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  1. Today I got an ultrasound (it was routine, I 'm all good 🙂 ) and had to hold a bursting bladder for a couple hours. I was asked to fill up gradually with a litre of water 2 hours before the actual test, to ensure my bladder would be holding the full volume by the time I got there. Then I had to drive (about 25 min), wait in the waiting room (another 30-40 min), wait for the tech to come in and then sit through the actual test (another 20 min), which involved them massaging my aching bladder with the cold wand. Although I was absolutely desperate, I thoroughly enjoyed this, of course. In fact, I had fun with my bulging bladder for several more hours, running errands and downing a medium coffee until I felt myself start to leak. Once I could feel just a little wetness on the outside of my pants, but nothing really visible, I drove home to continue holding until the leaks got more frequent. I held on, potty dancing through the warm spurts, until it naturally flowed out into my cozy sweat pants and made a nice puddle at my feet. The whole experience got my imagination going: I have a friend who is a practice patient as a side job, she gets paid a few hours a week to be examined/feign symptoms for health professionals who are learning basically. So it got me wondering if such a thing exists for ultrasound techs who are learning? Imagine having to hold a full bladder for one ultrasound after another, while your bladder is prodded by the ultrasound wand and cold gel. It got me curious how many people here would jump at such an opportunity, if they were presented with one. Maybe I should write a story on it? P.S. This is not meant to in any way diminish the hard work of medical professionals or training they go through, just a girl who likes to hold her pee, dreaming of scenarios to hold it 🙂
    7 points
  2. At my most recent job when I worked day shift, I had gone like 3 and a half hours without a break, stuck at a register, and we had these restrooms that were supposed to be employees only, but customers got the idea that since they could see them, they could use them (they werent behind a door or anything, they were just kinda out of the way and down a short hallway that was technically for employees only). They were single occupant bathrooms, and a woman got to the bathroom before me and I REALLY had to pee. No big deal, I could hold it a little longer. Then a minute later, a customer approaches me and asked where something was, I stepped a few feet away so I could point to where it was, and before I could get back to the restroom area, the first woman walks out and another walks in. Internally, I panic, but I decide to wait a little longer, and text a friend to keep my mind busy. Then, YET ANOTHER customer asks "Miss, can you help me find something please?" I turned to the bathroom and looked at her and I apologized. "Ma'am I am so sorry, but I'm trying to use the bathroom. One of my coworkers can help you. Sorry." And I gave her a nervous smile, not knowing how she'd react. "Then could you at least tell me where your books are?" I groaned internally as they didnt have an actual aisle number, so once again, I stepped a few feet away and pointed around the corner. She thanked me, and when I turned around, there was another customer in line for our bathrooms. I did eventually make it, but god damn I was frustrated since it took nearly my whole break for me to go pee after holding it for so long and I was not trying to indulge that day.
    6 points
  3. 4,750 downloads

    Desperate girls wetting shorts. Enjoy According to jade-net-home.com there are 5 parts to this JAV but the place I got these from only had 4 parts. If the 5th part ever turns up I will upload it.
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    6 points
  4. Snoofs? :3

    Snoofs? :3
    5 points
  5. Hi, new here—22/f/United States—I thought I'd post about some experiences in the realm of omo + actual desperation and wetting I've had with my boyfriend, one that happened last night, in particular. Btw, you can call me "A" 🙂 So I'll start with last night: TLDR; that day I had emergency surgery, i.e., a dilation and curettage, to remove a ruptured uterine fibroid. In post-op, one of my docs debriefed me on my discharge instructions and what to expect from my body as it recovers from surgery. One of (the many) things to expect? Incontinence, lasting up to a week. As someone who already deals with mild-moderate stress and urge incontinence, I wrongly thought I knew what was in store for me—though luckily, I did have a 9-pack of Goodnites on hand, sparing me from an embarrassing trip to the CVS across from my apartment. I get dropped off at my apartment around 4:30 pm. Having not had any fluids several hours before arriving at the hospital late that morning, I quite literally toss back a glass of cranberry juice and a 16oz Poland Spring, still wearing the disposable cotton underwear and maxi-pad provided by the hospital. Not even twenty minutes later, as I'm fiddling with the DVD player in my living room above the TV, my bladder begins to void—no warning, no bodily cue letting me know I had to go. Within seconds, I peed through the maxi-pad and disposable underwear, soaking my sweatpants and making a DVD player-sized puddle on the floor. I'm caught off guard by this, but ultimately unfazed—I clean up and put on a Goodnite. 6 pm: I'm on my couch watching a movie, about 2/3 of my way through another Poland Spring, nursing a bowl of chicken noodle soup. My very worried boyfriend (25/m)—who had been utterly in the dark about my surgery until I FaceTimed him in an anesthesia-induced fugue state in post-op—calls me to ask if he can swing by in a couple of hours. I, of course, agree. Thirty-ish minutes later, I feel myself leak, followed by a massive wave of urgency and pressure in my bladder. Caught off guard and, I guess, against my better judgment, I stand up from my position on the couch in an attempt to make it to the bathroom. Immediately, I begin peeing at full force. I grab myself in a semi-successful effort to control the stream, i.e., it slows, but doesn't stop; with my hands between my legs, I make it five feet from the couch before the pressure in my bladder surges beyond my ability to hold on any longer and start to pee uncontrollably. The feeling of involuntarily voiding my bladder makes me reflexively bend over, sending the majority of my stream of pee to the front of my Goodnite, which quickly, and audibly, saturates and overflows. Streams of pee begin running down my bare thighs (all I had on was one of my boyfriend's sweatshirts which, on me, pretty much function as a nightgown) and accumulate in a small puddle at my feet, maybe 5 inches in diameter. Frustrated, but now with an understanding of what the doctor meant when she mentioned "incontinence" as something to expect, I clean the floor, shower from the waist down, put on another Goodnite, and resume watching my movie. My boyfriend (let's call him T so as to avoid the phrase "my boyfriend" littering the remainder of this post umpteen times) comes over at around 8 pm. T is familiar with (and sympathetic to) my weak bladder—I've leaked, unintentionally and intentionally, in front of him before, in situations that contextualize/more or less excuse it, e.g., on walks, hikes, long car rides, etc. I've told him about full-blown accidents I've had; his response is always that "it's cute." However, I've never fully peed myself in front of T. The most I've leaked in front of him—up to this point—is a teacup-sized wet spot on my jeans (this happened earlier this month, on hour three of a seven-hour drive.) And I've certainly never worn, nor desired to wear, protective underwear (let's just call them what they are, diapers) diapers in front of him. He knocks on my door with a bouquet of flowers and card in hand, and we continue watching the movie I'd put on three hours earlier (the movie is Paul Thomas Anderson's 1999 film Magnolia, it's really, absurdly long, but otherwise fabulous). Before T arrived, I'd finished my soup, and had roughly 1/2 of a 20oz bottle of Gatorade—upon his arrival, I'd made each of us a peppermint tea with which, at 8:30, I was just about finished. Around 8:45, the credits roll—T and I are on the couch, his head is nestled in the crook of my neck and shoulder, and my legs are swung over his lap. I shift to place a pillow behind my back, scooching closer to T in the process, and feel a twinge in my bladder—followed by a leak. T seems oblivious, and I don't doubt he is, but given the likelihood and imminence of an accident, I open my mouth to say...something. Something, yeah? Anything. To tell him—tell him... Tell him what, exactly? That his 22-year-old girlfriend has no bladder control, at least for the next few days, and needs to wear a diaper? Well, fuck. Here goes nothing. "This is so embarrassing, but—feel my butt," I say. T shoots me a look best described as curiously amused and reaches under my sweatpants (the same pair I'd had an accident in earlier, they'd finished in the wash before T came). For lack of a better term: he gently feels up my padded butt. With his hand still there, I shake my head, breaking eye contact, "I—it's protective underwear," I swallow. "Just—with the surgery—you know, not for forever...for a couple of days, though, I can't—I can't really hold it, like, when I need to pee." I look back up at him. "Can I see what they look like?" asks T. I must look a little taken aback, because T shoots me another look as if to say, "Don't be weird." Sheepishly, I lower the band of my sweatpants. T moves the hand he has on my butt to graze the fabric of the top of the Goodnite, putting a negligible (but in my case, substantial) amount of pressure on my bladder, causing me to spurt. I bite my lip to stop the flow, which must look like my discomfort related to T's touch, who gently lifts his hand. "Don't be embarrassed, I don't care," he says. "I—I'm not embarrassed, it's, um," I stutter, squirming as more pee dribbles out of my urethra. "I just—I need to pee, like, now, and I can't, you know, I can't really hold—" T cuts me off. "Just go." To my surprise, my eyes well up with tears. "It's embarrassing," I say, quietly. T hoists me onto his lap; the motion of this, of course, causes my bladder to spasm, and, against my will, my detrusor muscle relaxes. Continuing to squirm and futilely squeeze my thighs together, I begin peeing uncontrollably into my Goodnite, on my boyfriend's lap. I pee at full force for 45 seconds before the stream of pee wanes to a dribble, and am fleetingly put at ease upon making the judgment that the Goodnite has managed to contain the wetness, when my bladder spasms again. Pee begins audibly hissing against my swollen Goodnite before soaking the fabric of the seat of my sweatpants - my boyfriend's sweatpants. The stream tapers off soon after this, but not before my pee pools onto my boyfriend's lap, saturating his jeans. Slackjawed, I mumble, "I—I couldn't hold it, I really—I couldn't hold it." I feel T nod and gently begin to pet the back of my head. We sit for a minute before T helps me change. I put his jeans and my sweatpants—his sweatpants—in the wash. I'm apologizing profusely at ten or twenty-second intervals throughout all of this, of course, which T responds to by covering his ears and kissing my forehead. 10:00 pm, probably: T insists I go to bed while the washing machine finishes. 11:00 pm, maybe: T takes the clothes out of the dryer. 12:15 pm: Next to me, T reads the second-to-last chapter of his book, when he feels - well, hears - hears the sloshing of me shifting positions in bed, specifically, and reaches his hand between my thighs to check if I'm dry, which I am - albeit not for long; T leaves his hand there for some time, likely weighing his options— To wake me, or not to wake me, that is the question / Whether 'tis nobler in the mind... —and decides to do the latter, which means one thing: he thinks I'm asleep. I'm very much awake. ***More experiences in story form soon, I promise! This took me way longer to write than anticipated, though, so I'm cutting myself off for the day, lol*** Xoxo, A
    4 points
  6. While being fingered by Gabriella, Alisha pees in her diaper in this incredibly sexy lesbian diaper fetish video. In this scene we find Alisha and Gabriella making out in their pull-on style diapers. While making out, Gabriella slides her hand inside Alisha’s diaper and begins to finger her. Alisha needs to pee, so while Gabriella is fingering her she pees in her diaper.
    4 points
  7. Count me sooooo in! The funny part is, I'd be the best training material as I'm capable of holding a very full bladder for a very long time (I've actually been complimented on this by ultrasound techs) and can help numerous trainees in a row... but in real life they won't have it that easy, because not too many patients will be as good as me 😜 Poor doctors will miss their training with me, my diligence at properly filling that bladder and my infinite patience!
    4 points
  8. Bringing this back up to the top, but also a quick update. In the last 3 weeks I've been with Joanne when she's wet her jeans 2x. First time we had lunch, she an espresso afterwards (always makes her pee, often urgently about 45 minutes later), she went preemptively to the toilet (sometimes helps, but often too soon to really help), and we went for a walk. On the way back to the car, perhaps another 15 minutes away, she said, "I really have to pee so we need to walk quickly." We did and she made it almost to the car but not quite in time, "Shit, I just leaked a lot...". Certainly true, a nice wet patch a few inches across, from the back. I managed a pic to two on my phone. We got in the car, she now holding herself and I drove her to her house a few minutes away. As we said good bye she said, "I'm not going to hug you, gotta go now!", and she got out, walked down her drive way, and got out her phone to open her garage. At the time didn't know, but suspected, whether she made it. Fast forward to today. Another lunch, another walk (this post tea for her) and on the walk she said "I need to pee and won't make it back, let's go to the super market," which was near by. I waited outside reading stuff on my phone, and she took a long time, quite a long time. I wondered if there was a long line, and indeed there was. She returned after perhaps 8 or 10 minutes, and indeed, another not quite in time moment. Her delightfully tight jeans with just a hint of pantiline from the back a bit wet in front and another wet patch in back. "Couldn't get them down in time," she offered without me asking. "I thought I was going to have a full blown accident waiting for the single stall, but managed not to." We actually did an errand in a store with her wet patched jeans...and I managed a few pictures, again. Can't post those here, too bad but I understand the policy...anyway, lovely adventures with Joanne.
    4 points
  9. Foreword: During the early 19th century, the brothers Grimm would have collected many oral tales to preserve in written form. However, the stories that eventually made their way into these volumes were edited to remove some of the more vulgar content. Some stories may have been cut out altogether. Perhaps there was once a story just like this one, cut from the volume due to the obscenity of a princess needing to pee. If so, it would have been doomed to die as a forgotten folk tale, never to reach a modern audience. Until now… Three princesses and a pot Once upon a time, there were three princesses who lived in three neighboring lands, and they were so fair and so kind and so sweet, that they came to be known by all as the princess of cherry pies, and the princess of lemon tarts, and the princess of almond cakes. One day, the fathers and mothers of these princesses met with each other to discuss treaties and trade and tales and troubles, and many other things kings and queens discuss with each other. And of course, the three princesses snuck away from the meeting table to discuss the kinds of things only princesses talk about when they believe nobody is listening. But as luck would have it, that day there were blackguards and scoundrels sneaking around, hoping to hear some whispered king’s or queen’s secret. And the princesses had snuck off just far enough that the royal guards could no longer find them. So, they were kidnapped and carried off far away to the prince of blackguards. And when the prince of blackguards had seen the three captive princesses, he had said this: “You three are my captives, yet I shall show you three mercies. You shall be watered and fed so that you do not starve. I shall send messages of ransom to your kingdom, rather than its enemies. Finally, you shall be given a chamber pot to share in your captivity so that you may keep your dignity whole.” And so it came to be that the three princesses were locked in a tall tower, and they were given food and water and a white porcelain pot. But none of the princesses wanted to use the pot in front of the other, as the duties of a dignified princess demanded. But as the first day passed, their bladders filled and filled, and as the first night passed, their bladders filled even more. And soon, they wanted to pass their waters so badly they could hardly stand it. And then when the sun was high above the tower on the second day, the princess of cherry pies said “Forgive me, for I am a disgrace. I must concede that you two are my betters in dignified elegance and endurance, and now I can only beg you do not tell of this to anyone else.” The princess of lemon tarts asked what was troubling her so, and the princess of cherry pies said “Must I say it out loud? I must pass my waters now, for they hurt me so. I have failed in my duty as a princess, to disgrace myself so in your presence. But it cannot be done any longer, I must use the pot.” And so the princess of lemon tarts and the princess of almond cakes both promised her never to speak of this, and hurried to help her out of her dress and corset and smallthings. Finally, the princess of cherry pies stood trembling and naked before the pot as the wooden lid covering it was removed. The inside of the pot was pristine, as if it had just been scrubbed. And it is said that the sobs of relief that came from the princess of cherry pies after she sat down were so gentle and thankful that it is said that birds gathered outside the window and started singing, and the flowers outside started growing. Tears streamed down her face as she filled the pot. And she did not stop until she had filled the pot half-way. During the second night, the princess of lemon tarts could not sleep for her full bladder. It throbbed and chafed and stung her so, that she thought she would do anything to be rid of it. And when the moon shone through the window of the tower, the princess of lemon tarts decided she would die if she held her waters for any longer. Quietly she snuck out of her bed, and removed her smallthings as best as she was able before bunching up her dress. Then, she removed the wooden lid and sat over the pot. And though the princess of lemon tarts tried to be quiet as a mouse, it is said that her hushed whimpers of relief, which sounded so happy and sad all at once, caused the clouds above to rain in grief of her lost dignity and the animals near the tower to tearfully celebrate her relief. And when she was finished, she put the wooden cover back on the pot and went to sleep. However, the princess of almond cakes had witnessed all of it. And now she so urgently needed to pass her own water, and was so jealous of the other two, that she decided to sneak out of bed just as the princess of lemon tarts had. And just like the princess before her, she hastily undid her smallthings and took the wooden cover of the pot. However, by now the pot was completely full and could not be used. And so the princess of almond cakes had to put the pot back, and put back on her smallclothes without passing her water. By the dawn of the third day, the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts, who had both used the pot were again full of bladder and in much discomfort. It did of course not compare to the sufferings of the princess of almond cakes, who had not passed her waters in all this time. But neither the princess of lemon tarts nor the princess of cherry pies knew about this, as they both assumed the princess of almond cakes had found some moment of privacy during one of the nights they had been captive. It was then a lark flew and landed on the captive princesses’ windowsill. And this was an enchanted lark, because it started speaking to them. “Princesses who come from three lands,” it said. “I am sent to settle an old debt. Many years ago, the queen of almond cakes saved my children from being cooked and served at a royal feast. Now, I have arrived at your windowsill to repay her good deed in kind.” The princesses were overjoyed at these news, and rejoiced. Except for the princess of almond cakes, who stayed silent all throughout. The lark spoke again. “As my debt is to the princess of almond cakes, I can fulfil her deepest wish. If she tells me of her heart’s true desire, it is within my ability to grant it.” The princess of cherry pies spoke then, and said “Then you must simply wish us away from here and back to our kingdoms! Then we can finally be free of the discomforts of our captivity.” Then the princess of lemon tarts spoke “Or you may wish to change the hearts of these blackguards, so that they decide to return us home freely and never again hurt a traveler!” The princess of almond cakes told the lark “I wish for both of these things. I wish that we may return to our homes, and that the company of blackguards and scoundrels have a change of heart and never again cause harm. This is my heart’s desire.” But it was not her true heart’s desire, in reality the princess of almond cakes wanted only to relieve her stinging bladder. And the lark said “Very well.” and flew off. But the more time passed, the less did her wish come true. Later that day when the sun was above the tower, the lark came again. It said “Because your wish has not yet come true, it cannot be your heart’s true desire. Please, you must tell me your heart’s deepest wish or I cannot help you.” And then the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts tried to encourage her to think of her heart’s desire, for they too wanted the lark’s help. But the princess of almond cakes could not tell them of her heart’s desire, and instead said “I only wish to return to my bed, in my room, in my castle, in my kingdom.” And the lark said “Very well.” and flew off again. This time, the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts were quite cross with their companion, as she had wished to only be returned herself. But again time passed, and her wish did not come true. When it was almost dark, the lark returned again. It said “Because your wish has not yet come true, it cannot be your heart’s true desire. Please, you must tell me your heart’s deepest wish or I cannot help you.” And the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts told her that she must tell the lark true, now, for their own bladders were almost as full as they had been before. Finally, the princess of almond cakes said “I only wish to relieve my aching, burning, stinging bladder! I only wish to be free of this ocean I carry within my belly, and pass my waters after three days!” And as soon as she said so, the prince of blackguards entered the tower. He had heard the commotion, and decided to come and investigate. As it happens, he was also carrying a pot filled with gold and jewelry that his band of scoundrels had stolen from a wealthy merchant. Faster than the prince of blackguards could respond, the princess of almond cakes tore off her dress and her corset and her smallclothes, grabbed the pot he was holding, and threw out all the gold. And it is said that her exhalations of relief were so sincere and regal, that the sun itself was forced to turn the other way as to not witness this private act. Even the prince of blackguards, wicked as he was, had to turn his eyes away. And it is said that after that day, the prince of blackguards was changed. And he returned the princesses to the kingdom, and turned away from his wickedness. And some say he was rewarded by the princess of almond cakes for helping her in her utmost need, and became her most loyal knight. And that he would bring a clay pot to her room every night, so that her dignity as a princess would always be protected.
    3 points
  10. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She's peeing herself because she... is dancing!" Imagine that the night is still young when she finishes that two-liter, but you inform her that she won't be peeing until sunrise! For her, that sucks extra-bad, because she still owes you a routine on her practice-pole in return for that last pee she begged you to allow. With such a strenuous exercise that requires a hell of a lot of core-strength, maybe you're not so surprised to see the twinkling sprinkles from a desperate tinkle as she comes 'round that pole again... but no, those glistening rivulets rolling down her belly do not mean her show gets to end! :3 As usual, the nude version is available on my Patreon! So if you want to see this girl rock (and soak) this pole in her birthday suit, please consider checking it out! 😄
    3 points
  11. Yesterday my bladder was tested rather to its limit, as I had a work trip where I was busy conducting research outside for about 7 hours with no chance to pee. A couple women I work with made the 15 minute trek back to a nearby visitors centre with a public washroom, but I decided to test my bladder, both because I had a lot of work left to complete in a limited amount of time, and because I was thoroughly enjoying the warm tingle building in my bladder as it grew increasingly full and I continued to deny it relief. At lunch I decided to up the ante and have a coffee as someone from my team had brought them and it was lovely iduring a cold day outside. Of course I knew full well what this would do to my bladder later but I pressed on. In the last hour of my work day, as everyone was wrapping up and almost everyone had gone home, I decided I would be safe to let out a few small leaks to warm my underwear, as I had a long coat on. Frankly, this only increased my desperation as I only peed for a few seconds and I was still bursting, but now with warm, wet fabric against my crotch. As I packed up to leave, I found myself really squirming, all I could think about was not peeing my pants. Before the drive home, I realized I definitely wouldn't make the 15 minute walk to the visitors centre bathrooms without flooding myself on the way there. I was now having involuntary leaks every few minutes and my bladder was firm and bulging. It felt delicious and I considered flooding my pants at the site once everyone had gone but I opted to keep holding and see how long I would last on the drive home. My seats are protected and I keep some towels in the car for times like these, so after about half an hour of squirming in desperation and grinding into the seat, I decided to let loose into my work pants and pee freely as I drove home! Pure bliss! My bladder had lasted nearly 8 hours and it felt stretched to its limit and a little sore, but no bother, I had no plans the next day. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Today (sunday) came and I had a feeling I might be leaky after such a long hold the day before, as I usually get that way. Its par for the course with long holds and overactive bladder, and I quite enjoy the excitement of not knowing when I'll feel a leak. I decided to go for a walk in the woods near my house, where we've just had one of the first snows of the winter. I had a tall glass of water and some tea before I left, but I was by no means trying to hold and my bladder was definitely less than half full. Out of nowhere as I'm walking I feel a strong urge and have to kneel down on my heel to stop from leaking. Ah, the perks of overactive bladder🙄 It passes, and I keep walking, feeling no more than a 5/10 urge again. And then all of a sudden, totally unexpectedly, a warm dribble escapes. I stand still, smirking, I was prepared for this, but I'm a bit surprised its happening on such a barely- full bladder. No matter, I keep walking in my wet undies. A few more steps and I feel another unexpected warm surge, this time my underwear is saturated and a few drips hit the inside of my dark sweatpants. I decide to have fun with it, if I'm gonna leak involuntarily, might as well embrace it and see how many more little leaks my pants can take before the wetness is too visible. The idea is exciting and I feel a stronger spurt escape, more intentionally this time, as I contemplate what I'm about to do. As I continue walking, now sporting a small but noticeable dark patch on the front of my pants, I continue to release small leaks and dribbles, some accidentally, some more deliberate. My tired bladder is close to giving up it seems - all good by me, this is what I get for pushing it yesterday. Suddenly I realize my pee stream isn't stopping, slowly but steadily it is flowing down the legs of my sweatpants and dripping into my boots. I dash to the side of the deserted trail, peeing with abandon, and tear my pants down to my knees to pee forcefully into the open winter air, just behind some trees. As my stream tapers off, I naughtily pull my pants back up a little early, enjoying the feeling of the last few trickles rewarming my underwear and running down my thighs. It was a close call, as I still had to make it back past several houses and didn't want to be totally drenched, which I succeeded in. My butt and crotch were visibly wet, but my pants were dark and the streaks on my thighs didn't soak through to my sweatpants, so it wouldn't have been noticeable unless you were really looking. As I made my way back closer to my house I began to feel the urge returning and my pants were growing a little cold so I decided to push out a few more spurts and finish peeing my pants fully when I got into the bathroom. Hopefully I'll have the chance to do this again soon - I do love a long desperate hold followed by a weak, leaky bladder the next day. 😄 stay well and stay wet folks✌️
    3 points
  12. From the album: Jailor Eckman's (Fluffier) Hoard

    Prompt: "She really needs to pee, but she... isn't being helped despite someone's best efforts! Oooh, you didn't think I was gonna miss today, did you? XD Nah, I'm definitely starting to get a little bogged-down, but I'm not out yet! And here's a sequel for our a little bear-mermaid-kerfuffle! XD Hey, the mermaid isn't out just to watch the bear suffer --- she wants to keep her house from getting peed in! So they worked out a little deal: the maiden of the sea (or lake in this case) will do the pushing while grizzly girl does the holding! As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! So if you think this bear's butt 'n breasts should be bare while she barely bears a big, ballooning bladder aboard a bumpy, broken boat in a brutal bid to not burst before being back by the boatyard inside that bank-side bathroom... Please consider checking it out! XD
    3 points
  13. Here you go, Original Artist: あぽてぃ Artist's Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/7455922
    3 points
  14. Here's the rip 😊 XUE2Y2yIxa_Rqkic.mp4
    3 points
  15. Here's another chapter to kick off the weekend! I think y'all will enjoy this one 😉 Chapter Seven Saying no to Vivian was…difficult; mostly because I really wanted to say yes. So, I did. Over and over. A second glass with dinner turned to three turned to four and, before I knew it, we ended up back on the parlor couch drinking after dinner cocktails. Needless to say, it was a foregone conclusion by then that I would be staying in the guest room. It wasn’t like I would wet the bed again, right? Maybe you want to. Of course not, why would I want that? So Vivian will comfort you and hold you again? For the rush of the humiliation? So Vivian will know you’re a little piss baby? Shut up, I’m trying to listen to Vivian. Don’t you mean “Miss Vivian”? Miss Vivian. I shuddered. “Oh, dear, are you cold?” Vivian had been telling me some anecdotes from her time as an undergraduate, but she interrupted herself when she saw me shudder. “I can start a fire, if you’d like,” she offered as she gestured to the fireplace. Ask her to hold you instead. “No, thank you, I’m fine,” my cheeks were certainly warm. I took another sip of my drink—a Manhattan strong enough to warm the rest of me—and settled myself deeper into the plush couch…and closer to Vivian. A silence stretched out between us, interrupted only be the occasional tinkling of ice against our glasses as we nursed our cocktails. I couldn’t help but look at her glossy red lips and think about what they’d feel like pressed against mine; I couldn’t help but imagine myself purring out her name—Miss Vivian—while she gently touched me. Worse, the alcohol was doing what alcohol was wont to do: my head was fuzzy, my judgement less than stellar, and I was…well, there was no word for it but horny. The latter wasn’t helped by the fourth effect of the alcohol: I had to pee—badly at that. But my impaired judgement kept me there, not just because I was enraptured by Vivian, but because the pain in my bladder fed my horniness and sent my imagination running. It was a vicious cycle of poor judgement, horniness, and urinary distress. “You know, Lavender,” Vivian finally broke the silence, “I’ve always loved your hair.” She reached out and ran her fingers through a chunk of my blue hair. At least, right now it was blue. In the time I had known Vivian it had been pink, purple, green, and now blue. “Your whole aesthetic, really. So many doctoral students are so concerned about professionalism and respectability politics; they try to blend into what they think that have to be to be taken seriously in academia. But you, Lavender, aren’t afraid to be who you are, to express yourself, to be a little…bold.” Now my cheeks were really burning. Still think she isn’t flirting with you? She’s definitely flirting with me. I swallowed hard. “Thank you…Vivian…” I managed to get out in just above a whisper. She was still playing with my hair; the sensation make it hard to think clearly. “I’m so glad you agreed to spend the evening with me,” she smiled and took a sip of her drink. For the first time it occurred to me that Vivian was probably just as inebriated as I was. “I was afraid you wouldn’t after…well, after last time.” Is she talking about you pissing the bed? I bit my lip and looked away. My face was hot. My bladder ached. Piss yourself, blame it on the alcohol. And completely ruin this moment? Wouldn’t this moment be so much better if Miss Vivian was comforting you? Maybe she’ll take you upstairs and put you in a pull up after getting you all cleaned up. My face was on fire. “I’m so sorry,” Vivian said, surely picking up on my shame and misattributing it to what she had said, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” “No, it’s okay,” I tried to turn my face back to her but found I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. “I’m just…so sorry about that…” I wanted to change the subject. Is that why you’re pressing your thighs together right now? Is that why your panties are starting to feel damp? Or did you piss yourself a little bit? Vivian smiled and ran her fingers gently through my hair. “You poor thing, it must have been so hard hiding it from your roommates in the dorms.” Hiding what? My kinks? A small speck of panic bloomed in my chest; how did she even know? “Do you have a roommate now, Lavender?” I nodded my head weakly. “Elyse,” I said flatly, “we live in graduate housing.” “Poor thing,” she repeated, “have you managed to keep it a secret from her?” I nodded. The panic grew. How could she know? Why was she bringing it up? Did she think I had wet the bed on purpose? “Oh, Lavender,” Vivian set her drink on the table and took my hand, “it’s really okay! I promise, I’m not judging or trying to make you feel bad. I certainly don’t think any less of you because of it!” I sniffled, “really?” “Really! It’s just part of who you are, Lavender,” she let get of my hand, reached out to place one gentle finger under my chin, and lifted my face to meet hers, “and I think who you are is pretty wonderful.” My chest felt so full of emotions that I thought I would surely explode. I could scarcely believe what was happening. Vivian leaned in, I closed my eyes, she cupped my cheek with her hand. our lips met, lights exploded against the back of my eyelids, a small whimper escaped my throat. She tasted like cherries and bourbon. And then I was laying back on the couch, Vivian over top of me, her hair draped around my face as our lips moved against each other. One of my hands was on her hip, the other on her lower rib cage, working up the courage to cup her breast. I couldn’t believe it: I was making out with Dr. Vivian Devereux. Not only that, she had just told me she accepted me for my unusual kinks; even if I had no idea how she had found out. I kissed her deeply and allowed my mind to wander to my secret fantasies. “Come now,” Miss Vivian would say as she took my hand, “it’s time to get my little girl all ready for bed.” I would nod and smile behind my pacifier, letting her lead me upstairs to the guest room, which in my fantasy had been converted to something much more appropriate for a little girl. Once we were there, Miss Vivian would let go of my hand, and spread out my changing mat on the bed. “Hop on up,” she would say before helping me get myself situated on the mat. She would smile and hum as she lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties…no, my pull-up. “I’m so proud of my little girl for staying dry tonight, even after having so many big girl drinks!” I would giggle and blush, hiding my face behind my hands. And then Miss Vivian would be there above me, unfolding my…my diaper… My cheeks went crimson, and a moan escaped my throat. Vivian made a sound of pleasure back and kissed me harder. “Lift up,” Miss Vivian would say, tapping my hips, and then slide the diaper under my raised butt. “Now down; good girl!” I moaned again, and Vivian shifted her weight so she could place one of her hands on my thighs, just below the hem of my skirt. Jolts of excitement shot through my body, but so did a very specific kind of pain: Vivian’s body was pressed down on mine, and I suddenly remembered just how badly I had to pee. She knows about your kinks, she accepts you for them, just piss yourself. Just because she accepts me for them, doesn’t mean she would be okay with me peeing all over her furniture. Again. Again! And then it hit me. She was talking about you wetting the bed; she hasn’t the slightest clue about your kink. She just thinks I’m a bedwetter. Vivian’s hand inched up my leg before I could follow that thought further, I shuddered, my muscles convulsing slightly, and a small bit of warmth filled my panties. Fuck. “Vivian,” I said breathlessly, suddenly panicking over how badly I had misread the situation. Worse, I had let my misunderstanding back me into a corner. “Mm?” Vivian made a questioning sound but made no move to stop or get off me. “Vivian, please,” I gently but firmly pushed her away from me as panic started to fill me and another bit of pee escaped into my panties. “What’s wrong?” She asked, immediately stopping. Her lipstick was smeared across her face, “are you okay, Lavender?” “I, um,” I bit my lip and looked away, why as this so embarrassing all of the sudden? “I need to use the restroom.” Vivian looked at me blankly for a second, as if it was taking her a moment to process what I said, then understanding visibly dawned on her. “Oh! Oh, yes, I’m so sorry, you remember where it is?” She climbed off me, accidentally pressing down on my bladder as she did, pushing out more pee that spread out through my panties. I scrambled off the couch, “yes, I’ll just be right-” I froze three steps from the couch as a rivulet of pee escaped down my leg, soaking into the tops of my thigh high socks. I pressed my thighs together as tightly as I could and pressed my hands into my crotch through my skirt. “Oh, Lavender,” Vivian said sympathetically, but clearly at a loss for what to do. “I’m so sorry,” I squeaked out as I stood in her parlor nearly doubled over from the effort of not pissing myself all over her floor. How did this happen? Just let it go; she already knows you’re a piss baby. Tears were forming behind my eyes, and pee was soaking through my skirt under my hands. “Shh, it’s okay,” Vivian said as she placed a hand on my back, “I promise everything is okay.” It was too much. The pain in my bladder, the absolute shame over what was happening, Vivian’s understanding and sympathy…it was all too much. Tears started falling down my cheeks as pee started flowing down my thighs. It soaked the front of my skirt and flowed through my fingers. It ran down my thigh high socks and into my black doc martens. It dripped and ran off me in rivers, and a puddle began to spread across the hardwood floor under me. I had just pissed myself in front of Vivian.
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  16. Only recently, with pull-ups. Half of it is because I HATE getting up to pee in the middle of the night (and I always have to), but also cuz it feels super naughty and good. I've been nervous about the pull up leaking and bed getting wet, but I got better pull ups, so hopefully that won't be the case! At any rate, I don't pee in my bed, but I LOVE to see others that do- it has got to be just about the hottest thing (IMO).
    3 points
  17. Please be warned, this story takes place during WWII, so there will be certain things within that may offend. Joyce Ryan lowered her rivet gun as the distinctive sound of the factory’s resident work whistle screeched out. Placing the tool on a small metal shelf, she pulled out a rather dirty rag and swiped at her forehead. Her pale face scrunched slightly as a sharp pain stabbed at her gut, which let out an audible churn, she brought a hand to her stomach in response. A fellow riveter, Carol McCay, walked over, “You alright, Joyce?” “Yeah,” Joyce nodded, her red-painted lips forming a smile, “Just haven’t been feeling well today.” Carol pulled off her snood, allowing her long red hair to hang freely, “Better you than me, I’m going fishing tonight.” “Off to find another dreamboat, eh?” Joyce teased, wiping her hands, “Carol when are you gonna learn that all of ‘em are either in Europe or on some island fighting the Japs.” The red-head sniffed, “Some of us have faith.” “And some of us have husbands,” Joyce replied, chuckling. Carol shook her head fondly. By the time Joyce had clocked out and walked out of the factory towards her old jalopy, an ache began to develop within her rear end. As she stepped into the car, another sharp pain stabbed away at her abdomen, and once again her stomach churned, Joyce let out a grunt, shutting the door and sliding the key into ignition. Her face was scrunching again, she untied her blue headscarf, letting her dark brown hair down. As the riveter pulled out of the lot, the ache in her bottom grew, as if it were trying to force its way, Joyce clamped down on the feeling and slowly it receded. She panted, biting down on her lip, as her stomach churned and gurgled. “Holy mackerel,” Joyce muttered, a flush rising up on her cheeks. The fifteen minutes it usually took to get home felt like hours, and all the while Joyce’s stomach continued churning, gurgling, and making other unflattering noises. Another problem that was beginning to reveal itself was a feeling in her bladder, she had to pee, not badly, but she still had to. Every bump, no matter how minute, jostled her down to the core, and caused more sharp pains to stab into her gut. When she finally reached home, a small two bedroom house in suburbia, her face was red and pinched, and almost constant pains speared their way into her abdomen. As she slowly stood up out of the car, her stomach gurgled and a slightly wet fart slipped out of her tightly clenched bottom. Her blue eyes went wide and she quickly locked the car before stiffly walking up to her front door, fumbling with the keys, Joyce let out a few increasingly wetter farts. The weight in her bowels was nearly unbearable, and the muscles in her rectum were beginning to weaken. Joyce threw the door open, closing and locking it just as quickly. Turning on the lights, she hobbled towards the bathroom, arms pressed to her stomach. One more fart was all it took, as she was halfway to the bathroom, one wet fart slipped out of her, and it was over. Hot mushy poop sped out with a wet splatter and a series of moist farts, the sticky semi-solid mass filled the seat of her rayon underwear, staining the formerly white material a dirty brown. It took seemingly forever for the flow to stop, as it did Joyce stood there, staring off into space and contemplating what she just did. “I just shit myself,” She said in a dazed tone. It was warm, she decided, very warm. There was a wet squelch as Joyce took a step towards the bathroom, she shuddered, with each step the mushy contents of her underwear shifted, sliding across the skin of her ass almost pleasantly. As Joyce stepped into the bathroom, a strange curiosity overtook her, she stepped in front of the full-length mirror next to the toilet and turned around. There was a large bulge in the seat of her blue jeans and two dull brown stains lower down, where mushy diarrhea must have dribbled out of the flared legs of her panties. Joyce felt her face heat up, and a strange warmth began to pool in her abdomen. With horror, she realized that she was getting turned on! The riveter bit her lip, acknowledging how good the warm mushy poop felt in her underwear. “Such a n-naughty girl,” Joyce said hesitantly, relishing in how the words sent a pleasant tingle through her pussy. Quickly unzipping her jeans, she stepped out of the stained pants and began to admire her underwear. They were stained horribly, even the flared legs were stained, and had a huge bulge in their seat. Pressing a hand to the bulge, she moaned as brown liquid flowed down her legs. Then, eyes widening in realization, she stepped into the bathtub and released. Warmth filled her panties once again, pee flowed out, down her legs, and into her shoes. As the flow stopped, Joyce slid a hand into her underwear and began rubbing her clit, she panted and panted, before her body seized up and her pussy clenched around nothing. “Goodness,” She sighed, her hips still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm. This, was definitely something she would be doing more often.
    3 points
  18. Anybody have or could find these videos of wetting Japanese outside bathroom stalls Japanese Pants Wetting Clips.mp4
    2 points
  19. WOWGirls: Sasha

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    WOWGirls's Sasha strips down outdoors from her lacy body suit, spreads her lips for the camera, and finishes it off by pissing in the gravel. Video is 1080p.
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  20. I was just reminded of a time years ago when I was first discovering that I had a preference for women. I was sitting at my computer at my mom's house, chatting to a girl that I really liked. One thing I really liked about her and what probably initiated my crush on her was when I told her about a time I nearly peed myself, and she shared a similar story. Eventually I found out she was into me and into omo, but the relationship didnt last long and that's not too important to the story. What is important is she was about to go on a trip where she would have no internet and barely any cell service. She was probably 15-45 minutes from leaving for good for the next month, and I was trying to get in as much talking to her as I could. When we started the call, I already had to pee pretty bad, but by the end of it, I was very much on the verge of wetting my pants. I don't remember what all we talked about, but I remember the "I'll-miss-you"s at the end of the call. And as soon as I stood up to make a dash for the bathroom, my bladder overruled me and I peed all over myself and the carpet. I managed to clean the carpet and get my jeans washed before my mom got home to discover anything. A month later, when I told her what happened and that it was because I had a crush on her that I peed my pants, we started dating and she told me how "adorable" it was that I did that for her. I wont go into details, but we broke up after like 3-4 months, but easily one of the most omo heavy relationships i've ever had.
    2 points
  21. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She really has to pee, but she... can't get her zipper unstuck!" Oh, poor Chloe! The girl just escaped Courtney so she could take and insanely needed pee... only for the very shorts she's trying to save to betray her! And she was all ready-to-go --- worming and squirming all around on that toilet while tears at that zipper in utter panic! As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! If you don't mind the total lack-of-sense that this would make without clothing, a naked --- but no less desperate --- Chloe awaits! 🤣
    2 points
  22. These are awesome! I dont play fnf but I still think your art is great!
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  23. Ik it's not strictly omo, but we do have a 'golden shower' tag here. This is one of my favorite videos of all time: a girl gets pissed on in the street by her husband. Her clothes get absolutely soaked! I love clothed golden showers so much, wish they were more common. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph627f0a5fa6881
    2 points
  24. I also made some edits on the previous chapters, fixed some typos and other mistakes i hadn't realised. Enjoy chapter 6! _________________________________________________ Luna woke up in the morning, checked her phone and let out a yawn while stretching herself. She turned around and was greeted with a still sleeping Chloe next to her, she smiled when she saw her mouth hanging half open with some drool hanging out of her mouth. She looked cute while sleeping Luna thought. Her thoughts went back to yesterday and everything that had happened, after her very eventfull and enjoyable shower they had both gotten dressed and started exploring the ship and everything it had to offer. They went to take a look at several of the food establishments, they also couldn't resist getting some ice cream... and then some waffles (Chloe said she couldn't resist) and then some more foreign streetfood (Again Chloe couldn't resist) for dinner they went to one of the restaurants with a buffet which was included in the price, it had cuisines from several different countries and while Luna wanted to try every single one of them she knew she wasn't gonna be able to eat that much sadly, but she'll be back later on in the cruise to try the rest. Chloe however was stubborn and tried anyway, Luna was impressed with how much she actually could eat though. "Lets make a deal." Chloe said as she finished one of her plates and started munching on a different type of food. "A deal? what kind of deal?" Luna asked while munching on her own food. "When this cruise ends and the ship docks, you're gonna have to do something for me" Chloe said with a playfull grin on her face. "hmm, sure i guess, but what?" Luna responded. Chloe swallowed and paused for a moment to say "You'll have to help me roll off the ship because i'll be so fat i won't be able to walk no more!" Luna came close to spraying food all over the table as she bursted out in laughter. After finishing their meal they went on their way again. Over time they had noticed that the drug did have another effect on their bladder though, making it more unpredictable. Sometimes their need to pee would start to build slowly, but just when you started thinking you might start looking for a toilet your bladder would start to fill a lot quicker, making you have to go in literally a few minutes before having an accident. This did make them worry a few times to find a toilet in time but luckily enough, the first one they found was always open. Luna found this odd, as she started to feel all toilets were always open. Chloe also confirmed this suspicion, but for how long would they stay open? They met up with some of the others of their class and got a few drinks in one of the bars on the deck. They had a great time together on the ship and fully satisfied they had gone back to their room to get a good nights rest. Luna's bed was nice and comfy she thought, but yet she didn't have a great nights rest. She often woke up needing to pee to get up to go to the toilet and try to get back to sleep, and of course same was for Chloe, meaning she would sometimes wake up from her going to the toilet as well. But with everytime that Luna woke up she got more and more interested in the idea of simply staying in her warm and cozy bed to slowly relax and let her pee soak in the mattress and her sheets . With all that had happened yesterday her interest around her little fantasy had greatly expanded. And of course bedwetting had always been a part of that, she never had the guts to actually do it however. While yesterday she technically did wet her bed and luckily Chloe never found out, she had put the blanket over the wet spot and as she had predicted, this NoLiQ branded mattresses were just as good as their train seat counterparts. By the evening she didn't notice a single sign from her little(big) wet adventure. She had no intentions to wet a bed she's sharing while Chloe is laying in it, what would she think of her? The idea made her shiver about the embarrassment she would feel if Chloe found out. Luna snapped out of her thoughts, she quickly looked away from Chloe as she noticed she was waking up and she realised she had been staring at her all this time. "Morning sunshine" said Chloe sleepily "Morning, devourer of buffets" Luna said jokingly, she dodged Chloe's pillow flying at her head a second later. Luna felt happy, knowing she would spend another day with Chloe on this fantastic ship. They decided they would test the wide choice of swimming pools and hottubs today, so Both wore their bikini's under their clothes as they left their room looking for some breakfast. Several of the food establishments were now equipped for breakfast, as they arrived in the main restaurant they were taken aback with how big it actually was, so many people and to be honest it was a little bit noisy. There were two buffets on each side of the big space which pretty much contained everything you would ever imagine for breakfast. Also the sheer amounts of food was impressive Luna thought. "Okay now" Smirked Luna "Please let some food over for the other people this time" A slightly evil grin came over Chloe's face as she looked back at Luna. They enjoyed their food and left to further explore the ship, they didn't really have a plan on what to do next so they would just go wherever they felt like, it was too early for swimming anyway they felt. They went to check out the spa and on their way there their bladders were starting to fill up after the drinks they had at the breakfast, so they were starting to look out for a toilet. Although they quickly noticed a new trend. However they had passed several toilets on their way to the spa and well.. they were all closed so far, they both really needed relieve by the time they arrived at the entrance for the spa. "So um... any plans?" Luna asked, "I think we got too comfortable yesterday, were gonna piss ourselves at this rate aren't we?" Chloe said in an unconvincing manner "Hold up, i actually kind of have an idea. 'Accidents are allowed' she recited the rule, if we go in the spa and into a sauna or something we can enter in bikini, we'll at least won't wet our clothes." "Genius" Luna said, it wasn't allowed to walk around inside the ship in swimsuits where you don't actually need it. (This is to keep people from walking all over the ship and in restaurants in swimsuits) And in the spa it's obviously allowed. although she was starting to get get aroused by the idea of having an accident in the near future. As their desperation was starting to reach dangerous levels they bolted inside and took off their clothes as fast as possible, they went in and there were several signs pointing into different things they could choose from. "Choose something! i'm literally gonna piss myself any second now" Chloe said panicking, With her hand in her crotch doing a pee dance Luna shouted "Steambath!" Chloe darted away heading for the steambath's with Luna right behind her, they found the entrances, picked one at random that seemed empty and barged in. Just as they entered Luna could see droplets going down on Chloe her legs, seeing Chloe starting to wet herself made it even harder for herself to hold it now. Suddenly they got hit by the hot and very moist air inside the room, this was too much for Luna as she could feel herself losing control and a spurt went into her bikini pants which she immediately felt going down her legs. Chloe however, had completely lost control, pee was running down her legs while some was also splattering on the ground straight from her crotch while she was standing in the middle of the room. With the combination of everything, the sudden moist air, her overly full bladder and Chloe standing in front of her pissing herself while it was loudly splattering on the ground. She further lost control as she felt another spurt go in her bikini, she was trying to hold with her hand against her crotch. On top of all that she was getting aroused seeing Chloe peeing herself in front of her. Her hand felt wetness as another bigger spurt escaped. But with the view of Chloe standing in her quickly expanding puddle Luna finally gave in. She felt her piss spraying trough her bikini and in her hand as she finally released, some was running down her legs but most she could hear and feel splattering below her. Embarrassment and panic changed into ecstatic relieve for both of the girls as they were fully wetting their bikini's, after more than a minute later their streams finally subsided and stopped. Their puddles were huge, they had spread and connected into one big puddle halfway trough their accidents. *ahem* Luna glanced to the side where the sound came from and to her absolute horror... she saw a man and woman sitting in the corner of the room which they hadn't seen when entering, probably somewhere in their late 20s. Luna felt her heart sink through the floor from embarrassment. Chloe opened her mouth but was too shocked to say anything "We're so sorry!" Luna stammered To both their surprises the couple just burst out in laughter... Luna and Chloe were standing awkwardly and confused in their combined puddle waiting for the couple to regain their composure, when they finally did they just casually explained. "It's too funny because we did exactly the same like 15 minutes ago, we came in, pissed ourselves and there was a family in here with a little boy and the women went full karen on us, anyway they immediately left after going on a rant." The couple reassured them their accident was fine, after Chloe and Luna regained their composure and calmed down they took a seat and started to enjoy their spa. Relieved they weren't in trouble they happily started to chat with the couple. It seemed they had a very similar experience than them, yesterday they hadn't had any problems finding toilets but today it was a different story. This did make them come up with an idea however, which they started to explain to Luna and Chloe: "We're just gonna enjoy the cruise, i mean, have you seen this ship?" (Chloe and Luna nodded) as the woman continued "If we need to pee we'll look for a toilet, if we can't find one and we get really desperate it is what it is and we'll wet ourselves." The man then continued "No need to be embarrassed right? I feel like a lot of people will have accidents anyway, so why not enjoy the cruise instead of worrying so much?" "I agree actually, you can always go to your room later and switch clothes whenever you want anyway" Chloe chimed in, "depending how far you're from it at least" "Exactly" the couple and Luna agreed. Luna's thoughts started racing, Chloe had just agreed with the couple's plan to accept imminent accidents and just let it happen if they couldn't immediately find a toilet. This was big for her, as she wanted to have some more accidents herself, preferably with Chloe but she was very shy still. The problem was also that there were people everywhere it seemed, she's still way too shy to openly let go in her pants in public she thought. After a while the other couple said they were gonna move on to see other stuff, "But first, um... do you guys mind if.. we...? you know." "Huh?" Said Luna in a confused tone "Oh it's okay, we don't mind go ahead" Chloe quickly said, ignoring Luna's confusion while she knew what was going on. The couple stood up and as they both spread their feet apart Luna suddenly realised what they were talking about, a couple of seconds later both started peeing through their swimsuits making the room fill with splattering noises once again. They made a new puddle without much sign of embarrassment, they finished and both said their goodbyes and left. Luna admired and was slightly envious how casually they had wet themselves in front of them. "What do you think about their plan?" Luna asked, "I'm to shy to actually wet myself in public, besides that, i do feel like they make a good point" "I agree with being too shy" Chloe said, "Like, some people probably won't leave their room all that much because they're scared of having an accident, but they'll miss out on all the good stuff. It's unheard of and weird but they actually have a point." They explored the spa some more, tried the hottub as last. Both were carefree relaxing in the hottub while sipping a drink. "Want to go check out something else in a bit? Also i'm getting hungry." Chloe said with her eyes closed relaxing. "Sure, want to check out the mexican restaurant? They had really good looking burritos" "Oh you bet, i love burrito" "Before we leave though, i need to pee again." Luna admitted shyly, She waited to see how Chloe would respond as she wanted to know what Chloe would think of peeing in the hottub. Chloe didn't respond for a few seconds, still with her eyes closed, but suddenly "Aahh that does feel good, i needed to pee as well thanks for reminding me" They both giggled a bit until Luna relaxed and added her pee to the hottub as well. _________________________________ After dinner they were gonna meet up with some of their classmates who had texted them to tell them they were at one of the swimming pools on deck, it's one of the big ones that had hottubs on the side, bars around the pool and even one in the middle of the pool which was really cool thought Luna. As they were headed towards the pool they were again getting pretty desperate, they immediately removed their clothes and put it with the rest of their friends when they arrived at the pool. They had asked to bring some drinks from the bar as well so they were both squirming a bit while waiting for the drinks, Luna took the first few and speed walked to the hottub they were sitting in. It must've been pretty obvious the way she walked she was pretty desperate at this point, as she arrived she realised there was only one spot left. She quickly jumped in, passed the drinks to the others, sad down and tried her best to look normal while she fully relaxed and released her full bladder. Vicky chuckled, "haha, you're so peeing right now aren't you?" Luna felt her cheeks get red, "Um... no, why do you think that?" she lied. "It's pretty obvious not gonna lie." Selena added while smirking. "It's fine, everyone is pissing in here, these pools and hottubs all have a new type of chlorine that deals better with urine anyway, and apparently it's simply allowed to pee in here" Liv shrugged While still peeing Luna changed the subject, "Chloe can be here any second with the other drinks" her stream finally started to subside after over a minute. "Oh i was already wondering where your girlfriend was" Peyton mentioned Luna was shocked, "huh, excuse me?" "I'm just kidding, chill" Peyton joked. "Coming trough with drinks, move move" Chloe came speedwalking. She jumped in the hottub, spread out the remaining drinks, as Luna was thinking of where Chloe could sit she found out Chloe had already decided. She plunged down on Luna's lap, while sitting sideways so she could also look at Luna, "do you mind if i use your lap?" Chloe said with a big smile on her face. A bit flustered of being this close to her, "u-um no, it's fine" Luna could suddenly feel something on her leg, a slight stream of warmth. "Chloe are you peeing on my lap?!" Chloe had the most blank expression ever on her face as she said in a squeeky voice, "maybe?" Everyone in the hottub burst out in laughter while Luna felt her face becoming bright red, she couldn't think of anything to say at this point as she felt herself getting incredibly turned on knowing her friend was peeing on her lap. Luna was so confused about the fact that she was enjoying this even though she shouldn't, she only ever felt that way with Chloe though. She was starting to relish this feeling and was getting fluttering feelings in her stomach as she could still feel Chloe's stream on her lap meaning she was still very much peeing on her. "I'm almost done" Chloe said apologetic Everyone laughed even harder as they realised she was still peeing on Luna's lap. She could finally feel her stream subside. Luna sighed, trying to calm herself as her head was spinning with so many emotions going through her right now. Chloe must've thought she was really angry when she saw the expression on her face as she started to apologize profusely. "I'm really sorry i really couldn't hold it anymore, please forgive me, i was hoping you wouldn't notice it to be honest, but you see there weren't any spots left anymore and i just couldn't..." Chloe started to get tears in the corners of her eyes Luna noticed, she felt really bad. She finally regained her composure somewhat "It's fine, i'm not mad, were in the water anyway. And still, for some reason i simply cannot get mad at you no matter what." Luna smiled at that last part. Luna could tell a huge load dropped off her shoulders. ________________________________ Meanwhile in the pool right next to the hottub was sitting a family with a little boy in between his mom and dad, they had just overheard how they mentioned they were freely peeing into the water. "Repulsive! What do they think they're doing? This is unacceptable!! I'll speak to the manager about this!" The Karen went on a rant while little Timmy in the middle was simply wondering how it was possible they were sitting in the pool for at least a full hour already and his parents hadn't showed a sign of needing the toilet, before coming to the pool they would have to find a toilet every half hour. "These disgusting girls should take an example of our Timmy here, he would never pee in the pool like that" the karen continued, while Timmy was blushing because he had just peed in the pool five minutes ago, for the 3rd time since entering the pool. __________________________________ Their group had noticed the karen going on a rant about them, Luna just recognized she was the karen from yesterday at the service desk as suddenly Vicky stood up and talked back loudly (Luna just noticed now they must have been drinking for a while before they arrived as they seemed a bit buzzed) "Please tell me how you and little Timmy there haven't peed in the pool yet while you've been sitting there longer than us, explain that!" "Because in comparison to you we have common decency!" the karen yelled back "Gimme a break!" She flipped off the karen, she continued in a casual tone "talking about peeing, actually i kind of have to go" She still stood upright in the hottub as she spread her feet apart and instantaneously started peeing trough her bikini, a clear stream was falling down and hitting the water making splattering noises. "ugh, REVOLTING, don't look Timmy, she's disgusting!" the Karen went on. While everyone in the hottub burst out laughing again, they were getting tears in their eyes by now as now also some people outside their group in the pool and on the side started to laugh as well. Although a few were also disgusted by Vicky her actions and sided with the karen it seemed. Still mid stream Vicky lowered herself back down in the hottub, while the karen was still blowing steam. "You should get kicked off of the ship you disgusting human being." Suddenly they heard someone with a deep and rumbling voice, "You know there's plenty of other places you could go on this ship right?" As a massive bald black man stood up from the pool a bit further away, Luna had no idea he was that big while he was sitting in the water. He must have been 1m90 at least, all muscles with an athletic body. He slowly walked towards the karen as he continued, "You see, i hate people like you, talking about decency while ironically you have none" He now stood in front of the karen and her family, he could probably just pick up the karen and throw her out of the pool if he wanted to, Luna thought. From the expression on the karens face she probably came to the same conclusion. "Come on, explain to me how in the last hour or so you haven't been out of the pool but have the audacity to go on a rant about someone else pissing in the water." The karen's family quickly went out of the pool dragging little Timmy with her. "Let people enjoy their cruise and go be annoying somewhere else" The man ended his lecture and turned around and went back sitting with who must've been his wife or girlfriend. Peyton whispered just loud enough that everyone in their hottub could hear it, "I would so let him fuck me" With the others giggling Eventually the whole thing calmed down and they changed the subject, meanwhile one of their other classmates got out of the hottub wich made room for Chloe to get her own place to sit. They started talking about boys, and as the other girls started to gossip Luna felt herself a bit excluded for the first time. She had dated a boy before about a year ago (just before she had met Chloe) and while she had no bad memories of it, afterwards she kind of felt that she did that because her other classmates and friends were dating and she wanted to feel like she belonged. But while her classmates were chatting about dates, Luna couldn't help herself letting her mind wander off to Chloe, who was now sitting diagonally across from her. No matter where she went, or what she did, if Chloe was with her they always had a good time. No matter how boring the class or event was they were at, as long as she was with her she always felt content. About a month earlier they had to make their final big project for school individually, but by her own stupid mistake she had lost all her work for it. Luna had given up all hope for it and was gonna have to accept the consequences for her mistake which would probably result in a big hit on her school report, in worst case even failing her entire year. But Chloe refused to give up and stayed up with her all night at her house, remaking all the stuff she had lost. It was far from perfect but when she told the full story to her teacher she went easy on her and in the end it all worked out and she had a good enough rate. All thanks to Chloe of course. Ever since then she had a bit of a weak spot for her and she had never been able to repay her for that. She had always thought she was straight. But with everything that she had went through with Chloe lately, Luna was starting to come to terms that her friendship with Chloe might mean more to her than just being friends, she had chosen to ignore her feelings all this time. But she already knew this longer than she wanted to acknowledge. She has no idea how to deal with her feelings however. However, she did know that she wanted to get closer to Chloe during this trip and learn more about her. After a while they all got out of the pool and got dressed as it was getting late, (they had brought along their evening clothes so they could change out of their bikini's) They hung out around the bars when it was getting dark outside, having fun playing all sorts of games while having drinks. Luna could feel herself getting drunk by now even though she was frequently drinking coke and water in between the cocktails. Another thing she started to notice however is that the combination of the many drinks, alcohol and the experimental drug were having a serious effect on her bladder, every 15 minutes or so she had to leap to the toilet, thankfully there were plenty of toilets around the bar areas, and so far their lights were all on green. Luna excused herself once more, to go find a toilet were the line wasn't too long, which was slowly becoming a problem she noticed, even with all the toilets open at the moment. Some of the others followed her as well, finally they found one that didn't have a long line. And just as they left to go back to the others they noticed the green light switching to red. People complained and wined who were waiting in line and bolted away looking for another toilet that was open. She, Chloe, Liv and Peyton made it back to the others while she noticed chaos was starting to erupt on the deck's bar area. Minutes went by as they came to the conclusion that seemingly all toilets in the area had gone from green to red simultaneously... "I swear they're doing this on purpose" Luna said, "Our room is on the other side of the ship" Chloe said, "we better get going, now!"
    2 points
  25. "A release like that sounds really... Really appealing right about now...!" - She replies between melting and drinking more of the ice formation - "But as your friend points out, if I let any out here, it'll just become another problem to deal with! While I doubt it'd just freeze over, my... Fluid... Would just replace the ice formation as a new threat! One which I... Well, I would have quite a lot of trouble consuming." She gags at the thought... Or at least that's what it looked like, one may start to question just how biological this anomaly is given her behavior. "As for my whereabouts... That is a bit odd to explain, I am not quite sure if I am even directly present in the same... "Plane" as you are, but what I do here will affect you there, and vice-versa. Hence why this ice formation is still a threat, despite not having been picked up by any satellites." "That is an um... Interesting train of thought! Perhaps I could send some kind of sample for you to study? Even if you cannot replicate my fabric, perhaps it might yield different results to aid us in this situation... Besides, I suppose I 'owe' you some kind of breakthrough..." She pauses for a moment, allowing herself to squirm... Dancing in place, she closes her eyes and frowns, a much clearer show of discomfort than before. She's been rushing to make progress against the ice formation, but it seems she went a little too fast for her body to handle. Her belly visibly sloshes as the nebula moves to make way for more liquid inside, poor Glieshia audibly whimpers at the feeling, she squirms and sways again, finally breaking posture and throwing away that sense of dignity she had displayed up until now, performing a clear potty dance, both hands pressed tightly against her crotch, legs swaying as she helplessly floats from side to side to distract herself from the volumes within her abdomen, now expanded to contain it all, it sticks out so much one could assume she's pregnant and ready to deliver. This goes on for a minute until she finally regains composure, letting out an annoyed sigh. "I... Apologize for that." - She says, slowly letting her hands off her crotch, for a brief moment you can get a peek at what it looks like before she could hide it again with her thighs! The anomaly's mimicry of a woman's body is as accurate as it is appealing, her slit is simply adorable, she took the liberty of giving herself a bit of detail to her pubic area by adding the same material as her "hair" down there in the shape of a heart! Simply put, she's cute and a bit puffy down there, with a little bit of hair for extra style... But what purpose does this serve for a being like this? Perhaps she has a sense of pride in her form much like a human would, it would explain why she seems to be making an effort to hide her crotch from all of you, aswell as why she seems reluctant to just constantly grab it to assist in holding. Back on track however, Glieshia continues: "I do think I have a way to send you a sample of my fabric. Though I'm not sure which part of me to take a sample from, which one would benefit you most in research? This substance I'm made of is not quite the same all across my body, similar to how skin is different in certain parts of the body for you, right? Let me know which part would be most beneficial..." - She looks to the side, her expression one of concern with a hint of embarrassment... It seems it just dawned on her just how odd this may have sounded for you all. "By the way! I... I... Like! I like that nickname. "Lil Gli", how... Affectionate?" - She smiles with a slight giggle. *Clever!! In the interest of keeping this interesting however - and I'm assuming this was your intention - Glieshia won't hear that message, it'll be for your fellow researchers' eyes only, that way she'll be oblivious to your blackmail when you convince her to consume that rock. I'll be completely honest though: This may have unforeseen consequences should you wish to go down that route, but I mean that in the best way possible... For you I mean, Glieshia might not be so happy but we'll see~ 😉* "An excellent point, but I personally find it a tad risky... I tasked myself with preserving your system, allowing all this liquid to enter it, even in a controlled manner like you suggest, could have catastrophic consequences in the long run. With the consideration of the... Difference in 'reality' I previously mentioned aswell, there's no knowing just how differently this matter will behave once it leaves here and enters your system... I'm willing to try it if you insist, believe me, were it not for my concerns I would not have thought twice about sitting down on an interdimensional beacon and just... Letting... Go... Hnng!" - She clenches - "I-I gotta get back to it! L-Let me know what you all have in mind! That is the sample and the relief, please." And off she goes once again, to fill her belly with even more water... Ready to cook up a plan?
    2 points
  26. Guard

    Written for the Omovember prompt "Caught Peeing In A Strange Location". *** Kenneth hated when The Leader sent a carriage to bring them to his villa. Kenneth didn’t like the cramped space, and he especially hated the bounciness. He only had to ride in them occasionally, only when he, Dwight and Bryce were visiting the villa AND it was pouring down rain like it was today. It was okay for them to walk through the rain other times, but not on their way to see The Leader, not when they could track mud and water into his quarters. The rain was another thing Kenneth hated about riding in carriages, the continuous hiss and spattering of it against the roof, so loud and clear to his ears. Because, whenever this situation came up and he had to reach the villa this way, Kenneth was guaranteed to have an extremely full bladder. They’d catch the train, and he’d of course have to hold it all through the ride. And then, once they were at the station, he wouldn’t be able to go there either because there would always be such a large line of people looking for a place to warm up for a few minutes— Bryce wasn’t about to wait around in the rain for Kenneth to relieve himself, and Kenneth knew he wouldn’t be able to go with other people waiting on him. He also couldn’t resort to urinating in the bushes near the train station because Bryce would bark “Don’t you DARE go into all that mud! The Leader will be so angry if you show up with filthy boots!” And Kenneth would understand that Bryce was right but… He’d just need to go so badly, and need someplace… So, he’d have no choice but to board the carriage already desperate. He couldn’t stop at the shop along the way to the villa, the one where he’d successfully relieved himself several times in the past, because the carriage didn’t MAKE stops like that. He’d just have to sit there, wedged between Bryce and Dwight, squirming and jiggling. Sometimes, the rain would make Bryce start squirming too, and they'd wind up kicking each other over and over. This particular voyage was shaping up to be one of Kenneth's worst. The horses pulling this carriage didn’t seem very enthused about their jobs. They jerked around sometimes, the coachman having to steer them back, the uneven motion jostling Kenneth harshly and causing him to whimper as his legs crossed. Occasionally, the horses would just stop suddenly and make Kenneth’s bladder lurch. Every time a wheel went over a rock or bump, Kenneth would feel it. The tiniest pebble was enough to ignite his abdomen in pain. 
The rain was really coming down this time, too. Loud and torrential, and the way it sloshed onto the roof overhead sounded so much like pee pouring into a toilet that Kenneth could barely hold back his moans of displeasure. Sometimes, it was so bad that he had to lean forward and press a hand to his crotch, hoping that the coachman would not choose that exact second to turn around and look at him. He’d actually USED to like carriage rides. He went on them with Mother sometimes when he was really little, and it had been a special treat since they didn’t have much money. Normally, they walked everywhere. Back then, Kenneth had liked interacting with the horses, and the bouncy feeling had been fun, rather than simply agonizing as it drove thick spikes into his full bladder. Now, he wanted to ask his friends how much further it was— Though, he knew the answer, having traveled this route many times. He wanted to tell Dwight how miserable he felt and seek some form of comfort from him. He couldn’t do either of these things, he didn’t dare say anything that could call attention to his need. The coachman would hear, and Kenneth didn’t know him. A stranger becoming aware that he was dying to piss would be far more than he could handle. Dwight didn’t really need to be spoken to about it, anyway. Kenneth’s urgency was obvious to him. When he felt he could get away with it, he would rub his thumb against Kenneth’s hand in an attempt to reassure him that it would be okay. Kenneth tried to distract himself for a little while, recalling carriage trips with his Mother. It had been neat to see his hometown through the window, the view from up high making him feel taller. Mother would be beside him and he always felt safe with her. She said things like “Your Father has things he needs to work through, don’t listen to what he says. He’s hurt, and so he wants to make us feel hurt, too.” Kenneth hadn’t understood back then, whatever was making his Father feel bad, he didn’t see why it meant he had to be mean. It was scary, but Kenneth did understand it now. He understood what it was like to feel so terrible that he just wanted to make someone else feel worse. That was the other side of him, the angry side, the side that wanted him to become his Father and the one he tried so hard not to let out. The side Dwight kept away… Sometimes, when Kenneth rode the carriage with Mother, they didn’t talk about Father. Kenneth liked those times the best. It was fun to pretend it was just the two of them. Sometimes, Kenneth would hope that they’d go back home and find out Father had run away and they would never have to see him again. There was one trip with Mother in which Kenneth… Had to go pee. Really, really, really bad. He went before leaving the house like Mother told him to, but he’d been so thirsty that day that it wasn’t long before he had to go again… Remembering THAT trip made Kenneth clench his thighs together and wedge a hand into his mouth to chew on it. Looking back, he was pretty sure THAT day was his first real experience of being desperate to pee. He’d had close calls before, what young kid didn’t? But, those times he’d been close to a bathroom when he’d realized the urgency of his situation, and Mother always kept Father from denying him access to it. THAT day was the first time he needed a toilet badly and there wasn’t one available. He wanted to STOP recalling that day, but faced as he was now with a vaguely similar situation, he couldn’t get rid of the memory now that it had started to replay. Some things about it were strange to think about now. Before Mother died, before things with Father got so bad, Kenneth… Acted different. That day, he didn’t fidget miserably while chewing on his hands until Mother noticed his problem. Instead he’d just… Said it; “I have to pass water now, bad.” He’d just said it, out loud, and at a volume high enough for the coachman to hear. And he hadn’t cared. Hadn’t felt embarrassed… And he didn’t think that the only cause for his change in attitude was just the fact that he was older now. His Mother hadn’t gotten angry at him for needing to go. She sounded somewhat frustrated at first, but only for the smallest second. “I told you to do that before we— Oh, but you DID, didn’t you? I remember, you did listen,” she’d said. “You just had a lot of water this morning… ” Young Kenneth had fidgeted. He was a little panicked when he realized the carriage wouldn’t have a toilet. “Where can I go?” “When we’re at the shops, I’m sure one of them will have a bathroom for you. Just a few minutes, okay sweetie?” Kenneth had nodded nervously. He was scared what would happen if he didn’t make it to the shops. He didn’t want to get the carriage all wet, the coachman would be mad at him. Mother probably would be too. Father got so mad when he wet his pants, Father hit him… Kenneth had held it until they reached the shops. But then the first one didn’t have a bathroom, and the second one didn’t, either. The third one did, but not for customers. And at the fourth one, they would need to buy something first and all the food there was too fancy and expensive for them. Kenneth had been dancing around a lot by then, trying to tell his Mother that it was hurting him to keep waiting, but before he could get the words out, suddenly he wasn’t waiting anymore…. When he’d realized he was wetting himself, he started to cry very hard. He was sure Mother would punish him, even if she didn’t ever hit him like Father did, he was certain she was going to be angry now. But, she wasn’t. She’d hugged him tightly. “Shhh… No, it’s not your fault. You went right before we left, that’s all you could have done. We were looking for so long, it’s okay…” She’d just… Held him, assured him it was alright, and that was the end of it. How different would things be if he’d grown up only with his Mother? They would have been significantly poorer without a man in the household, but maybe Mother could have eventually found a new, different dad for Kenneth? One that would have been nice, like her? Would Kenneth be as prone to anger if he hadn’t been taught violence was the solution to every problem? Would he still have nightmares that made him wake up out of breath and covered in sweat? Would he… Would he be able to pee and voice his need to do so as easily and freely as Dwight could? Kenneth shook his head and tried to stop his train of thought. He tried to focus on the feeling of Dwight’s hand touching his own. It was somewhat soothing, but the pangs in his bladder prevented him from truly relaxing. Before long, every jolt of the carriage resulted in a sharp stab of pain flaring up Kenneth’s length. His holding muscles felt raw and irritated, his eyes welling up, like the pee was trying to find any possible escape route from his body. The rain just kept gushing… “Paulson,” Bryce said. “You keep kicking me, and I... Don't want to be shoved around so much when it's raining. If you have to squirm, move closer to Smith.” Kenneth blushed bright red, inching closer to Dwight. “Shhhh,” he hissed, but it was too late, the coachman had turned around. The unknown man was staring straight at Kenneth now. And, as hard as he tried, Kenneth’s demanding bladder wouldn’t allow him to hold still under that gaze. “Ah, gotta use the toilet, huh?” The rain had made Kenneth feel chilly, but now his embarrassment was making him feel like he was on the surface of the sun. “How bad is it?” Kenneth stayed absolutely silent. He was fluent in three languages and seemed to have spontaneously forgotten ALL of them. The only thing worse than the horrid pressure in his middle was the heat flaming through his chest, neck and face. “Uh, he’s… Uh…” Dwight said, trying to think of something to say that WOULDN’T make Kenneth feel more humiliated than he already did. The coachman shrugged. “Oh, never mind, I can tell you’re about ready to pop back there… Can’t imagine the rain’s helping you out too much.” One of the horses jerked to the side again, Kenneth released a strangled cry as he thrust a hand to his lap, unable to stop either action. “Aw, and these unruly beasts aren’t helpful either, are they?” the coachman guessed. Kenneth clenched his jaw against the urge to shout at the man to be quiet. It was bad enough being desperate to pee, the added weight of all this self-consciousness was hurting him more than the rain AND the disobedient horses combined. His body grew even warmer as rage joined the mix of emotions he was battling with. ‘Don’t. Explode.’ he ordered himself, realizing a moment later that he’d probably meant that in TWO ways. ‘Don’t. Explode. Don’t yell, don’t scream, don’t curse. This man doesn’t even realize he’s humiliating you. It’s not on purpose. Don’t. Explode.’ Dwight put a hand on his shoulder, and some of the anger faded. Bryce slowly reached to pat his other shoulder, and more of it went away. The rage now was replaced with surprise, Bryce had never managed to cool off his anger before, only ignite it further. “I’ll see if I can get them to move a little faster,” the coachman said. “Sorry, I know how awful you must be feeling right now. Try and hang on, okay?” ‘This guy is only trying to help you,’ Kenneth kept repeating. ‘He feels sorry for you.’ ‘Because you’re weak,” the voice of his Father crept into his mind. ‘And pathetic. And you can’t even hold your piss through a short ride like an adult.’ No. Not now. Not now. Kenneth was already so freaking miserable, bursting at the seams and so embarrassed that it was actually causing him physical pain. The last thing he needed was for that bastard to worm his way into his head from beyond the grave again. ‘Go away!’ Kenneth screamed inside his mind, squeezing his eyes shut as he stomped his feet. ‘You are DEAD. I KILLED you, like you deserved. Put you in the ground where you belong!’ ‘Yep. Buried right next to HER,’ he imagined his Father saying. Shit. Father knew how to cut deep… But this WASN’T his Father— Not his real Father, anyway. The man was DEAD. The version of him that popped into Kenneth’s head like this wasn’t real. He came from INSIDE Kenneth… He WAS Kenneth. He was the part of Kenneth that hated himself. Dwight held Kenneth’s hand again, “You’re shaking…” he said quietly. “Sorry…” Kenneth said. “Can you talk to me? I need a distraction.” Dwight was sure that it was just his bladder Kenneth wanted a diversion from. “Okay,” Dwight said. He started talking to Kenneth about every random subject that popped into his mind, most of them were related to food. Kenneth responded every so often, twisting his legs back and forth, his urgency building and building until he thought for sure he wouldn’t be able to handle it a second longer. Even when the journey had nearly ended, Kenneth knew his ordeal was far from being over. He could never embarrass himself by sprinting straight to the toilet after he’d arrived. The last thing he ever, EVER wanted was for The Leader to know he really, really had to pee. He’d know right away if Kenneth rushed to the restroom immediately after greeting him. That was another awful thing about taking the carriage, with no pee stops along the way, Kenneth would be required to stand and make polite conversation with The Leader until he finally felt he could take a break. “Here we are,” the coachman announced finally. As he, Bryce and Dwight left the carriage, Kenneth sat there a moment longer, crossing his legs tightly as the pain in his bladder reached a new level. Unable to resist it any longer, he clasped his member tightly in both hands, struggling to hold back his flood. Finally, he managed to leave the carriage and found himself standing half-hunched over on the ground, shielded from the rain beneath the villa’s thick canopy— But, it still managed to penetrate his ear drums and send his bladder into an angry, wild frenzy of need. He scrambled after the others to the door and jiggled up and down as he waited for it to be opened. A servant ushered them in. The coachman walked off on his own, and Kenneth, Dwight and Bryce were told where to wait. Kenneth was immensely relieved when he heard that, he wouldn’t need to meet The Leader right away today, perhaps there was enough time for him to use the restroom first… He, of course, knew he didn’t do well ‘under pressure’ like that, and worrying that The Leader could arrive before he’d finished urinating was sure to create a problem for him, but he felt reasonably sure he’d be able to get some relief. Kenneth walked down the hall he knew led to the toilet, body already going loose with anticipation. Except, when he got to the restroom, he found the coachman and a servant were discussing something just a few paces from the door. Kenneth cringed and bobbed on his feet. He couldn’t go if he could hear people talking on the other side of the door. Even quiet, muffled voices were too intimidating for his scared, timid bladder. His mind moved at a rapid pace. He could request that they take their conversation elsewhere. But… Then they’d ask why! And he’d have to say “I need to pee, and I can’t go if I can hear you talking!” Unacceptable. He could wait for them to leave, but who knew how long those two were going to stand around talking? The Leader was due to appear soon! Kenneth couldn’t risk being late. He could just hold it and go back to the main room. This was the idea he liked the least. He had to go! Speaking with The Leader could take ages, and he’d be twitching and bouncing and squirming the whole time. How humiliating! Kenneth didn’t know WHAT he could do, and his bladder kept boiling away inside him the longer he simply STOOD there, mere feet from the toilet he already knew that he couldn’t use. He ended up walking PAST the bathroom, ignoring a series of very urgent, confused pangs from within his bladder. Kenneth wasn’t sure where he was going now. He knew that was the only toilet here, save for the one in The Leader’s private quarters, and he’d need special permission to use that one. He found himself at the door to one of the guest rooms. He ducked inside, wondering if perhaps having a quiet place to consider all of his options would help. He KNEW what he should do; He should just go ask the servant and coachman to stand further from the restroom so he could please use it. But, just the thought was making him shudder with embarrassment. His bladder shuddered too, recognizing the fact he was now alone in a room, all by himself. The simple solitude was enough to send a strangled spurt of urine into his boxers, the tip of his penis feeling warm and sodden as it rubbed against the wet spot. Panicked, he gripped himself firmly with one hand while the other struggled to unclasp his belt. With quite a bit of agonizing clenching and squirming, he managed to stem the leak and release the tight strap of his belt from the stranglehold it had on his bladder. There was a bit of relief then, but it lasted only a second before the painful, urgent pangs were back in full force. He stomped in place. “Nnnh, just go ask them to move!” he pleaded with himself. “You’re gonna wet yourself otherwise!” That would be much worse! He was behaving illogically, and he knew it. He just… He couldn’t bring himself to tell two strangers about his problem. He couldn’t do it… He spotted two things in rapid succession. The first was the decorative vase in one corner, and the second was the large wardrobe. ‘Paulson. No,’ Kenneth ground his teeth together against the absolutely horrible idea that spontaneously appeared to him. ‘Don’t you dare. No. Just ask them to move. That’s all you have to do!’ He bent forward slightly when another heavy wave of need flared through his bladder. IT thought Kenneth’s new idea was absolutely terrific and could come up with zero reason that he shouldn’t act upon it. ‘Gah! No! What would The Leader say if you did that!?’ Kenneth asked himself. He pictured the man spotting Kenneth trying to take the vase outside to empty it, a look of pure revulsion crossing his features when he immediately realized what it was full of. ‘There is a window here, though,’ Kenneth thought. ‘You can go in the vase, then open the window and dump it out without having to walk by anybody with it.’ ‘Well, what would Dwight say th— Oh, forget it, he’d probably encourage you! He’d say “Go ahead, Kenneth. Just let it out here. You’re hurting yourself!” Bryce would be mad, though. He’d say “Why the Hell couldn’t you just ask them to give you privacy like a normal person!?”’ Kenneth bounced on his heels in indecision, hands squeezing away at his dick. He didn’t dare to let go of himself, his bladder was starting to really weaken now that he was both ALONE and had an idea of how he could relieve himself here. ‘Wha—What would your MOTHER say!?’ Kenneth scolded himself. ‘Mother wanted you to be polite! She would never, EVER tell you that it’s okay to pee into a vase just because you’re too freaking shy to—‘ Another memory came to Kenneth. A time when his Mother DID encourage him to pee somewhere other than a toilet. It was a day when his Father was being particularly awful to both of them, raging through the house. Kenneth and his Mother had hidden themselves from his anger in his parents’ bedroom. Kenneth was much too scared to leave that room for anything, but… He needed to go really, really bad! He was also too scared to talk and tell his Mother what was wrong. Only whimpering and squirming. Which she thought were just indications he was afraid. But, before long, he’d ended up holding onto his front and that made it pretty obvious. “Shhh, shhh, shh…” Mother had soothed him. “Kenny, do you need to pass water?” Mother was the only person who’d ever called him Kenny. It was her special name for him. No one else was allowed to use it. Kenneth had nodded, miserable with need. Mother could still hear Father moving around, knew he was still awake and looking for a fight… She couldn’t force Kenneth out there to use the toilet. He probably wouldn’t even make it there before Father decided to take out all his frustration on him. Mother had looked around the room instead. There was a towel on the floor, the only thing she thought might work… “Okay, Kenny. I’ll hold this towel over you, and you can go into it.” “I don’t want to make a mess,” Kenneth said. “I’m only supposed to go in the toilet.” “It’s okay this time,” Mother assured him. “I promise. You won’t be in trouble.” Kenneth recalled how it had taken a few minutes of convincing before he’d agreed that the towel was an alright spot to relieve his bladder. Mother would probably be okay with him filling the vase now then, right? ‘Maybe they aren’t even by the door anymore, though. At least go check first!’ Kenneth took one step, beginning to exit the room, and his bladder surged so powerfully that a slosh of pee splashed into his boxers, re-soaking the drying wet patch and making him burn with humiliation and grit his teeth in pain. He hopped in place, shifting his weight all around, and just barely managed to stop himself from letting out any more. Vase it was, then. Crossing his legs so tight he felt them going numb, Kenneth made himself bend down and pick the vase up. It was large enough that he couldn’t grab it with a single hand, meaning he had to let go of his crotch to do it, which immediately prompted another slow, dribbling leak. He took several comically doubled over, tiny steps over to the wardrobe and drew it open with his foot. He stepped inside and let the door shut behind him. He was struck then by how cramped and dark it was inside the wardrobe. He knew he should have expected it, but it was still making his skin feel warm and itchy. He set the vase down, then opened the door up a crack, just to remind himself that he wasn’t trapped in here, before shutting it again. Privacy, at last. His bladder realized that fact immediately, letting go a few more threads and trickles down his legs. “Ah—!” he choked out around his panic. He just had to get his clothes undone, he could feel a very frightening amount of dampness between his legs, flowing down the insides of his thighs. Fighting to stop leaking, he at last managed to get his zipper down, pulling his damp member out and aiming the dripping thing for the opening of the vase. Instantly, his straining muscles relaxed, unable to withstand the pressure a second longer. A long, ferocious jet of clear urine erupted from his tip and sprayed into the vase. His eyelids fluttered as he went light from the release of so much tension. “Hahhhh…” he moaned, unable to hold back the sound any more than he could hold back his pee. He was pissing so intensely that he couldn’t even stand up straight, the heaviness of his relief was making his legs go weak and wobbly. He gasped and panted, feeling almost dazed from how much better he felt now that he was finally allowed to empty out. Kenneth was lost in a haze of bliss when he heard a creaking noise, he tensed slightly, but not enough that he stopped pissing. Now that the dam had burst, it seemed there was no way to put it back together agai— “What are—“ But, then he heard a voice and saw light spilling into the wardrobe, and it was like a cork had been shoved into him. Everything stopped, his flow ceased immediately, unbelievable amounts of relief turning into agony that was even worse than what he’d been feeling in the seconds before he’d begun peeing. Kenneth’s first reaction to having his release so cruelly taken away was to moan “Nnnnh!” and stomp his feet against the ground. “Wh—What are you doing?” the voice asked again. “Get out!” Kenneth pleaded, not daring to turn around and see WHO exactly had spotted him. It wasn’t Dwight’s voice, nor Bryce’s. And he thanked God that it wasn’t The Leader’s… But all that meant a stranger had caught him at this most personal and private of moments. “G—Get out! Please? I’m not— I’m not done!” The door to the wardrobe didn’t close. The jerk was still here… Why? Wasn’t it bad enough he’d walked in on Kenneth relieving himself in such an unconventional way? Didn’t he have enough to go tell all his friends about now? Couldn’t he at least let Kenneth finish what he’d started? Dear God, his holding muscles were BURNING. It hurt so, so bad! “Get out!” Kenneth repeated, trying his best to summon his firm ‘don’t you dare fuck with me’ voice, but having a hard time finding it when he was in so much pain. “Why are you— Could you not find the toilet? Come on, I’ll show you. You should have mentioned you didn’t know where it was while we were in the carriage!” Oh. Now Kenneth recognized the voice. It was the coachman. He turned his head slightly to look at the man, whom was gazing back directly at him. He’d seen… Everything, hadn’t he? “N—No, that’s not it… I just— Really, really have to be alone right now, okay? Please? I still haven’t finished, and I’m embarrassed enough. Just leave.” “I guess if you can’t walk, that’s alright. But, you should have—“ “Please, for the love of God, stop talking and go!” Kenneth snapped, rage now burning as much as his muscles were. He felt dangerously close to exploding— And not in the way he WANTED to. “I can’t— If you’re here, I can’t go, and it hurts! That’s why I had to do it in here! Because you and that servant were talking right in front of the bathroom!” The coachman was quiet for a moment, and then “Ohhhhh! You— You, too?” He just kept on talking! If Kenneth didn’t need both hands to be covering up his member right now, he’d probably try to strangle the guy! “Please. Leave,” he gritted out. “But, I just— I’ve always thought I was the only person with that problem,” the coachman said. Kenneth did not immediately bark another order for the man to leave. For a second, he felt too surprised to do that. He’d sort of believed HE was the only person with his… particular issue, as well. “I don’t wanna talk about it right now! If—If you have this problem, then you know how much it’s hurting me right now! Please, go away!” “Oh, right,” the coachman said. And, finally, the door was closed again, and Kenneth heard the guy leave the room, and at last his bladder had resumed emptying itself. “Ahhhh…” Kenneth let his eyelids fall closed, a shiver working up his back as he finally finished up. He zipped his pants and re-affixed his belt, then carefully picked up the vase. He winced at the smell of his urine, and at how warm the vase now felt in his arms. Very, very slowly he moved to the window. Setting the vase back down, he got it opened and finally poured the contents out into the grass below. He cringed, unable to believe he’d just done all of that. And… Fuck, that guy had seen. Had seen AND talked to him about it… Kenneth left the room. He’d need to give the vase a proper wash later, just to be safe, but he was reasonably sure no one would be able to tell it had pissed in right now. As soon as he was back in the hallway, the coachman was by his side. “Wow, you must be feeling better now, huh?” he asked. “Please stop talking to me.” Kenneth looked away. He had thoroughly humiliated himself before this man, he just wished the guy would drop it and pretend it had never happened! That was what a normal person would do! “How long have you had the pissing problem?” the coachman asked, somehow still unable to take the very, very obvious hint. “For me, it started when I went to school for the first time. The schoolhouse just had one long urinal for the boys, and I couldn’t go. The others noticed and started teasing me, and I just kept thinking about—“ Kenneth heaved a heavy sigh. “The Leader is probably waiting for me, so—“ “And, nobody expects me to be like this, because I’m not normally shy. I talk to everybody, and I’m open— I’m even open about having this problem, I let people know about it so they’ll be aware I need extra time and privacy. Everybody thinks I’m really weird, because they don’t get frozen up, so they don’t know what it’s like.” Kenneth did not enjoy TELLING people unless he absolutely HAD to. “I… I don’t… I don’t tell people. Nobody else needs to know about it.” “Well, if you’d told ME then you wouldn’t have needed to pee in a vase,” the coachman pointed out. Kenneth frowned, looked at his feet. That was true… “But, it’s okay. I’ve done weird stuff because of my problem, too,” the coachman said. “One time, I had to go really bad, except the bathroom was really crowded. But, there was a lake outside, so I pretended to fall into it so I could pee there without anyone knowing.” Kenneth groaned. He knew this guy was… Trying to be supportive, so he tried not to get too angry. He just wanted to talk about literally anything else. “I have to— The Leader will be out soon. I have to see him.” “Oh, okay,” the man said. “If you want to talk later though, we can!” Kenneth doubted he’d take him up on that offer. Then again, would it really be SO terrible to know someone who completely understood what living with this issue was like?
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  27. @Raziel "The intro to Death Proof features a close up shot of a woman holding her crotch for dear life and shouting "I NEED TO TAKE THE WORLD'S BIGGEST F'ING PISS!". The script originally called for the scene to end with her making it to the toilet and the camera slowly zooming in on her face to show her eyes rolling back with the sound of a "racehorse like piss" being heard. I can't think of reason for him to write a scene like that if it wasn't sexual. It's funny because part of the intro is focused on her feet on the dash with her ankles crossed. Most people would assume that the focus is just on her feet because that's what he's into, but I wonder if she was crossing her legs and leaning back like that to help hold it in." That's a good point. It's possible somebody would put a scene in there without necessarily viewing it as sexual but when a woman screams about needing a piss and then looks like she is having practically orgasmic joy at the release you have to assume that the person making that scene realizes that there is a sexual aspect to it.
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  28. Yesterday night I did a three hours slow wetting, and peed as soon it was possible, and when my bladder was enough filled 😜 it was fun.. and here is a pic from the start.. and of course I have my favourite grey jeans
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  29. This happened to me very recently, so, enjoy reading my humiliating experience. (For context, because of disabilities and stuff, I was never able to graduate high school, so I follow a program for adults who dropped out of high school, to hopefully still graduate and get my diploma.) This week, is my exam week to end this semester and this specific thing happened during a biology exam. I work on a laptop, so I have to sit at the front of the room, facing the other students so the exam invigilator can see what I am doing on the screen. My biology exam was the second exam of the day, so I had already been at school for a while. My medication leave me with a very dry mouth too, so throughout the day, I had drank a lot too. Probably 1 to 1,5 liters of water in 3 hours or so. I don't know if it was stress or nerves or genuinely my bladder being a little weak bitch, but I had already become desperate multiple times that day. So, before my biology exam, I had in fact used the toilet because the last thing I wanted was to become desperate during my exam. Well, guess what I was? Exactly. This exam was two hours long too and god, after the first thirty minutes or so, I already had to pee again. I was looking at my exam, wishing I could finish it sooner so I could use the bathroom quicker. I was awkwardly crossing my legs, hoping that no one would notice because mind you, everyone was able to see me. All they had to do was look up from their paper and they could see me under the table, awkwardly shifting my weight from one side to the other, crossing my legs and occasionally pressing my hands in between my crotch in a desperate attempt to stop myself from leaking. I made the exam without too much trouble and only slight leakage that luckily wasn't visible from the outside. But then, I had to wait for my exam invigilator to print out my exam and I have never, ever, felt so out of control. I was still right in front of the classroom, awkwardly dancing as I had to wait for this guy to come back with my exam so I could sign it and finally get my sweet sweet relief. I am sure it was so obvious that I was desperate. It took this guy 10 minutes. Ten minutes to print out 2 pieces of paper. Some of the longest ten minutes of my life. Yet, I was finally able to sign myself out and sprint to the toilet without any further mishaps. My panties were damp, but luckily nothing leaked through and I was able to go home and clean up.
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  30. Wet Jeans - XVIDEOS.COM-red.mp4 this should work 🙂
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  31. So this just happened, like 20 minutes ago. I figured while I'm still horny from this mess, I'd write about it before I go pet the kitty about it. So I was just playing some video games in my room. I was playing with my friend, and we were talking via Skype. Well, I usually grab a bunch of snacks and soda with me, it's become a weekly ritual for me to do. I camp out in my room every week, pig out on chips and a 1 liter bottle of Sprite, and play GTA for a few hours. Well, I usually purposely wet myself 3 times a week in private, since my parents aren't always home, so it gives me time to wash my clothes without them knowing about my dirty kinks. The nights that I devote to playing video games, is not one of my wet nights. Why? My parents are home. I was wearing a pink tank top and jean shorts tonight, for those really curious, I was wearing a light blue thong underneath. I had absolutely no intentions of peeing in my pants tonight. Spoiler alert- it happened. I was busy playing GTA for about two hours, and absent-mindedly sipping on the liter of Sprite really added up. Usually I take periodic bathroom breaks throughout my game-a-thons, but my girl friend and I were getting so intense into GTA, we didn't really stop to take any breaks. For those of you who play GTA, we were doing a bunch of stunt races to build up more money, and you know how addicting those are. Anyways, I could feel the urge to pee creeping up the more and more I played for the first two hours. After the two hour period, though, that's when things really started to get edgy for my bladder. I had to cross my legs while playing, and my friend Emily, who was on Skype with me, noticed. "You okay there Molly?" "Err, well I need to pee, like, really bad, but I don't wanna pause the game." "Just go pee! I won't move my car while you're gone," Emily told me. Like hell. This isn't the first time this has happened before, because she cheats. Anytime I get up to do something and she says she won't move her car, she always does, which makes her win the race. "No way," I told her. "I know what you'll do." "Fine, but I'll still beat you either way." We had the race set to 5 laps, and we were only on lap 2. Towards the end of lap 3, I was groaning in pain. "Molly! Just go take a piss!" Emily told me. "No! We don't have that much left in the race anyways." I was flooding, though. I had to rest an elbow onto my crotch to feel some comfort and ease the pressure a little. "Well, it's gonna be a double-whammy then," Emily said. "What do you mean?" "Not only will I beat you in this race, but you're also gonna pee yourself when I do!" She laughed hysterically. If only she knew about my fetish. I don't care about peeing myself, I enjoy it really, but I do care when other people see me pee. They judge you and laugh at you, and if you tell them that you enjoy it, well, that makes things worse. So it's best that no one even sees me pee, at all. "Shut up," I groaned. Lap 5 began, and just as it did, I passed Emily in the race. As I raised both of my hands up in the air to let out a shout of triumph, my controller slipped out of my hand, so I had to catch it. Without even thinking, I uncrossed my legs so I could lean as I snatched the controller before it would hit the floor. I really wish I didn't get cocky. Since I wasn't putting pressure against my crotch, and I uncrossed my legs, I started to leak. It wasn't crazy or anything, just enough to make a very tiny patch against my jean-shorts. I let out a gasp and quickly crossed my legs, and tried to play it off cool, but Emily must have known something was up. She laughed. "What, did you piss yourself already?" My face got hot for a second. "What? No!" "Well, I'm about to beat you, so maybe you should focus on the game." Sure enough, she beat me fair and square. As she started telling me how much of a loser I was for losing against her, I stood up quickly. I wasn't even listening to her- I had one mission, and that was to get to my bathroom. I ran full barrels ahead, but I had to crouch down a little bit and hold onto my crotch so more wouldn't leak out. I got out of my room, into my hallway, when I saw my mom walk inside. I pounded on the door and begged my mom to let me in; it was an emergency. "Molly, I'm really tired and I wanna go to bed! I'll be out in a minute, just wait in your room or something," she called out. I groaned and went back into my room. I totally forgot I was still on a call with Emily. I looked around my room for something to pee inside. I decided to grab my trash can. It was a race against time at this point. I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down, and right when I was about to squat into the can, I heard Emily over Skype. "Molly, what the hell are you doing?" She was in tears laughing. Embarrassed, I pulled up my shorts and yelled something that I can't even remember at Emily. I can't remember what I said, because in the middle of yelling at her, I was interrupted by the feeling of my blue panties being filled up with hot liquid, going through to the outside of my jean shorts, and dripping down my legs, onto my carpet. I gasped, and stared down in shock. The only thing I could think of doing was ending the call with Emily. I didn't want her to see me like this. I clicked END CALL, and tried to regain control of my bladder. Just before I could regain it, my mother's voice shocked me. "Molly! What the hell?" I spun around, shocked, embarrassed, and getting more and more wet by the second. Quickly, I fumbled to grab ahold of my crotch, but it just sprayed in a bunch of directions. I didn't know what to do. My mother stared at me, wide-eyed. When she finally began speaking, I was already done doing my business in front of her. "You...pissed yourself again...." She growled, slowly and quietly. "You are 20 years old.....you did this once before and you wet your bed....what do you have to say for yourself?" I didn't know what to say. I stuttered before choking out "I really had to pee....I didn't mean to..." "I've seen a few pairs of pants covered in piss turn up in the laundry, young lady. And they're yours. And guess who has to wash them? Me!" Shit. I must have slipped a few times and forgot to throw my jeans in the washing machine. "I don't know what's going on, but you better get this whole childish shit taken care of. You do childish shit, you get treated like a child. You are 20 years old. As long as you're living in my house, there won't be anymore wetting yourself going on. Got it?" I mumbled a yes, and she told me to clean up, and that she didn't want to see me for the rest of the night. Before anyone asks, I don't know what she means by I will get "treated like a child" if I get caught again. When I was a little girl, she used to spank me. I don't know if she's gonna do that, but if she lays a hand on me, I'll pay whatever extra money I have to, and live on campus at my college, and move out of my parents' house. I kind of doubt it, but I guess that's incentive for me to be careful for when I purposely pee my pants. See, some people are very understanding if you have an accident, and empathize for you. Other people, like my bitch of a mom, will stop at nothing to make you feel like shit about it. My punishment is to do the entire laundry tomorrow, and then after it's done, wash my jean shorts. So before I logged onto this site, I had to shower, clean up the mess I made on my carpet, and text Emily. Right now my panties and my shorts are in a pile near my door. God damn. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - UPDATE: I was planning on hitting submit tomorrow morning, but I figured someone would want to hear about this. I got so horny after finishing typing this, I ended up deciding to jill this one off. I grabbed my shorts and panties, and the smell of all that piss really turned me on. I used my vibrator that I have hidden, and this was such an intense orgasm. It felt like everything just built up, and when I squirted, it started to go all over my bed, so I had to use my wet thong as a cover. I guess the humiliating experiences are the most intense to masturbate to.
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  32. If you wet yourself as a character, I feel like the wetting itself should match the character. For example, someone badass like Batgirl, may wet herself confidently, not giving a damn who thinks what of her especially since she's probably thinking "I'm not making it anyways, might as well just get it overwith.", whereas someone more timid or weak may make a little more show of trying to hold it together. Just a thought.
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  33. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She really has to pee, but she... refuses to ask the rest of the group, who incidentally, is entirely composed of men!" She hasn't peed since before her two male hiking buddies awoke that morning... And she was planning to hold it in until they had already set up camp and said buddies were sound asleep that night! Now that they've reached the ridge and they're well past anything resembling cover, she's starting to really question if she's got the capacity to make it back down the mountain... let along all the way to where they're planning to set up for the night! 😋 As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! So if our little hiker lady's itty-bitty shorts and shirt are messing up the "view" for you, consider checking it out! 🤣
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  34. Because your video feed is full of shoe porn.
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  35. Great find! Here's a rip Pee pants - video 41 - ThisVid.com.mp4
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  36. Gabriella and Alisha take turns peeing in the same jeans in this video. Feeling kinky, and needing to pee, Gabriella and Alisha decide it would make a fun video if they each take turns peeing in the same jeans. First, Gabriella pees in the jeans. After peeing, she takes them off, revealing her wet panties, and hands them to Alisha. Alisha then puts on the pants, already soaked with Gabriella’s pee, then pees in them herself.
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  38. You have have heard of recent advances in AI image generation... it's kind of fun to play around with it to generate some fun images in our niche. Some examples from just a little time using https://www.craiyon.com/ (the above was probably the best prompt I ever tried, often gives great results) (yeah the faces are still scary on these models, but they're getting better at it slowly) Obviously it has limitations and it's very hit or miss, having to play around with different words to see what you get, but that's the fun of it. Try it out and post your best results. Creative prompts sometimes give really great (or hilarious) results.
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  39. Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies. Chapter One. Hi everyone! I’m Paige, and I figured that this was probably the best place to tell my story. (Spoiler Alert: The heading pretty much sums up my story! 🤣) First, some background. I’m female, (duh!) 27 years old, and an aspiring writer. Up until recently, I’ve never had any sort of pee fetish, but I have dealt with OAB, over-active bladder issues like forever. The OAB isn’t really too bad I suppose. It’s just sometimes, I can get a sudden urge to urinate, and I’ll need to get to a bathroom ASAP. If I don’t, there’s a good chance that I’ll wet my pants a bit, or even worse, a lot. It’s not a daily, or even weekly occurrence, but it does happen sometimes, and has done ever since I was a little girl. Speaking of “Way Back Then,” I had a few instances of wet pants growing up, more than most kids did I suppose, although as I got older, my parents and I slowly worked out what could trigger it. Basically, caffeine or sugar. If I drank too much soda or energy style drinks, it would really make me start having sudden urgency and occasional accidents. It also doesn’t help that I’ve always been a really shy girl. In junior school I wet myself in class a couple of times simply because I was too shy to put my hand up and ask. Even today, I’m very shy by nature, and enjoy my own company over others, although I’m nowhere near being that shy, emotional little wreck that I was until my mid-teens. I’m probably over analysing things, but I think my childhood accidents were a lot to blame. Let’s face it. There’s nothing more mortifying for a tween aged girl than to wet herself at school in front of her classmates. As for bed wetting back then, yeah, it happened a few times, but not too often. If I can remember correctly, I think I wore pull ups to bed till I was around five? Maybe a bit older, but I was certainly not needing them by the time I’d turned six. I did wake up to wet sheets on a handful of occasions after that, but by then we were starting to get a handle on what would trigger it, and my night time liquid intake was closely monitored. It turned out that I could drink all the water or milk that I wanted to, within reason of course, but carbonated beverages were a big no-no. Of course my daytime consumption of said beverages was frowned upon as well, but it’s almost impossible to stop a kid from partaking in the illicit stuff occasionally. Think birthday parties, family gatherings, weddings and stuff. On those occasions I’d be allowed a glass or two, but my bathroom usage would be closely monitored! But, overall, my minor bladder issue was never a super big deal. Over the years I grew used to carrying spare panties in my bag, or shorts in my school stuff, and by the time that puberty really kicked in, it was almost, ALMOST, a non-event. This has obviously changed quite a bit since then.....
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  40. Wait this is a really good point... I wonder how many people started holding on purpose because of it. I wonder how many people actually found out they like holding because of an ultrasound.
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  41. Loud wettings - Video links and uploads - OmoOrgfewg.mp4 1080P_8000K_231163592.mp4 720P_4000K_180872821.mp4 Loving the contributions so far! Here's a few more.
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  42. 904 downloads

    So I found this on a telegram group everyone speaks russian apprently but they drop nice vids like this from time to time
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  43. This didn't even occur to me! Makes you wonder. For me I realized as a little kid, like way before I had any concept of sexuality or finding PEOPLE attractive I knew that holding my pee felt good and the idea of peeing my pants was enticing, probably because I knew that was something I was told not to do. I don't know if thats common with people into this? I have no idea why it developed in me but it certainly seems a very ingrained aspect of my sexuality. On a random note anyone know how to change the title of a post? I feel like this one is very wordy lol
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  44. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    The Solitary tier wanted a serious throwback this time --- all the way back to Request 23! And man, it was definitely warranted; the last time we saw this girl, she was just turning to the urinals after deciding it was them or her skirt!
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  45. This really is good Barry! Perhaps it would be good if you could elaborate a bit on how Paige became a nightly wetter.....
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  46. 2,107 downloads

    I was goofing around on Twitter and I found the account of Baby Ashton who has posted quite a few messing clips! Here is the account for anyone who wants to say Hi: https://twitter.com/BabyAshton3
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