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  1. ty to everyone who has commented; i think i’m not gonna do it. even if i could get away w it i’d just have this whole thread in my head and it would make it a lot less enjoyable, lol
    7 points
  2. I had more experiences with Margot. I’ll complete now my experience with the flat without a bathroom, witch i wrote years ago in EP. Margot was a girl with a strong bladder, with a strong willpower and with a aversion against public toilets. At our dates she never used toilets, not at a restaurant, not at a cinema, or at a shopping mall. She did not ask for a toilet and not even talk about it. Sure it was different at the drive in cinema, it was an extra long date. At that day she did not pee from early morning until late evening and i made her drink all day long. I always loved it to make girls wait and to hold their pee for extreme long. I started already to write about it, my parents had a flat in the city and once they renovated the bathroom. We lived touring that time in our country house. For me and for my lust it was a perfect situation. I could invite a girl to stay overnight and she had no opportunity to go to the bathroom, she had no chance to wee no matter how bad and urgently she would need it. Margot was a girl from the country, from that village were my parents had their house, she was one of the girls i invited to our flat without a loo. I did know it from some dates before, especially from the drive in cinema that she was good in pee holding. At the special evening we went to a restaurant for dinner. There i told her that we would have no bathroom in the flat and that it would be good for her to use the toilet in restaurant. She was thankful for the information and went to the toilet although she usually doesn’t use public toilets. She did not really know and she did not even think about it, that it would have been her last wee for a very long time. I thought very well at it and it was very exciting for me. After dinner we went to the cinema and then at home. I absolutely loved it that the girl had to go to sleep without to pee. Next morning i went to the kitchen, i told her for something to drink, in reality i pissed in a bucket. Very bad i know, but i was not so bad, i brought Margot a bottle mineral to the bed. I pissed a lot in the bucket, the girls bladder must have been very full too, but she could not wee , she had to hold it! She did not even say anything about that she would need to pee because she did know that there was no loo. She had to hold it and i wanted nothing more than don’t let her pee for so long as any possible. I wanted to use the opportunity!! You don’t get often the chance to make a girl who did not pee in the morning hold her very full bladder for hours longer , maybe for the rest of the day, but how? After a while i hade a idea……….
    4 points
  3. Hello everyone! Long time no see! I'm sorry I haven't written in a few months. Life got crazy, I switched jobs and moved, and the creative juices haven't really been flowing. But lately the writing itch has caught me again, so I'm gonna take another stab at this series! I'm not sure how many Ive got left in me, or how often I'll keep going, but I'll do my best to make the new entries much closer together! I also have a few single-shot stories that I plan to write in the enar future as well, with possibly another new series on the way, so be on the lookout for those! Thank you for all the praise as well, it's very much appreciated!! =============================== Part 7 It's been a whirlwind couple of months for Abby and I. We solidified our plans to go to state, graduated from high school, and had a very relaxing summer together as we prepared to go off to college. Abby and I both ended up graduating with honors, and we each got a sizeable scholarship to state as well. I plan majoring in journalism or media studies, something communications based. I'm not super passionate about STEM degrees, and yeah I've heard all the jokes about communications majors but I don't care, it's where my heart is. Abby on the other hand, she's kinda winging it to start. She said she's gonna take a bunch of core classes and feel out what she wants to do. Maybe teaching, maybe engineering, maybe medicine, who knows! Either way, it seems like it'll be an interesting four years together for the both of us. The end of the summer came and went, and our parents got together to see us off to state. We all drove the hour trip to campus and moved us all in together. I was in an all boys dorm while Abby was in an all girls dorm right next door. While our parents know we're dating and committed to one another, it's not like they were gonna let us stay on campus. Regardless, the school doesn't allow boys and girls to room together anyway. We knew we'd make it work though so, c'est la vie. Once we were all moved in, we had a bittersweet goodbye to our families. We all hugged and kissed in the parking lot, and waved as they drove off, Abby wiping away a few tears and me trying to fight them back. And then we stood there in that parking lot, looked at one another, and almost out of a cheesy 80's movie we said at the same time: "What should we do now?" We laughed at our cuteness, and then I just held my hand out as we walked back to her dorm. We had already decided we'd likely spend most of our time in her dorm room. We met her room mate, Isabella, earlier in the day and she seemed very nice and friendly, while also saying she had plenty of extracurriculars she's interested in, meaning we'll likely have alot of opportunity for alone time in her room. My room mate also seemed friendly, but we couldn't get a read on him. Once we got to her room, we sat down on her bed and kinda just sat there and took stock for a moment. The next phase of our lives just got started. "Do you want to go get something to eat?" I said, finally breaking the silence. "Not really," Abby said. "I don't think I can eat right now, alot of emotions!" "Yeah," I said in return. "Makes sense." Another moment of silence passed, Isabella walked in the front door. "Oh hey guys!" She said with a big smile. "What's up??" "Nothing much" Abby said. "Our parents just left so now we're kinda just chilling." "Mind if I join you?" Isabella asked. "Sure!" We said at the same time. During this time we all got to know each other. It seemed like Abby and "Izzy" as she liked to be called would become fast friends. They listened to the same music, liked the same shows, and as luck would have it, they had two classes together too, and we all had one class together as well! "This is great!" Izzy said happily. "I don't really know anyone else here, I'm so glad I don't have to go into class totally blind!" "Oh my gosh same!" Abby replied. "Besides Alex, we really don't know anyone else either!" "Yeah! And you seem super cool so we're down to hang out any time!" Izzy blushed and waved her hand "oh stop!" We continued talking for pretty much the rest of the night. We all walked around campus together for a little while, got some food, and ended up back in their room a few hours later. It was night time at this point, and Izzy gave a big yawn. "Oh man I'm pretty tired, probably gonna go to bed soon." "Yeah me too, it is getting pretty late." I said back. "So how's it work lovebirds, are you two gonna be sleeping together over here most nights?" Izzy suddenly blurted out. Both Abby and I were too stunned to speak! But Izzy just laughed. "Oh man you should see your faces! I'm just fuckin round, if you guys want to sleep here that's totally fine I'm cool with it!" We laughed back. "I mean, I guess we probably will at some point, we've never actually slept in the same bed before!" Abby said looking at me. I thought to myself "oh boy, I guess we're having this conversation now." Before saying: "Do you want to sleep together Abby? I mean no pressure if you don't want to." "No I do! It's just a big step and all, and I'm not sure..." Abby said before Izzy cut her off. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to start this Convo for you guys!! Let me make it easy for you. It's the first night, campus police and RAs are gonna be swarming, why don't you sleep in your own room Alex until we all see how things go the next few days. Sound good?" Abby and I signed in relief and looked at eachother. "That sounds great to me, how about you Abby?" "Agreed!" She said back to me. It was now after midnight, and for the first time since this morning, I realized that Abby hasn't been to the bathroom all day. And Izzy has been with us for the last few hours, she's probably desperate! It was almost midnight too! I suddenly looked over at Abby and all the telltale signs were there. Her leg was bouncing up and down, she had a hand in her crotch, and she kept changing her position every couple of minutes. Sure she could have gone to the bathroom at any time, but I think was actually holding it for a chance to let it go with me! Any other time I'd count my lucky stars, but she looked pretty desperate. And I bet she didn't want to have this conversation with our new friend yet! But as luck would have it, an out presented itself right then and there. Izzy's phone rang. "Oh shoot it's my mom. I'm gonna go take this outside, she'll probably want to chat for a while. Back in a bit!" And she was out the door. I turned to say something to Abby but before I could something amazing was happening. "OH THANK GOD" Abby said immediately. "AAAHHHHHHHHHH....." She let out a monstrous sigh of relief, which I knew could mean only one thing. She was peeing herself! We were sitting on the floor in the bedroom, with our backs against the bed frame. Abby very quickly had spread her legs out fully, and I heard the loud torrent of her pee almost immediately. She was wearing dark gray leggings, so I could see the extent of her "accident" immediately. She was peeing with such force the stream actually shot out of her leggings and puddle in between her spread out legs. Her crotch was instantly soaked all the way from the top of her gusset to the entirety of her ass, since she was sitting down. She peed for at least 15 seconds, without slowing down for any of it. She grabbed my hand in the middle of it, I assume to stable herself amid her intense relief. After 20 seconds, her stream finally tapered off and she say with her head back in a moment of sheer euphoria. "Holy shit!" Was all I could think to say in the moment. It brought her out of her trance and she looked at me with a big smile and laughed. "I have been holding that in for you ALL day!" "For me?? All day??" I laughed back at her. "Yes! I wanted to kick off our college years on the right foot and celebrate our first day together as a couple away from home!" "Well you certainly licked the right way to do it because... Holy shit!" I said to her. "You liked that huh??" She said back to me. "Yes!" I replied to her as she stood up. She now stood facing me, and I saw the extent of the damage. Her leggings were soaked. Her crotch was entirely dark with streaks going all the way down to her ankles. When she turned, I saw that her ass quite literally didn't have a single dry spot on it. "That's all for you baby!" She said to me with a sly smile. "All for me huh!" I said getting up to meet her gaze. "Oh yeah!" She said, giving me a long kiss in the process. Once she broke it off, she asked me: "Think the carpet will be ok?" I said back to her, "oh absolutely. These are shitty old dark navy carpets. Anything that happens we can either let air dry or dry up with a towel and spray some febreeze. If anyone sees we'll just say we spilled some water." "Ok good." She said back to me. "Thank God Izzy left the room too, I was getting so desperate holding that in all day..." "I could tell!" I said. "But fucking hell Abby, you like sexy as hell... I don't want you to change, but I think you have to. Izzy could be back any minute, what are you gonna tell her?" "Oh I'm sure I'll tell her about all this one day, but not today. You're right, I should probably get out of these wet pants." She said back. "Ugh Abby..." I said, pulling her in for a hub and grabbing her soaking wet ass. I took a peek out the window and I saw Izzy was still standing on the sidewalk on the phone. "Izzy is still on the phone..." I started to say. I looked at her with that knowing grin, and she looked at me, matching my energy. "It'd sure be a shame to ruin such a good pair of wet leggings..." I said. "Oh really now" she said to me, slowly walking back and forth and biting her lip. "I think you should shit in your leggings." I said to her. Abbys face turned from one of sly gamesmanship to the look of a sad schoolgirl with her hands behind her back. "I do really have to go poop..." "Do it in baby. Shit yourself for me." I said, standing there watching. "I can't hold it any more alex, I'm gonna poop in my pants!" She said to me, getting into position. She faced me as I sat on the bed, and stuck her butt out, preparing to bear down and release the beast inside her. "Oh my God it's coming out ITS COMING OUT!" Abby yelled. Amid this moment of utter bliss for the two of us, we didn't realize we had horribly miscalculated. As Abby's poop began to touch wet cotton, the door began to open. Neither of us heard the keys in the lock because of Abby's yelling, and I was locked in to her anyway. Abby's poop rocketed out of her at the same exact time the door swung open. It was izzy, being treated to a beautiful growing tent in Abby's pants not even two feet from her face in that small college dorm room. "Hey guys whats all that yell..." Izzy began, but she stopped abruptly once the door fully opened. Once I saw the door open I jumped up, trying to stop it, but I was too slow and on the other side of the room. In that moment we all froze. Me, arm stretched out towards the door. Izzy, hands over her face and mouth agape. And Abby, in the throws of pleasure, only to stop faster than an 18 wheeler hitting a high rise once she figured out what was going on. All with a five inch long turd sitting in her very wet leggings, for our new friend Izzy to see. "WHAT THE SHIT!" Izzy exclaimed. To be continued...
    3 points
  4. There wasn't much of a situation apparently. It wasn't unsual for them to come home needing the restroom quite urgently as neglecting visiting the laides room at the club before closing time was quite easy to do when plied with drinks and not wanting to miss the first cab home that they were able to flag down. The drive home was close to 25 minutes too, so that added time and pressure on their poor bladders. It was a little astonishing to hear them talk about the ride home together afterward, especially when Anna said, "My godddd, I thought I was going to piss all over that cab." Molly replying, "That driver tried to peek up my dress at my panties a couple of times in his rear view mirror, I almost peed on his seat just to teach him a lesson." "I almost peed everywhere." Anna said, exasperated. ... There had in fact been another time I actually got to witness Molly pee after the girls had come back home from the club... It was about 1am, my sister and Anna and Molly had all gotten back from the club, but Molly was on the phone (with her boyfriend, I later learned) and quickly stepped through the house and into the backyard, not wanting to be loud and wake our parents up. She inevitably thought I was alseep too, as would be made apparent soon... She kept pacing in the backyard, her steps looking a little shaky, restless, her expression looking impatient, annoyed, slightly distressed. I could tell fairly quickly that she needed to pee, as she kept bring her legs high across her abdomen, switching legs, like a girl doing strange pilates exercises while standing. She just couldnt seem to get off the phone with her boyfriend no matter how many minutes dragged on. Molly was a pretty girl with nice breasts, red hair, a slim waist nice, legs, was that night wearing black dress and light blue panties, as I could tell whenever she brought her legs up high in her back yard, pee-pee dance. She looked a lot like a young Jessica Chastain... She'd gotten to the point where she was holding herself, and her dress had ridden high enough on her legs to reveal her pelvic bones and her light blue panties as well as her hand clung to her crotch as if glued there. Still on the phone, she only had one free hand to hold herself, and she was still pacing in small circles in the backyard, lifting her legs high in the air. Inside, my sister and Anna had already greeted me and were in the kitchen snacking on crackers and small pieces of cheese, Anna eyeing the partially drunk bottle of wine my parents had enjoyed earlier. My sister and Anna kept glancing periodically at Molly in the backyard through the large back windows of the house, but they hadn't mentioned her or her frantic antics at all yet. There was a large back wall window at the end of the hall where my room was too, beside the kitchen, and it was known that the hall had a view into the backyard where Molly was, or at least I had thought it had been known. Molly then did something that none of us saw coming. As she was frustratedly pacing around in the backyard, holding herself with her one free hand while her legs all but did the irish jig where she stood, she evidently gave up, and no longer cared to endure any more pain, as right before my eyes (Molly was closer to the hall window where I was than she was to the kitchen windows) Molly suddenly squats down to the grassy ground, her dress popping up around her waist, revealing her lovely panty-clad womanhood, before the hand that had been holding herself, pulled her panties aside from her little pussy, shaven bare, and WHOOOOOSHHHHHHHH Molly began peeing and peeing and peeing and peeing right there where she squatted in our backyard. Molly didn't moan aloud with relief as it was evident she was doing everything she could not to let her boyfriend know she was peeing outside while on the phone with him, but the look of sheer relief on her face, the way her eyes rolled back, her eyebrows and her cheek muscles quivered as though on the verge of orgasm, the way her mouth hung wide open between forcing herself to make words so as not to let her boyfriend know what was happening, the exhausted but blissfully relieved look in her eyes when she was about halfway empty and began coming back to her senses, all of these outward manifestations registered clearly just how badly Molly had needed this piss. Her pussy was aboslutely gorgeous and I immediately grew hard at the very first vagina I'd ever seen in person, and on a hot girl like Molly? Wowwwwwwwww My sister and Anna were astonished, and were exclaiming things like, "No way, is she really peeing?' "She just couldnt wait, could she?" Seeing me, my sister quickly said, "Alex, close your door." "Oh my god, did he see her..." Anna's voice trailing off into incredulous laughter. When Molly finally reentered the house, my sister said, "Molly, what was that? You peed in the backyard." my sister said with some ammount of disbelief in her voice. I heard this from behind my now closed bedroom door. about 15 feet down the hall from the kitchen. "I couldnt wait anymore, a girl's gotta go when a girl's gotta go." "Yeah well Alex (me) is up. I had to tell him to close the door and not look out the back...(whispered) after he already saw you." Molly said, clearly astonished but trying to keep her voice down. "OH MY GOD...." before shifting into nervous laughter. I thought this would be the end of it, but next thing I knew the sound of high heels clacking down the hall way towards my room was preceded by Molly's voice, "I'm REALLY sorry about that, Alex, I don't know how much you saw but that was totally inappropriate of me. I had to go SO bad. You know when you have to pee and you just go? Hey you boys go pee outside all the time, now you see how it feels when a girl does it!" Molly said this^ with humor that was meant to rid her of her clear embarrassment, my sister and Anna were laughing in the background, but I found it the sexiest thing I'd ever heard a girl say, and I furiously masturbated inside my bedroom, not daring to say a thing.
    3 points
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    A collection of videos were desperate women look for a private place to pee. Screenshots are in order of the file Enjoy
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    3 points
  6. I prefer holding it, I think peeing is both boring and emotionally a let-down. I love holding in skirts, but that is because I only wear skirts. I love experimenting with a full bladder and trying different outfits, challenges, pastimes, and activities while I hold it. I am trying to learn to hold it longer, to much success. I also like to look at my bladder bulge, and feel it as it gets bigger.
    3 points
  7. There was nothing like being a kid at fourteen and having an older teenaged sister, and there was certianly nothing like when she and her friends routinely came home late from the club (they had fake IDs) full of drinks and bursting to pee. This happened routinely, but there was one such night that was so dramatic that it has remained burned into my memory for years. It was just after midnight, my parents were already asleep and I hear the sound of my sister pulling into the driveway, she and her friends inevitably home from clubbing and dancing all night, which they often did with plenty of drinks. Tonight was no different. They come inside the front door and at once I hear the rapid-fire clacking of high heels on hard wood floors as my sister and her two friends Anna and Molly, come hurrying down the hallway towards my and my sisters bedrooms. The bathroom that my sister and I used was in the hall just outside my bedroom. I was still up and awake with my lights on and everything, hanging out in my room and my sister and her friends acknowledged me as we saw each other. Molly rushed into the bathroom first and Anna stood facing away from my room as she danced and danced in desperation outside the bathroom, or it wasn't dancing really, it was much faster than that, it was as if she was intentionally trying to make the loud stamping of her high heeledbshoes as fast as could possibly make them, almost like a tap-dancer, or someone making a drumroll with her heels against the hard wood floors. It was really dramatic just how fast and loud the clacking of Anna's high heels were, and I was frankly blown away with the apparent stamina this girl had, watching her long toned legs stomp and stomp and stomp as she just couldn't stop pee-dancing outside the occupied bathroom. Anna was wearing a blue romper that night, while my sister wore a red cocktail dress. Anna had lovely legs and a nice behind. I had known her for years as not only my sisters friend but also as my baby sitter, and it was weird to see her in such a compromised state when she normally had things to "together" when watching and entertaining me at the house alone over the years. Now, she looked like she was ready to pop. Just for a visual, Anna was very toned and sexy, taller than my sister, had nice tan skin, dark hair, sultry but pretty face, looked like a cross between Olivia Munn and Odette Yustman, had a nice tight ass and pert tits (her nipples usually showing through a tank top) slim stomach. From inside the restroom we heard Molly sigh loudly with relief as she peed. At that sound, Anna let out under her breath a strained, rapid-fire, "God I have to pee." as her high heels continued her machine-gunfire clacking against the hardwood floors of the hallway. The only other restrooms were in my parents bedroom and in the hall just outside it, and me, my sister and my sisters friends never used those ones at this hour for fear of waking the parents, but even now, tonight, Anna's clacking is in danger of being just a bit too loud apparently as my sister then said to Anna, "Anna, I'm sorry but I need you to stop clacking like that. It's too loud." as she gestured down to Anna's high heels. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" Anna let out a long, strained sounding ohhhhhhhh as she proceed to stop clacking in rapid fire on the hardwood floors but now had taken to lifting one leg in the air for about three seconds, then switching feet, then doing the same again, still unable to keep both feet planted on the ground, and it looked as though she was holding herself as she was faced away from me. She suddenly whipped round, squeezing her crotch through her thin romper, as she said to my sister, "My romper, I can't get out alone, it takes too long." Anna said this as she reached behind herself to try to undo her romper, her high heels going back to their rapid fire speed. Anna's face was clearly in pain from needing to pee so badly, her eyes shut, her mouth hanging open, her heels clacking noisily, and just then she opened her eyes and saw me watching her through my bedroom doorway from my bed. She forced a quick smile as she squeezed her crotch again, saying, "Anna needs to pee-pee." with a desperate curtsy of her legs as she bent down and squeezed her lovely thighs together while holding her crotch with her right hand. Anna needs to pee-pee, that much was obvious, I thought. "Please help me out of this or it'll take me too long in the bathroom. Please." Anna said to my sister in rushed, desperate-sounding whimpers as she held her crotch, trying as she could to drive down her pee-dancing and clacking. I couldnt believe how desperate but how beautiful Anna looked in this compromised state. My sister started to say, "You'll be fine, Anna, I have to pee too-" before she was cut off as Anna then said the most beautiful words to my ears at that point, I grew stiff as a rock as she said in a tone desperate-sounding and rapid-paced, sounding almost like she was on the verge of crying, "PleasehelpmeorImgonnapissmyromper." spoken faster than I've ever heard anyone human speak before, as Anna desperately held her crotch with both hands now, her face scrunching up in pain. Just then, my sister freed the top of her romper, and Anna's gorgeous tits came into view as her top fell down her torso. She saw me see her breasts and her eyes immediately grew wide as she quickly rushed her right arm across her chest, covering her tits (or covering her nipples at least as her left hand remained glued to her crotch. We then heard Molly flush the toilet from inside. "Oh mannnn oh mannnn" Anna was now saying as with her eyes glued to the doorknob, she began stepping out of her romper right there in the hall. The romper fell to the floor around her high heels as she now was in merely her panties, still covering her breasts with her right arm, and the moment the bathroom door opened, Anna rushed Molly out of the way, leaving her romper on the hallway floor, Molly stepping out exasperated at the whole seen, Anna's romper still on the floor, me in my room, my sister there. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Oh Oh my God! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" we heard Anna moan and groan and piss and piss with ferocious force, her pussy hissing loudly with a high pitched his as she blasted the side of the porcelain bowl beneath her with unrelenting power and force for almost forty seconds before her stream died down to a trickle which dribbled down into the water as she let out her final sighs of relief. This whole time, my sister was still yearning to pee, and while not quite as badly as Anna maybe, she too was now stepping from foot to foot, her arms crossed, staring frustratedly at the bathroom door, unable to remain still in her red cocktail dress. When Anna finally finished in the bathroom and flushed and everything, she stuck one hand out to grab the romper, which my sister handed to her. "Give me a minute" Anna said. "Please let me pee." was all my sister replied as without waiting she qucikly rushed into the bathroom without shutting the door. At once we all heard her pee too, letting out a brief "OH!" as her vagina erutped against the bowl, before letting out a much quieter "oh goddd" several seconds later. Anna finally stepped back outside of the bathroom in her romper, shutting the door behind her. Seeing me again, she laughed and said, "Sorry about that, Alex." I dont know what she was sorry to me for.
    2 points
  8. The other day, I decided to be naughty and start a hold before I went grocery shopping, so that I could get a large drink at the attached Starbucks and get quite desperate while a short distance away from home. I have a very large bladder, and the closest I'd ever gotten to a real accident was a few large leaks caused by stretching followed by giving up and deciding to let go in an intentional hold, so I knew I'd be safe from having a genuine accident in the store. I put a pull-up on under my black leggings and long Fall coat anyways, though, as I knew I wanted to induce an accident in it once I got home, and could leak without worrying about getting the floor or my clothes wet at the store. I drank a liter of water and coffee before I left, and had to go decently badly, maybe a 5/10. I crossed my legs a little while I took note of what groceries I needed, but could keep my composure just fine as I left. I drove the 2 blocks to the store, and got a 20 oz iced apple-flavoured coffee for my journey through the store. I sipped it slowly at first, but as the milk mixed in better it tasted nicer, so I drank about half the coffee as I walked around. By the time I was nearly done, I was trying to cross my legs or press my thighs together as casually as possible, and was close to holding myself when no one was around. I thought about letting some pressure off a few times, but lost my nerve when other people walked into the aisle, so I kept holding it all. I went through the checkout and packed my items just fine, I think the stress of hurrying to put it away and not hold the line up had overridden my need to pee, but I felt it full force again as I left the store. I put my groceries in my passenger seat so they'd be easy to grab on my out of my car when I got home, and went to put my shopping cart away. The cart return was only a few feet from my car, but as I pushed it in, I felt the first leak. The pull-up meant I was safe from it being noticeable, but I still hurried back into my car. The little pressure I had let off was a relief, and I downed the last of my coffee before starting my car and leaving the parking lot. The first time I went out in pull-ups, I purposely tried to leak into them while driving, but could only manage it while relaxing completely at a very long red light. This time it was easy, it was unintentional but I was loving it. I had to go badly enough that my body was deciding for me that I could stand to let a little out along the drive. I let another small leak out as I drove over the bumpy entrance to my apartment's parking lot, and drove to my spot near the back. My legs were shaking as I turned my car off and went around to the passenger side to grab my bags. With the coverage of my car door, I grabbed myself and crossed my legs for a moment before lifting my bags and carrying them to the door. I had to keep my composure, as some chatty neighbours were in the parking lot as well, and joked with me about carrying a few large grocery bags at once. Little did they know I was squeezing my legs together as I walked, to put off the inevitable accident until I had some privacy. When I got inside, I walked to the elevator and saw it was at the 5th floor. I pressed the button and waited, but with my 2 armloads of grocery bags, I wasn't able to hold myself at all, and a few small leaks were working their way out into the pull-up. This continued after the elevator arrived and brought me to the top floor, I wasn't able to stop all the small leaks from coming out. I prepared my key while I was on the elevator, not wanting to fumble it too much at the door and have an accident just outside my apartment. I got in just fine, and rushed to put away anything that needed to go in the fridge or freezer while holding myself with one hand. The leaks were all still small, so my pull-up was still mostly dry. I rushed to my room to change into the outfit I had wanted to wear to have the accident in, dark red leggings and a black skirt. I leaked a tiny bit more while getting changed, but was mostly fine, so I poured my last glass of water and went out to my balcony. My balcony has tinted glass railings, and is on the top floor, so it has relatively good privacy and prevents the need to clean up puddles on the floor. I drank my water as quickly as I could, knowing I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. At this point I was squirming and pee-dancing like crazy, holding myself and grabbing at the front of my skirt to try to hold it in. After a few minutes, my body gave in, and I flooded the pull-up past its capacity, leaking down the backs of my thighs. The relief was short-lived though, since I hadn't let it all out. I figured I'd let the rest out and see how badly the pull-up kept leaking, since I was already in wet pants. The relief was beautiful, I'd had to go so badly before, and the warm rush through the pull-up and the tingling feeling as the padding soaked it in felt fantastic. Then I took a step forward, and the seal that had been keeping my accident inside the pull-up broke, and piss came flooding down my legs and soaking my leggings, leaving a telltale dark patch all down my legs. It even started leaking from the top, hiding the fact that I was padded at all as it soaked the previously dry area right between my legs. As I let the last of it out, the pull-up was not going to hold anything else, and I found myself soaked to my ankles, with the only sign of having been padded being the relatively small size of the puddle on the ground. After I was done, I changed into a full-size adult diaper that I used freely for the rest of the night and next morning, as this accident obviously meant I needed it 😉
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  9. now that the nights are getting longer will anyone be trying out wetting themselves in public as the darkness falls
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  10. Not a bad idea. Maybe at one of the many Haunts (house or corn maze) that will be popping up soon for Halloween. The darkness to hide it and if it were to be discovered, the haunt scare to be a good cover story. It would be like, "Man that clown with the chainsaw at the end had me going". Friend points to your pants..."Yeah dude, like literally had you going." 😆
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  11. Longwangya wet herself today (09/20/2022) on stream without going into a private mode! Problem is I was trying to rip the stream with ffmpeg but the CDN kept blocking my connection (access denied) so I had to go with the old fashion OBS screen capture which degrades the quality quite a bit but something is better than nothing. I'll upload it later in the day after work meetings etc. if no one else happened to capture it plus any old low quality footage I may have.
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  12. https://vk.com/alizzle?z=video349856570_456239023 She talks as she loads her panties with firm load with pee right after. That's where I stop watching, as the dildo blowjob stuff at the end does not interest me.
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  13. "Look out for people, honey!" "But mom I'll be late for school!" "Shut up and don't move!" Since it was a fun thing to do ask on my first mom illustration I'm gonna ask you again: does somebody want to write a story for this artwork? Also, for those who're interested I recorded the cleaning up process of this illustration. You can find the video below with some relaxing piano tunes 😉 making.mp4
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  14. This chapter follows a few new characters within the friend group and contains a bit of messing content. Chapter 2: Frosh Week “Alright everyone, listen up!” yelled Veronica, her blonde hair tied back in a long ponytail, her black eye slightly obscuring her otherwise gorgeous face and long shapely legs concealed beneath the large purple overalls worn by all frosh leaders in the Faculty of Business. “I know you’re all excited to be here and want to get on the busses, but I recommend that you all take a moment to go to the bathroom and drink some water now before we leave. There are no facilities where we are going and anyone who needs to go will have to go in the woods.” Standing in the line of Frosh leaders next to the school buses, Jules Shahir couldn’t help but admire her housemate’s commanding beauty. She had a way of controlling a crowd that Jules could only dream of. At 5 ft 6, Jules was half French and half Armenian, leaving her with a caramel skin tone and brown hair, which she had tied back in a ponytail. Like Veronica, she too was wearing purple overalls and a tie dye t-shirt. She definitely did not feel as hot in that outfit as Ronnie looked, despite the fact that boys considered Jules to be gorgeous as well. Leaning over from her right, Jules’ other housemate, Sarah Dalton, whispered in her ear, “Remember when you almost wet yourself at this thing in first year?” Jules rolled her eyes. It was actually how she had met Sarah in their first year of university. On the second night of Frosh week every year, the Frosh leaders took all the new business students to a lake in the woods for Faculty Initiation. The night consisted of making the students do a scavenger hunt that culminated in stripping into underwear and swimming across the cold lake in the dark. Although the school definitely would not approve, the initiation was a well kept secret that all Frosh were proud to complete. Unfortunately for Jules, she had not heeded the bathroom warning in her first year and she had had to hold her pee all night through the scavenger hunt until Sarah had noticed, taken her aside and taught her how to squat in the woods. Having grown up in the city, Jules had never peed outside before and she planned to never do it again after that night. However, she was eternally grateful to Sarah and the incident led to them becoming fast friends. “You’re one to talk, Piddle Pants,” Jules retorted, referencing her friends new Frosh Leader name that she had acquired a few nights before after a mishap at the club. Every Frosh Leader had a nickname based off of an embarrassing moment from at some point in their lives. Jules’ nickname was Jaws, from the time she had accidentally bit a guy while giving him head. Sarah blushed profusely and punched Jules in the arm. Jules felt a bit badly for teasing her friend but Sarah had taken the mishap in stride. She had confided in Jules though that she had just been glad Jackson, her crush, hadn’t seen it and wasn’t a Frosh Leader to hear the nickname. After a ten minute wait for everyone to use the washroom, all the first years began lining up to board the bus. Jules began looking around for her mentee, a girl named Victoria that Jules had been paired with the day before. Jules was expected to take Victoria under her wing for the evening. When they had met, Jules had found Victoria slightly prissy, like she was still stuck in the mindset of a popular girl from high school. Eventually Jules spotted the blonde, average height Victoria making her way through the crowd towards her. The eighteen year old was wearing purple leggings that accentuated her ass, as well as a revealing white top that showed a lot of cleavage. Jules even noticed that she was wearing makeup, unlike most of the other first years. “Hey Victoria, excited for initiation?!” Jules asked. She received only an exasperated sigh from her mentee, as they found spots near the back of the bus. Victoria began taking snapchats of herself and ignored Jules attempts at small talk. Instead, Jules leaned over the front of her seat to chat with another Frosh Leader, Reese, and his mentee Josh. Reese was an asshole who was known for being a player, but Jules wanted to try to get Josh and Victoria to be friends, since Josh seemed nervous to be there. After 30 minutes of driving, Jules was starting to get thirsty. When she announced that she wished she’d brought a water bottle, Victoria spoke up for the first time all ride and offered a bottle of her cranberry juice since she didn’t want it. Jules accepted gratefully and downed the whole bottle. “Be careful, I put a diuretic in it to held with my fitness journey,” she told Jules after Jules had finished the bottle. Jules have her an annoyed look and taking a smarmy tone replied “you couldn’t have told me that BEFOREHAND.” “Sorry,” Victoria replied, with no meaning behind the words and with her never lifting from her phone screen. Jules was annoyed. No way was she going to pee in the bushes again this year. She felt the beginnings of an urge from her bladder and preemptively crossed her legs. She knew she could hold it until they got back from the trip, if she didn’t drink anything more. “Do they really not have a bathroom at this stupid initiation?” Victoria asked, breaking Jules out of her thoughts. “No, they don’t. We leaders told you that. It’s a forest, Victoria. If you have to go, you can go in the woods.” Jules said gently. “Ew,” the girl said without looking up. “Do you need to go?” Jules asked, her own need now making itself slightly known. Talking about pee was probably a bad idea, she thought to herself. “No,” Victoria replied without looking up still. “Did you go before we left?” Jules asked, out of concern. “Ew, what are you? My mom! No I didn’t, the bathroom was nasty. But I’m fine.” Victoria snapped. She turned away from from Jules, facing out the window and didn’t speak for the rest of the ride. 30 minutes later, the busses pulled into a gravel parking lot and the students all dismounted. Jules was feeling a noticeable urge to pee now that wasn’t going away and she cursed herself for drinking a diuretic. But she was still determined not to pop a squat. The leaders divided everyone into teams of 8. Jules and 7 other leaders, one of which was Sarah and another being Reese, took their 8 kids to the first clue. After solving it, the Frosh Leaders were escorting their 8 to the first station when Jules noticed Victoria dawdling behind. Jules dropped back to ask if everything was okay. “This is stupid,” Victoria replied. “And everyone on my team is a nerd. I bet none of them have even had a drop of alcohol in their lives.” Jules chuckled and said “You’d be surprised about how the most innocent seeming people can actually party the hardest.” Victoria rolled her eyes. “What would you know about partying?” “I’ll invite you to a party with me this year if you do well in this scavenger hunt,” Jules offered and the girl’s eyes lit up. For the next hour, for the second to fifth stations, Victoria participated to her best abilities. Jules was proud of herself for getting the difficult girl involved. She watched as Victoria helped her team build a bridge over a streak using fallen trees. Unfortunately, the running water was making it really hard for Jules to stand still as her bladder began asking to be released. She began marching in a circle, drawing strange looks from her fellow leaders. She realized that she would likely have to pop a squat in the woods within the next hour. This did not make her happy, and she kept squirming on in silence, as discretely as possible. “Fuck Victoria and her diuretic!” Jules muttered under her breath. Just then, Victoria dropped back to the back of the group with Jules as they moved to the sixth station. She seemed antsy and her face was red, whether from the exertion of the activity or the heat Jules was unsure. “Are you okay?” Jules asked her. The girl blushed bright red. “Um actually… it’s super embarrassing… but I really need the bathroom.” Jules smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I need to go too. Want to cover for each other and sneak off to find a spot?” Victoria looked surprised at the offer but then blushed even brighter. “I… I can’t,” she replied. “I have to go number 2…” Jules looked at her mentee in shock. She was at a loss of how to help. Finally, she opened her mouth with a suggestion. “Why don’t we sneak off and find a spot. Pooping in the woods isn’t so different from peeing. I have tissues we can use to wipe up.” “I… I’ve never even peed in the woods,” Victoria replied shyly. “Don’t worry,” Jules reassured her, “Neither had I until this initiation in my first year. And I haven’t done it since. We can figure it out together.” As they walked through the woods alone, Victoria finally began to open up to Jules. She began telling her about how she and her boyfriend were trying a long distance relationship and how she was scared about balancing it with making new friends and fitting in. Jules, who had tried a long distance relationship in first year, reassured her that both were possible. Finally, Victoria started to smile and before long the two girls were laughing. And then it happened. Jules froze as a spurt of pee escaped her moist lips and hit the gusset of her panties, her mouth open in surprise. “We have to stop here, or I’ll have a full blown accident!” Jules yelped, quickly attempting to unhook her overall straps. “It’s too open,” exclaimed Victoria. “Someone might see!” Jules knew Victoria was right but she didn’t care. She shimmied her overalls down to her ankles until she was standing in her white thong. Then she stepped out of the overalls and walked a few paces away to avoid spraying them. She unhooked her underwear, which had a dime sized wet spot on it. And slid them to her knees. Victoria was doing a full on bathroom dance as she kept watch, bobbing up and down and crossing her legs. “Wow, is that a Brazilian wax?” Victoria asked as she openly checked out Jules’s crotch. Jules blushed and yanked up her undies. “Don’t look,” she told her mentee, and Victoria rolled her eyes before turning around. Jules dropped her underwear again, squatted down and tried her best to relax. Immediately, pee started gushing out of her. “Stop!” Jules shouted suddenly. Jules stopped being and yanked up her panties as fast as she could. “What?” She called out, annoyed. “I saw something nice,” said Victoria. “It’s probably noth-“ “BEAR!” Victoria screamed and grabbed Jules’ arm. She began pulling the girl as fast as she could in the other direction. Jules started to pee in fear, and drops splattered out of her thong, coating the interior of her legs in droplets. After running for a few minutes, and looking back to see nothing behind them, the two girls dove behind a bush and sat down. Jules was now trapped in nothing but her tie dye t shirt and damp thong, her overalls left at the site of the bear encounter. Victoria was not doing well either, as the smell of farts hit Jules’ nose. Victoria was leaning backwards, with her eyes closed and her hands in the crotch of her purple leggings. She let out a gasp and Jules realized she was shaking slightly. “Are you okay?” Jules asked her mentee, still panting from the run. “No…” Victoria said with a whimper. “I’m prairie dogging! It’s… it’s starting to come out!” Jules hugged Victoria as the girl began to weep softly. “Just pull down your pants and go here,” Jules told her. “I’ll keep watch.” Jules’ bladder was pulsing but she knew the damage was done. With her overalls gone and her thong already soaked, she knew she should let Victoria try to save herself first. Ever so slowly, Victoria began to shift into a standing position. She locked eyes with Jules, then stood perfectly still. She was tensing every muscle in her body and her mouth was hanging open in exhaustion. “What are you waiting for? Go!” Jules said, scared for her mentee. Victoria burst into tears. “I am!” she said, completely defeated. Jules heard a crackling sound emanate from Victoria’s ass as the girl remained completely stationary. Her leggings tented outwards as they filled with warm poop. The first log broke off and continued tenting outwards. As she pooped, rivulets of pee winded down her legs turning the light purple into a much darker one. Finally the girl collapsed into a heap on the ground shaking with sobs. “How will I ever fit in now?” Victoria wailed as Jules wrapped her in an embrace. “Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll get you cleaned up,” Jules promised. “We’ll make sure no one knows. If we time it right, we can get back for the underwear swim and no one will be any wiser.” As Jules held the sobbing girl’s head in her lap, Jules felt her bladder giving out. The pressure from Victoria’s head on her bladder had caused her muscles to give out and the pee streamed out of her, through her saturated white panties, until she was sitting in a puddle in the dirt. Victoria yanked her head back quickly. “Ew, you got pee in my hair,” she said, sending them both into a fit of laughter at their situation. Victoria stripped off her leggings and purple panties and dumped the poop out of them. Jules noticed Victoria’s shaved pussy and blushed out of embarrassment for looking. Then she removed her own wet panties as well. Bottomless, the two girls made their way back to Jules’ overalls, keeping an eye out for a bear. Jules slipped the overalls on without any panties and then gave her now drying thong to Victoria, put them on. "Ew, it’s still damp", she complained. "Better than full of shit", Jules retorted. Victoria then slipped her leggings back on over her mentor’s panties, and gave her a massive hug. “Thanks for being the best mentor ever, Jaws,” Victoria said gratefully. “You saved me today” Arm in arm, the two new friends made their way back to the underwear swim.
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  16. A/N: As many of you may recall, I was a big fan of a story on this site called "Told To." It was a well-written story about a girl who was told that it was ok to have accidents. The story eventually took some turns and twists that kept it fresh, however, I couldn't get the original concept out of my head. I wanted to try my own hand at a similar idea, without taking the same directions that the now lost user "Peehour" did. I asked via DM if this was ok with them, but they removed their account before I received a response. Because the concept here is similar, let me know if you feel ok with me posting this and continuing it. My other work will return shortly as well. The Fish out of Water Camping. Camping wasn’t the first thing that crossed Bailey’s mind when she asked to tag along on the family trip this year. Then again, what did she expect? She asked herself this rhetorical question as she watched the hills roll by her mother’s SUV. Her face was warm from resting her hand on her cheek, and the summer sun beat through the windows. Turning away from the window, she looked at her sister beside her. She was crinkling the aluminum can of an energy drink as she finished her second can. “What?” “Nothing.” Bailey smiled, envious of her sister’s straight hair “She’s probably making fun of your nose ring.” “Mom! I’m eighteen now. Besides…” There was a pause, a quieting of tone “You said I could get it.” Bailey kept her smile, now at her sisters embarrassment “No, I’m just kind of jealous of your hair.” “Cuz mine’s straight?” “No, your bangs. I like the blonde highlights.” Bailey’s sister smiled brightly “Aw, thanks B!” “At least you two are playing nice.” “I’m over that high school shit!” Their mother gasped “Rebecca!” Bailey jumped in “I’m over that high school shit too!” The two black-haired sisters looked at each other and giggled. Their mother shook her head, her smile giving away her good mood. “So. How does it feel to graduate finally Becca?” Bailey asked Rebecca shrugged “Dunno. Happy its over I guess. How’d you feel?” Bailey shrugged back, joking with her sister as she said “Dunno. Happy it was over I guess.” She followed it up with a laugh “It was like four years ago, how should I remember?” “’Like’ four years ago? It was four years ago stupid!” “Rebecca, don’t talk to your sister that way!” “It’s fine mom! We can’t all graduate with a 2.6 GPA.” Bailey smiled devilishly at her sister Rebecca folded her arms “Well, I would have done better if you’d been there to help me sis!” Bailey backed off, sensing her sister was offended. She offered a response “Doesn’t matter anymore. You made it!” Bailey praised her sister, who gave a slight smirk. As the conversation lulled, Bailey leaned back towards the window, watching the picturesque pastoral imagery fly by. She put her earbuds back in, resuming her music. If it was going to be a long ride, she’d at least enjoy it. And she even had her favorite tea to keep her company. ################## A poke against Bailey’s arm startled her out of her trance. It was her sister, who seemed to be rather aimless in her bothering of Bailey. “What?” Bailey pulled her arm away “I’m bored. And I have to pee. What are you drinking?” “Iced tea.” Smiling, and expecting her sister to say no, Bailey offered “You want some?” She smiled a mischievous smile as she rattled the ice in the silver thermos. “Sure!” Rebecca snatched the thermos from her sisters hand and took a long gulp from the metal straw “Becca!” Bailey snatched her thermos back “I thought you said you had to pee?” “I do.” Rebecca smacked her lips “Good stuff.” “And you had the energy drinks?” Bailey was surprised “Yup!” Rebecca nodded seemingly unfazed Feeling her own slight need even as she had plenty of tea left, Bailey was confused at her sisters callousness. Their conversation hadn’t been all that quiet, and their mother chimed in from the driver’s seat. “Do you girls need to pee?” Bailey was taken aback at the directness of their mother’s question. Even more surprising however, was her sisters response “Yeah, I had those two energy drinks…and I’ve been waiting awhile now.” “Ugh. Tell me about it. I had that iced coffee, and a water. I’ve been waiting a long time too, girls.” Bailey was shocked at how open the two were. She tried to brush it off as just the fact that her Mother and Sister had probably gotten close while she was away at school. The conversation returned to some normalcy as the sisters mother asked Rebecca to look up the closest rest area. “Aren’t we about to go up that mountain?” The large land mass loomed in the distance, towering over the winding road. “Yeah, why?” Their mother asked “Might not be any area’s to stop.” “We’ll be ok.” “Oh. Never mind.” Rebecca almost sounded disappointed. “There’s one at the bottom of the mountain, phone says just 12 miles from here.” “Ok then. We’ll wait.” Bailey thought that was the end of it until their mother picked up her used plastic cup. The one that once housed her iced coffee. “Unless you two want or need to share this?” Bailey’s eyebrows furrowed, partly in surprise, partly in revolution. She looked to her sister for confirmation, to ensure she was right in her reaction. She wasn’t expecting her sister to mouth a question Do you want to? No! Bailey mouthed back, shocked. “Bailey wants to wait.” Rebecca announced “That’s fine. But we’re in the car, we’ll wait until we get to the rest area, alright Rebecca?” Bailey’s sister sighed. “Fine.” Bailey sat in silence for a moment. She twisted her curly black hair. She rubbed her eyes. Maybe she was dreaming. The kind of dream she sometimes mistook for reality. But when she focused again, she saw her sister, her hands now brazenly over the crotch of her jeans, staring out the window. What an odd conversation She had no idea what was about to be in store. ##################### The conversation played again and again in Bailey’s mind as the SUV smoothly drove along the two-lane road. The pretty meadows and large trees no longer lulled her into a sense of tranquility. Instead, the entire dynamic between her Sister and her Mother intrigued her. Why were they so brazenly talking about their needs? Why were they completely unfazed at the prospect of whether or not they’d find a restroom? Of the handful of times Bailey had been desperate for a toilet in her life, she’d never been so unafraid. She’d certainly never talk like that to her Mother. Maybe they have just grown close. Maybe I’m the odd one. Bailey shook her head. No. No, that was different. Bailey picked at some lint on her maroon leggings. She looked over to her sister, who had one leg bouncing at this point, her hands still resting on her crotch. “Becca, it’s the middle of summer. Why are you in jeans?” “Why are you in leggings?” “Because the A.C makes my legs cold in here.” Rebecca gave her a look. A look that gave the same reasoning. She added “Plus they look…” She stopped herself Bailey was confused “They look what?” “Hmm…Oh…nothing.” Bailey recoiled back into her seat as her sister looked out of the window. What is going on here? It wasn’t too much longer before the family spotted a big blue road-sign. Public Rest Area. Next stop 47 miles. Without so much as a word, the SUV turned onto the gravel side stop. A few other cars, most with bike racks or other camping equipment attached, littered the parking lot. Few people were actually there, and those that were, were spread thin. “Bailey?” Her Mom didn’t wait for a response “Honey, can you check the bathrooms here? Make sure they’re clean? I want to talk about something with your sister.” “Yeah, sure…” As Bailey opened the door and began to climb out of the car, she thought of the question she was just asked “I’m still not going to pee in a cup if they’re that bad though.” Her Mother turned, and as she responded, Bailey observed her placing the heel of her hand into the crotch of her olive green khaki shorts. “Bailey, sweetie, you’re not the only one who could really use a break right now. And I’d rather not pee in a disgusting bathroom if I don’t have to. And neither does your sister.” Shrugging the request off, Bailey shut the door to let the two of them talk and made her way to the public bathrooms. The long grass that surrounded the narrow main road was peaceful. Dotted with different flowers, and when a car wasn’t passing by, the sounds of insects and birds rang like a melody through the rest area. This peaceable moment was quickly dashed when Bailey approached the small wooden bathroom. The smell of stale piss that had been cooked in the summer sun mixed with the odor of countless other hikers and campers alike blitzed through Bailey’s nose and invaded her senses. Gagging, she turned away from the small structure. Coughing and gasping for air, she turned back towards the SUV. From her view, Bailey could see her Mother and sister talking about something. What it was, she couldn’t make out. The two women looked so dissimilar, it was hard to tell that they were mother and daughter. The shortest of the family, Rebecca was also the thinnest. Her blue tank top blended well with her light, acid washed jeans. She had certainly grown in the time Bailey had seen her. Despite this, it their mother was who Bailey had noticed the most change in. While her hips were wider than her daughters from baring the two of them, she had dropped much of the weight that she used to carry. The stress of being a mother had kept her overweight, but now, finally, she had turned herself into a much healthier woman. Her white t-shirt was tucked into her lose fitting shorts. With a round face and shoulder length hair, she had the appearance of a woman who was in control. She was the first to break her conversation with Rebecca and ask Bailey about the situation. “How are they?” “Awful. They smell really bad.” “Ew! Gross!” Rebecca chimed in. “I’m just gonna pee in my jeans.” The crassness and social moray of her sisters statement forced a chuckle and snort out of Bailey. Her sister didn’t always joke around like this. Or at least, Bailey thought it was a joke until her mother responded “Yeah I agree. You need cover sweetie, or are you just going to go now?” “I think I’d like some cover.” “Aright. Bailey, can you get a towel out of the trunk and give your sister some cover? She can’t hold it anymore.” Bailey’s jaw dropped. Her mother folded her arms just underneath her larger breasts and stared at the ground, seemingly in thought. Concentrating. “I’m doing it on purpose Mom! I could hold it, I just…” “I’m going on purpose too Rebecca.” Their mom interrupted “It’s ok to admit that you can’t hold it either.” Bailey felt as if she had fallen into another world. Maybe this was some sort of elaborate prank. Maybe they were just joking with her. A prank to see if she’d do it too. She looked her mother in the eye, wondering if she was going to laugh. To tell her that she was still so gullible. Instead, Bailey couldn’t believe her eyes. Her voice barely audible, a high pitched whisper. “Mom!” She gasped “you’re peeing!” A visual confirmation of Bailey’s observation began to appear on her mother’s loose shorts. The olive color darkening to a nearly black shade. Her mother replied “I told you.” She held up her fingers; listing “I had the iced coffee, and the water. I really had to go.” Baileys jaw dropped as the same dark stain that had begun to draw itself on the crotch of her mother’s shorts expanded towards her thigh in a quickly widening stain. Darting down one leg, the quickly expanding stain overran the cuff of her shorts and they began to drip. Baileys mother spoke again as clear urine began to fall freely from her now glistening shorts. “Bailey, dear. Please help your sister, and stop staring at me.” Her voice was calm and soothing. As if puppeted by an unseen force, Bailey complied, the shock of seeing her mother so brazenly wet her pants still searing into her mind. The trunk was open. All she did was turn around and grab a multicolored beach towel. But the sound of multiple streams and drips of clear pee splattering and spraying out of her mother’s shorts was still audible. The gravel and rock under her was changing color as it accepted her accident. A circle developed as random rivulets and arcs of hot pee splattered and smacked the ground. Slower moving beads of piss followed the impressive force, sliding down her mother’s larger, light-skinned thighs. “Uh, sis? A little help?” Rebecca motioned for the towel, her jean-clad legs now crossed over each other. Bailey tried to get the reality of the situation out of her mind. In a daze she wondered over to her sister, trying to block out the fact that she could hear her mother enjoying the scenery. And pissing her pants. As soon as Bailey opened the towel to block the view of her sister from the main road, her sibling widened her stance, her legs now spread. She bent forward slightly and put her hands on her knees. Looking up at her sister, Rebecca’s mouth opened in relief as her jeans began to sport a small spot. It was dark. A magnificent contrast to her light jeans. She closed her eyes as a loud hiss began to emanate from her. Rebecca’s stain took a much different form from her mothers. Instead of initially pooling at the crotch, then splattering through the heavy fabric, her forceful, hissing accident spread quickly down her stretched legs. Gravity had a better hold on her streaming pee and it pulled her hot urine quickly down the backs of her legs. Closing her eyes, she exhaled in relief and pleasure. Her eyes still closed, with piss running down her legs and now pooling on the ground and in her sneakers, she asked “Hey B, you haven’t gone this whole time. You must need to go too.” “I-I…I’m fine.” “No you’re not!” Rebecca opened her eyes, still peeing and gave a smile as she looked at her sister. “I can tell when you’re lying!” Rebecca was right, Bailey did need to go. But it wasn’t urgent, and certainly not enough to follow her sister or her Mother’s lead. She heard squishing footsteps behind her, her Mother was walking towards them. Turning her head, Bailey noticed her Mother. Her legs glistened, with rogue drips of piss falling of her legs as she moved. Her shorts now sported a full and very obvious pee stain. The inseam of both her thighs, plus the crotch, almost up to her shirt, was circled by a wide dark patch. She commented on Rebecca’s decision first “Wow! Honey, I didn’t know you were waiting that long! Look at that puddle.” Rebecca pointed, taking her hand off her knees. “Well look at yours! How long were you holding it?” “Too long. Bailey?” She turned to her other daughter “Are you going to have an accident too?” Bailey shook her head. “N….no.” Rebecca shook the last drops of pee off her jeans “It feels good sis! It’s not gross or anything.” “I-I couldn’t…” “Sure you could! I show you-“ “Rebecca.” Their Mother spoke sternly. “She said she doesn’t need to have one, she doesn’t have to. But just so she knows, I’m not stopping the car again until we get there.” Rebecca shrugged and grabbed the towel from Bailey, who provided no resistance. As she waked back towards the car, her shoes squished and squeaked. “And you even get these cool sound effe-“ “Rebecca, she said no.” Their mother was getting another towel out of the back of the SUV. Rebecca climbed back into the car, this time, with a towel. Bailey, still not believing what had happened, turned towards the SUV. She got a good look at her mother’s shorts from the back. Stained from the center of her shorts, up and around her butt, and down the backs of both legs, her act was not desecrate. She closed the trunk “C’mon. We can get there before sundown if we hurry.” Bailey stood still for a moment. She looked to the puddle her sister left. Then to her mothers. She thought of her own bladder as her need became more apparent. Just what had she missed while she was away?
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    I tried rapid desperation for the first time and WOW it was intense. I can't believe how quickly I went from not needing to go to being absolutely bursting. As you can see in the video I barely made it to the camera before starting to lose control. Journey 1100- Began drinking a large glass every 30 minutes (and going to pee whenever needed) 1300- Began drinking a large glass every 20 minutes 1400 - Used the restroom then began the pee holding 1430 - Starting to feel my bladder filling up 1500 - The last 15 minutes went from feeling a little bit of pressure to starting to feel the urge to pee. I’m surprised how quickly it’s progressed! 1515 - I can’t lay on the couch anymore it’s too uncomfortable. I found sitting down at leaning on my knees is much more comfortable although it’s building up very quickly 1530 - I can’t stop moving my legs now it’s getting really bad and uncomfortable but I want to see how long I can hold it for 1545 - It’s starting to leak out a little bit at a time but I’m trying to my hardest not to let any out. I’ll have to start the video recording soon 1555 - I started peeing a little bit but it felt so good I tried to stop it but it came out for about 6 or so seconds. It’s taken off a little bit of pressure so I will keep on holding on. I’ve got the camera set up for when I’m about to lose control 1610 - I’m starting to lose control more often so I’m going to start filming and hoping I can hold it a bit longer for the video 1615 - Started recording and only lasted around 10 minutes before completely losing control
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  18. Definitely! I like to walk down to the local taproom for a pint in the evening and sometimes I'll drink extra water so I'm bursting when I leave. It's a 30 minute walk to get home and if I'm desperate enough when I leave the bar, there's no way I make it home dry.
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  19. Overall, it was a success! I went to bed dry and woke up several hours later with pajamas soaked from my stomach to my knees. I did a little experimenting first and I found that not all condoms leak the same... which I guess is the point haha! I completely unrolled a 3 different kinds and filled them with about 24oz of water (650ml), then poked a hole with a sewing needle in the tip. I set a timer to see how long they would take to empty. Then I chose the best one and put it in bed with me to see how it would actually work. Here's what I found: - Lubricated condoms barely leak. Use unlubricated ones. - poke 3-4 holes in the tip. 1 is not enough. The water slowly drips out of such a small hole there's no chance of it just spraying out and feeling wet before you fall asleep. - The water pressure inside the condom will force the water out until a certain point, then there isn't enough pressure to leak any more. Only about half of the water leaked out before there wasn't enough pressure to keep dripping, but it was plenty to soak my pajamas and take several hours to wake me up. Next time I'm going to add more water. - Use hot water. I was lying on my stomach with the tip of the condom resting against the crotch of my pajamas. It felt like sleeping with a hot water bottle (if you've lived in cold climates you know what I'm talking about). I slept on my stomach for 2 reasons. It's how I normally sleep and because I wanted the water to soak in where I would normally get wet if I peed in bed. If I were to sleep on my side or back, I don't know how I would be able to position the condom without attaching it to myself and that just doesn't make it feel natural. - I also put headphones in and fell asleep listening to a bedwetting hypnosis file from Fiona Clearwater. I thought being wet down there and listening to this might actually make me pee in my sleep. It did not. - I put down a waterproof blanket to sleep on to make cleanup easier. I didn't want to have to wash my sheets or air anything out if my mattress protector leaked. - I woke up soaked at some point and just went back to sleep, only to wake up again. I didn't want to totally ruin my night's sleep so I removed the wet things and went back to sleep dry. - I slept in cotton pajamas and cotton boxers so they would soak up as much as possible. I usually sleep naked but I knew that wouldn't feel the same and really waking up soaked. Ways to change it up for next time: - I could pee into the condom. It would certainly feel and smell different when I wake up. However, it was pretty nice just taking off my wet clothes and removing the wet blanket so I could go right back to sleep. - I could drink water before going to bed so when I wake up wet I could actually pee in bed. Since I already had one 'accident' it wouldn't really matter, right?! - After waking up wet I could put a diaper on to prevent any more accidents, and wake up remembering that I wet the bed.
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  20. @Angusburger "And these girls just held it in without a fuss during the field trip? Did they not complain? Did guys make fun of girls for it?" The girls who got to go to the bathroom and the guys who got to go to the bathroom were in the front of the bus and they were more chatty, whereas the most of the girls who didn't get to go to the bathroom were more towards the back of the bus and they were much quieter.
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  23. Thank you!!!! My urge bat the restaurant grew quickly and I debated aborting, but it soon wasn’t an option…. I foolishly thought I could just let out a little bit at a time…. Not sure why I thought thought it would be possible as my floodgates usually don’t have an off switch. Second mistake was not wearing boxers briefs or some compression type shorts over my diaper. I felt like the diaper was hanging to my knees when I stood up… regardless, no one noticed. I stopped next at the gas station to fill up and grab a water. Since the hardware store was across the street, it was my next logical stop. Basically I need a chain saw, batteries and an adjustable curtain rod. I was already in the waddle phase and decided to just cut it short and buy batteries… lines always kill me too. The thickness between my legs made it a bit awkward to try and grab myself or do any sort of leak prevention. Finally it was my turn. And with the quick scan of the batteries, I was already peeing again. Seriously full force. I mumble “with card please” as I feel the whole leak feeling. You know, the whole everything is warm up front and then, oh fuck what is that down my leg…. Yes that was exactly what was happening. I paid and bolted out of there. Surprisingly there was almost no exterior damage. And the funny thing is, the diaper got so heavy that one of the tapes slipped off causing an even larger sag!!!! That was A LOT of fun!!!! I need more days off lol
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  24. I haven’t had a day off in ages and the errands that I need to run have piled up significantly! I could have opted for a non padded adventure which would have sent me home early due to some wet pants, but safer to just get everything done and wear a diaper. Today I chose a Blue Cammie… prior to heading out, I drank a sufficient amount of coffee, tea and water to obviously make it interesting … my departure was slightly delayed due to some unexpected issues that came up with work…. These took me about an hour to resolve and during this time, I managed to only flood myself once… First stop was dropping of recyclables. Normally uneventful, but I was already desperate again. Halfway through, a torrent of pee escaped and rapidly filled my diaper to the point where I thought it may leak… on the second wetting, this is typically not likely. Safe for the time being. Due to my late departure, my errand plans changed a bit. I had to move lunch up a bit. I’m currently sipping a glass of wine along with some sparkling water. I went to a local Italian place where I know most of the staff. I wore a larger jacket to hide my bulge for this reason. Still quite exhilarating knowing that I’m being naughty… already an 8.5 and just sat down about 10 minutes ago. I will definitely wet again before leaving… afterwards, need to go to the bank, gas station, hardware store and pharmacy. I will hit the gas station next to ensure I have enough water for the rest of my adventure….
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  25. If i could only have one, I'll use mine wisely! I think my dream cartoon / anime omo scenario would be a two panel bit of Komi Shuuko from Komi Can't Communicate, wearing an all white set of lacy panties and a lacy bralette, lacy topped shoulder length gloves and lacy thigh high stockings, (I said lacy too many times, lol) Struggling with a maybe 2.5 liter bladder bulge, legs double crossed, her hand nervously out of the way as she takes a picture of it with a 2009 looking flip phone showing off her bladder bulge, and sends it to Hitohito Tadano. Her panties are completely dry. She would not be sweating , blushing, shaking, or have clear indications that she is in extreme pain. But she is. Noted with a caption that says "*It is unbearable, but she's too nervous to say anything.", and a clock somewhere reading 8:57 PM with a tiny text beneath that would say she has been holding 2,629ml for 32 Hours & 57 Minutes. There would be a close up of her flip-phone that shows the text convo. Komi sends the image, and says "It's very heavy.." right below it. Tadano responds with "It looks good on you, see you with it at school tomorrow." A caption beside the phone (Positioned chronologically under Tadano's text) reads "*She is determined to try her hardest." Side note: the captions are in square boxes, and they have the asterisks before them.
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  26. I just made another post about her, you can see it here!
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  27. Always the best videos when there’s talking and feeling like part of it. LizRaw videos are great for it. Nerdy_Feary too. I found this one recently and thought she was so incredible.. not sure if it’s posted or uploaded here before. Likely off ThisVid IMG_7660.mp4
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  28. "Thanks guys, this was fun" Sophie said as she left her friend Jenifers house, where she had just spent the day with her and their 3 other friends. As she left, she felt a slight twinge in her bladder again. She had meant to excuse herself but was to caught up in the conversation. She could make it home though, she wasn't worried. 5 min later She ran to the bust stop just as the bus pulled away. 'Dammit' she thought as she checked her phone only to see that the next bus wasn't coming for another 30 min. She plugged in her earphones as she rubbed her legs together underneath her flowery dress. She was starting to feel it, but she had a strong bladder. 30 min later The bus finally arrived and Sophie was grateful. She was dying for a bathroom, because all her drinks from earlier were really sinking in. She sat down at her seat and crossed her legs. 10 min later She was trying desperately trying not to squirm in her seat. Her legs were crossed as tightley as they could be as she tried to keep her pee from exploding out of her. She looked ahead. Traffic. She hoped it would clear up soon, because she wasn't sure how much she could take. 10 min later A few drops escaped into her underwear, and she quickley shoved a hand between her legs, relieving some of the pressure. She noticed some weird looks so she removed her hand, but another spurt released, so she was forced to but the hand back. She felt her bladder twinge and she bent over slightly, squirming in her seat. It was now obvious that she had to pee, but it was all she could do not to pee right then and there. She blushed as people walked by. 5 min later She was rocking back and forth, side to side, giving the bus seat a lap dance. She was one stop away. She could make it. She was spurting every few minutes and there was a small wet spot on her dress but she didn't care. Finally they reached her stop but she realized her problem. How was she supposed to get up and walk home with both hands shoved deep in her crotch. She took a deep breath and stood, and the preasure on her bladder increased by 10 times. She shuffled to the front of the bus, and was about to step off when her bladder finally gave out. She tried to stop it but it was no use. She was powerless as her golden liquid exploded out of her, in front of everybody. She stood there, relieved until she realized what she had just done, and ran off of the bus embaressed, leaving the flow of piss behind her.
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  29. Sounds nice! But how did it end for him? He was still holding his pee the whole time right? When did he let go?
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  30. Thanks 🙂 Always glad to see someone likes my work! A Little Break - Day 2 / Chapter 7: Morning I woke up gradually, lying back and waiting for the pattern on the ceiling to come into focus. I knew there was something different about this morning, quite apart from the sunlight streaming in through the curtains to let me know how long I'd slept. It took a few minutes for me to remember the night before, a situation which I could probably blame on the wine. When I remembered that Lynn was in the spare room, I leapt up from my bed and hurried to get dressed. I wasn't sure if she'd be awake yet, but I wanted to be up and make sure the kitchen was clear enough to make breakfast before she saw me. Bacon and french toast would probably be the perfect thing to jolt my brain back into gear, too, so I hurried to get the house tidy and breakfast cooking. As it turned out, my timing was perfect. Lynn came downstairs about ten minutes after me, probably woken up by the smell of bacon. She was wearing scruffy jeans and a T-shirt, and rubbing her eyes as if that would help her to wake up. "Coffee?" I proposed, "Orange juice, bacon, whatever? Don't think I asked what's your breakfast style." "I was going to ask if I could have brightly-coloured unhealthy cereal and be a hyperactive toddler all day," she paused as soon as she'd said it, but she could see pretty quickly that I wasn't going to be upset. "I guess that would be overdoing it a little. I was so nervous even suggesting something like that, I've been lying in bed half an hour wondering if I dare to ask. But you don't mind my childish side, so I was thinking maybe... Then I smelled bacon cooking, and I decided there's times it's better to be a grownup. Probably healthier too." "Perfect way to head off a hangover," I agreed, "Did you have much wine? I wasn't paying that much attention." I also made a mental note to pick up some kid-friendly cereals the next time I was in the supermarket, so she wouldn't need to ask again. That was really something I should have thought to get before she arrived. "A bit, not too much. I think. I don't remember that much, but I was pretty tired after the journey down here, and a shopping trip, and I can't thank you enough for all the stuff yesterday. I mean, just accepting that I want to be little is hard to believe. But helping me so much, playing along at the shops, and making it feel so real. You've done everything I could possibly hope for, and you haven't asked for anything in return." "That's what friends do. So, one fried breakfast, and staying in adult mode for a while. It's saying something about the state of kids' cereals that something like this could ever be considered the healthy option. Oh, I could put some mushrooms or onions on if you want, perfect topping for bacon and a fried slice." "I don't know how healthy they are now, I bet they're adding vitamins to their sugar so they can claim it's good for your little ones. Mushrooms sound great. But I need to use the bathroom first." "You don't need to ask," I answered with a grin. "All grown up today." Lynn blushed, and said something that I didn't quite catch as she hurried out of the room. For much of the day before, she'd not been able to go without my permission. This morning, I wasn't quite sure if that had become enough of a habit to make her feel like she should ask even when she wasn't in her little space. Or maybe those last few words were a hint that her kinky, submissive side wanted to ask permission even when adult; or a request to be little that she wasn't sure she wanted me to hear. I sliced a cup of button mushrooms into a smaller pan with a knob of butter while I waited for her to return, and decided that if she repeated whatever she'd said in five minutes then I'd happily do something to make the morning more fun. * * * "I didn't know you were such a chef," Lynn added as she took a seat. There was no sign of the earlier, brief moment of embarrassment. "I have hidden depths. Well, one hidden depth in any case. Have you sorted out your work yet? I could probably think of some activities to keep you from going out of your mind with boredom, but if you have other things to do I can be catching up on my paperwork." "Would these ideas involve me being a whole variety of different ages through the day?" "Maybe a little, but not all day. I don't want to overwhelm you with something that's so emotionally intense." "I can see that. Well, I've got a couple of articles I need to write anyway. Doesn't matter what time as long as I can plant myself in front of my laptop for a couple of hours at some point. When's best for you?" "Pretty much the same, I only need to talk to real clients for the big jobs. I bet half the people I work for don't even know what time zone I'm in, so they've got no problem with me replying half a day later. How about we set aside some time late afternoon to let the little girl out, so you can relax after you've done your work? I'll head into town this morning, there's some things I need to do. Anything you want me to pick up from the shops? Not sure if I forgot anything yesterday." "I could probably do with some pyjamas," she shrugged, "For the days when I've not passed out from drink or exhaustion. I don't even remember going to bed last night." "You fell asleep on the couch," I felt like I had to tell her the truth in this case. "I carried you up to bed, but that's all. Hope you were comfortable enough." "Yeah, thanks. You could have done anything while I was asleep, but you're always the gentleman." "You're not worried about what I could have done?" "A little disappointed," she smirked, and then her face darkened just a little as she thought about it more seriously. "But I'm glad there's someone I can trust even after most of my friends ditched me." Then I focused on my sandwich, because I didn't really know what to say to that. I wanted to reassure her, to say that real friends wouldn't let a single moment of weirdness turn them against her. But from what I'd seen online over the last few days, there didn't seem to be that many people supporting her. "And I'm amazed by your cooking skills. If you can make toast taste so good, I can't wait to see what you'd do with a stroganoff or something." "Did I never cook for you in college?" I asked, "I know you came round a few times. Mind you, that was before I properly got the hang of a skillet. It took a lot of trial and error, mostly error, to get to a point where my own creations weren't just a last resort for the days I couldn't afford takeout." "It was worth us meeting again then. For more than one reason. For all the reasons." After saying that, any further conversation was interrupted by both of us concentrating all our attention on the bread and pork products in front of us, which turned out to be just as divine as Lynn seemed to think. I hoped I would continue to be so lucky, and get it just right every morning. * * * When I returned from town, and filed some necessary paperwork for the calculation of my taxes at the end of the year, and dealt with all the client communication that couldn't wait, I turned my mind back to the little girl in my care. It didn't really matter to me that she wasn't physically as young as she acted. She felt like a child, and she did childish things, so every instinct in my body wanted to protect her just like I might do with an actual child. I thought about what we could do together in the afternoon. I was sure she'd appreciate the slight humiliation of a brightly-coloured plastic fork for dinner, and a knife incapable of cutting anything. I was grateful she'd mentioned a stroganoff, because I was pretty sure I could prepare something meeting the description with little real effort, which meant I would be free for babysitting duties while the pots simmered on the stove. I wondered what we could do with that time, and a couple of ideas filtered out of my subconscious. I was sure at least one of those thoughts would be viable, and didn't require any advance preparation. I would have gone to finish setting up the spare room for a child, but I figured if she was home Lynn wouldn't want me walking in on her at times we'd agreed she would be working. So instead, I turned my attention to the items I'd bought her. A tiny plastic dish, knife, and fork of course said that they should be washed before use. I did that easily enough, and then went through the rest of the cups, bottles, and anything that looked like a child might put it in her mouth. Would Lynn start absent-mindedly chewing on anything in reach if she was feeling young enough? I didn't know, but if she didn't do it herself, it might be amusing to suggest it to her. I added that to the growing mental list of things we could do, and then turned my attention to her new pacifiers. These would be a bigger challenge, because they could be uncomfortable or even harmful if used by adults. I didn't remember all the details, but there was something about the shape encouraging you to overuse some muscles and neglect others if they weren't the right size. Fortunately, companies who realised this had made adult size pacifiers designed for people with various developmental disorders. If you knew what you were doing it should be simple enough to remove the teat from one of those adult-size pacifiers and switch it with one of the cute patterned ones she'd selected the day before. Lynn might not even notice that the pacifier had grown since she chose it. If getting littler made the world seem big around her, then the relative sizes of other things might be harder to recognise. But I knew this was the right thing to do, because it would be good for her mouth and be comfortable while allowing her to make her own choices of pacifier. That was one reason I hadn't chosen by size when looking at the designs yesterday, but had picked out the ones I thought might be cutest, with widely varying designs so I could find which she actually liked best. The next task was heading up into the attic, and hoping that some things were still there. Bought when I was young and dumb, and prized novelty value over actually having space to walk around easily. There were two large bean bags that had once been part of the lounge furniture, until one of my post-college housemates tripped over them one time too many. I'd kept them anyway, and occasionally brought them down when I was expecting more guests than I could comfortably accommodate to watch the sportsball or similar events. Bringing a bean bag chair down from the attic wouldn't be that hard. Unless, of course, it needed pushing from three directions at once to get it through the hatch, and then snagged on the loft ladder half way down to remain hanging just where I couldn't reach around to release it. And once it was down, the covers were quite thickly coated with dust, so they had to go in the washing machine, and it seemed wasteful to put it on without collecting and sorting at least half a load of laundry from the hamper on the landing. Most of my clothes, I knew what was likely to run in the wash, so I didn't bother too much about reading the care labels on new clothes. But there was one outfit of Lynn's in the bag too, and I wanted to be absolutely certain I wasn't going to get anything wrong. And then, finally, I could do the shopping and then get back to work while the machine spun and tumbled. I had one of the most convenient jobs in the world. I did a lot of different things, and most of them I could manage whenever I felt like it, as long as I didn't keep people waiting too long, so I'd somehow managed to get a reputation for efficiency and reliability simply by not having any official office hours to stick to.
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  32. A commission I had done by the wonderful Pola Pola Bianda. In this one, Indah is a cheerleader who is being punished by her teammates. They decided to leave her in an atomic hanging wedgie. Unfortunately for her, she really had to pee and nobody came to get her down in time.
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  33. Honestly I wouldn’t mind being either of those girls 🤭
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  34. This is my first post here on Omo.org, but I’ve lurked the page for years. Its my first time putting my content up here. All feedback is appreciated☺️ FullSizeRender.MOV
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  35. "How could it have come to this?!" Zelda thought to herself as she raced down the corridors of her castle. It had been a quick and decisive defeat for the Hyrulean forces guarding the castle's outer defenses. An army of these vile twilight beasts had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and quickly overran the walls, taking the Soldiers by surprise. After the walls fell, the courtyard quickly followed suit, now the Twilight forces were surrounding the inner keep, it was only going to be a matter of time before they broke in. As the Princess, it was now up to Zelda to defend her people, and protect the realm of Hyrule. But how? In a matter of hours, her army had been crushed, and her castle all but toppled. The situation seemed hopeless. Zelda could already feel the fear building in the back of her mind as she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. She leaned against the cold stone walls of the castle corridor, and gasped for air. While recovering, Zelda became aware of another urgent situation...she needed to pee! The assault on the castle began without warning, thus granting no chances for a restroom break. "We must keep moving, Your Grace!" the royal guard Captain shouted, "We have to get you to the final protective line before the keep doors fall!" This jolted Zelda back into reality, she quickly pushed the thoughts of her full bladder to the back of her mind and pressed onward through the next set of doors. The guards barred the doors behind them. After some more breathless running, Zelda and her guard escort finally reached the throne room, the last line of defense. While running, they had heard many horrible noises from down below, it was apparent that the keep doors had fallen, and the Twilight forces were working their way through the remaining Hyrulean ranks. But now...now all was quiet. Zelda peered towards the large throne room doorway anxiously, a feeling of despair settling into the pit if her stomach. The calm before the storm truly was the worst. The dread sat heavy in the air, it could almost be physically felt. As she waited for the inevitable final assault, Zelda had nothing to draw her mind away from her desperate need to use the toilet, it was becoming painful now, as it had been hours since she was last able to relieve herself. Zelda wanted to sit down upon the throne, to relieve some pressure, but the nearness of the upcoming battle made her too anxious to do so. Instead, Zelda merely crossed her legs while standing, pressing her thighs together. She hoped her predicament wasn't noticable since everything was being covered by her white dress anyway, and her Soldiers were all transfixed on the doorway. At this point, Zelda did not know what to hope for, she was so desperate for relief, but there was no chance of that in their current circumstances, something had to change, and the only way for that to change would be the inevitable storming of the throne room. The chances that the few remaining Soldiers would be victorious against the onslaught were slim to none, and Zelda knew it. So, as desperately as she needed to pee, she also desperately wished to stall against the attack upon the throne room. "I-I can't hold this any longer." Zelda thought to herself as her knees began to buckle. "N-no! I can hold on! I am the Princess of Hyrule, and I will not have the disgrace of peeing myself added to my defeat! I cannot let myself be remembered as the Princess who cowered in fear and shame in her last moments..." 'Her last moments...' the words sounded so surreal, as she turned them over in her mind. It had not yet dawned on Zelda that these truly could be her last moments, she may very well be waiting for her death. The thought of this brought even more fear to her mind. Not cowardly or irrational fear, but true black fear, despair.... This made Zelda's knees buckle even more, and her urethra start to lose control for a brief moment. A very small amount of urine escaped, creating a tiny wet patch in Zelda's white, silky panties, she let out a quiet, but audible moan at this. Fighting with every fiber if her body, Zelda quickly regained her control and composure. Suddenly, Zelda's ears were filled with a loud hiss as black fog poured into the room and started to engulf the Soldiers' palisades. The room again fell silent as the Soldiers braced themselves. Again, the silence was shattered as the fiendish Twilight beasts scuttled out of the shadows and towards the Soldiers. They were large creatures, yet their movements made little noise, and resembled those of a cockroach scurrying towards a pile of refuse. The battle was over as soon as it started. The shadow beasts moved with an unnatural speed and overwhelmed the Soldiers. And that's when she finally saw him...Zant. He was the Twilight King, or something of that nature, Zelda didn't know what exactly he called himself, she knew almost nothing about her enemy. Yet, here he was, an enemy she did not know even existed a day ago was now in her throne room, marching towards her, with the bodies of her slain Soldiers scattered around them. Zelda gulped hard. "It is time for you to choose, surrender or die..." Zant said. "Oh yes, a question for all the land and people of Hyrule.... Life or death?!" Only two of Zelda's guards now remained, standing to her right and left. They both looked at her, hinging upon her answer. The fear and the hopelessness of the situation overtook Zelda at this moment and made her muscles completely release. She stood there quivering from the strain of trying not to lose control, but it was far too late. Hot pee was soaking through her panties and cascading down her legs, drenching her stockings and filling her boots. The sound was quite audible, and the puddle forming beneath her was visible to both her guards and to Zant. Zelda's face had gone white, she choked on her words and could not speak. All Zelda could do was merely drop her sword to the floor in defeat, the sword hit the floor with a clank and a splash as it landed in her pee puddle. Surrender was the only way that she and her subjects could survive. She had already disgraced herself in battle, there was no need to sacrifice more lives for the sake of pride. Written by: High Meme-Overlord
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  36. love when my boyfriend does this to me eeehehe 😁
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  38. Oh, I have a lot of desperation memories. One of the ones I look back on the most is in college, after a softball game. I had been getting more and more desperate the whole game, and i had a wet spot by the 8th inning. I told myself “just one more inning, we’ll all say good game, coach will give her speech, and I can go pee in the locker room, if I can get to a stall on time. There ended up being 3 extra innings and I was absolutely dying. We ended up winning, but I didn’t really care because as soon as we ended, me and my whole team ran for the locker rooms. The problem was, there were only 3 stalls, for over 20 of us, not including the showers. The stalls were filled immediately and so were the showers. I was stuck towards the back of the line, barely holding on, pee slowly spurting. Everyone was trying their hardest not to show it, but when you’ve been holding it for hours, it’s hard to make your desperation not obvious. Some of the girls had already taken off their shirts, shoes, pants, etc. The girl all the way in the back of the line was already naked because she wasted time taking everything off to prepare for the shower instead of getting in line. As embarrassing as that is, we’ve all seen each other naked, and we’ve all seen each other bursting, so it was nothing new. As the line got slowly shorter, the thought dawned on me that I probably wasn’t going to make it. Before you ask, no we couldn’t use the sinks because they were in the stalls. It was so hard to not wet myself, not just because I was bursting, but because just a few feet away, I could hear girls frantically running into the stalls, fumbling with their belts and buttons and zippers, and releasing a huge sigh or loan when the finally peed. One girl was so desperate she didn’t even lock the stall properly, meaning everyone could see her. A lot of girls leaked, as did me. I finally got into a stall and lost control while undoing my belt, but once I sat down it was the best pee of my life. After I showed, I noticed there were still two people in line. The aforementioned naked girl gave up and peed right there, and the girl in front of her was potty dancing profusely. She had but hands buried so hard into her crotch that I’m surprised it didn’t hurt. She tried to undo her belt in advance, but she literally could not take her hands out of her crotch or she would lose it. She didn’t make it
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  39. I finally present to you Governor Allegra from my blogs. I can't wait to hear your thoughts guys! 😊😇❤️
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  40. What do you think about this one guys? 😊🤗 You can commission your own piece too, for just $5... DM me if you like my art and want something of your own.
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  41. Here's one more then... Misty up and about to burst after having no chance to pee in 2 days... DM me for custom art and omo comics 😊
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  42. Also, here's a preview of 6 panel desperation comics that I created for a patron. If you're interested to buy, please dm me! The comic contains heavy drinking, tight clothes, deliberate holding and wetting!
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  43. Who will win? Their orgasms or their bladders?
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  44. After many too long delays, I finally have the finale of this story. Also thanks @watchinghold and @Peter-P for your posts/short stories in this thread, I really enjoyed reading them. ===== Part 4: Not Giving a Lady Permission to Pee As we waited to cross the street Erin bobbed up and down anxiously. Her reservoir of hot pee had been brewing uncomfortably in her visibly bulging bladder for most of the day. Yet it had been me, and not Erin, who got to use the toilet before we left the diner. Despite her urgent need for a long overdue afterwork piss, Erin had politely waited for several minutes while I used the men's room, all without a word of complaint. But what choice did Erin really have but to keep her throbbing little pee hole firmly clamped shut and wait? The city forbade her from ever peeing in public, even if it was an emergency, and Erin had made clear her support for the city's strict anti-female-public urination laws. So like a model female citizen Erin had dutifully held it in all day, even as she drank coffee like an addict, filling her bloated bladder to the brim. She had even endured listening to several guys pee freely in front of her at the public urinals, while she had to keep holding it in for hours. And now the chilly evening air was no doubt cruelly working it's magic on Erin's very unrelieved bulging bladder. Her fists were openly shoved into her desperately throbbing pussy as we waited for the traffic to pass. But of course the evil part of me still didn't want to let Erin go home and pee quite yet. I was enjoying her 12 toilet-less hours far too much. Erin was so accustomed to being denied a chance to pee all day at work that she hadn't even complained once about her filling bladder. Yet she had still fiercely defended the city's lack of any ladies rooms when I brought it up earlier. It made me wonder if Erin was secretly enjoying her own daily desperate plight to. Maybe that was part of why she didn't seem to mind holding it from the early morning to evening. Unfortunately it was too late in the evening for me to suggest we go out somewhere else like to the movies or a bar. We both had work tomorrow morning. So instead I asked Erin if she wanted to come back to my apartment and have a pint of beer or two with me. Erin smiled and nodded in agreement; she didn't even mention the possibility of her maybe swinging by her apartment so she could pee first. Erin fidgeted around in anxious anticipation as I unlocked my front door. She looked as if she was hoping to dash straight to my toilet as fast as her high heels would let her. The evil part of me would have loved to prevent that by telling Erin she wasn't allowed to use my toilet for some contrived reason. I had little doubt Erin would dutifully hold it for me if I asked her not to use my toilet. The thought of making Erin continue to hold it another hour or more at my place even though my toilet was right there nearly gave me a raging hard-on. But then again, perhaps there was a good chance Erin might choose to hold her pee in for a while longer despite the availability of my toilet. I didn't know all the rules of this city. But I did know Erin had previously seemed rather disgusted at the thought of sharing a public toilet with a bunch of other women. Perhaps that met Erin wouldn't even consider using my toilet under any circumstances, even if it was an emergency. Or perhaps it was against the rules for her to use my toilet I wondered as I opened the door. My bathroom was right across from the front door, so Erin couldn't miss it when we came in. She glanced longingly at my toilet through the open door, as if sorely tempted to go use it. But she politely remained rooted to the spot, crossing her legs and shifting around in obvious discomfort as she glanced at me expectantly. Perhaps Erin was hoping I would invite her to use my toilet, if so she was going to be sorely disappointed. "Have a seat while I fetch us some beer" I told Erin, pointing to a seat facing the open bathroom door. Erin nodded obediently and moved to sit down, all while still anxiously glancing in the direction of my toilet. Even though she had been dying to pee for hours now, it seemed Erin was too timid to simply ask to use my toilet. Or perhaps it was considered inappropriate for a lady to even ask to use someone else's toilet, let alone use it without their permission. I returned with two pint-sized cans of beer (473 ml). I made sure to feign a look of confusion as I handed one to Erin. "I thought you were going to hurry straight to my toilet to take a badly needed pee as soon as I let you in? Don't you want to go pee before drinking a pint or two of beer?" I inquired carefully. I made sure to avoid implying I was knowingly granting her permission to use my toilet. "…I didn't want to be rude Jeff, or take advantage of you being new to the city. You never said I could use your toilet, so I figured it would be better if I just held it" Erin answered, as she bit her lips nervously. "It's well within your rights to refuse to let me use your toilet, for any reason. If you refuse to give me permission I'm not allowed to pee at your place" she stated matter-of-factly, as she squirmed around in her seat in desperation. "Would you like my permission to go pee then?" I asked, making sure to not actually give her permission in the process. Erin smiled nervously. "…I don't know, I can hold it if you want me to Jeff" she replied uncertainly as she fidgeted around uncomfortably in her seat. She obviously wasn't used to someone bothering to ask if she'd like to use their toilet. "I've needed to pee really frigging bad since we entered Cascade's diner though, so it would be nice to pee" she admitted anxiously as she eyed my toilet. "I take it guys don't normally let you pee when they invite you over then?" I asked. Erin nodded in agreement. "Most guys in the city prefer us girls treat their toilets like just another men's urinal we aren't allowed to use. Some guys don't even let their girlfriend use their toilet, even when she stays the night. But I usually prefer to just hold it anyway. I hate the thought of sitting on someone else's potentially dirty toilet seat, I'm really germophobic" she explained. I grinned inwardly at Erin's confession. The city's rules, and Erin's aversion to using any 'foreign' toilets, were going to make it easy for me to keep her from peeing for a very long time. "Well, if you'd prefer to hold it for several more hours, I don't see why I should let you pee then, even if you were about to drink a few pints of beer" I replied. Erin grimaced, her throbbing bladder clearly not liking the thought of needing to hold on for a few more hours while she drank a few beers. She bent forward and jammed both hands into her crotch. Her pants were painfully digging into her swollen bladder bulge, adding to the enormous strain already on her exhausted little pee hole. "…I was kind of hoping you'd at least consider letting me pee though. I've been holding it in since 7 AM, and I've had a lot to drink today, so I'm absolutely bursting for a piss right about now. …But I'll understand if you'd rather I hold it a while longer". She paused, grinding her thighs together frantically in her seat, as she struggled to keep her liters of boiling hot pee from erupting like a volcano through her exhausted little pee hole. "Are you going to let me pee then or not?" she asked matter-of-factly. I shook my head. "I know you really need to pee bad, but I think you can hold it" I replied. Erin nodded meekly in acceptance, as if she had expected my refusal. "I hope you don't mind me making you wait; I know it's been many hours since you've last been able to pee". "It's alright Jeff, if you want me to hold it you don't have to let me use your toilet. My friends would have also expected me to hold it for them" she assured me unemotionally, as if she hadn't really cared if she got to pee or not. She clenched her thighs together, and scissored her legs back and forth frantically in her seat. Yet she still took a long sip from her pint of beer, despite knowing she wouldn't be able to pee for a while now, I almost got a raging hard-on right there! A few hours later, I still couldn't believe how easy it had been to get Erin to agree to hold it for me, even though my toilet was right in front of her. It would have been easy for Erin to ignore my refusal, plop herself on my toilet seat, and taken a nice long badly overdue pee. But like a proper lady she behaved herself, and held it like I asked her to, all while she drank her beer. She hadn't even asked me to reconsider when I said no, she had just simply accepted that she wasn't allowed to pee. The two of us both ended up draining two pints of beer each (946 ml total) at a leisurely pace over the next two hours. It was just after 9 PM now, which met Erin had so far lasted through 14 toilet-less hours of bladder endurance. The exhausted muscles in her womanhood must have been really straining to continue to hold back her massive flood of boiling hot piss by now. She sat on the edge of her seat, absolutely bursting for the toilet as she frantically twisted her legs into desperate knots. My open bathroom door was still right across from Erin's seat, the white porcelain throne inside just waiting for her to sit on it and open her exhausted floodgates. Erin glanced longingly at its offered relief for the hundredth time that hour, as if she were seriously thinking about using it. Except of course I had cruelly told Erin that she wasn't allowed to use my toilet. For all she knew I would have allowed her to pee, if only she hadn't told me I could refuse to let her use my toilet if I wanted to. If only she hadn't told me that guys generally expected the ladies they invited over to hold it. If only she had been able to swing by her place first, to take a quick pee break in her own bathroom. From Erin's perspective my bathroom might as well have had only a urinal in it, since there was no way I was letting her pee, and she probably knew that. Actually… now that I thought about it, I did need to take another piss myself… which gave my evil side a cruel idea that I had to act on. "Well, I really need to go drain the main vein again after those last couple of beers" I announced as I stood up. For a split second I saw what looked like real worry in Erin's eyes, as her swollen bladder no doubt fiercely protested at the thought of me using the toilet yet again, while she was still stuck holding it. I had probably peed at least 5 times already since Erin's last trip to the toilet 14 long hours ago. The city could be so unfair to the bladder's of well-behaved ladies like Erin. Erin bit her lips nervously, and shoved her fists into her crotch as she writhed around anxiously in her seat. "You won't mind if I go take a piss, will you Erin?" I asked her politely. Part of me hoped she finally complained about how bad she already needed to pee. Instead Erin merely shook her head. "No, you can pee whenever you want in your own home Jeff, even if you're still not going to let me pee" she replied matter-of-factly. There was no hint of jealousy, or resentment in her tone, even though I could have let her pee almost two hours ago. "Good, and yes, I'd prefer if you could hold it a while longer". Erin nodded meekly in acknowledgement as she grinded her crossed legs together anxiously, and kept her hands jammed deep into her crotch. "I hope you don't mind how I've already asked you to hold it for the last 2 hours. I know you've been waiting to take a badly needed pee break for a really long time now" I added. Erin shook her head indifferently. "Don't feel bad Jeff, it's your right to refuse to let me pee at your place. It doesn't matter if I'm absolutely bursting, or if I've been holding it for over 24 hours, I'm still expected to be a lady and wait" she answered indifferently. "Besides, I've seen thousands of cocks peeing in the public urinals over the years, when I hadn't been allowed to pee in least 12 hours. And at least a half dozen cocks from people I once dated peeing in their own toilets, while I was really desperate, but still wasn't allowed to pee at least until tomorrow morning. I'm used to it all" she assured me in the same matter-of-fact tone, as she continued to squirm around in her seat like a hot piss filled mess. "Well, if you don't mind seeing guys pee in front of you, then I don't really care if you watch or not" I said as I stepped into the bathroom. Without even bothering to close the door, I whipped my cock out, walked up to the toilet, and started peeing. Because of the layout of my bathroom, and because Erin was sitting right outside it, she had a perfect sideview of my pissing cock. I half expected Erin to look away, both for modesty's sake, and her bladder's sake. But she didn't. In my peripheral vision I saw her nakedly staring at my pissing cock, a look of excitement on her face. Despite all 14 desperate, toilet-less hours she had already endured, Erin was clearly enjoying this just as much as me! She knew she wasn't allowed to share in my relief, but Erin didn't seem to care. She just smiled eagerly as she watched me piss, even as she writhed around frantically in utter desperation. My cock stiffened significantly at Erin's enjoyment of all this despite her utterly desperate need to pee, which only seemed to make her smile bigger. Unfortunately my erection also made it a lot harder for me to finish peeing. My aim became more erratic from my partial erection, and my stream slowed down significantly, but Erin certainly didn't seem to mind. When I finished I tucked my cock back in, washed my hands quickly, and turned around to see Erin blushing furiously, excitement still on her face. "That… was really hot Jeff. I see a lot of pissing cocks in public when I… pretend to politely look away, but I don't normally get such a great view" she confessed lustfully. "And I think it's really hot how you still haven't been able to pee yet for the last 14 hours" I confessed. "Good, because it's really enjoyable for me to. It makes me so frigging horny when I'm just absolutely bursting to piss like I am now" she told me excitedly as she scissored her legs back and forth frantically. "A lot of times I only get to pee twice a day, because my friends never let me use their toilet. And I'm too germophobic to even touch most people's toilets in the first place. I'll pee if I get a chance to use a clean toilet without breaking the rules, since those opportunities are so rare for us ladies in this city. But if I can't pee I don't mind holding it all day till I get home". "Well then, it's a good thing I didn't let you pee when I invited you over" I replied with a grin, Erin nodded in agreement. "I appreciate you being a lady for me Erin, and not taking advantage of my ignorance of the rules so you could pee. You could have easily asked to use my toilet when I first let you in, without explaining the rules to me. I would have said yes without a second thought, and let you hurry right to my toilet to take a nice long pee" I pointed out. "I know I could have Jeff, but I didn't want to be a rude guest. Everyone in this city hates girls who just use your toilet without asking. A visiting lady should always wait for her host's permission before she pees" Erin answered proudly. "Besides, I'd really prefer to use my own toilet whenever possible. No offense Jeff, but I'm so germophobic that I don't like touching toilets someone else just used. I would have peed if you let me when I first came in, but now I'd rather just hold it to avoid touching your potentially dirty toilet". "Well, if you don't want to pee, then I won't give you permission to. I'm sure you can be a lady and hold it a while longer for me" I teased. "I promise I'll let you go home and use your own toilet in another hour or two" I added. Erin, with her fists jammed into her crotch, and a relieved smile on her face, nodded in agreement. With the two of us both feeling quite lustful for each other I inevitably ended up leading Erin to my bedroom so we could have sex. The sight of Erin hurriedly undoing her pants, and ripping them and her panties down to her knees, as if she were in a hurry to use the toilet practically made me fully erect. Her massively swollen bladder now bulged out farther than the bladder's of any of the other desperate women I had seen today. At first I worried if Erin would even be able to hold it when I started fucking her, especially when I brought her to orgasm. I didn't want her to pee uncontrollably all over my bed. I didn't even have a trash can near my bed for her to use in an emergency. I asked her about this while we finished undressing. "You're not allowing me to pee Jeff, so I won't" she replied haughtily. "Your concern is nice, but come on Jeff, you know I'm not going to pee in a trash can. I'm much too ladylike for that" she teased as she bobbed around anxiously, her hands gripping her sweaty pussy. And so I ended up going to town on Erin. Her exhausted bladder tried to rebel against her iron control, and forcibly release her liters of boiling hot pee right there, but Erin wouldn't let herself feel relief so easily. When I let her ride my dick I could feel her exhausted sphincter constantly clenching very hard to keep her throbbing little pee hole clamped tightly shut. No wonder why she could hold such an unbearably full bladder all day long without any relief. I guess this was just one of the benefits of living in a city without any ladies rooms, it made the sex much better. Neither of us wanted to stop, so our sex dragged on for a while before we were both fully spent. If we had been at Erin's apartment, she could have slipped right into her bathroom, and finally let herself pee after we had our fun. But she wasn't, and she knew she still couldn't pee at my apartment, because I still wasn't going to let her use my toilet. And even if I did, Erin had made clear she didn't want to use my 'dirty' toilet. I offered to let Erin pee in a large bucket for me, but she flatly refused. "I wouldn't pee in your bucket even if it was an absolute emergency Jeff. I'm supposed to behave like a lady, and only pee in toilets" she replied firmly as she wriggled around frantically with her fists jammed into her crotch. That met Erin had only one option, redressing herself, and making the short walk back to her apartment, where she could finally pee after 15 long hours of waiting. Erin twisted herself into desperate knots, and pee danced shamelessly as she compressed her poor engorged bladder back into her too-tight clothing. I expected Erin to be half-assed about dressing herself, so she could get home and sit on her badly needed toilet a little sooner. But to my surprise she took her time carefully buttoning up her pants, even as she nervously nibbled on her lips at the added pressure it put her overtaxed bladder. Erin looked like her bladder was about ready to explode the entire 50 meter walk back to her apartment. Her fists were jammed into her crotch the entire time, and she was so desperate she could barely walk in her high heels. I fully expected Erin to kiss me good night, and leave me at the door when we arrived at her apartment. But to my delight she held the door open, and motioned for me to come inside with her, all while her body language screamed for me to hurry up so she could pee. "I've already seen you pee, so it's only fair I let you see me pee" she explained mischievously as she hurried in after me. "What if I said I'd prefer if you could wait?" I teased jokingly. "Then you should have asked me to stay the night, and refused to let me pee at your place" she teased back, as if trying to give me an idea for later, as she hobbled to her toilet. The sight of her own toilet seemed to make Erin extra frantic as she hurriedly undid her pants again. I watched her rip her pants and panties down in one swift motion, and plop herself on the toilet seat, before finally unleashing Niagara Falls. 15 hours' worth of pent up boiling hot piss gushed out of Erin's pussy like a firehose, as a look of utter relief spread across her face. It took almost 3 full minutes for Erin's gusher to die down to a few dribbles, and finally stop. "We're definitely doing this again. How about catching dinner and a movie Friday night?" I asked her as she grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper. "Oh… you know that won't give me any time to go home and pee after work…" Erin teased. I nodded in agreement. "You were a lot tougher on my poor bladder then most people new to the city. Most of them would have let me pee at their place after I explained the rules, but after tonight I'm glad you didn't. Some guys have a lot of trouble adapting to living to in this city, but I can tell you'll do just fine Jeff. I'll see you after work this Friday then" she said with a wicked smile. I nodded in agreement. We both knew I definitely wasn't going to be letting Erin use the toilet for a very long time that Friday night. ===== That's it for Erin and Jeff's story (for now at least). Let me know what you think. I hope the ending turned out alright, I had a lot of trouble ending this story in a satisfactory way. I have a few pages written for another (much shorter) story that also takes place in this city with a different woman. I may work on finishing that one next, or I may get back to continuing the Groundhog's Day for Kate story (since so many have requested I continue that one, I already have a full page of the next part of that written).
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