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  1. Got new leggings off Amazon, they looked cute and they were as reviews said super soft. They felt so nice but didn't absorb as well as hoped for. Still felt nice, here's some pics trying to get video up. Need to upload in parts
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  3. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She's peeing herself because she... accidentally locked herself inside of something!" And with one massively relieving gush, Harlyn's career as an escape artist is dead! Even if they hadn't put cameras inside the safe, the pee dribbling out from the bottom of the door will tell them all they would need to know! XD Was she locked in the safe accidentally? No... But taking into consideration that she was intending to escape shortly thereafter using the key in her glove --- not to spend 3 hours cooped-up inside of it --- it definitely became an accident! (And in more ways than one!) If only someone hadn't forgotten to slip her the key... I didn't have a lot of time to work on this one today, if you couldn't tell! 😅 Anyway, as usual, the nude version of this (as well as for all of the other Omovember images) is available on my Patreon! If you're interested, all of Harlyn's fancy costume can disappear in a puff of smoke! 🤣🪄
    9 points
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    I had a bad nightmare and I wet my jeans and soaked the bed
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  5. Found this browsing thisvid, haven't seen it here before. Gorgeus girl wetting her jeans sitting in chair.mp4
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  6. This is one of my favorite kind of wetting. I love when a woman pulls her pants down part way and pees into her pants, then pulls them back up again. Here are some good ones. (nudity)
    7 points
  7. Chapter 9 Emma exited the toilets and walked to Billy who was waiting for her, she was pretty proud of her accomplishment knowing she came very close to having a real accident. "Not gonna lie that was pretty close, but i made it!" Emma said beaming, "My bladder feels sore from holding so long though" Emma noticed how he scanned her pants for any signs of wetness. "Hey i managed to hold it i said!" she said while pouting, "I didn't wet myself!" Emma felt a little bit irritated that Billy seemed to expect that she would've wet herself. "Yea but who peed her pants 4 times yesterday? Hey i'm sorry, i didn't mean it like that! i'm just impressed you managed to hold it." Billy said apologetic, "I also noticed yesterday that you didn't seem bothered letting go in your pants so i half assumed that you would just give up and wet yourself." "I heard your promise to mom and dad so i tried to hold it as best as i could because if i had an accident they would be furious with you" Emma said truthfully, "I don't want you to get in trouble because of me." "hahaha, that's really nice of you i appreciate that, but you don't have to worry about me." Billy reassured Emma as they started walking again in the direction of the VR section they had came from when they started looking for a toilet. "Also it would be super embarrassing to actually have an accident, on the train it was inevitable but so it was for all the other girls and women as well. So in the end i realized there's nothing to be embarrassed about as everyone had accidents." Emma started laughing, "Even mom!" They walked around the corner and got surprised by the sight they saw, there was a big flower pot in a small corner of the hallway they were passing trough, there was a grown man casually peeing into it. He completely ignored Emma and Billy as they passed by, they laughed it off, i guess that's one way of dealing with the effects of the drug on your bladder. "You were pretty desperate yourself earlier, why didn't you just do like him and piss in a flower pot or whatever?" Emma asked, "It's not like you would be bothered doing that right?" "I didn't because i needed to find a toilet so you could pee as well, if i stopped somewhere to piss in a flower pot or something you would need to wait even longer, you might not have made it earlier." Billy said thoughtful. Emma thought over this, "True, but i wouldn't want you to have an accident because of me." "Again, you don't have to worry about me Emma!" Billy patted her on the head, "But i really appreciate it." Billy checked his phone and was deep in thoughts while they were walking, when he suddenly stopped and turned towards Emma, "Listen here, you said earlier it would be embarrassing to have an accident and that i would get in trouble with mom and dad if you do." Billy said in a comforting tone. Emma nodded. Billy continued in a gentle tone, "First of all: This drug paired with the toilet system on this cruise is literally intended to make people have accidents, so there's absolutely no need to be embarrassed about it, in normal circumstances that would be a different story of course, but as long as we're on this ship you should try not to worry about it too much and just enjoy the cruise." "Second of all:" Billy took out his phone as he continued, and showed the screen to Emma which had a text message from their father which read: "Mom had another accident when we couldn't find a toilet in time, we might have underestimated this drug and toilet rotation system. Emma might have an accident as well at some point so make sure to not get angry at her and comfort her. Tell her we won't be angry about it when it does happen." "And i think mom and dad came to the same conclusion to what i just said." Billy said as Emma finished reading the message. "Also you don't have to hold it until your bladder starts hurting like earlier, if it starts feeling uncomfortable you can let go if you want to." Emma felt relieved knowing she wasn't gonna get Billy in trouble if she had an accident, but even if Billy said she shouldn't be embarrassed about it, it was hard to ignore that. There were a lot of people on this ship and people were often passing by. Or for example they passed the gaming room that they quickly checked out, they noticed it was pretty full, all consoles were occupied. Emma noticed a bunch of other games as well like pinball and foosbal tables and many others. It looked really cool and she definitely wanted to check it out later. But there were so many people, mostly kids of course. As they continued walking through what seemed to be some sort of kids zone with the gaming room attached to it they noticed it was build in a circle with the toilets build in the center of it. Emma noticed the entrance was in red for these toilets right now. This made her notice another thing as they walked trough the rest of the zone and exited it, she had seen some kids around her age with wet pants. A boy and a girl were playing on a playstation while sitting on beanbags, looking at both their jeans shorts they had clearly wet themselves but they didn't seem to be too bothered by it Emma thought. They also picked up some drinks while they went on their way to the VR. By the time they arrived back at the VR section to their dismay they noticed there was a serious waiting line, obviously they had lost their spot from earlier... "Maaaaaan, this sucks." Billy said, "By the time it's our turn we may just as well quit again after 10 minutes because we'll have to pee again." Emma proposed to go check out the arcade as it was close to the VR section anyway, Billy agreed. They noticed there was a big slushy machine! They both took a big one, mixing their favorite flavors and started checking out the arcade. While they started playing their first game, a racing sim, Emma felt the first signs of her bladder filling. From earlier experiences she knew with the effect of the drug that the rate her bladder filled was rather unpredictable sometimes. "I'm gonna need to pee soon." Emma announced to Billy, Billy answered while still racing, "But we just got here, it's literally our first game." "I know, i'm sorry." Emma apologized, "I'm just saying, i can still hold it for several games. But we might have a similar problem like earlier with finding a toilet that's green." "Yea i understand, it's just that we will end up chasing toilets all day and we can't actually do anything of the fun stuff it feels like. But it's ok you decide, we can always come back later, if you want to we can leave and go find a toilet now." Billy said. "It's unfair for me to decide because if i really have to i'll just pee somewhere in a corner or something, it's all in that similar carpet from in the train and i can assure you it can survive a serious soaking." "No it's fine, i can hold it longer, i want to play some more as well." Emma said while drinking her slushy. "Haha, that's the spirit sis! Lets not worry too much, we'll find a toilet later!" Emma knew this was risky, she had started wondering about the pattern in these toilet rotations, sometimes they were seemingly random and quickly shifted around but other times it seemed to follow a certain pattern and if her hunch was correct it meant that most the toilets in the front of the ship were currently open and most of the ones in the back of the ship closed. And they were very much in the back of the ship at the moment. Emma ended up losing two times in a row to her brother in the racing game, not too surprising, but then she managed to convince her brother to try out the dancing game with her, she loved stepmania and had played before a couple of times. She swiftly beat her brother easily. Still basking in her glory, they took a small break further drinking their slushy, "Alright time to go and find a toilet to pee?" Billy asked, still sweating from the game and ever so slightly annoyed he lost to his little sister. Meanwhile however, Emma had two small voices in her head waging a war: _______________________________________ "No you can't play another game! You need to pee remember?" "It's fine you're not desperate yet, play another game!" "You won't find a toilet in time and you'll hurt your bladder again holding it!" "No silly, you just let it go in your pants when it starts feeling uncomfortable!" "But everyone will see it, you will be so embarrassed!" "It's fine, Billy said you shouldn't be embarrassed, even dad said it's ok!" "But... but the embarrassment..." "It'll feel so good to release in your pants!" __________________________________________ "Hell no, you're not getting away, i'm gonna beat you again!" Emma shouted. "Another match!" They finished their second match with Emma easily winning again. Billy's ego was slightly damaged but he'll survive. They both finished their slushies, the cold drink made Emma really starting to feel the pressure on her bladder now. She wasn't panicking, but the palms of her hands started to get sweaty knowing there was a very possible chance they wouldn't find a toilet with green light in time. She was starting to contemplate for how much longer she wanted to hold before letting go in her pants. They exited the busy arcade and went on their way, "You still holding up there?" Billy asked while checking his phone, "The nearest toilet is probably 'central park' " "Yea i'm fine don't worry about me." Emma answered relaxed. Central park was more of a street with shops and restaurants and all sorts of small but fun stuff to do and see, below that was the boulevard which was more of a shopping street that was parallel with the street above it. You could look down in the middle through a glass ceiling into the boulevard. They had only briefly passed this when boarding the ship but now they would have more time to explore. It was beautiful to see the street with all of it's small little gardens and shops, on the sides of the park were balconies from rooms of people rising high up for several stories high with the sun shining down between them. It was a sight to behold. Emma noticed how there were a lot less people here than in the arcade but still, it was very open and there were still a good amount of people. Some were sitting outside on the terrace of the pubs while others were inside checking out some of the little shops for souvenirs or whatever. There were also a few people sitting on the balconies of their rooms above them, that must be one hell of a view Emma thought. "See Emma, it wasn't a problem after all, sometimes it just pans out." As Billy pointed to the toilet signs across the street where they were standing, they were on green to Emma's surprise. They started walking towards the entrance but just as they were about to enter she could see in the corner of her eye how the light blinked green once to switch to red. "No way..." Emma thought. "Ok this is the second time we get this now, dammit! Billy said cursing. "Emma are you still ok?" "Yea i'm fine don't worry," Emma lied, "where's the next toilet?" Billy checked his phone again, "At the end of the street and then down and it's close to the boulevard." They went on their way, still walking at a normal pace. Meanwhile the little voices spoke up again. "Walk faster! Hurry up if you want to make a chance of reaching the nearest toilet!" "Shhhh, It's ok you can always let go in your pants at any time and enjoy it! "But... the embarrassment!" "Oh look! Milkshake stand!" Emma noticed a milkshake stand and in this warmth in the middle of the sun she felt like getting one, on top of that the stand looked really cute and they seemed to have a bunch of flavours all freshly made. Emma pointed to the stand asking, "Billy you also want a milkshake? They look really good." Billy did feel like getting a milkshake but he was sure Emma was close to being desperate by now, after all she mentioned she needed to pee but that was quite a while ago by now. He noticed she wasn't showing any signs of desperation though so either she really doesn't need to pee that bad or perhaps she is planning on letting go in her pants soon. Either way was fine for him as he noticed she was relaxed and just enjoying herself. He was enjoying the casual stroll and exploring through the ship instead of running around looking for a toilet that's open, he also needed to pee but it wasn't too bad yet. They waited a bit in line for their milkshake, it took some time as they were freshly made but man they looked so good! They both got their milkshake and started slowly strolling through central park while they started drinking through the straw. "Oh wow it's so good!" they both squeeled, However, with the second gulp the cold milkshake had an immediate effect on Emma's full bladder, she squirmed a little bit while walking. Her bladder started feeling uncomfortable, it didn't matter much as she had already made up her mind when they choose to play another game at the arcade, Emma was now walking slightly behind Billy as she tried to relax her bladder but noticed it was hard to do while walking. She pushed and a spurt dampened her panties while a shiver ran over her spine. She was still wearing her grey sweatpants shorts so she knew if she did another spurt it would probably start showing. There were people everywhere around them but she didn't hesitate, she pushed again, harder this time as she felt a long spurt going into her panties. She could immediately feel the warmth in her crotch and then quickly fade again as her pee soaked into her pants. She was sure this must be visible, she took a sip from her milkshake in her right hand and she felt her crotch with her left hand. Yep, definitely wet. While still walking behind Billy who hadn't noticed anything, she checked the stain on her shorts, she started to blush seeing what she had done, it wasn't big enough that it was obvious, but if someone would happen to glance at her crotch area they would definitely notice. It felt good though, her embarrassment was getting pushed away by excitement. Emma knew what she was about to do was gonna be visible to anyone, but she did it anyway. She placed her hand back on her crotch while still strolling and pushed hard, she could feel her stream enter her pants and soak her crotch, she could feel the warmth and wetness on her hand as it started to soak through the fabric, she was soaking her pants now but she didn't want to stop as it was feeling great. All her embarrassment had faded and she started pushing even harder. She could feel her warm pee run through her fingers and down her shorts, streaks of pee were running down her legs and now she also felt her butt getting wet. She had been holding her breath while pushing her pee in her pants and she finally ran out of breath so she stopped. She could feel her pee slowly soak downwards, dribbling down her legs. She felt amazing! So much better than holding it she thought as she sipped from her milkshake again. They passed an old couple sitting on a bench and she noticed their glance towards her crotch. She hadn't even looked at her wet shorts yet but obviously it must be really visible, she didn't care too much though. She was enjoying the wetness in her pants a lot and she was sure a few people must've noticed it already. She felt her bladder wanting to release on it's own now and just as she was about to release her stream into her already wet shorts she heard a kid with his mom shouting. "Mommy look that girl has peed in her shorts! Can i also pee in my pants?!" "No you can't! You need to hold as long as possible, we'll find you a toilet that's open soon!" the mom said while dragging away her son, "But mooooom, i really need to pee, can i let go now?!" "Not yet, keep holding!" "What about now?!" as their voices faded while they were walking in the opposite direction. "Haha poor kid." Billy said laughing, "Accident?" Of course Billy had noticed Emma's wet pants now. "My bladder started to feel uncomfortable when i started drinking that milkshake so i decided to let go," Emma felt like she could be honest with Billy as she continued, "So no accident, i let go on purpose." "haha no problem," Billy said with a grin, "i was already wondering why you were so calm earlier, but you do have some guts peeing your pants in the middle of central park i have to give you that." Emma was weirdly proud of what she had done with Billy praising her, she checked the damage on her shorts, as expected it was pretty bad, the whole front got soaked and it had run down her thighs. Atleast they were only shorts and not pants. But still very visible for anyone who would look at her. "Now that you don't need a toilet anymore, i need to pee as well and if i'm not mistaken if we cut through here i can pee sooner if you don't mind." Billy asked. "I don't mind, lets go" Emma answered while sipping from her milkshake again. They took somewhat of a shortcut and they ended on the side of the ship as Emma now saw what Billy had planned, he walked to the railing, and with a "aaaah" started relieving himself off the side of the ship. Emma now also went to the railing a few meters further, spread her legs wide, without hesitating and with a "aaaah" she let go as well. Her pants were getting further soaked as she was enjoying the feeling of warmth and wetness spreading everywhere. Streams of pee were running down her shorts splattering on the ground. Meanwhile she took another sip from her milkshake, relishing the moment. "You really don't mind peeing in your pants don't you?" Billy asked as he finished. "No, it's just embarrassing, but once i start peeing it seems my embarrassment usually fades a bit." Emma answered truthfully, "But honestly, it actually feels pretty good to do." Emma blushed admitting she actually enjoyed it while her stream subsided. "That's ok, you can enjoy it on the cruise, just make sure mom and dad don't see you do it on purpose" Billy said. They turned around and started walking back into the ship while leaving a puddle behind and Emma's shorts leaving a trail of droplets. "So what do you want to do next?" Emma asked joyfully and full of energy. Billy wondered, "Don't you want to change clothes first? our room isn't that far. Or do you not mind staying in your soggy shorts?" "I don't mind, also if it's ok..." Emma heavily started blushing now, "Can i keep peeing in my shorts until we go back to mom and dad for dinner?" "Hahahaha sure why not, that makes me think though, maybe i need to try it out as well sometime, to see how it feels." ______________________________________________ Next chapter will be featuring both, as Luna and Chloe cross paths once again with Emma and Billy! 😄
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    My toilet was broken and I had to piss so bad! I ended up wetting myself, which I learned makes me really horny. Now that I know how much I love the taste of my piss soaked panties, I don't feel as pressured to find a restroom when I need to pee. If I have another accident I can just play with my wet panties and make myself cum 🙂
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  9. Had two parties to attend yesterday…. First was with fresh oysters and wine from the south of France. Second was with hot wine, beer and bonfires … needless to say, I was pretty tipsy at the end of the night… and since there’s no bathrooms, I would casually find a bush. With a broken seal, then bush visits became more and more frequent. At the end, I assumed I could make the short walk home. Well, I couldn’t and peed myself walking up to my front door. Although I wasn’t planning to pee my pants, it was of course enjoyable 🙂
    5 points
  10. Someone posted this picture on the now-dead 8kun abdl message board last year. Supposedly, the story behind it is that they were at their sister's wedding and a friend of hers (the girl in the picture) was the photographer for the event. The person who shared this picture said they took other pictures of the girl, but they never shared the others, and I've thought about it ever since.
    5 points
  11. Some people wanted a part two so here it is, I will continue till the eventual wetting 😉
    5 points
  12. At least one of the characters in this list is 6 years old. Please stop asking people to draw children in explicit situations. I shouldn't need to ask this, and I won't again. Review the forums guidelines on fictional content after your 30-day suspension expires, https://www.omorashi.org/guidelines
    5 points
  13. It wasn't Omorashi at the time, but as I reflect on what happened I am getting omorashi feelings. Over Thanksgiving I spend the night at my mom's place. Now she knows that I still occasionally bedwet, after all I was still peeing my bed in HS, so she know I'm a bedwetter. I took mom out for sushi, we are not into the whole turkey and big dinner thing, and we had a great time. So back at the house I get ready for bed in my old room and my old bed. Yes it still has the plastic mattress cover and a waterproof mattress pad on it. mom knows her boy. We go to bed around 11 or 11:30 and it was a good sleep. But at around 6:30 I wake up to that sensation that all bedwetters know. Half awake and all is good at first. Then there is that feeling that something is not right and then the feeling of wetness. I had peed in my old bed like I was back in HS. Once I am in full realization that I had peed my bed I get up and like all bedwetters so check out the damage. Why do we do that?? we wet and know it. LOL. Its a medium wet area on the sheet and the front and left side of my shorts are wet along with my boxers under my shorts. I ball up the wet sheets and pads and leave my room and head to the washing machine when I come across mom who was already up. She sees me with my wet shorts and balled up sheets and just says, " washing soap is where it always has been. " then goes and makes some coffee. That moment was so awkward and kool at the same time. It def triggered my middle side and it got triggered even more as I walked back to the bathroom to get my shower. I hd just put my wet sheets and bed pad in the wash but did not start it since I had my wet boxers and shorts to put in too. As I walked back mom started to ask me what I wanted for breakfast after my shower. So there I am having a conversation with my mom as a grown man standing there in the kitchen in wet boxers and shorts. They felt cold and well wet and I was loving that feeling as I stood there. I then went to my room and grabbed some fresh boxes and shorts and went to take my shower. One final middle trigger was when I was crying my wet boxers and shorts to the wash to put in. Total flashback to the many many times of doing the same routine when in HS. So that was my Holiday bedwetting Omorashi experience this weekend.
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  14. A while back, some old friends of mine were reminiscing about our senior year field trip, which sparked an idea for a story. I didn't get around to finishing it at the time, but went back recently and did so, so I thought I'd share in case it's enjoyable for anyone else. My senior year, our school celebrated the graduating class by taking them on a trip to an amusement park. Personally, my ideal senior trip would be a day to stay home, but the day turned out much more interesting than I anticipated. We arrived at our school earlier than usual to load up on school buses. Despite it being the end of the year and summer, it was slightly chillier than usual that morning and people huddled together drinking their warm coffees. I would have done the same with my friends but we were assigned to buses in alphabetical order and I was quickly separated from them when the buses arrived. By some quirk, none of my close friends had last names close to mine, so I walked into the school bus alone and grabbed the first seat I saw that was empty, which was in the middle of the bus by a girl named Jocelyn. We didn’t run in the same crowd but she was considered a rather nice person and quickly smiled at me before turning back to her two friends sitting behind her. Despite the trip being nearly two hours to get to the amusement park, our school could only afford school buses, which there was some grumbling about. Certainly, a coach bus would have been nice to nap in. I looked around to double check if I knew anyone around me well enough to talk to them. In front of me were two rather catty girls I wanted nothing to do with and they wanted nothing to do with the rest of the bus, immediately going on social media and only talking amongst themselves. Across from them, diagonally to the right from me, was a girl I barely knew and her friend Leslie. Leslie was a wavy-haired girl known mostly for her academic achievements, but her baggy black jeans and unassuming top hid a more curvaceous body than most knew. I wasn’t close with her though and shifted away from my perverse thoughts and looked across the aisle. Imani sat closest to me with her boyfriend on the window aisle. Imani, an athletic Black girl who was both academically gifted and one of our star athletes, wore a school button-up - maybe she forgot we could dress casually, maybe she actually wanted to rep our otherwise rather unpopular school - and tan shorts and was already immersed in a playful argument with her boyfriend. Next to me, Jocelyn was kneeling on the seat so she could see above the back as she talked to her friends. This gave me a moment to admire the attractive, popular girl from her straight dark hair to her midriff, exposed between her white crop top and her high waisted blue jeans, to the curves of her ass due to her tight jeans. I also noticed all three girls sipping coffee from their thermos and a hint of a thought entered my brain… but I pushed it aside and pulled out my own phone to pass the time until we took off. As we started to move, I put away my phone to avoid carsickness and dozed for a bit as those around me chatted with their friends. By the time I really woke up, we were probably just under thirty minutes away from the amusement park. I noticed first that Jocelyn had stopped talking to her friends and was sitting quietly next to me, thermos empty and a little hunched over. I didn’t think too much about it at the moment and glanced around. Imani was sitting quietly as well, her legs crossed tightly and her rather strong muscles flexed. Her boyfriend was asleep and leaning against the window. Leslie’s foot was tapping the floor of the bus as she continued talking with her friend, and I finally allowed a thought to percolate to my brain - I had a feeling these girls who had chugged their coffees were in need of a bathroom. Not exactly the most brilliant deduction, but this was an exciting thought for my perverse brain. However, as I did not want to be known as a pervert, I quickly pushed these thoughts aside and focused on looking ahead to see where we were. Soon, though, movement in my peripheral vision to my left made me look over. I was greeted by the sight of Jocelyn bent over, both hands shoved in her crotch, and legs crossed tightly. I was unsure if it had to do with her desperation or her posture, but her bare midriff bulged slightly as she bounced her legs. It was undeniable what was going on. Jocelyn saw me looking and smiled weakly. “Sorry… I have to use the bathroom…” I tried to look comforting. “No worries, we’re almost there. We should have had coach buses with bathrooms too, but our school was too cheap I guess.” She nodded in agreement but was too focused on holding to respond further. I glanced around in order not to stare. Leslie had fallen silent as she continued to tap her feet while Imani rocked slightly as she hunched over with her legs crossed, her hands gripping her legs as she held them tightly in place. I looked back and Jocelyn was still hunched over, but her hands were out of her crotch and now tightly holding onto the edge of the bus seat. I was surprised she pulled her hands out, but the reason for it became clear as I heard a quiet “pfft.” Jocelyn blushed and focused on staring out the window, refusing to find out if I noticed as I smelled the relatively subtle fart. She was gripping the seat to press her ass into the seat, clearly needing to go both ways. A moment later, she squirmed as she pressed her ass down, but the focus on her bowels meant she must have leaked, because a wet spot the size of a coin appeared on her light blue jeans right where her crossed legs met her crotch. Soon after, a rather large bump along the road caused the wet spot to glisten, darken, and expand. Jocelyn looked down and tried her best to hold on, but at this point I could see the wet patch glisten and expand every few seconds. I was fascinated and frankly, immensely turned on watching and didn’t even pretend to be looking at anything else as I stared at the patch growing from just her crotch to halfway down her thighs. At one point, a spurt was long enough that I saw a puddle form before seeping down between her legs. Jocelyn had her eyes closed at this point and a trickle had begun running down the bus seat and onto the floor, though the puddle was small enough that no one else noticed yet. Unfortunately for Jocelyn, the bladder release did nothing for her bowels, and I heard another soft fart followed by a momentary crackle. Jocelyn involuntarily grunted as she leaned over harder, arms now holding her stomach. The scent of her burgeoning accident, still subtle, wafted to my nose and I wondered how there would be room for her escaping bowels as she ground her ass ever harder into the seat. The focus on her bowels clearly took her concentration away from her bladder as well and I heard a growing trickle as she began to pee in earnest. Her thighs glistened and the puddle beneath her grew in size. My own shoes were now dangerously close to her puddle, though I made no effort to move my feet. The trajectory of her urine trickling to her ass before running off the bus seat and dripping off the edge to the floor meant my own pants were safe from her accident. She finally looked over at me, knowing there was no hiding her accident. Her eyes watered a little with shame and embarrassment. “I’m so sorry… I couldn’t hold it…” I really did feel for her in that moment and instinctively put one of my arms around her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it… it happens. I’m not judging at all.” She stiffened under my touch momentarily but then relaxed, leaning her head against my shoulder. However, with my arm around her shoulder, when we went over another bump, I accidentally pulled her closer to me. The left side of her ass lifted off the seat for a moment and a louder fart escaped this time. She buried her face on my shirt in embarrassment as I heard her finish messing herself, the rest of her load escaping in one final woosh. She stayed leaning to the right to avoid entirely sitting on her load and looked up. “What am I going to do… we have to get off the bus soon.” I took my arm off from around her shoulder and took off my red school sweatshirt, revealing a plain t-shirt underneath. I handed it to her. “Wrap this up around your waist… Keep it for the rest of the day.” She hesitated. “Are you sure? They’re going to get dirty…” I nodded. “I don’t mind. Seriously.” She took the sweatshirt and gave me a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. She blushed again. “Sorry… you probably don’t want a kiss from a girl who just had an accident.” I looked her in the eyes. She had no idea this was doing the opposite of grossing me out. I didn’t have any words but instead kissed her chastely on the lips. I didn’t want to overplay my hand, but in that moment I thought the brown-eyed girl was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. I had my own embarrassing bulge in my pants I hoped she hadn’t noticed. She, however, was busy being surprised by my kiss and returned with a deeper one and we made out for a minute before she pulled away and said, “We’re pulling into the lot…” I looked around and saw we indeed were outside the amusement park. I also looked to see if anyone noticed us, but everyone was preoccupied admiring the park. Imani was still desperate to go, and it seemed her boyfriend had just woken up and was trying to comfort her as well as she doubled over with her hands in her crotch. When she pulled her hands out, I noticed a small wet spot, easily visible on the light tan shorts. I remembered Leslie was desperate as well and to my surprise, saw a similar puddle to Jocelyn’s at Leslie’s feet. From where I was sitting, though, Leslie’s black jeans seemed to give away no other sign that she had wet herself already. For a moment I wished I had witnessed the wetting directly, but making out with Jocelyn was worth it. The bus soon parked outside the main entrance and Jocelyn stood up, wrapping the sweatshirt around her. She showed me her behind before turning back and asking me, “How does it look?” The sweatshirt fully covered the wet spot and presumable bulge that was there. Given the seated position, the wet patch was likely contained to the seat of her pants and her upper thighs. On the front, the wetness was minimal as she was seated, though if the ends of the arms of the sweatshirts moved aside, one could see a clear wet spot on her crotch and a little bit on the thighs. I said, “You’re in the clear… just keep the sleeves of the sweatshirt where they are now.” The bus doors opened and people began to exit. I watched Leslie keenly as she stood and could just faintly tell the seat of her pants was darker than the rest of her black jeans. Another surprise revealed itself as she took a step towards the exit. The black jeans were not skin tight, but when she walked, a slight bulge was revealed and I realized she must have messed herself as well. To do so subtly and quietly… I was impressed. Imani was next to step out, and before her boyfriend could shield her rear end, I saw a wet patch the size of a fist and her ass was also clearly tightly clenched. They quickly stepped off the bus and I let Jocelyn off, walking behind her as an additional layer of protection (much like Imani’s boyfriend). We lined up at the entrance, waiting to be waved through by security. Jocelyn’s friends made small talk with her and myself as we waited in line, but they could tell Jocelyn was more reserved than usual and generally left her alone. The conversation did give Jocelyn some confidence, though, that folks weren’t going to immediately notice her accident. Leslie’s own accident was less and less obvious as her jeans dried in the sun, the temperature much warmer than the morning. I still glanced over for glimpses of the hint of a bulge that revealed itself when she stepped forward. Leslie’s refusal to show any awkwardness over her accident was just as much a turn-on as Jocelyn’s accident. Meanwhile, Imani was struggling much more as she hadn’t had much release on the bus. From behind, I easily saw when trickles escaped and ran down her thighs. First, one went down her left leg to the back of her knee. Next, another escaped on her right side as the left trickle grew to her ankle. A few steps further up and both trickles grew and droplets appeared on the pavement. Her boyfriend kept his arm around her, comforting her, but she couldn’t help as she began to wet herself in earnest in spurts. Her tan shorts were clearly wet, with a sort of triangle below the wet circle that occurred when she was on the bus. Her downfall came a few steps later, though, when I saw a bulge appear in the seat of her pants. Despite her tightly clenched ass, a load was clearly escaping regardless. It was first the size of a couple knuckles, but it soon grew to a golf ball, then a small orange. Each growth led to renewed peeing and she was leaving fist-sized puddles on the pavement now. I stared, fascinated by the way the bulge grew and how she peed in symmetry with her bowels. Her shorts showed clear pantylines, and the full cut panties she had clearly chosen at least paid off in containing her growing accident. A few others behind us almost certainly were watching the accident as well, but I couldn’t see Imani’s face from behind. I imagine she was mortified and I felt a pang of guilt for enjoying the show. After a couple more minutes of waiting and more leaks, Imani finally completely released. A loud fart escaped - loud enough to cause Leslie to turn around in surprise, finally noticing Imani’s accident - and the bulge seemingly doubled in size in just a couple seconds. Piss flowed freely down Imani’s legs, creating a sizable puddle on the asphalt. Leslie immediately went to comfort Imani, along with her boyfriend and Jocelyn. Leslie whispered something to Imani and Jocelyn pointed to my sweatshirt around her waist. Imani then took off her button-up, revealing a sports bra and her muscular abs. She wrapped the shirt around her waist the same way Jocelyn wrapped my sweatshirt and it did genuinely do a good job at hiding her accident. Since she had shorts, once she wiped down her legs a bit with her hands, the staining was concentrated in a small area. Her bulge was large enough I could tell while staring even through her shirt, but few would look that closely. I imagine it was a strange experience for the three girls to walk through the metal detector with accidents in their pants, but of course that did not set off any security and they were waved through, the guards likely not even looking closely enough to notice their accidents. However, once inside, a teacher confronted Imani. Ms. Boone was known as a rule follower and a mean teacher, and she immediately began telling Imani to put her shirt back on, claiming a sports bra was against school policy. A back and forth argument ensued, drawing a small crowd of our fellow students. Finally, Imani, in tears, took the shirt from around her waist and around her shoulders instead, revealing her accident. Ms. Boone made no comment on the accident and merely smiled smugly, stating, “Now you’re in dress code.” Ms. Boone walked away, her own tight windbreaker and black leggings showing off her own curves. Her walk even seemed condescending, and students in the crowd whispered to each other. Many came up to comfort Imani, calling Ms. Boone a bitch and other names. I, for one, was glad public opinion was on Imani’s side and it seemed no one judged her for her accident. Her boyfriend soon pulled her away from the crowd, though, presumably to help her clean up. Leslie, too, made a beeline to the nearest bathroom. I turned to Jocelyn and asked, “Should we go get you cleaned up?” Jocelyn nodded. She turned to her friends. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later.” Her friends gave me a lingering look then smiled at her and walked away. I’m sure they thought we were escaping to hook up and that explained her newfound attention to me… Little did they know there was something else she had to take care of first! I said, “A bunch of students are going to the closest bathroom, let’s find one further away to get some privacy.” She nodded and we walked in silence through the park, not even looking at the rides. My sweatshirt did a good job of hiding her accident, though, and no one paid us any mind. We found a bathroom tucked away in a back corner of the amusement park and even better, it was a single occupancy bathroom. She stepped inside while I stood outside, not wanting to overstep my bounds. She turned around. “Would you mind… coming inside with me?” I said yes, thinking secretly, “That’s actually exactly what I wanted to hear.” I stepped in and closed and locked the door. She took off the sweatshirt and looked mournfully at the wet and slightly brown patch on the inside. I took it and threw it in the sink, not caring about the stain. I looked down and saw the entire rear end and upper half of her thighs were soaked from behind, in addition to a small portion of her crotch in the front. The tight jeans meant the bulge from her mess wasn’t too obvious, but you could tell between the left and right pantylines there was a bulge, drooping more to the left than the right. The wetness meant a brown stain had seeped through, too, about the size of the fist. Jocelyn looked in the mirror before unbuttoning her jeans. She gingerly pulled her jeans down, revealing purple hipster panties that were dark & soaked at the crotch and halfway up the ass and a slightly flattened load that threatened to spill out of the leg holes of her underwear. She gingerly waddled over to the toilet and dumped out her load before pulling her panties back up and flushing. I’m sure her panties and ass were still messy, but she seemed to think it was a lost cause to try to clean it up. She looked at me mournfully. “I’m sorry, this probably isn’t very sexy…” I didn’t say anything and merely strode over and kissed her as she stood there, messy and wet panties on and jeans around her knees. She returned the kiss and we made out passionately in the bathroom, too young and horny to realize what an unflattering setting it was. Soon, I was fingering her through her wet panties, the wet cotton driving me crazy. She paused for a moment, likely embarrassed I was touching her urine-soaked underwear, but her arousal took over and she let me finger her until her knees buckled slightly and she came. I felt a renewed wetness on my fingers. I was unsure what it was but I enjoyed the moment anyway. She came to her senses and pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down before sitting me on the toilet. She got on her knees and blew me. She was clearly not a rookie at this - I wouldn’t know, having not been around the popular kids much! - and I certainly was not complaining. After all I had seen and experienced today, I came in record time. Jocelyn swallowed then we both pulled our jeans up, slowly returning to our senses. She put my sweatshirt back around her waist and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “Hopefully that pays you back for helping me so much… Do you mind if I keep this sweatshirt? I can give it back at the end of the day.” I nodded, not even put together enough to say words. We exchanged smiles one more time before stepping out of the bathroom, hoping no one noticed us both being in there. She returned to her friend group and I headed to the food court, feeling hungry for an early lunch. A couple of my friends were thinking the same thing and already seated. They waved me over and I stopped by to say hi before waiting in line to get a typical amusement park lunch - hot dog, fries, soda. I rejoined my friends and put the memories of my morning aside for a moment, eating my food and enjoying the company. My… interests, however, reared their head again when I saw Ms. Boone step away from her food for a moment to tell off a student for running in the food court - yet another rule no one cared about in the middle of an amusement park. A couple students hurriedly walk past and I thought I saw someone dump a packet into Ms. Boone’s open thermos… a few other students perked their eyes at the sight, but no one said a thing when Ms. Boone returned. I thought to myself, “Why would Ms. Boone keep working as a teacher when no one liked her… Here were students committing a literal crime against her, and none of us would rat them out.” There were some excited whispers from our friend group after seeing that, but obviously there was no immediate outcome - she sipped her drink, none the wiser, and we’d have to wait until later in the day to see if there was indeed anything put in her drink and what it was. Another sight caught my interest, though, as we finished our food and planned which ride to try out. The table next to ours had a group of girls eating and laughing, like us, but they drew my attention when one, a short Latina girl named Gabriela, was laughing particularly hard. I wasn’t sure what she was laughing at, but after a moment she wheezed between high-pitched laughing fits, “Help… I’m peeing…” I looked down beneath her ass on the picnic table. Indeed, a puddle formed as a clear stream flowed through the holes in the metal bench. My friends giggled and whispered to each other at the sight, but as they were normal people, they quickly moved onto a new conversation. I kept glancing as Gabriela finished peeing, laughing all the while. The steady stream slowed to a trickle, ending with several short spurts. The puddle surrounded her feet and her friends had scooted over to avoid the damage. Gabriela stood up, her tight black leggings practically see-thru and clearly showing a white thong. She spun 360 and bent over for her friends. “Is it obvious?” From where I sat, I could see the outline of a wet patch and it made the leggings more translucent than ever, but it wasn’t so obvious every bystander would notice. Her friends said essentially the same - one could only notice if one was looking closely - and Gabriela shrugged and she and her friends went off to ride rollercoasters as if nothing had happened. My hyperactive imagination wondered if her damp leggings would leave visible evidence on the seat of the rides she’d go on this afternoon… My friends soon after also got up to check out the rides. I promised I would join them in a second but first had to pee myself, having not gone since before we got on the bus. I went to the closest bathroom and was greeted with a line. There were two open arches facing away from each other, one the men’s and one the women’s. This format meant the line from inside the bathroom extended outside, and I was behind about five guys outside the arch while there were about ten women. While the men’s line moved quickly, aided by the presence of urinals, the line was long enough it gave me time to glance at the women’s line. Most were people I didn’t know and had no massive signs of desperation - occasional crossed legs, tapping foot - but the third in line was a girl I knew a little. She was a skinny and quiet goth-presenting girl named Demi, and her dark hair and shadowy make-up today was no different, though she dressed in the uniform khakis for once. Despite her reserved personality, she must have been extremely desperate as she blatantly held her crotch and crossed her legs, bouncing in place. She looked extremely embarrassed but refused to make eye contact with anyone else, though I tried to smile reassuringly to her. Soon, though, I was inside and able to do my business but unable to see Demi. After my uneventful trip inside the bathroom, I stepped out and saw Demi was still in line and still outside. The women’s line was moving slowly, even by standards of women’s lines. Demi was hunched over, clearly at her wit’s end. I realized it would be weird for me to stand there and stare, but I was given an excuse in a second when Ms. Boone stormed past the line into the bathroom. At first I thought that she maybe had to go and was flexing her power, but she looked angry, not worried. I heard banging, and soon after Ms. Boone was dragging a girl, Isabelle, out of the bathroom. Ms. Boone shouted, “You’ve held up this line for too long. Everyone’s been reporting a stall has been occupied for ages and it reeks of weed. I know you’re vaping in there, hand it over!” Isabel, an admittedly well known stoner, meekly handed over her e-cigarette from her hoodie pocket (I noted, bemused, that if she was using an e-cigarette, “reeking of weed” had to have been hyperbole by Ms. Boone, but I suppose now wasn’t the time to get into an argument). Ms. Boone commanded, “Alright, now to the bus. You’ll wait there and I’ll call your parents.” Isabel whined, “Okay, but I didn’t actually pee yet, can I pee first?” While no one liked Ms. Boone, it was absurd that she took the stall for so long and didn’t even pee and the other women in line rolled their eyes at her. Ms. Boone said, incredulous, “Absolutely not, you’ve used up enough time in there. Let’s go.” I was unsure if Isabel was truly desperate or just being a brat at Ms. Boone, but in response she stood in front of the crowd and peed freely, the ripped black jeans glistening for a moment while a puddle grew on the sidewalk cement. This show was also too much for Demi, and I saw a dark patch appear on her khakis around her hands that were thrust into her crotch. As her own accident grew and flowed down her pants, Demi sidled into the inside of the women’s bathroom and out of view. Fortunately, everyone else’s attention was on Isabel. If Isabel was looking for sympathy, she didn’t get it. I took a moment to glance at the glistening on Isabel’s pale legs visible through the rips and holes of her jeans. Ms. Boone said, “Well, now you don’t need the bathroom. Come with me.” As they marched away and I followed suit so I didn’t look TOO interested in things (though I took a moment to stare at the two foot wide puddle Isabel left behind, along with visible wet footprints), I noticed the black jeans hid Isabel’s accident quite well now that she wasn’t actively soaking her pants. Demi, on the other hand, would have a harder time hiding her accident. I felt bad, thinking of the embarrassing afternoon awaiting her, but she must have done a good job hiding, because I didn’t see her again until the lines for the buses. At that point, her pants were dried and aside from a faint outline around her crotch, rear, and thighs, her accident wasn’t visible. There were two other incidents, one small and one major, that caught my interest. One was while I was awaiting the drop tower. As I was in line, a brown-haired short but athletic girl from my grade, Brittany, left the ride laughing with her friends. I heard her friends saying, “I cannot believe you peed on that ride.” I was surprised, too, since Brittany was a boisterous girl and I couldn’t imagine she was scared. She said, loud enough for those of us in line to hear, “I don’t know what happened, we dropped and I just couldn’t help it!” She didn’t seem embarrassed, and her black track pants honestly didn’t show any visible sign of an accident. I thought I saw maybe a darker patch on her rear or some faint wet reflection of the sunlight, but it was probably just hopeful thinking. Either way, Brittany didn’t seem embarrassed and nothing else came of it other than the ride was paused as they cleaned her seat. I did have some lingering thoughts about how Brittany went the rest of the day in presumably soaked underwear, and I wished I could see what was under her track pants. The second incident occurred as the day was approaching the end. I had ridden all the rides I wanted, and at this point I was just sitting on a bench with a couple friends, talking about nothing in particular. As we talked, more and more students congregated near us so they wouldn’t miss the bus, since we were close to the entrance/exit. This was when I saw Demi’s dried but faint outline. Leslie and Gabriela passed by me as well, though I saw no evidence of their previous accidents on their dark colored clothing. I noticed Imani & Jocelyn arrive next. Imani’s shorts had dried and there was only a hint of her wetting herself, a slight line outlining the former wet patch. However, the slightly darker brown stain about the size of a dollar bill was noticeable if one checked out her ass, as I did, though there was no bulge anymore. No one paid her mind, people still blaming Ms. Boone for her embarrassment. Jocelyn was wearing my sweatshirt around her waist still and gave me a shy smile when she passed me, which I returned (I think… I at least hope it was a cute smile). It did a good job of hiding any potential evidence of an accident. The real show was when Ms. Boone arrived. She was speedwalking through the crowd of waiting students. I wondered where she was in a rush to, then I realized she was headed straight to the bathrooms at the entrance. As Boone passed me, I saw her rather voluptuous ass was clenched in her leggings, the outline of a thong visible. Imani’s boyfriend saw her next and got his friends’ attention before making his way to her path. Ms. Boone passed by a particularly dense group of students, not keen to give her any sort of respect or space, and Imani’s boyfriend took the opportunity to stick out his foot and trip Boone. It worked, and she had no idea which student had done it as she flew forward and towards the ground. Everyone heard a massive fart as she fell in surprise, fortunately catching herself with her hands and avoiding any injury. However, the fall was too much for her self-control and the crowd made a circle around her as she farted again and an unmistakable bulge formed, bypassing her thong. She laid still on her front, frozen in shock, as all the students witnessed her actively mess herself. The bulge grew upward at first before settling between her legs. You could watch the first solid turd curl up, followed by another, and the crackling & farting sounds were obvious for all to hear. After the solid load was emptied, Ms. Boone finally collected herself enough to get back on her feet, but as she did it another loud fart echoed and she let loose another load of looser, wetter poop. There was no doubt now she was spiked with laxatives. Additionally, the front of her leggings glistened and there was a wet patch on the ground where she laid the size of a dinner plate. Students around her, having no sympathy due to her earlier actions in the day and her general lack of sympathy throughout the school year, filmed her and laughed, and Ms. Boone had tears in her eyes as she speed walked to the bathroom, her legs glistening as she peed and her bulge drooping as she kept loudly messing herself. The less solid load and thong meant you could see the bulge expand down her thighs as she finally reached the bathroom. The students at my school, including the friends I was sitting with, were cheering and laughing, with my friend sitting next to me high fiving. I had no sympathy for her either, but I was a little more muted in my laughing because I was hiding my massive arousal. Eventually the crowd died down and began filing its way out to the buses and I was also in a decent enough state to get up from the bench. We were mostly on the same buses, but Jocelyn came by to tell me she was going to join some friends on a different bus. She asked if I wanted my hoodie back and that she could wash it and return it, and I said she could either keep it or I don’t mind taking it back now and washing it. She may have picked up on my intentions, because she gave me a wry smile then handed me my hoodie. As she walked away, I couldn’t see much evidence of her wetting, but could see a faint brown patch from her messing. I saw a similar stain on my hoodie, which I was more than happy to see. It certainly wasn’t in a position for me to put it on. I couldn’t smell anything, which is good - otherwise people might think I had an accident - but the pervert in me hoped if I got a closer whiff, I could smell the evidence of Jocelyn’s accident. However, I wasn’t about to huff my own hoodie while in line in front of a bunch of other students. Since Jocelyn and a few others had swapped buses, the seats were slightly jumbled and by the time I got on, the closest free seat was the front row behind the driver. Across the aisle were two girls, Destiny and Diana. They were friends through playing softball together. Meanwhile, there was one extra row in front of Destiny & Diana’s seat (that didn’t exist on my side of the aisle because of the driver’s seat) and it was taken up by supplies and one of our PE teachers, Ms. Romo. Ms. Romo, a fit Latina woman with her slightly messy hair in a bun, was wearing a school-themed t-shirt and athletic shorts. Destiny, a skinny and toned light-skinned Black girl, was wearing tight black biker shorts and a white t-shirt while Diana, a curvier brunette, wore a black t-shirt and ripped light blue “mom” jeans (in that they were a bit looser fitting). Since I didn’t really know them, I paid them no mind and vice versa and by the time we got on the highway, I had fallen asleep and napped for most of the ride back. When I woke up, we were getting off the highway and I was a little surprised to see the show awaiting me. Diana was hunched over, hugging her own stomach, while Destiny had her hands thrust in her lap and was tapping her feet rapidly. I had a whole seat to myself, so I leaned back against the window in a way where I could pretend I was scrolling through my phone but kept Destiny & Diana in my sight. Diana winced as she bent forward even more. I immediately thought she must have farted - or more - but with the bus engine running and kids laughing and talking throughout, I didn’t hear anything. A moment later, I thought I smelled the faint hint of a fart, confirming my suspicions. I thought maybe Destiny would react to it, but she was too busy rocking back and forth as she held herself. Destiny sat closer to me by the aisle, so I could see her toned legs, exposed by her tight biker shorts, bouncing rapidly as she concentrated on holding back a flood. Now on the city roads, the bus had to brake and accelerate for traffic & traffic lights. We weren’t on the smooth highway asphalt and the city roads varied widely in quality. This was demonstrated by a particularly bad pothole that caused multiple people to bounce in their seats. I felt the back of my head hit the window, and I flinched in pain as I rubbed the back of my head. I didn’t lose line of sight with the two girls, though, and I saw they fared even worse than me. Destiny clearly leaked, a trickle flowing down the front of her bus seat - the material absorbing nothing. Diana bounced forward when the bus hit the pothole, since she was already leaning forward. With her arms around her stomach, she couldn’t brace herself and lightly hit her forehead against the seat in front of her. She put her hands on her head in surprise and pain, but her facial expression quickly turned from pain to shock. She froze before leaning over to her left a little. I couldn’t see any details, but I was pretty sure she was losing control and lifting her rear off the seat a little to avoid a messier, crushed load. She buried her face in her hands. Destiny must have realized what was happening and pulled her hands out of her crotch. I could see they were glistening wet and she took a moment to dry them on her biker shorts before putting her arm around Diana, whispering something to her. The change in position and removing her hands was the last straw for her, and as she comforted Diana I could see a growing trickle flow down from beneath Destiny to the front of her bus seat and onto the bus floor. A puddle grew from a few droplets to over a foot wide, sloshing back and forth slightly with the bus’s movement. Diana’s accident was confirmed as I slowly started to smell the unmistakable scent of a fresh load. For the next few minutes, the scent was faint, but after a few more minutes, the scent became significantly stronger. My first thought was Diana let more go, but regardless of the reason, it was now strong enough there were a few comments and whispers from the rest of the bus. Finally, someone shouted, “What is that smell? Who shit themselves?!” The bus erupted in laughter. Despite no one knowing it was Diana yet, she looked close to tears. Destiny held Diana closer and whispered something, presumably comforting her. They talked in hushed whispers for a little longer before Destiny grabbed the top of the seat in front of her and hoisted herself to a half-standing position. With her butt off the seat, I could see the glistening of the bus seat surface and her black shorts from her earlier wetting. I had a suspicion of what Destiny would do, but even I scarcely believed it as I saw her bear down slightly and a slight bulge appear, the tight thin material doing nothing to hide the act. Diana looked shocked, too, as the bulge grew. At this point, we were pulling up to the school parking lot where we would either get in our cars or get picked up, and Destiny finished messing herself - leaving a very obvious bulge the size of an orange in her tight shorts. What a good friend Destiny was, I thought. Finally, the bus doors opened and Ms. Romo got up first and rushed off the bus. I thought she would wait to help other teachers clear out the bus, but as she stepped off, I saw a glimpse of a rather obvious bulge in the seat of her blue athletic shorts as well. THAT must explain the stronger smell soon after Diana first had her accident… Diana got off next, with Destiny blocking the view. I was close enough though that I saw a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on her jeans - even though it wasn’t a full wetting, she clearly must have peed some when she pooped. Her jeans were rather loose around the legs, but Diana’s curvaceous butt pressed against her jeans enough that I could make out the bulge as well. It wasn’t nearly as obvious as Destiny’s, who stepped out next. A couple people saw her obvious accident and began to giggle, but I decided to be a good Samaritan and immediately got up behind her and blocked the view. Well, to be honest, I also got up to get out as quickly as possible so no one else on the bus would see the major bulge I was hiding in the front… Fortunately for me the driver was busy talking to the other bus driver out of the window and the ladies in front of me didn’t look back. Ms. Romo, Diana, & Destiny eventually disappeared to their cars - along with another teacher, Ms. Mathers, a mid-twenties woman with dirty blonde hair whose tight blue jeans sported a wet spot that grew from a subtle line up the seams of her jeans to a growing patch extending from below her rather plump rear down her thighs as she hurried to her car before anyone else noticed. I knew I had a while to wait before my parents could pick me up and I needed to hide my obvious arousal, so I sat on the curb, hand on my lap, while others either got to their cars or got picked up. Dismissal was a hectic affair, with at least three staff - Romo, Mathers, & Boone - already gone and not helping with traffic or coordination. Eventually, though, the crowd dwindled until it was myself and two other girls waiting for their rides and two teachers who finished off the dismissal process. Girl number 1 was Danielle, a short straight-haired brunette with a pretty face. She was wearing somewhat form-fitting army green pants that seemed halfway between cargo pants and khakis. They were still tight enough to show a clear pantyline, made more obvious by the consistent leg crossing. Her white shirt was tied up in a way that revealed her toned midriff, but I was too busy glancing at her ass, which in addition to being quite attractive seemed to clench subtly at times. These signs were obvious to me but maybe not too obvious, which was unsurprising - Danielle was a feminine and popular girl who cared about how people perceived her. Ava was girl number 2, and she was a tall Latina who played on our basketball team, a fact she showed off with her team shirt, which was white. To match, she wore white sweatpants that were also tight enough to show off her full cut pantylines as well. Despite both being obvious in their desperation, Ava was almost showing it off, dancing in place and pacing while she openly held her crotch. She was always an exuberant character, so clearly she felt no embarrassment with her over the top mannerisms. The two remaining teachers couldn’t be more different. Ms. Holly was a blonde sports coach and clearly decided to stay comfortable, her muscular arms on show with her tank top and her similarly muscular legs and ass showing off through her black leggings. Ms. Cherry was a brunette English teacher and dressed the part, with a white blouse going with blue semi-formal khakis. Despite Ms. Cherry’s more conservative outfit, I always secretly admired her rather well rounded ass, and two years straight with her meant I knew she always wore more conservative, full cut panties with clear pantylines through her pants (something I always rather liked to see, personally), and today was no exception. Ms. Holly, on the other hand, must have been wearing either a thong or no panties at all, as her leggings didn’t show a hint of a pantyline. The two teachers came up to us three seniors - myself sitting on the curb and the two women each three feet apart to my left. Ms. Cherry asked, “Do you know when your ride is coming?” Ava said, “My mom doesn’t get off work for another hour.” I nodded the same. Danielle said, “My mom decided not to pick me up so I had to text my sister, she’ll be here soon.” Danielle’s voice cracked towards the end of the sentence and she buckled a little, bending at the knees. Ms. Holly looked her up and down for a moment and then said, “Let’s see if we can get into the building then, because I gotta pee.” I decided Ms. Holly must not have been wearing panties at all because when she mentioned having to pee, I instinctively looked down at her crotch and saw she had a very obvious cameltoe. Obliviousness or a bit of naughtiness on her part, I didn’t know… Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry walked up to the building and to their surprise and happiness, the badge worked. When we turned to look, I could see why Ms. Holly had suggested it and looked Danielle up and down. A subtle but visible wet spot the size of a half dollar coin was present right at the crotch of her army green pants. The two teachers beckoned us in but I said I was fine and Danielle said her sister would be here soon, but Ava gladly came in with them. While the others were inside, Danielle and I waited in silence, myself sitting on the curb while Danielle stood to my left. With no one else around, Danielle openly stood with her legs tightly crossed and her hands in her crotch. I pretended not to notice as I tried to watch with my peripheral vision. After a couple minutes, though, I heard a quiet, high pitched “eep” and couldn’t help but look over. Danielle was now facing away from me, clearly in the middle of turning around but frozen in shock. I realized why she was frozen by a now visible wet spot from behind, going down her thighs an inch, and a subtly visible initial bulge. The bulge grew a little as the wet spot darkened and this jolted Danielle into action. She finished turning around and shuffled over with a hand in her crotch to a patch of grass between the sidewalk and the school building. Facing away from me, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down the moment she was over the grass. She then made her way behind a bush, blocking her from anyone who may be in the parking lot (though I don’t think there was anyone), but my angle still had clear line of sight. She pulled her pants down, revealing her white panties that sported a clear wet spot and slightly brown bulge. She then pulled down her panties and squatted, peeing even before she was fully squatted. She dumped out the small load in her panties as she pooped involuntarily too, and I watched, fascinated by my view of Danielle from behind. Eventually, though, she remembered to look around and I hurriedly looked away, pretending not to notice. I wasn’t sure if she bought it, but I was content to listen to her finish peeing and pooping, a hiss clearly audible from where I was sitting, along with the occasional soft fart. Eventually, I heard Danielle stand up and zip up her pants, and she returned to the sidewalk. I glanced over for a moment and saw a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on the front of her pants, but looked away before she noticed me staring. We stood in silence again until her sister arrived a couple minutes later, and Danielle sheepishly stepped into the front seat. Her rear no longer had a bulge or evidence of the beginnings of her messing accident, though it showed a clear wet spot as well. I could imagine her white panties were quite messy, though, with her inability to wipe herself, and that thought drove me a little crazy with arousal. Fortunately, I had calmed down by the time Ms. Cherry, Ms. Holly, and Ava had returned. Calm enough that I didn’t look guilty as Ms. Holly approached me. “The bathroom were locked inside so we’re going to drive Ava home instead of making her wait. Do you want a ride too?” Despite Ms. Holly’s best attempt at a teacher voice, sitting on the curb meant I was eye level with her obvious cameltoe and had front row seats to her knees slightly buckling as she tried to suppress a wave of desperation. She failed slightly, as a one second spurt escaped her. It was extremely obvious from where I sat, because her tight leggings did almost nothing to soak it up. Her cameltoe glistened for a split second before the spurt escaped entirely, shooting through her leggings and spattering on the ground right in front of me. I pretended not to notice as I said, “A ride would be much appreciated, I don’t know when anyone can pick me up.” Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry led us to Ms. Cherry’s car, a four door sedan. We got in, Ms. Cherry in the driver’s seat, Ms. Holly in the front passenger’s seat, and myself & Ava in the back seats with myself behind Ms. Cherry and Ava behind Ms. Holly. We were soon on our way, with us headed to Ava’s house first. I did my best to avoid drawing attention to myself, but I couldn’t help but keep Ms. Holly & Ava in my peripheral vision. Ava was openly holding herself with her legs crossed, her tall figure hunched over in her seat. Her right foot, swinging wildly as it crossed over her left leg, made her desperation clear for all to see. Ms. Holly wasn’t openly holding herself, but her legs were tightly crossed as well and I knew already she was on the brink of totally losing control. With the focus on holding themselves, we rode in silence for the bulk of the ride. I sat back and tried to surreptitiously enjoy the view, and about halfway to Ava’s house, the plot thickened. A rather loud fart pierced the silence, and it came from directly on front of me. Ms. Cherry immediately squeaked, “Sorry!” and rolled down the window, though I could still smell that it was a rather pungent fart. Ava chimed in, “Don’t worry about it!” Then she released a fart herself, rolling down her window too. Ms. Holly & Ava glanced at me and mistook my fascination for consternation and began giggling as Ava apologized to me. I mumbled, “It’s fine, no worries,” but the two kept giggling at the bizarre situation and out of nervous embarrassment. After a few seconds, though, Ms. Holly stopped giggling suddenly and thrust her hands in her crotch and I knew she must have leaked again. Ava, too, renewed her grip on her crotch, though I saw no evidence of her losing control yet. This limbo of desperation continued until we pulled up to Ava’s home. Ava almost yanked the door open before the car came to a full stop and hurriedly said, “Thankyousomuchbyeseeyouatgraduation” then practically jumped out of the car. Staring intently, I saw just the hint of a wet spot on her rear and a growing bulge appearing. She must have been turtleheading throughout the car ride and couldn’t hold it back without her ass pressed against the set. The tight white sweatpants easily showed her pantylines, so a messy bulge had nowhere to hide as it grew while she hurried down the path to her front door. The white color began to show a faint brown stain as the growing bulge was joined by a dark wet patch growing down her legs, and Ava was still in the midst of an accident when she got her door open and got inside. At this point, too, Ms. Cherry started off driving to my house and I wasn’t sure if the two teachers saw Ava’s accident, though the imagery was as plain as day in my memory bank. Additionally, I tried to subtly swipe a feel of where Ava formerly sat and felt a tiniest hint of a wet patch, confirming what I saw. We drove in silence, but the excitement of knowing two of my attractive teachers were losing it made the drive fly by. While I couldn’t see Ms. Cherry, I could hear her involuntarily fart a couple more times, and I could see directly at Ms. Holly’s lap from my angle diagonal to her. Ms. Holly was focused on staring ahead out the window, so I threw out all decorum and stared at her tightly clenched crotch, knowing it was damp against her pussy. I was rewarded by the sight, 5 minutes in, to a renewed glisten on her crotch as Ms. Holly hunched forward in desperation. This spurt was intense enough that I saw a momentary puddle form on her crotch before it seeped between her legs to under her ass. This glistening spurt occurred one more time before we arrived at my house. I opened the car door, about to say my thanks for the ride, before Ms. Cherry asked me something I never dreamed of hearing. She said, “Is anyone home with you?” I wasn’t sure her intentions but I said, “No, mom’s still at work. I don’t have any siblings.” Ms. Cherry continued, “Okay, so this is super unprofessional… but can we come in to use your bathroom? I’m so sorry to ask.” I was actually more than happy to continue the show, but I tried to stay calm. “Of course, no worries. I’ll unlock the door and wait for you to park.” I was grateful for the time away as Ms. Cherry more formally parked the car on the street so I could adjust my boner, tucking it upwards against my boxer brief waistband. I tried to glance down and was satisfied it wasn’t visible before holding the door open for Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry, who were now walking down the path from the sidewalk to my house’s main entrance. Ms. Holly’s black leggings didn’t show too much but they glistened faintly around the crotch and thighs and I imagine the car seat beneath her must have been quite wet. Ms. Cherry’s blue pants didn’t show a leak yet, though when she passed me I could tell her ass remained tightly clenched as she held on for dear life. Ms. Holly’s tight black leggings left nothing to the imagination later, and I could see the smallest of bulges as she was turtleheading, her lack of underwear meaning the head of her turd pressed directly against the tight, stretchy material. I followed them in and directed them down the hall to the bathroom, where Ms. Holly hurried into as the glistening wet patch ran down her thighs and her bulge grew from a tiny bump to a couple inches to nearly a fist as she closed the door. We could hear hissing and tinkling as Ms. Holly peed, along with a loud splash as she must have emptied her messy leggings, followed by more splashes. The audio must have been torture for Ms. Cherry, who now dropped all pretense and openly held herself as she fidgeted and waited. We could hear Ms. Holly finally switch to the toilet paper as she began the tedious work of cleaning herself up, but it was too late for Ms. Cherry. Standing in front of me, her blue khakis showed every step as she slowly lost control of her bowels, her ass slightly unclenching as a bulge began to form in the middle right between the visible left and right pantylines. Over 30 seconds, it grew from an initial bump to the size of a clementine before there was a pause. Another 30 seconds, though, and it grew to the size of an orange as a wet spot also appeared down her thighs about two inches, though she managed to hold the rest of her bladder. With my own hands pressed against my crotch to try to hide my arousal, this proved overwhelming for me and I doubled over slightly as I came in my pants at the sight, forcing myself to stay silent so Ms. Cherry wouldn’t notice. Soon after, Ms. Holly exited the bathroom and Ms. Cherry hurried in as we heard similar sounds as earlier, from the emptying of her panties to the peeing in the toilet bowl to the rustling of toilet paper. Ms. Holly’s black leggings didn’t really show much evidence of her partial accident, though she still blushed bright red at the sight of me. My hands still covered my crotch, making it look like I had to go too, but that meant my hands covered the now visible wet spot on my jeans from a different kind of accident. We waited in silence for Ms. Cherry to finish and come out, her blue khakis showing a clear wet spot on her crotch and from behind but now without a bulge, and the teachers thanked me profusely before I led them back to the front door. Now without my hand on my crotch, Ms. Cherry noticed my wet spot, but I assume she thought I had begun to wet myself and was in no position to judge, so the two teachers departed without comment. I stared a little at their respective rear ends, remembering the sight of their respective bulges I just witnessed, before it hit me - Ms. Cherry didn’t have her distinctive visible pantylines! I shut and locked the door and went inside the bathroom. Inside the trash was a layer of toilet paper. I felt a little ashamed of my perversion, but at this point I had to know - I moved the toilet paper aside and was greeted by soiled white panties. I pulled them out and saw a clear yellowed wet patch on the front and a very obvious brown stain throughout the rear, visible both inside and out. I felt myself hard again, and I shut the door as I focused on taking care of my… needs… with a whole day’s worth of memories to fantasize about.
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  16. I was returning back to college because I went home for Thanksgiving, its about a 2 and a half hour drive, and the entire way back I was sipping on some Arizona Green Tea (with Ginseng and Honey ((SO GOOD btw))), and I guess because of the position I was in, I wasn't really feeling the urge to go. Anyway, I start unloading my stuff from my car, when I feel the pang hit me, and so I made my way down to the public restrooms (because I definitely did not feel like I could hold it if I went up to my room on the third floor). However, right before the corner leading up to the bathrooms, I . . . just couldn't hold it anymore and it just all came out. No cute small leaks or anything, just all started coming out as I ran into the bathroom. Thankfully not many others were back from break just yet, so I cleaned the trail and large puddle in the bathroom in peace. Although, I did run into my roommate doing their laundry as I threw my soiled garments in the wash. All in all, had my first real public accident, and got away scot-free.
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  17. Day 27 Two versions again, but just a small dialogue change between the two, timelines will merge in the next update (in non-nerd terms, that means going back to one page per update)
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  18. Absolute bombshell wets her tight jeans because she knows you like it. She also discovers that she loves it! - Lot of sexy talking. 6319849.mp4
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  19. Hi all, this is my first post. I wanted to tell a true story of something I did a couple of years ago. I hope you like it. I sometimes work out of town, and that's usually my chance to get a bit more elaborate with my play. This time I had bought a whole bunch of babyish kind of stuff on the way there, because I drove and I could stop at a bunch of different stores on the way in towns where no one knows me. (Side note, I like breaking up my purchases, like buying adult diapers is one thing, but I don't like buying, say, a pacifier at the same time--different store, doesn't look as weird). So I had a couple pairs of overalls (which I love), cute hair clips, pacifiers, baby powder, of course diapers (just Walmart brand), and some cute pink PJs. I've always wanted to try wetting a diaper in public, but I never had the courage to do it. This time I was in a hotel in a town where no one knew me, so it was a little less scary. My hotel was a couple blocks away from a mall, and the path there was well lit enough that I wasn't too nervous about using it at night, but dark enough that I would have a bit of privacy. My plan was to drink a lot of water, then walk to the mall because I had to use the ATM anyway, then walk back, and somewhere along there wet my diaper. I started out getting dressed, diaper of course, with lots of baby powder, overalls, pink tshirt, and my hair in two braids. I like putting my hair in pigtails when I'm playing just cause it makes me feel so little, but I thought the braids would be a little less overtly cute for being in public, but just cute enough. I ended up putting on a sweater over my overalls too. I walked to the mall, and let me just say that walking around in a diaper is sooo fun! No one knows, but you can feel the padding every time you take a step. I went into the mall and found the ATM. While I was getting my money, I slowly let a bit out into my diaper. I was sooo nervous I was shaking! But it felt sooo good, nice and warm. Then all of a sudden I felt a little spurt going down my leg! So I quickly stopped, finished up, and got out of there. Luckily it was only a little bit, and no one except me knew that my diaper was wet and my overalls were a bit damp. Anyone else watching would have seen a 23 year old woman using an ATM, but inside I felt like a wittle toddler in my wet diaper and overalls. On the way back there was a little park or sitting area or something, so I stopped there and pretended to be looking at my phone. In reality my whole body was shaking, and I couldn't concentrate on anything else! I started peeing in my diaper. I had to go pretty bad, but I had let off a bit of pressure in the mall already, but it was still a lot. I could feel the diaper getting so warm and heavy and I was scared to move. Then I started to feel another urge, and I wasn't really planning on this, but I realized I also had to go #2! By this time I was so excited, my judgement was probably impaired a bit, and I just started pushing! I didn't have to push too hard before I totally started pooping in my diaper! I could feel the straps on my overalls pushing down on my shoulders as the diaper filled up. So now I'm standing there in a park with a totally soaked, messy diaper, feeling like a toddler, and I still have a five minute walk back to the hotel, through the lobby, and to my room. I just stood there kind of in shock for a few minutes. What I really wanted at that point was for someone to come along, pick me up, put me in a car seat, drive me home, change me into a clean diaper and pjs, feed me a bottle, and put me in my crib in the nursery. Unfortunately that was all just a fantasy, and no one came 😞 It's hard to describe the walk back to the hotel. It was like I was drunk or high, totally scared, totally excited, trying not to waddle (spoiler alert, I didn't succeed), hoping I wasn't leaking too bad (spoiler alert, I was), hoping I wouldn't pass anyone on the sidewalk too closely. I don't actually remember much, just the feeling of my overalls pushing down on my shoulders, and my totally soaked, messy diaper between my legs. I was so aroused I probably would have came right there if I wasn't so scared. I do remember passing by a couple of road construction workers or something, and I remember them eyeing me up a bit, and me thinking "buddy, you have no idea what you're looking at as I walk by you in my soaked messy diaper" I got back to my hotel room (I don't know how). I checked my overalls when I got in, and there was definitely a wet spot around my crotch. Telltale diaper leak marks, but not running down my leg yet. Probably not noticeable in the dark, but anyone in the hotel lobby would have been able to see if they looked. I have no idea if there was anyone there, I was too scared. I was barely in the room before I grabbed my pacifier, and then started wetting myself again. This time the diaper couldn't hold any more and I was basically just peeing my pants at that point. I ended touching myself through my wet clothes and diaper and had the biggest orgasm I have ever had in my life. Then I took a long shower :)
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  20. New comic posted in my gallery - bustin2pee's artwork, it's a slightly different format to the previous ones, any feedback/comments would be very much appreciated. Enjoy...
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  22. in this video we can see the gorgeious liz raw masturbating and wetting her panties while watching porn. everything from her facial expression to her panties dripping with pee is just muwhaaa.. 5206237.mp4
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  23. Omovember 2022 - Day 27

    Talk about really having to go, her pee's just shooting right through her panties like it's not even there!
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  24. Love it! I wore a pull up today to go shopping with a friend and only used the stall to change out of it after I wet it.
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  25. @Reinhardt_DAD Nah, she doesn't "hate" him --- she's just deathly afraid of him! Kind-of like if you toss a tarantula at an arachnophobe and shout "catch!" 🤣 But, all that really means is that instead of anti-descrimination training, what she really needs is a lot of exposure therapy! You know, group projects... Maybe working at the same desk. Needing to buddy-up on potential stories... Oh, and of course, no peeing until she's gotten over her fear of snakes! We can't reward the fear while we're trying to eliminate it! And, actually, since it's Nutmeg --- maybe she shouldn't get to pee afterward either! 😋 @warham1995 She's a rodent, so it makes some sense that she'd be horrifically afraid of snakes at least! But, Mr. Snugglecakes would never do anything to hurt her --- just look at those eyes! 🐍 @abdlpottyt This one might actually get a full-on expansion... I originally intended for Nutmeg to be the protagonist of her own comic, and this little situation would make for a really fun "episode"! @sleeping_cat01 Lol, snakes are the best. He's based off of my pet corn snake, Slinky! 🤣 @WetWinter *Ahem*, "long"! XD @Roronoa Zoro Management would never let her get away with that just because she's afraid of the new guy!
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  26. So.. I thought a lot about how to get Jessie safely into space, and I think it might be possible to do this. I started to write some more chapters of the story, and the first one or two are soon ready for publication. Is there any interest for more stories around our favorite astronaut Jessie and her super bladder? 🙂👩‍🚀🚀
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  27. Hey there🤭

    I've been a member since forever and into imo even longer but just didn't have the guts to post much. I'm in my 20s, F , from Romania. Into holding and accidents and seeing other people desperate and wet. Feel free to message me and I'll do my best to get back to ya😁
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  28. Hihi~ I've seen a pics of this combo before, and its super cute, but I always thought that it seems entirely impractical. Anytime I saw this the person was totally dry, which made sense. Obviously if they actually wet it would run straight down and soak the leggings, right? Just so happens I was curious enough to test this out at the same time I accidentally my pee long enough to feel a little desperate. I laid out some towels on my bed fully prepared for the leak about to happen. I took some pics along the the way to log my experiment's findings. I took a couple pictures before testing. Diaper over leggings felt cute and felt comfy, but that's not news. Before too long I didn't wanna hold anymore, I kneeled over the towels, half exhaled a breath, held the rest, and relaxed my body. About 45 seconds in it was a bit of a struggle to hold my breath, but just around then I just started leaking. That little breathing thing is probably my favorite way to get the stream started when my bladder's being shy. Right away I felt my panties and leggings getting damp and soggy. After a while though I noticed a distinct lack of a certain warm wetness dripping down my legs. After a moment my bladder wasn't quite empty, but the stream just naturally stopped. And I took the chance to assess the damage. Perfectly good to go? I don't believe it! How- Okay so maybe teeny little bit did leak through to the leggings, but it was still pretty impressive. And my long hoodie was totally long enough to hide it!~ Interesting results, but I wasn't content yet. My protection still had plenty of use in it after all! So, I sat down with some water and played FFXIV until the need built again. Something fun I noticed during this was that since my panties and leggings were damp and squishy it constantly sorta felt more like I had an accident in my leggings more so than wetting a diaper. But also totally no mess on the chair. This alone was unique and fun enough that I'm glad I did all this. It took about an hour and I was roughly at the some point I was the first time. I'd say the need was 8/10 or so? I climbed back onto my towels just as last time. Inhale, exhale, hold, relax, and wait. hsssss- It felt like a lot this time, but the release felt so good I wasn't even worried. It all felt like it was holding at least as well as last time though and it pretty much did! It just leaked down my other leg this time. I guess it wasn't super noticeable if I was standing up straight at least? When I sat down on the towels to delete the bad pictures I felt another rush of warmth flow into my pants. Apparently I was still relaxed enough to pee more. I barely noticed it start, but my outfit sure did. It all held like last time for touch but... then I really felt it leaking out down my legs. I didn't care though. For all I knew the towels were getting soaked and maybe even my bed. It's been chilly lately but this was making me feel so warm. It wasn't nearly as much this time, but It was enough to push my Tena Super past its limit. My leggings were soaked. There was no hiding it this time. And the diaper was well past being usable anymore. The sap was oversaturated and wasn't staying in place anymore, like full blown overflow. So in conclusion? It seems like a diaper worn over leggings is actually still pretty usable. If it had more capacity I'm sure it would have been mostly good to go for a while. I'm not sure if the earlier leaks were from natural flow or just slight failures from the leak guards. So I'd expect them to either handle less but more substantial wettings or fewer careful ones less likely to leak out of the diaper itself. Not sure which though~ Lastly, hopefully you enjoyed my little experiment~ I know the pictures are kinda limited and aren't the most creative, but I did what I could. And it's my first time making a post like this, and I feel it may have ran a bit long. For now I need to get changed though ~FluffyJade, Omorashi Science Hobbyist
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  29. From the album: bustin2pee's artwork

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  30. Hey all! It's been a hot minute since I posted here, but I have some commissions to share in the next couple of days, and this is one of them! It was commissioned by the same client as my first DDLC story (this one:) and is a direct continuation of that one. This one doesn't have any messing in it, though (aside from a brief mention of what happened in the last story), and it does get a bit more spicy! I hope you all enjoy! Discovery and Desperation Yuri found herself standing in Sayori’s bathroom, mind foggy as she tried to make sense of the situation. Her skintight pajama pants felt gross and sticky against her legs, and she could still feel an uncomfortable amount of dampness soaked into her panties from her accident. Thankfully, her sweater had been spared, but she still nervously tugged up at the hem to keep it away from any of the wet spots on her bottoms. As if on autopilot, Yuri blankly removed her clothes, holding out her wet bottoms and panties with disgust as she placed them on the floor in the corner. She’d have to ask Sayori where to put them later. Actually, she wasn’t even sure what she’d wear, considering she hadn’t brought any extra clothes. Standing there completely naked, Yuri looked down, feeling gross and ashamed. She couldn’t remember the last time she wet herself, but certainly it had to have been when she was a child. There had been a few times she had been forced to hold it, especially in class. As a very quiet, anxious individual, Yuri found it hard to raise her hand to ask to be excused. However, she never let herself get nearly as desperate as she had tonight, and she didn’t think she’d ever outright wet herself. The memory of her accident once again flooded to the front of Yuri’s mind. The feeling of hot liquid streaming down her legs, the immediate stickiness of her pants, quickly soaking with urine, clinging to her legs. The feeling of liquid pooling in her panties for the briefest of moments before soaking straight through them and streaming down, the sound of splashing and the feeling of the puddle soaking her feet as she stood there, helpless to stop it. Yuri just wanted to rinse it all away. “Hey Yuri.” Yuri nearly jumped and whirled around, turning to face the source of the voice. It was Monika. She was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at her with a concerned expression. She was naked much like Yuri, but made no attempt to cover herself, and neither did Yuri. “How are you holding up?” she asked, though the concern on her face and in her voice made it sound like she already had some idea of how Yuri was doing. Yuri herself didn’t answer, merely looking away, rubbing one of her arms with the other. “We all wound up wetting ourselves, and some of us even made a bit of a mess, too,” Monika mentioned. Yuri looked surprised, not only because she had no idea what had happened after running off to the bathroom, but also because Monika had included herself in making a mess as well. Yuri hadn’t even realized she was holding both like Sayori had been. “I just feel so disgusted with myself,” Yuri admitted, “I still can’t believe I wet myself.” “It’s alright, Yuri,” Monika smiled knowingly, “It was a bit unexpected, and I don’t think any of us could predict this is how we’d spend the night, but it’s only natural that if you hold it in for too long, I guess you just get to a point where you can’t hold it anymore.” “Y-yeah,” Yuri nodded, but it was clear she was still uncomfortable with the idea, “Still, why did we even do this? I feel so foolish having agreed to such a ridiculous game. We were supposed to have fun tonight with everyone…” “Well, I guess it was an impromptu thing, and we all kind of agreed to it before you did. You didn’t like the idea, but since we’d all said yes, you felt pressured into agreeing to it too, right?” “Y-yeah,” Yuri nodded. It was scary how well Monika could echo her thought process sometimes. “We all wound up struggling a bunch,” Monika continued, getting closer. She was now right behind Yuri, and she wrapped her arms around Yuri’s shoulders. Yuri, being taller, found herself naturally lowering herself so Monika could reach her, “And it’s less embarrassing since no one wound up making it to the bathroom on time.” “That’s true,” Yuri admitted, though she didn’t sound very convinced. “I’m sorry we all kind of just went along with this silly idea. I’m sorry you wound up really disliking it, Yuri. Next time, I’ll keep the others in check, and make sure something like this doesn’t happen again.” Something about the way Monika said that struck Yuri as odd. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Perhaps it was her singling out Yuri as having disliked the experience. Did that mean Monika herself had fun? Yuri couldn’t fathom that. Not only had Monika wet herself, but she wound up soiling herself too. The very idea repulsed Yuri to the core. “Besides, didn’t the relief feel absolutely heavenly?” Suddenly, a hand groped Yuri’s breast from behind, and Yuri let out an eep of surprise. She turned back to look at Monika, who was looking back at her with a teasing gaze. She could feel another hand snake down, brushing and teasing at the inside of Yuri’s thighs. Yuri, still feeling dirty, bit her lip and reached down to Monika’s hand. “W-w-what are you doing?” Yuri blushed. “Oh, come now, admit it, you enjoyed it. You’re rejecting the idea psychologically because we’re taught that wetting yourself is something dirty, but in truth, you haven’t been able to get that feeling of a struggle, followed by that absolute relief,” Monika pointed out, “I’m right, aren’t I?” Yuri wanted to refuse, to say no, but something was stopping her. She knew it wasn’t true, she was sure it wasn’t true, but her voice caught in her throat and all she could do was lean back into Monika. She loosened her grip on Monika’s hand, and Monika continued caressing her thighs. “Come on, Yuri, admit it, give into it,” Monika smiled, continuing to tease her. Yuri found herself helpless to Monika’s teasing. Her words, her touch, the sensation of her body pressed up against Yuri’s back. Yuri wanted to feel disgusted in herself, she should be feeling disgusted by her previous accident, but all she could feel now was arousal. Suddenly, Yuri’s eyes shot open, and she found herself lying in her bed, staring up at her ceiling. She let out a tired groan and rolled over, rubbing sleep from her eyes and grabbing her phone to check the time. It was an hour before she normally woke up to get ready for school. Before Yuri could process her dream or lay back down, she winced, feeling a wave of pressure from her abdomen. Naturally overnight, her bladder had filled up, and perhaps it was because of her dream, but it was feeling uncomfortably full. Yuri pulled herself to her feet and headed to the bathroom. She got there and let out a sigh as she sat down on the toilet, enjoying the sensation of relief as she got her stream started and began relieving herself. She watched blankly as she emptied her bladder properly, into the toilet bowl, and her mind returned to her dream. It had started out as a memory. Monika had sought her out after everyone had their accidents, and had comforted her in much the same way, although of course neither of them had been naked, and Monika hugging her from behind, touching her, and teasing her about enjoying wetting herself had been a total fabrication of Yuri’s unconscious mind. Now that Yuri was more cognizant, she could refute Dream Monika’s words more clearly. Of course Yuri had felt disgusted wetting herself, of course she couldn’t ever enjoy something like that. In fact, Yuri had resolved never to wet herself again after that day. She was so determined to never experience that humiliation again that she had even taken to training up her ability to hold it. Three school days had passed since that disastrous slumber party weekend, and Yuri had gone from barely making it past lunch without her usual midday bathroom break, to being able to make it through to the second-to-last class before rushing off to the bathroom. Today at school she planned on pushing herself through her last class without peeing. If she could do that, then she could be reasonably certain when she returned to normal peeing habits, she’d never have to worry about wetting herself again. Yuri finished up peeing and wiped herself, feeling herself quiver as she ran her fingers against her bare crotch. She was tempted to touch herself right then and there, but she felt like giving into it now would be like admitting that Dream Monika was right. That she was a pervert who enjoyed holding it in and wetting herself. Yuri shook her head and ignored her arousal, trying to push the sensations to the back of her mind as she washed her hands and returned to bed. Thankfully, Yuri’s dream did not return, and she was able to get another hour of sleep before she had to pull herself out of bed. She fixed up a quick breakfast and focused on getting ready for school. She brushed her hair, dressed herself in the usual uniform, and grabbed everything she would need for her classes for the day. Before she left, Yuri took care to grab a thermos of hot tea and a large bottle of water to keep her hydrated throughout the day. At Literature Club, she could fix herself some fresh hot tea, but for lunch she had to rely on her trusty thermos. Luckily, it did a reasonable job keeping the tea warm enough to enjoy. Her water bottle would keep her hydrated between classes, and she had taken to using a larger bottle so she wouldn’t be tempted by the restrooms as she walked by to refill it throughout the day, now that she was training herself to hold it. Now that she was ready, Yuri headed out the door, and made her way to school. The day went by quickly today for Yuri. As expected, she made it to lunch relatively comfortably. She didn’t like eating much at school, especially since she often found herself eating alone, so she had simply snacked on a rice ball from the school store and read in the corner of the classroom as she finished off her thermos of tea. Immediately after lunch, however, her body started protesting her lack of a restroom break. Before she started holding it, Yuri would simply go during lunchtime, since it would be the most convenient, and she usually didn’t have to go again until the end of the day. However, yesterday, she hadn’t felt the urge to go until a few hours after lunch. The fact that Yuri had to go already worried her. It’ll be fine. I can still make it to the end of the day. Yuri said that, but she could feel her bladder filling up. The class after lunch went by quickly without her bladder filling too much, but by the class after that, it was a different story. Yuri could feel all the water and tea from the day run straight through her. It felt like any time she took a sip from her water bottle, it was making a beeline for her bladder. She covertly pressed her thighs together lightly underneath her desk, trying to ignore the sensation as best as she could as she focused on her class. The next class is the last class… then after that, I can go! It’ll be just like if I was stuck in traffic and there was nowhere to pull over. I just have to hold it. The thought of not being able to go for so long made Yuri’s bladder spasm, and she briefly crossed her legs under her desk. Her left hand hovered dangerously close to the hem of her skirt as she barely resisted the urge to grab herself. As the wave passed, Yuri leaned back and let herself relax a little that it was over. The class finally ended, and Yuri packed up her supplies for that class. She bent over carefully, trying not to put too much pressure on her bladder as she grabbed her back and reached in for her supplies for the next class. As she grabbed them, she glanced down at her water bottle and paused. She had to pee already, and she knew at this rate, by the end of the next class she would be downright bursting, but at the same time her mouth and throat felt uncomfortably dry. Yuri grabbed the water bottle and took a few sips, each one making her only more aware of how much pent-up liquid was already in her body. She shuffled in place as she drank more, and before she knew it, she had polished off the bottle entirely. Rather than feeling worried, Yuri felt a sense of excitement as the thought of all that water hitting her during her next class filled her mind. Excitement? No, it was more that she just wanted to prove that it didn’t matter how much she drank. The next class started, and Yuri felt her bladder spasm again. She rubbed her knees together and looked up nervously at the clock. This was it, she wasn’t going to be able to go until the end of class. Yuri leaned forwards, trying to find a comfortable position to take notes, even as she felt her swollen bladder start to press out against the waistband of her uniform’s skirt. Yuri tried to focus on the lesson. She didn’t have much passion for subjects outside of literature, but she did like to give a concerted effort in her other classes. Today, however, it was almost impossible. The teacher’s voice kept fading out to a dull drone as her mind was torn back to the pressure building inside of her. As much as she knew it wouldn’t help, she kept glancing at the clock. The class wasn’t even half over. Yuri had to pee. Beneath her desk she could barely keep her legs still. She was rubbing the back of her calf with one foot as she shuffled and squeezed her thighs together tightly. She wasn’t quite rocking back and forth in her chair, but she kept shifting positions intermittently, feeling just the briefest moments of relief as her weight shifted, before her it settled and once again she could feel it all pressing down on her full bladder. By the time she had 15 minutes left, Yuri felt another strong wave of pressure from her bladder, and she let her left hand slip in between her thighs as she pressed her fingers against her crotch. She risked glancing around to see if anyone else noticed, but no one was paying attention to her, even as she sat there fighting her bladder. After the wave passed, Yuri still kept pressing down with her hand subtly, pretending to take notes with her right hand and hoping no one would notice her desperate movements. After what felt like an eternity, Yuri’s teacher dismissed their last class, and Yuri almost let out an audible sigh of relief. As calmly as she could in her state, she packed up her things, and shakily began heading to the restrooms. Yuri found herself passing the Literature Club room on the way, and something gave her pause. Hold it longer. Yuri took another few steps before the idea hit her again. Hold it longer. You can do it. Yuri was already desperate. She couldn’t imagine making it through a whole session of club. It’s not a class. You can go anytime you want. Just see how long you can make it. For some reason, the idea excited Yuri. She could feel her heart beating in her chest. She could feel her full bladder squeeze and spasm in protest. She really should just go to the restroom. She found herself reaching out to the door of the clubroom and entering. “Hey, Yuri!” Monika smiled, already in the clubroom. “Hey,” Natsuki nodded to her as well, though noticeably not as warmly. The two had never really seen eye-to-eye, but ever since the sleepover, the two seemed to butt heads more and more. On her part, Yuri still hadn’t fully forgiven Natsuki for her role in the lingering humiliation she felt after wetting herself. Yuri quickly sat down and pulled out a large book she had been reading over the past week. She tried to focus on the words, but just like in class, she couldn’t focus. Her bladder was screaming at her by now. The fact that she had even decided to hold it this long was absurd. Part of her knew that, part of her knew she should make her way to the restroom now. But another part of her kept her heart racing as she sat there in the room with Monika and Natsuki. She had to keep her shuffling to a minimum, she couldn’t hold herself. Rather than everyone paying attention to the teacher, each of them were doing their own thing. Even so, Yuri didn’t have the same kind of refuge she did in a crowded classroom full of students. I have to pee. I have to pee, I have to pee. I have to pee. Yuri tried to distract herself by watching what the other girls were doing. Monika was at one of the front desks, working on some posters or something for their next club event. Natsuki was sitting on the floor, back against the wall as she read one of her manga. Perhaps it was because one of Natsuki’s manga had started it all, but Yuri found herself focusing on the girl more than usual. That was when Yuri noticed something. Natsuki looked like she had to pee. Perhaps Yuri was just projecting her own desperation onto Natsuki’s actions, but the girl was shaking her legs, and it looked like she was pressing her heel against her crotch. Yuri watched her for a few minutes, and in that time, Natsuki only flipped the pages of her manga once or twice, as though she weren’t really focusing on the manga, much like how Yuri herself wasn’t focusing on her book. There was no reason Natsuki couldn’t just go to the bathroom any time, so Yuri wasn’t sure, but it definitely seemed like she was desperate. Yuri knew it was a bad idea, especially with how desperate she was, but for some reason, she wanted to try to confirm if Natsuki really had to pee or not. Yuri got up carefully, squeezing her thighs together as her swollen bladder protested her every movement, and she headed over to Natsuki. Natsuki looked up at her and frowned, looking more annoyed than normal. “Here to make fun of my manga again?” Natsuki frowned. “No,” Yuri shook her head, looking to the side awkwardly. “Well, what did you want?” Yuri wasn’t about to admit her true reasons for coming over to talk with Natsuki. Instead, she panicked as she tried to find something to talk about. As she glanced around the room, she thought she saw Monika gazing at her out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look her way and Monika immediately snapped her head back down to what she was doing. Yuri was puzzled by the reaction, but she realized she still hadn’t answered Natsuki. Her eyes darted around for a few more moments before narrowing in on the manga in Natsuki’s hand. “I was actually wondering about the manga you were reading.” Natsuki looked up at Yuri like she had two heads. “Y-you? Interested in my manga? Is the world coming to an end or something?” “N-no, I…” Yuri’s bladder picked the worst time to hit her with a wave of desperation, and she winced, finding herself struggling to maintain control. The last thing she wanted to do was leak in the middle of a conversation with Natsuki. “No, so-sorry,” Natsuki turned to the side, squirming awkwardly, “If you’re interested, this is the next volume in that manga I was reading at the slumber party. It’s called Monster Clash High School.” That was a remarkably silly name for a series that had caused so much trouble at the slumber party, but Yuri wasn’t about to say that out loud. “Do you mind if I join you?” Yuri asked. “Huh? You really want to read it?” Natsuki blushed. She shuffled awkwardly, and Yuri definitely saw her slip her hand between her legs for a brief moment. Yuri wanted nothing more than to do the same, but she was sure Natsuki would notice. “W-well…” Natsuki turned away, awkwardly, “It’s kind of… sort of got… a few scenes like the last one in it… that you didn’t like.” Yuri was surprised that the manga had more scenes like last time. It seemed like it would be a one-off gag or situation. The idea of more scenes like that, with the characters squirming around desperately, only made Yuri’s own bladder spasm in response, and it took everything in Yuri’s power not to grab herself openly as she tried not to lose control. As she tried to fight it, she once again felt a gaze from the front of the room, and she cast a sidelong glance towards Monika. She was once again watching them, as though she were interested in their conversation. There was definitely something up with her. “A-anyway,” Natsuki concluded, “I don’t think you’d like it.” “W-well,” Yuri began, voice shaky from her desperate internal struggle, “Maybe I was just a bit harsh on judging that scene last time. I’m sorry about what I said.” Natsuki once again looked up at Yuri like she was speaking another language. Then she audibly gasped, and shuffled around in place. That all but confirmed it to Yuri. For some reason or another, Natsuki was also holding it. “W-well, if you w-want to read it, you can, just-” “Hey guys, sorry I’m late!” Sayori rushed in, interrupting their conversation. “No worries!” Monika smiled, “But now that you’re here, we can get the club meeting started properly!” Natsuki looked equal parts relieved and disappointed for the interruption. Yuri herself wanted to pry more, but her swollen bladder overrode any of her other thoughts, and she just wanted to make it through the club meeting dry at this point. Yuri made her way to the front of the room and tried to stand still, but she could tell she was doing a miserable job of being subtle. Her swollen bladder wouldn’t let her rest, and she must’ve been shuffling back and forth, clenching her fists tightly at her sides. “Yuri?” “H-huh?” Yuri looked up. The shock nearly made her leak then and there. It took all of Yuri’s determination and focus to stay dry. She had pushed herself to her limit. “Are you okay?” Monika asked. She was looking at Yuri in concern, but there was a hint of something else there. Maybe it was just Yuri’s imagination running wild because of her dream that morning, but Monika was gazing at her intently, “You look sick.” Yuri fought desperately to maintain some semblance of composure before turning to look at the clock. She had made it about halfway through club, but she truly couldn’t hold it anymore. She was meant to be training herself not to pee so she wouldn’t have another accident again, not pushing herself past her limits until she wet herself. She knew coming into club was silly in the first place. “A-actually, I am feeling a bit unwell,” Yuri answered, “Please excuse me.” Yuri practically darted out of the clubroom and down the hall to where the girl’s room was. She rushed in and hobbled over to one of the stalls, entering and immediately jamming a hand against her crotch as she danced in place desperately. She had barely locked the stall door and pulled her panties down before she started peeing, a splash spraying out onto the restroom floor before she could fully sit down on the toilet. She threw her head back and bit her finger to stifle the moan of pleasure as an utter torrent of hot piss shot out of her. It rang against the side of the toilet bowl and splashed loudly as Yuri peed. While not having a preference for western-style toilets over squat toilets in most situations, Yuri was full grateful her school had opted for the western-style. She didn’t think she could balance properly with the waves of relief washing over her body. She could still feel her muscles quivering and her legs practically shaking from how desperate she had been, but now it was replaced with the blissful sensation of release. She could feel the pressure in her bladder slowly fade into a dull ache as her mind grew hazy with the pleasure. By the time Yuri was finished, she was left panting on the stall. It felt like her mind was floating in the clouds, and her desperation was replaced with another burning, urgent sensation. Arousal. Suddenly, she could hear echoing footsteps running down the hall, growing closer and closer to the restroom. They turned into the restroom and entered, and Yuri could hear the frantic sound of desperate steps through the stall door as someone unseen rushed towards the stalls. “A-achoo! Oh shit, shit, shit!” the girl cursed, “I leaked a little!” Yuri recognized the voice. It was Natsuki. As if she needed any more confirmation that Natsuki had been holding it. The image of Natsuki hobbling desperately, with her hands jammed between her legs as she rushed into the restroom filled Yuri’s mind, and only made her all the more aroused. Natsuki rushed into the stall next to Yuri’s and slammed the door, and not a few moments later, she began pissing loudly into the toilet. Yuri found herself tuning in on every sound, heart racing as she could only imagine how much Natsuki had been holding back. She let out a moan of relief and Yuri could feel herself growing even more hot and bothered as she sat there, and by the time Natsuki had finished up and headed out, Yuri’s hand had snaked her way down to her womanhood. Without her really thinking, her fingers played with her bud, and she leaned back, biting her finger to stifle in a moan. Part of her mind was screaming at her this was wrong, but she couldn’t help but pleasure herself. She had held back this morning, and now she was that much more aroused. She couldn’t help herself. She found herself slipping her fingers in as her other hand reached up to grab her breast. She squeezed it through her bra and teased her nipple as she vigorously toyed with herself. She found herself throwing her head back and biting her lip hard as she stifled moan after moan, and before she knew it, she reached climax right there, her back arching as she shook from the waves of pleasure. Yuri didn’t know how long she had sat there on the toilet, but once the haziness of her pleasure and arousal had subsided, her eyes widened in realization of what she had just done. Yuri raised a hand to her mouth as though she were sick to her stomach, and she quickly cleaned herself up and rushed out of the bathroom as quickly as possible. By the time she returned to the clubroom, Natsuki was already back and fully invested in whatever the conversation was. “Ah, Yuri, you’re back!” Monika smiled. “S-sorry, I don’t feel well,” Yuri replied, “I’m going to head home early.” Yuri quickly rushed to grab her stuff and pack up, slipping out of the clubroom doors before any of the girls could ask her what was wrong. Unfortunately, she hadn’t counted on Monika following out behind her. “Yuri, wait up,” Monika called out as she ran out of the clubroom after her. Yuri was grateful that neither Natsuki or Sayori had chosen to follow. When Monika had caught up to her, she frowned at Yuri with a worried expression, “What’s wrong, Yuri?” “I told you, I wasn’t feeling well,” Yuri repeated. “Are you sick? I just thought, maybe you…” Monika trailed off, glancing away awkwardly, “N-nevermind! Get well soon, Yuri!” Yuri’s heart raced at the thought of what Monika was about to say. Had Monika caught onto her holding it earlier? Yuri didn’t want to stick around to find out. She nodded and turned away quickly before heading off. She needed to go home and clear her mind. The rest of the day went by in a haze, and later that night, Yuri found herself soaking in the tub, mind still reeling from what she had done. Not only had she taken her hold well past the point she had originally planned, but she had enjoyed it. She had enjoyed the challenge, the idea of holding it, the idea of pushing herself right up to the limit. She enjoyed the feeling of relief as she finally let it all out after holding it for countless hours. She had enjoyed the sounds of Natsuki peeing right next to her in the stall. She had pleasured herself on the toilet afterwards. No, I don’t enjoy this. I wasn’t excited, I just set a challenge for myself. It only felt good because I had been holding it in so long. I was only so aroused becasue of that stupid dream this morning. I don’t actually enjoy it, I was just hot and bothered and my heart was racing… She tried to rationalize it, but deep down, Yuri felt disgusting. She had hoped that the shower would have washed away the icky feeling Yuri had, the strange grossness crawling under Yuri’s skin, but it hadn’t helped at all. Instead, she was now soaking in the tub, trying not to think about how much she genuinely enjoyed what had happened earlier. I need to stop. I need to stop holding it. If I’m so concerned with not wetting myself again, then I proved that I can make it through the whole day without peeing, so I can just go normally from now on. I… I don’t need to hold it that long again, for any reason. Yuri saw her phone light up on the edge of the tub. She had it in a watertight case because she would often use it to read books digitally, at least when she wasn’t having an internal crisis. She picked up her phone and read it. It was a text from Monika. “Hey, Yuri! It’s Monika! Just wanted to let you know that tomorrow for the club we’re planning on meeting up and heading to the park for some fresh air. Also Natsuki wanted to try out that cafe that opened recently. We talked about it before you left, but I didn’t get to tell you because you were in a hurry.” Yuri let out a relieved sigh. Not only had Monika not asked her more about what was wrong-- a conversation Yuri was not prepared to have right now-- but tomorrow they were going out to a cafe and the park. It was a good incentive not to hold it through to the end of the day again. Yuri nodded to herself. That settled it. Tomorrow she would go to the bathroom normally. --- The next day, Yuri felt calmer now that she didn’t have to worry about holding it. She hadn’t realized how much of her time the thoughts had occupied until now, but holding it made her focus on things like how full her bladder felt, how much longer she had in the day, what her target for holding it was, and worrying about things like fluid intake. Pushing all that to the back of her mind, she simply focused on her classes and during lunch she wound up getting through a decent portion of her book, casually sipping on tea and relaxing. For some reason, however, as her class immediately after lunch started up, the energy of the day seemed to change. Perhaps it was because it was at the end of the week and Yuri just wanted it to be the weekend, or maybe it was because she was looking forward to the club outing at the end of the day. Either way, she found herself checking the clock more often than the chalkboard, and she couldn’t bring her mind to focus on the lesson. At the same time, she felt a twinge in her bladder, indicating it was growing full. She hadn’t been planning on holding it, but she had gotten used to skipping her usual lunchtime bathroom break, and she hadn’t felt the urge to go before now. It’s fine, I’m not holding it today. I’ll go after this class. While Yuri wouldn’t call her need to pee urgent at this point, it was present, and Yuri found herself focusing on it more often than not. She got vivid images of yesterday, with her practically bursting by the end of her last class, and the excitement she felt when she decided to push herself even further by holding it during club. No! I’m not excited by holding it. I have to stop focusing on it! I’ll go after this class. “But class is so boring, and next class is your least favorite subject. Wouldn’t holding it a little give you something interesting to focus on?” Yuri wasn’t sure where the idea come from, but the thought of it made her equal parts excited and angry. Why was she suddenly having thoughts like that thrust upon her? Was that really her own thoughts, egging her on to hold it despite what happened yesterday? I told myself I wouldn’t. I shouldn’t. “Why are you so opposed? Is it because you enjoyed it that much yesterday?” Yuri thought about yesterday. How fast her heart was racing, how good it felt when she finally got her relief. How aroused she was just at the idea. She couldn’t help but think about her dream with Monika either. Did she actually enjoy this? No, absolutely not! Yuri pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, and tried to focus on the class. However, she found it hard not to keep being dragged back to her thoughts of holding it, as opposed to the idea as she was. When the class finally ended, Yuri could feel her full bladder. It wasn’t urgent yet, and she was nowhere near the levels of desperation she had reached yesterday. But that was the point, wasn’t it? She wasn’t supposed to hold it today. Yuri found herself getting up and heading to the toilets. Yet Yuri’s thoughts still gave her pause. Something about the idea of peeing now, when she barely had to go, felt empty to her. She got a sense of almost disappointment, or maybe that she was giving up. She gauged her level of urgency. She could comfortably hold it through her next class, and maybe even the one after that. Her last class she’d probably start really feeling it, but yesterday she had managed to hold it even through a bit of club. Yuri found herself stopping and turning around halfway to the restroom. She could hold it a bit longer. She wouldn’t hold it as long as she had yesterday, but it wasn’t like she was doing this because she enjoyed it. She just confidently knew she could hold it longer, and it would give her something else to focus on rather than the boring classes she had for the rest of the day. She would go before meeting up with the others at club. She had to. They were going on a club outing today, after all. The idea of holding it during the club’s walk to the cafe made Yuri’s heart race. Yesterday she had barely managed to conceal her desperation in front of the others, and today she’d have to walk down the street, in public. Surely by then she’d be absolutely desperate too. Yuri pushed the idea from her mind. She wasn’t going to hold it through to the end of the day. --- Yuri wound up holding it through to the end of the day. As she predicted, holding it through her next class hadn’t been an issue. She could definitely feel her bladder filling up, and she found it harder and harder to completely ignore her need to pee, but it wasn’t anything she considered urgent. Yuri considered making a trip to the restroom after that class, but her split focus on the lesson and holding it had actually made the time go by faster, and she justified holding it through the next class to make it go by quickly as well. The next class hadn’t been quite so easy. She managed to get halfway through before her bladder really started nagging her. Rather than making the class go by faster, she found it dragging on as the urgency built up towards the end. When the class ended, she found herself getting up and walking all the way to the restrooms, with the full intention of going. However, once Yuri got there, two things gave her pause. The first was that all the stalls were occupied, and the second was that Natsuki was in line, bobbing up and down impatiently and gritting her teeth as she waited for one of the stalls to open up. “Oh… hurry up hurry up hurry up! I’m gonna leak!” Natsuki muttered out loud, taking a brief moment to buckle her knees and jam a hand between her legs. Clearly she was pretty desperate. The second Yuri saw her, she tucked back behind the wall dividing the open entrance to the restroom from the main hall before Natsuki could notice her. After the slumber party and what happened yesterday, Yuri wasn’t ready to have a one-on-one conversation with Natsuki about anything pee-related right now. Yuri found herself returning to the classroom, her full bladder nagging her the whole way back. Yet rather than being frustrated, Yuri felt excited. Yesterday she had been practically bursting by her last class, but while she definitely needed to pee this time, she didn’t feel worried about not being able to make it. Indeed, by the time the bell rang, Yuri was desperate, but not quite bursting, and part of her felt proud that she had made progress, even though she hadn’t even intended to hold it today. “But you haven’t made progress. I mean, you still need to hold it through club, right?” The voice in the back of her mind chimed in again, and Yuri found herself once again tempted by the thought of holding it. Sure, she was desperate, but it wasn’t as bad as yesterday. She could hold it at least until she got to the cafe. She might even be able to hold it until they got to the park. It would be a challenge. Surely by then Yuri would be bursting, and she would have to hide her desperation from the others, but she couldn’t help being excited by the idea. Suddenly, however, Yuri’s bladder spasmed, and she doubled over, squeezing her thighs together. She could feel her pee trying to force its way out, threatening a leak that took all of Yuri’s focus to prevent. The sudden wave had brought her out of her daze. She came to her senses and shook her head. N-no, I wasn’t supposed to hold it today. I should just go normally before we head out. Yuri walked down the hall towards the restroom and entered. Now that she was in front of the stalls, her bladder spasmed again, and she hurriedly entered the nearest one. In one swift motion, she locked the door, pulled down her panties, and sat down on the toilet. Not a moment later, she was peeing full force into the toilet bowl, finally relieving her swollen bladder of its burden. Yuri tried to savor the relief, but even though finally being able to pee felt quite good, Yuri felt a strong sense of disappointment. It was almost anticlimactic. She was just… peeing normally. She hadn’t really pushed herself to her limits. She had been desperate, but all she could think about was how much longer she could’ve held it. After her pushing herself further and further over the past few days, peeing like this just felt empty. Yuri shook her head. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy peeing. It was just a bodily function. She didn’t know why she kept having these strange thoughts about it, but as she cleaned herself up and left the stall, making her way over to the sinks to wash her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. What’s wrong with me? Why do I keep thinking about these things? Her cheeks were flushed and she felt hot and bothered, so she splashed cold water on her face and wiped it off with a paper towel. She let out a sigh and left the restroom, just as she felt her phone vibrate. She pulled it out and looked down. It was Monika. “I forgot to let you know yesterday, but we’re meeting up at the front of the school before we head out. Me and Sayori are already here!” “On my way,” Yuri typed out. She should focus on enjoying her time with everyone at the cafe. It didn’t take Yuri long to reach the front of the school, and she wound up being the last person to arrive, with Natsuki apparently having gotten there before her. She was already talking to Sayori, who smiled widely as Yuri approached. “You’re here! I hope you’re feeling better from yesterday!” Sayori spoke genuinely as she waved. “Y-yeah, I am,” Yuri forced a smile and waved back. She thought she caught a sideways glance from Monika, but when she looked over, Monika was simply smiling at her. “Well, now that you’re here, we can get going!” The four set out, exiting the front gate of the school and began walking towards the town. As the four talked idly about the club, and poetry, and upcoming school events, Yuri’s mind couldn’t help but be drawn back to what the walk would’ve been like if she hadn’t gone to the restrooms first. She would be bursting, squirming as she forced herself to walk calmly to not tip anything off. Her bladder would be screaming at her as she resisted the urge to hold herself. She would constantly be measuring the time between their current location and the cafe in her mind, wondering if she would make it. Yuri shook her head. She shouldn’t be thinking about it. She peed, her bladder was empty, and she wanted to get her mind away from all these strange thoughts in general. She instead turned her attention to everyone. Monika was in the front, leading the way much like she always did. She strode forward with confident steps, her ponytail bobbing and swaying as she turned her head back occasionally to talk to everyone. Natsuki walked along calmly, taking quicker steps due to her shorter stature, but otherwise smiling and just looking happy to be spending time with all of them outside of school, even though this was technically still a club activity. Sayori was walking awkwardly, and Yuri picked up on her stiff movements. She was smiling along with the rest, but she was taking smaller steps and shuffling awkwardly. Yuri immediately wondered if she had to use the bathroom, but she quickly pushed the idea from her mind. She was projecting again. She berated herself for letting her mind once again wander back to the subject of desperation and tried to join in on the conversation, or at least pay attention to it so she could chime in. The walk to the cafe wound up taking about twenty minutes, but that was less to do with the distance between the cafe and the school, and more to do with their idle, relaxed pace. During the walk, Yuri tried her best not to focus on Sayori, but she really did seem like she was uncomfortable, shuffling awkwardly and rubbing her thighs together. Yuri tried to convince herself it was nothing, but the more and more she watched Sayori, she was sure she had to pee. The four entered the cafe and were immediately guided to a booth with a table. Yuri wound up taking one of the seats closest towards the window, and Monika took the seat across from her. Sayori took the seat next to Yuri, and Natsuki wound up sitting next to Monika. “Here’s our menu!” the waitress who had seated them pulled out four elegant-looking menus, handing one to each girl, “I’ll give you a moment to look over our selection, and I’ll be back shortly to take your orders!” The cafe had the standard assortment of coffees, teas, and cute cakes and pastries one would expect, so Yuri was quickly able to figure out what she wanted. She then cast a glance to her side at Sayori. She was rubbing her knees together as she moved her legs up and down, looking as uncomfortable, if not moreso, as she had on the walk. However, despite having the aisle seat and being able to get up at any point, Sayori merely sat there. Maybe she’s waiting to place her order before using the restroom? While Yuri once again tried to push the thoughts of Sayori’s potential desperation to the back of her mind, Monika spoke up, and Yuri turned her attention to the conversation. “Well, I’ve decided what I want! It’s so hard, though. Everything looks so good!” “Yeah,” Natsuki smiled, “The cakes here are so cute, and there’s so many good drinks to choose from! I’m still not sure if I want a cup of tea, or if I want to go for one of the sundaes!” “I know what I’m getting! A big coffee, and some donuts!” Sayori smiled, though her voice did sound a little strained. If anyone else picked up on it, no one mentioned anything. “Oh, a big coffee, huh?” Natsuki smirked at Sayori, and Yuri picked up a strange tone, like she was hinting at something. Glancing next to her, Yuri could’ve sworn Sayori’s cheeks grew redder. The waitress came back and took their orders, and Yuri half-expected Sayori to get up and rush to the bathroom as soon as she left, but instead, Sayori continued to sit stiffly next to her, unable to keep her legs still. Yuri was confused. It definitely seemed like Sayori had to pee, but she didn’t seem at all eager to head to the bathroom. Come to think of it, Natsuki had been holding it yesterday, and there didn’t seem to be a reason for that either. Then again, perhaps Yuri was just imagining things, or projecting her strange thoughts onto Sayori. Something’s really wrong with me. I really need to stop thinking about this kind of stuff. It’s becoming an obsession… Yuri let out a sigh, and immediately stifled it when she noticed Monika glance over directly at her. She tried to play it off as a yawn, but she wasn’t sure how convincing she was about it. Still, Monika didn’t bring it up, instead turning to the girls and talking about ideas for club activities. When their food and drinks arrived, Yuri immediately took a sip of her tea and felt a twinge from her bladder. She looked down in surprise. She had just gone earlier, so why was she already feeling the urge to pee again? Yuri had noticed that often her bladder would fill up the second time around after a long hold, and perhaps it was also her bladder and muscles being tired after holding it in so long. Still, she didn’t think that would happen so quickly. Had she not fully emptied herself earlier? Yuri was sure she had peed until she was empty, but it was possible she hadn’t taken the time to squeeze all of it out. She felt the booth shake, jostling her out of her thoughts on her bladder. Sayori was shaking her leg up and down, moving the booth ever so slightly. Yuri looked over at her and Sayori blushed, stopping after squeezing her thighs together. Yuri was sure she wasn’t just projecting anymore. Sayori was definitely holding it. “It’s nice to hang out outside of school, isn’t it!” Monika smiled, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, club is really fun and all, but sometimes it’s nice to not be in a school setting. Like the other night, with the sleepover!” “Well, I wouldn’t call that a nice experience, considering what happened,” Yuri pointed out. Yuri could’ve sworn she saw Monika frown as though she were disappointed with her response, but immediately her expression softened and she shot Yuri an apologetic gaze, “I do guess things kind of got a bit out of hand, huh?” “W-well, at least it was at my house, and not somewhere way more embarrassing, like at school or in public,” Sayori pointed out. “That’s true,” Natsuki admitted, “It’d be like, way more embarrassing if we wet ourselves here or something.” “Oh, speaking of, the other day I nearly did,” Monika admitted, “It’s a little embarrassing, but I was doing paperwork for club between my classes, and I didn’t realize how bad I had to pee until my last class. It just started, too, and I really, really had to go! I was sure I wasn’t gonna make it to the end of class, so I wound up asking, but our teacher was really strict and told me to hold it. She wouldn’t even give me a break, either. She called me up to the board twice, even knowing I really had to go. I was really struggling, but I somehow managed to make it to the end. I’ve never run to the bathroom so fast before. I barely made it.” “Wow, that sounds super embarrassing,” Sayori replied, “Sorry the teacher wouldn’t let you go.” “Oh yeah, it’s that bitchy math teacher, right?” Natsuki asked, “I can’t believe she’s allowed to do that to students.” “What about you guys?” Monika asked, “Any close calls?” “No, not that I can remember, anyway,” Natsuki replied, perhaps a little too quickly. Yuri tried to avoid looking over at her. She knew Natsuki was lying, if her encounter with her in the bathroom yesterday, or even earlier today, was any indication. “I… I have,” Sayori admitted, “Well, it was more like, I thought I could make it home the other day, since my house isn’t too far away from the school, but I already had to go pretty bad by the end of my last class, and halfway through my walk home, I didn’t think I’d make it, but I didn’t have anywhere to go, so I tried to hold it as best as I could. I wound up leaking a bunch, but I mostly made it.” “Oh geez,” Monika frowned, “I’m sorry.” “At that point, I would’ve pissed in a bush or something. Sure it’s embarrassing, but it’s better than wetting yourself, right?” Sayori shuffled awkwardly, and from her perspective Yuri could see Sayori rubbing her thighs together yet again. “Maybe you just really wanted to hold it for as long as possible,” Monika smiled, and Sayori sputtered. “T-that’s, I mean, I wasn’t…. I wouldn’t hold it on purpose like that!” Yuri narrowed her eyes at Sayori’s denial, especially given her less than subtle desperation sitting next to her in the booth. Though beyond that was Monika bringing up holding it on purpose. It struck close to home considering what Yuri had been doing the past week. This discussion was doing nothing to help get Yuri’s mind off of her weird thoughts. “Oh no, I just meant, you know,” Monika scratched the back of her head, “Like, you just really wanted to make it home! S-sorry you didn’t actually make it.” “Y-yeah,” Sayori sipped idly at her coffee, forcing a smile, “It’s f-fine, though! Like I said, I mostly made it! And it was my fault, too, I should’ve just gone before walking home, hehehe!” The four fell quiet as they turned their attention back to their food and drinks, and Yuri polished off her tea. She squeezed her thighs together as her bladder sent another nagging symbol. Her bladder was really filling up fast the second time. Still, she wasn’t anywhere near as desperate as Sayori. The poor girl was shuffling stiffly, her face tense and sweat dripping from her brow as she clearly fought against her bodily urges. Yuri glanced around to see if Sayori’s decision to keep holding it was because the bathrooms were hard to find, but she very quickly located a sign pointing to the restrooms, so that couldn’t be it. The only other thing Yuri could think of was that this was self-imposed. Yuri was surprised by that, but then again, hadn’t she also been engaging in self-imposed restrictions on when she could pee? “What about you, Yuri?” Monika finally asked, breaking the silence. “Huh?” “I mean, any close calls in recent memory?” Monika asked. “N-no,” Yuri lied. She wasn’t about to mention her self-imposed holding, or her pushing herself to her limit yesterday in club. “Are you sure, not even one?” Monika pressed, “I mean, it’s normal to get caught out not being able to go to the bathroom from time to time. Or realizing you have to pee and thinking you can hold it a bit longer or make it through a class, or something.” Yuri caught Monika’s gaze, and any half-hearted words of denial died in her throat. There was that odd quality about them. Intrigue mixed with something Yuri couldn’t quite place. Scrutinizing, analyzing, yet not judging. Yuri couldn’t help but look away before finally responding. “S-sorry, I don’t have any stories to share.” Monika looked like she was about to press on further, but thankfully she seemed to read the mood of the situation and dropped her inquiry. Despite Monika’s focus no longer being on Yuri, she could only feel her heart pounding in her ears. Worse still, not only had all this talk about holding and peeing only muddied Yuri’s thoughts and kept her focused on a subject she’d much rather avoid, but it had kept her attention on her filling bladder. Yuri briefly considered heading to the bathroom, but that would involve asking Sayori to move, and it looked like they would be leaving soon anyway. Instead, Yuri finished up her cake, as did everyone else in the group. Soon, Sayori was the only one with anything left, having finished her donuts, but leaving her coffee half-full. Yuri could only guess why she was hesitant to drink more, seeing as her thinly veiled desperation had only gotten more intense. “Sorry for being so slow,” Sayori apologized, her voice clearly strained. “Oh, no worries, I’m sure everyone’s fine with-” Monika began. Before she could finish, Sayori brought the coffee to her lips and quickly chugged the rest down in one go. Above the table she was barely able to keep her composure, but from Yuri’s vantage point, she could see Sayori jam a hand between her legs as she pressed her thighs together tightly. Her feet were wriggling as though she were regretting her decision, and the second she placed the empty cup down, she brought her other hand down to rub her abdomen. “You didn’t have to do that,” Yuri pointed out. “O-oh no, it’s fine!” Sayori smiled stiffly, “Anyway, we were going to the park after, right?” The four paid their bills separately and Yuri was sure Sayori would use the bathroom before leaving the cafe, but instead she followed the other three out of the cafe, and they set off towards the park. It was super evident to Yuri that Sayori had to pee. She would stop and squeeze her thighs together every few meters, and her movements were becoming more stilted and frantic. She seemed more out of breath than the others and beads of sweat were pooling on her forehead, despite them walking at a relaxed pace. Yuri also caught her openly grabbing her crotch from time to time, and Yuri was starting to wonder if the others had noticed by now. Yuri’s own urge was definitely growing, and walking was starting to become uncomfortable. Her tired bladder muscles seemed less than eager to hold any amount of pee after she had wound up holding it all day, so despite knowing there was no way her bladder was as full as before, Yuri was starting to feel quite full. By the time they all got to the park, Sayori looked like she was at her limit. “H-hey, sorry, guys, I gotta go to the bathroom real quick,” Sayori admitted after all this time. “Yeah, we could tell,” Natsuki crossed her arms and smirked. Monika merely nodded as well. “A-ah, you’re so mean, was it really that obvious?” Sayori then doubled over as she clamped down on her crotch, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut as she hopped from foot to foot, “Actually nevermind, I really gotta go!” “I’ll go too,” Yuri took the opportunity to empty out her bladder again. She wasn’t desperate, but she was feeling uncomfortably full. Natsuki and Monika gave silent nods, and Sayori practically rushed off as Yuri turned around to follow. She watched from behind as Sayori desperately hobbled towards the park bathrooms. Unfortunately, they were all the way in the back, and now that Sayori had admitted her desperation to everyone, she was shamelessly doubled over, both hands jammed between her legs, as though she were physically holding the pent up flood inside of her. She groaned and moaned in desperation as she made her way forwards, and they finally reached the bathrooms. Sayori let out a gasp and practically barreled into the bathroom first, with Yuri calmly following behind her. Sayori dove for the nearest stall but stopped short, moaning. She danced in place desperately and grasped at her crotch tightly with both hands. She was doubled over and Yuri could see her legs shaking in a vain effort to hold it just a few moments longer, but in the end, Sayori lost the fight. Her bladder exploded. A loud stream of hot piss shot out between Sayori’s legs like she was barely wearing any panties. Sayori’s legs buckled and she braced herself against the stall as she pissed full-force onto the bathroom floor. Yuri watched, mesmerized, as her puddle grew out beneath her and spread in an uneven pattern across the floor, spreading faster across the grout cracks between the hard tiles. By the time Sayori finished, Yuri had to step back to avoid getting her shoes wet. “S-sorry, Yuri,” Sayori apologized, blushing, “I… I really couldn’t hold it another second, I really had to go.” “It’s okay,” Yuri nodded. “Could you go and tell the others? I’ll be a bit cleaning up here…” Sayori asked, “Oh wait, you had to go too, right? You’ll have to step around the puddle, but-” “It’s fine, I don’t have to go that bad,” Yuri replied, though her bladder sent her a wave of protest, “I’ll go tell the others.” Yuri left the bathroom and spotted Natsuki and Monika sitting under a covered picnic table. She made her way over to her and scratched her arm awkwardly. “Um… Sayori didn’t exactly make it, so,” Yuri paused, trying to word things gently, “She needs to clean up…” “Oh dear,” Monika replied. “I’ll go check on her,” Natsuki offered. Yuri wasn’t sure whether to stop Natsuki or not, but she was already headed to the bathrooms, leaving Monika and Yuri alone. The two sat there in silence, with Yuri shuffling slightly. She wasn’t sure if it was the thought of going to the bathroom and then not getting to pee, or if it was the accident she just witnessed, but Yuri’s urge had only grown, and she was now getting pretty desperate. “H-hey, Yuri,” Monika began, “Did… did you go yet?” “N-no,” Yuri admitted. She wanted to leave it at that, but part of her was curious why Monika had asked, “W-why?” “N-no reason, just curious,” Monika answered. She paused for a few more moments before adding, “Um, how bad do you need to go?” Yuri blushed, “It’s… urgent, but I can hold it until they’re done.” Yuri looked over Monika’s face. She was watching Yuri intently, her cheeks flushed. Yuri could swear Monika’s breathing was heavier than normal, and it looked like she was leaning in closer. “Hey, Yuri,” Monika began, “why were you holding it yesterday during club?” “H-huh?” Yuri blushed. “I noticed yesterday,” Monika pointed out, “Yesterday, you, and Natsuki too, I think, were holding it. You both ran off to the bathroom in the middle of the meeting, too.” “I… well, I just didn’t get to go-” “Yuri,” Monika pressed a finger against Yuri’s lips, “I know where your classroom is. You pass right by the bathrooms before getting to the club room. Do…Do you like holding it, Yuri?” “W-what?” Yuri asked, “Nononono! No way!” “Yuri, we’re friends, you can be open and honest with me, I won’t judge you,” Monika smiled, “I’m also kind of into it. Ever since the sleepover, I’ve been fantasizing about it. Holding it. Other girls holding it. Getting really desperate, until they can’t hold it anymore, and… watching them have an accident.” Yuri stared at Monika, wide-eyed. She couldn’t believe Monika was openly admitting this to her, but more than that, she had also been having feelings and thoughts about this. Is that what they were, fantasies? Was she fantasizing about holding it? Yuri felt her heart racing in her chest. Monika was extremely close. Her bladder spasmed, but Yuri barely noticed. All she could focus on was Monika’s emerald eyes, gazing into hers intently, her glossy lips, barely parted in an expectant expression. “I… There’s no way I…” “There’s no way you’re into it?” Monika prodded, “How about this, Yuri. Hold it. For the rest of our time at the park here. When the others get back, you can go to the bathroom and pretend to go, and then come back while still holding it. I’ll be holding it too, I have to pee right now too.” Monika made a show of shuffling her legs a bit before turning back to Yuri. She was growing even gloser, almost whispering to Yuri with their faces centimeters apart. “Hold it for me, Yuri, and then tell me you truly don’t like it.” Yuri blushed bright red. All she could focus on was Monika’s closeness. Her eager, emerald eyes gazing expectantly at her. Suddenly Yuri realized what that glint in Monika’s gaze was that she couldn’t place. Desire. Yuri felt her throat dry up, and she swallowed, unable to formulate a response. “We’re back, sorry!” Sayori called. Monika quickly pulled away, and the two turned to Sayori and Natsuki. Sayori was still wearing her school uniform’s top, but now she was wearing a pair of tight-fitting pink gym shorts with white trim. They definitely stood out and clashed with the uniform, so presumably Sayori’s skirt was unsalvageable. “Sayori totally brought a change of clothes. If I didn’t know any better, you planned this!” Natsuki replied. “N-no, of course not!” Sayori frowned, “I’m only carrying them around because of the close call earlier this week!” It wasn’t convincing, though, and given how long she had been holding it despite the bathrooms at the cafe, Yuri had her suspicions that the accident might have also been part of the plan, or at least an expected outcome of her hold. Yuri stood up, still feeling embarrassed about her earlier encounter with Monika. She cleared her throat and nodded, “I need to go, I’ll be right back…” Yuri refused to meet Monika’s gaze and made her way back to the bathroom quickly. Her bladder was starting to really nag her by this point, and especially after what Monika and her had talked about, she was really feeling the urge to pee. Suddenly, however, her phone buzzed, and she knew exactly who it was. She looked down to confirm that Monika had sent her a text. “Yuri…. Will you hold it for me?” Monika’s voice from earlier echoed in her mind. “Hold it for me, Yuri, and then tell me you don’t like it.” Yuri shuffled in place, gazing at the stall. She was tempted to pee right there, and forget Monika had ever said anything, but part of her was excited, curious as to what would happen if she indulged Monika. Another part of her was terrified. If she did, what would she find out about herself? She looked at one of the open stalls, the toilet calling out to her as her bladder swelled with pent up urine. Would she go? Would she hold it? Would she enjoy holding it? With her heart racing, she sent a simple “ok” and exited the bathroom without relieving herself. When she returned to the others, she lied and said that she went, but she made eye-contact with Monika, who gave a sweet, teasing smile in return. Yuri had been holding it on her own all week since the sleepover, and yet nothing prepared her for holding it while knowing Monika knew she was desperate. She felt like her every squirm, her every wriggle, her every desperate squeeze was being scrutinized by Monika. She would meet Monika’s gaze and her bladder would almost spasm involuntarily. Yuri at first thought it should be embarrassing-- mortifying even. But it wasn’t. Her heart was racing, she was excited. She was more than excited. Much like yesterday when she couldn’t hold herself back after relieving herself, she found herself aroused. She was sure her face was flushed as she tried to both hold it in and push down the urge to touch herself. She wasn’t sure at all why she was feeling like this. Moreover, she also knew Monika was holding it in too. That only made Yuri’s heart race more. When she noticed that Natsuki yesterday or Sayori earlier today had been holding it, it had only been an assumption that was only confirmed after the fact by their desperate dashes to the bathroom. This time, however, Yuri knew from the start. She knew Monika was holding it, and she knew she was doing it on purpose. Every wriggle, ever shake, every time Monika’s hand slipped closer to her crotch, resisting the temptation to grab herself openly, Yuri’s heart fluttered. By the time everyone decided it was time to call it a night, Yuri was panting both out of desperation, and just from how flustered she was. Natsuki and Sayori both headed home, and the second they were gone, Yuri turned to Monika. “I… I can’t hold it anymore.” “You really did hold it…” Monika replied, almost in awe. “I… I don’t know why, I just…” Yuri paused, knees buckling as she allowed herself to openly grab her crotch, now that it was just Monika and Yuri around. “I did some digging after the sleepover,” Monika began, “Apparently the fetish is called omorashi. It can mean a lot of different things, but a lot of times it means people enjoy holding it, or wetting themselves, or they can also enjoy others doing it instead.” “A fetish? There’s no way it’s something like that,” Yuri denied, but the more she thought of it, the more it all lined up. Her arousal, her focus on it, her convincing herself to hold it even when she didn’t need to. “I really can’t hold it anymore either, I’m at my limit, Yuri.” Monika placed a hand on her abdomen and Yuri could see a noticeable bulge poking out through Monika’s waistline. She had to have been holding it for quite some time. Yuri blushed, and Monika smiled. “What’s with that reaction, if you don’t have the fetish too?” Monika teased, “You’re really turned on right now, aren’t you?” Yuri turned her head away, but she knew that refusing to answer was an answer in itself. Monika doubled over, pressing her hands against her own crotch, “Let’s head to the bathroom before we wet ourselves out here.” Yuri nodded before feeling her bladder spasm desperately. She fought desperately to hold in a leak, and just managed to stay dry before hobbling after Monika towards the bathrooms. The two were moaning desperately by the time they entered the bathroom together. “Yuri,” Monika gazed at Yuri, face red, “Y-you don’t have to if you don’t want to, and I understand if this isn’t something you want to do right away, but… do… do you want to wet yourself with me?” The mere suggestion almost made Yuri lose it right then and there. She had definitely held it to bursting a number of times, but she hadn’t wet herself since the sleepover. She remembered how icky and awful it felt. Yet, she also remembered the arousing dream she had, with Monika teasing her right after she had wet herself. Yuri felt herself growing more aroused by the memory, and she could feel her blush deepen. “S-sorry, that was a bit too much,” Monika turned away, “F-forget I said anything, It was a really dumb suggestion!” “N-no, it’s fine, I just… don’t know what to think about all of this” Yuri was cut off by a strong spasm from her bladder, and she desperately danced in place to keep her pent-up flood contained. Monika nodded, smiling in understanding, though the disappointment was clear in her tone, “I understand. Sorry, I kind of came at you with this all at once.” “It’s fine, I just- ah!” Yuri doubled over, and without another word she quickly hobbled into one of the stalls. She barely managed to get her panties down before her dams burst. A hot, forceful stream of pee shot out and sprayed against the bowl of the toilet. Yuri felt the relief wash over her as she leaned forwards, eyes closed and mouth agape with how good finally getting to pee was. This is what she had been missing earlier when she went to the bathroom before meeting with the club. This blissful sensation of relief. At some point while Yuri was still peeing, Yuri heard Monika let out a moan halfway between desperation and arousal, and hobbled into her own stall. Even as Yuri continued to relieve herself, she could feel her own arousal building up inside of her, and she felt her face grow flushed at the thought of Monika peeing in the stall next to her after they both held it in. Yuri threw her head back as her stream finally started to die down, and as soon as it was done, she could barely hold herself back anymore. Her hand gravitated towards her crotch, and her womanhood ached to be touched. The only thing that stopped her was the knowledge that Monika was in the other stall, and that she would hear Yuri’s every moan. Reluctantly prying her fingers away and cleaning herself up, Yuri flushed the toilet and realized that Monika hadn’t peed yet. She had been intently listening for the sounds of Monika to follow suit and relieve herself, but she hadn’t. Yuri wanted to wait, but she knew it would be suspicious if she didn’t leave the stall now that she had flushed, so she merely stepped out of the stall and began washing her hands. At the same time, though, she finally heard Monika start peeing, but something was very different about the sound that Yuri couldn’t quite put her finger on. Yuri heard Monika let out another moan and blushed in embarrassment as she realized she was listening to her pee. Equal parts embarrassed and aroused, she finished up washing her hands and exited the bathroom, waiting just outside for Monika to finish up. She figured Monika still wanted to talk to her about everything. It took Monika much longer than Yuri expected to finally leave the bathroom, and when Monika did finally exit and met Yuri’s gaze, she blushed. “S-sorry, Yuri,” Monika blushed, “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” “It’s alright,” Yuri replied, not really sure about whether or not they should pick up on the conversation from earlier. Monika didn’t seem all that keen either, merely smiling awkwardly, “I suppose we should start heading home.” Yuri nodded silently, and the two set off from the park, walking in stiff silence. Yuri’s mind was reeling from what had happened, and as she fell behind Monika, her eyes were drawn to her waist and thighs, as though trying to spot those tell-tale signs of desperation despite knowing Monika had just peed. She pulled her eyes away from Monika’s legs and noticed her long, silky ponytail bobbing back and forth. Yuri found it mesmerizing. They walked in silence until they reached the intersection where the two would need to part ways. Monika stopped and turned to Yuri, opening her mouth, but then pausing, before rubbing her arm. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier, Yuri,” Monika finally spoke. “You didn’t,” Yuri reassured her, “You didn’t force me into anything. I’m just feeling a bit confused right now. I need some time to process my thoughts.” “Alright,” Monika nodded, relaxing her shoulders a bit, “I won’t pressure you into anything, but know that you can come to me and talk about things if you need to, alright?” Yuri nodded, “I will. Thank you.” With that said, the two said their goodbyes and parted ways, and Yuri found her mind racing for the rest of her walk. Rather than any form of clarity from the strange thoughts she had been having up until now, Yuri only had more questions. As soon as she got back home, she headed up to her room and looked up the term Monika had shared with her, “Omorashi.” Yuri’s wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she started her search, but the more she read the definitions, skimmed over people’s accounts, and was exposed to content that left her blushing, she was forced to come to a single conclusion. I… I definitely have an omorashi fetish. This is why I’ve been getting these weird feelings lately. It’s why I’ve been so aroused… Yuri’s first reaction was to glance at her phone next to her. Should she tell Monika? On the one hand, Monika had reassured her that she could come to her about this, and Yuri was more conflicted and confused as ever right now, but on the other hand, Yuri knew Monika also had ulterior motives, if their interactions today were any indication, and given her own reactions to Monika’s advances, Yuri wasn’t sure she’d be able to resist. She didn’t even know if she’d want to. I should think things through, and sleep on it. With that, Yuri tried to push her thoughts to the back of her mind as she went about the rest of her night. She ate dinner and took a bath, and by the time she changed into her sleepwear and her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light. --- Yuri had to pee. That was the first thing she noticed. Her bladder was swollen and she shuffled as she tried to hold it. She also felt someone hugging her from behind, one arm wrapped around her waist as another brushed just underneath her breasts. She could feel the warmth of their body pressed against her back, and their head resting on her shoulder. Yuri turned to look back at them, and saw two emerald eyes gazing back at her. It was Monika. Her face was flushed and her lips were parted in a sultry smile. Her eyes were filled with lust as she squeezed Yuri’s abdomen a little, eliciting a quiet moan from Yuri’s lips. Yuri felt her bladder spasm and she clamped her thighs together, her knees rubbing as she fought the pent-up flood. “M-Monika,” Yuri blushed, her breaths ragged, both from her efforts of holding it in, but also from an intense arousal from the situation, “I can’t hold it anymore.” “Aw, but you told me you would keep holding it, Yuri,” Monika pouted, she leaned in and whispered into Yuri’s ear, “You can hold it a little longer, can’t you?” Yuri’s heart raced. She was bursting, but the soft, velvet tone of Monika’s voice made her want to try longer. Biting her lip, she nodded. Monika turned and planted a soft, wet kiss on Yuri’s cheek as Yuri stood there, struggling against her body. She then brought one of her hands up and began squeezing at Yuri’s breast through her clothes. Yuri let out a small gasp and nearly leaked at the sudden touch. Monika then snaked her other hand down, giving one last press on Yuri’s bladder teasingly before reaching down to stroke Yuri’s thigh. Yuri’s legs shook as she tried to fight the mounting pressure, not helped by the electric sparks running up and down her body with Monika’s every touch. Her fingers danced across the sensitive skin of Yuri’s inner thigh, coming dangerously close to slipping underneath her skirt, but always stopping short. Her other hand kneaded Yuri’s breast, and she could feel her nipple growing hard from the stimulation. Suddenly, Yuri’s bladder gave another spasm, and she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut and clamping her legs together as she danced in place. She had reached her limit. “Monika, I… I can’t hold it… I’m going to wet myself, please let me go to the bathroom!” “Go ahead, right here, it’s okay, Yuri,” Monika smiled, “Wet yourself, and then I’ll make you feel amazing.” Yuri was tempted by the proposition, but shook her head. She didn’t want to wet herself. “No, please, let me go, I need to pee, I’m going to pee! Ah!” Yuri doubled over as her bladder spasmed again, and she was sure she had let out a leak. She jolted upright, and suddenly Monika was gone. Her heart was racing, her breaths were ragged, and she was incredibly aroused. She looked around. She was in her room, wearing little more than a nightgown and a pair of panties. It had been a dream. Panicked, Yuri reached down to feel her sheets, and her crotch. She hadn’t leaked, or worse, wet the bed, due to her dream. The only things that seemed to have carried over into the real world were how hot and bothered her dream had gotten her, as well as the intense desperation. She really had to pee. Yuri pressed her hand against her crotch to hold it, and she felt the wetness caused by her arousal. Her womanhood throbbed and ached. Come to think of it, she hadn’t taken care of herself after the incident at the park, or her later research, both of which had turned her on immensely. Yuri felt her bladder spasm in protest and she thought to head to the bathroom, but she wasn’t thinking straight. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and began playing with herself, her fingers quickly finding her sensitive bud. She allowed herself to fall back onto her bed as she spread her legs and pleasured herself. Her other hand snaked up and found her breasts, grabbing onto the same one Monika had been squeezing in her dreams. She massaged it and teased her nipple as she continued to rub and stroke her womanhood. Her bladder sent another wave of protest, and Yuri was forced to slow down to avoid leaking then and there. She moaned in both desperation and frustration, and squeezed her legs together, clamping down with her fingers as she overcame the wave. As soon as it had passed, she was back to touching herself. She slipped her fingers into her wet entrance, letting out a moan as she shifted her other hand to give her other breast some attention. Her body was wracked with both desperation and pleasure as she arched her back, letting out another pleasurable moan. With a racing heart and ragged breaths, she brought herself to the edge of climax, only for her pesky bladder to get in the way again. She felt her muscles relax and she slammed her legs shut, moaning and shaking as she tried to avoid leaking. She came very close, feeling as though the contents of her bladder were slamming against her pee hole. A battering ram trying to force open the gates she was desperately clenching shut. Finally, the wave passed, but so had the brink of her arousal. She was unbearably horny, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to orgasm without absolutely wetting herself. Reluctantly, Yuri pulled her fingers out from underneath her panties and she made herself somewhat presentable before rushing down the hall and to the toilet. She really had pushed herself, and managed to get there just before her body involuntarily lost control of her bladder, peeing at full force into the bowl. Before she had even finished, her fingers were already back, teasing herself. With an empty bladder, it didn’t take Yuri long to bring herself back to the edge of climax, and as she reached orgasm, her back arched and she threw her head back, biting onto a finger and stifling her moans as she felt her body shake and spasm. Her heart racing from her climax, and her mind racing from her dream, Yuri was on full autopilot as she wiped herself and flushed the toilet. As she washed her hands, she splashed cold water on her face. She knew what she had to do. --- Much later that day, Yuri found herself walking up to the front door of Monika’s house. She was wearing a light blue ribbed sweater and a frilled black skirt that stopped halfway down her thighs, as well as a pair of black knee-high socks and light grey shoes with blue floral patterns. A bag with supplies for the night was slung over her shoulder, and her bladder was filling up steadily. As she got closer to the front door, Yuri’s heart raced, and her mind harkened back to the conversation she had with Monika earlier. “Monika?” Yuri had begun. She didn’t want to say anything too telling if Monika wasn’t going to check her phone immediately, otherwise Yuri would probably just keep getting more and more anxious about it. Thankfully, Monika responded relatively quickly. “Yeah?” “I looked up omorashi yesterday after the park. I think I might be into it. I don’t really know how to feel about that, though.” “Hey, no worries! I’m still kind of figuring it out myself.” “Hey, do you think we could talk about it later?” “Sure! I’m free all day, pretty much,” Monika replied, then, to clarify, she asked, “Did you want to talk over the phone, or in person?” Yuri’s heart raced. If they talked about it in person, there was no telling how their conversation would go. Monika had gotten rather close to her yesterday at the park. Though, given her dreams lately, Yuri wasn’t entirely sure if she would mind that. “In person would be better.” Yuri answered. “Perfect! Actually, my parents are out of the house tonight. We could make it a sleepover, if you want! Just the two of us!” And that was how Yuri wound up here, on Monika’s doorstep, heart racing as she raised her arm to ring the doorbell. Her finger stopped just short, and Yuri pulled it back, placing her hand on her chest as she tried to calm herself. Finally, she steeled her nerves and rang the doorbell in one swift motion, before she could take it back again. “Coming!” she heard Monika’s voice call from somewhere inside the house. After some sounds of rummaging and footsteps, the door unlocked and opened, and Monika greeted Yuri with a bright smile. “Hey, Yuri!” Yuri gave Monika a once-over. She was wearing a mint green spaghetti strap tank top, and a pleated orange skirt with white frills. Monika’s bare legs were on full display, and the top showed off a bit of her midriff. She was beaming at Yuri happily, and Yuri quickly responded before it became too obvious she was staring. “H-hey,” Yuri smiled sheepishly. “Come on in! I set out some snacks in the living room, since we have the house to ourselves tonight!” Yuri nodded, and followed Monika in. “Can I get you anything to drink?” Monika asked, and Yuri was immediately reminded of her filling bladder, as well as the reason she was here. She briefly wondered if there was an ulterior motive behind Monika’s offer, but offering a guest a drink right after they arrived was just common courtesy. “Do you have any tea?” Yuri asked. Monika nodded and smiled, running off and returning with two steaming cups of green tea. The two sat down on the floor in front of the table Monika had set up, and Monika smiled warmly as she looked across it and faced Yuri. “So, I know you mentioned wanting to talk about things, so we can take that at your pace,” Monika offered, “In fact, we don’t even have to talk about it right away, if you don’t want.” “No, I want to get things off my chest,” Yuri affirmed, even as she looked down, “It all started at the sleepover. I hated wetting myself. It made me feel gross and childish, especially after everything I said to Natsuki about her manga. I never wanted to experience that again. At first I thought that I could train myself to hold it. I started holding it every day, and pushing myself more and more. At some point, I realized that I… actually liked it. I also noticed Natsuki and Sayori holding it, and found myself interested in why they would hold it on purpose, even though I had been doing basically the same thing.” “But it wasn’t as simple as realizing you were interested in this stuff, was it?” Monika asked. “No. At first I didn’t want to believe it. I felt ashamed that I enjoyed holding it, that I could even get aroused by it. Even now, I still don’t know how I feel about it. Am I a pervert? Am I gross?” Monika leaned across the table and placed a reassuring hand on Yuri’s shoulder. “I don’t think you’re gross or perverted at all, just for liking something and being able to admit that. It’s just something you have an interest in. After the sleepover, I started having these fantasies, about me, and everyone else, wetting themselves. Having accidents. It started turning me on. I talked to Natsuki about the manga, and she was the one who told me what omorashi meant. That’s when I realized. So I’m into this stuff too, but you don’t think I’m gross or perverted, do you?” “No, of course not!” “Well, there you go,” Monika smiled, “Yuri, I’m not going to tell you how to feel, but I think you should be allowed to explore the things you enjoy. If something excites you, it just means that you found something special, right?” Yuri fell silent, and as she sipped on her tea, she felt more at ease about everything. “Thank you, Monika,” Yuri nodded, “I definitely think I needed to talk to someone about this. I’m glad it was you.” “Of course,” Monika smiled. “H-hey, Monika,” Yuri added, shuffling as she felt a nagging signal from her bladder. She played it up, figuring Monika would catch on, “B-by the way, you asked me to bring a second set of clothes…” Monika blushed, realizing immediately what Yuri was insinuating. “Yuri, you don’t have to-” “I want to. Or… at least… I want to try,” Yuri affirmed, “I haven’t wet myself since the sleepover. I want to try to get over my negative experience with it. I want your help with that.” Monika sat, stunned, for a few moments, before nodding, “A-alright. How… how badly do you need to go?” “I have to pee, but it’s not urgent yet,” Yuri admitted. “Alright! Well, how about we watch a movie while we fill up? I’ll join you and hold it too!” Yuri nodded, and the two got themselves another glass of tea, as well as plenty of water, to drink and Monika put on a movie. This time it was more in-line with Yuri’s tastes, but her heart couldn’t stop racing at the idea of what she was doing. It didn’t help that this whole situation felt a lot like the last sleepover. Even though her feelings towards holding it had changed, wetting herself there had been such an unpleasant experience that she couldn’t help but feel nervous and uncomfortable. Perhaps sensing her stiffness, Monika leaned into Yuri, leaning into her side and resting her head on her shoulder. Yuri’s heart skipped a beat, and Monika looked up to gauge Yuri’s reaction. “Is this okay?” Monika asked, “Let me know if I’m too close.” “N-no, it’s… nice,” Yuri smiled in return. Taking that as an invitation, Monika cuddled up into Yuri’s side, and Yuri found herself relaxed in Monika’s presence. Halfway through the movie, Yuri’s bladder was urgently full and she was growing restless. She was trying to strike a balance between making her increasing urge obvious to Monika, while also not becoming an uncomfortable headrest. Monika herself was shuffling uncomfortably from time to time, and she kept looking over at Yuri to spot signs of her desperation. Every time Yuri would shuffle in place or rub her legs together, Monika would smile. Just like at the park, Yuri found the idea of Monika knowing that she was holding it, and that her urge to pee was growing by the minute, incredibly arousing. Her heart was racing and she was only marginally able to focus on the movie with Monika cuddled up next to her. Monika shifted her position with a brief, desperate wriggle and then teasingly placed a hand against Yuri’s thigh. Yuri let out a soft moan involuntarily and blushed, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Monika gazing at her teasingly. “Oh, are you filling up?” “Y-yeah, I really have to go.” “Do you…” Monika paused, looking away briefly before turning back and finding her words, “Do you mind if I tease you a bit?” Yuri’s mind immediately jumped back to the steamy dream she had earlier, and her face grew bright red. She gazed back at Monika, looking up with those same lustful, eager eyes. Yuri’s heart skipped a beat, but she nodded. “Let me know if I go too far, and I’ll stop right away,” Monika reassured her, “I want you to feel comfortable.” Yuri nodded, and soon Monika was teasing at her thighs as the two sat on the couch. The movie was forgotten at this point, mere background noise as Monika graced her fingers teasingly close to Yuri’s skirt. Yuri felt her bladder squeeze in protest as Monika leaned over further. She shuffled her legs up and down as she tried not to squirm too much. “Oh, what’s wrong, Yuri?” Monika asked, like she didn’t already know. “I have to pee,” Yuri admitted, bringing an immediate, teasing smile to Monika’s lips. “I have to pee too, but let’s try to hold it as long as possible.” Yuri nodded, and looked over. Monika had leaned in close to whisper into Yuri’s ear, and now the two were gazing at each other, faces inches apart. Monika’s hand was still on Yuri’s thigh. Yuri found her own hand traveling up Monika’s leg, teasing her as the two drew closer. Yuri wasn’t sure who had initiated it first, but she soon found her lips pressed against Monika’s. Monika’s hand snaked around to Yuri’s back and Yuri raised an arm up across Monika’s shoulder as the two kissed. As the two got more physical, Yuri felt Monika grab her breast and squeeze it through her clothes, pausing to gauge Yuri’s reaction. Yuri silently nodded and Monika continued toying with it, her lower hand slipping ever closer to between Yuri’s legs. All throughout this, Yuri felt her bladder swell as it filled up, her desperation only heightened by Monika’s touch. She shuffled and rubbed her legs together tightly as her bladder sent waves of desperation washing over her. She was letting out moans of urgency as she tried to hold it back, but she was filling up fast and she knew it was only a matter of time before she reached her limit. “Y-Yuri… I’m… I’m getting pretty full, how close are you?” “I’m bursting,” Yuri admitted, “I really have to pee.” “Let’s try to make it to the end of the movie,” Monika suggested. Yuri had all but forgotten the movie existed, but it did make for a good time goal. Yuri nodded, and Monika continued to toy with her. Yuri herself found her hands finally reciprocating, returning the favor as she grabbed Monika’s chest through her hands. “Can I… take your sweater off?” Monika asked, “I can take my top off too, if you want.” “G-go ahead,” Yuri nodded. It didn’t take much outside of that confirmation, and soon Monika’s hands were all over Yuri. Yuri felt Monika reach under her sweater and pull it up, waiting for Yuri to raise her arms so she could fully remove it. In return, Yuri slipped the shoulder straps off of Monika’s top and pulled it down, leaving both girls in their bras. It wasn’t long before those were out of the way too, and the two girls were left to take in each other’s topless bodies. “Wow, I can see a bulge, you must really have to go,” Monika teased. Yuri nodded, declining to bring up the bulge in Monika’s own abdomen, indicating that she was just as full. With their tops off, Monika and Yuri returned their hands to bare skin, massaging each other and toying with their nipples even as the two moaned and shuffled in place. Yuri’s bladder cried out in protest, and she felt her thighs clamp down hard as she fought back against a strong spasm. “W-we should… move off the couch, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold it, Monika.” “Good idea, the floor’s easier to clean up.” The two moved away from the couch and returned their hands to each other’s bodies. Yuri felt her full bladder sitting in her abdomen like a rock, each arousing action from Monika sending waves of desperation through her. Monika, too, seemed to shake and let out a desperate moan as Yuri grabbed her breast. In return, Monika removed her lips from Yuri’s and planted a trail of kisses down her collar bone, finding her way down to Yuri’s breast. She took one of Yuri’s nipples into her mouth, playing with it with her tongue. “Yuri, mind if I… touch you down there?” “I’m… I’ll definitely wet myself…” Yuri confessed. She was on the verge already. “It’s okay, Yuri,” Monika encouraged, “I’m at my limit too.” As if the words weren’t encouragement for Yuri’s swollen bladder enough, Monika slipped her hand down as she returned to kissing Yuri’s breast. Yuri felt Monika’s hand slip underneath her underwear and tease her lower lips, and Yuri couldn’t help but let out a spurt directly onto Monika’s hand. “S-sorry,” Yuri panted. “No, that was incredibly hot,” Monika admitted, “If you want to, you can… to me…” Yuri got the hint and slipped her hand underneath Monika’s skirt, slipping her own fingers beneath the waistband of Monika’s panties. Her fingers found Monika’s sensitive bud and she used her fingers to rub it in little circles, eliciting a loud moan from Monika. Yuri felt a wetness on her fingers and heard a short, brief hiss as Monika leaked into her panties. Monika returned the favor by slipping a finger into Yuri teasingly, and Yuri felt her bladder completely give out. She arched her back as she felt her muscles spasm and relax as a powerful stream sprayed out. It struck Monika’s hand and spread out between her legs, soaking through her panties and skirt, running in rivulets as it pooled between her legs. Yuri let out a loud moan and threw her head back in pleasure, even as Monika didn’t let up with her fingers. Yuri returned the favor by speeding up her motions on Monika’s clit. Monika let out another leak and a moan, and all it took was for Yuri to slow down and put a bit more pressure down with her fingers, and Monika burst too. Her dam burst and her pee soaked through her panties and sprayed down between her legs, mixing with Yuri’s own puddle. The combination of the blissful relief and the feeling of Monika’s fingers between her legs was too much for Yuri. She was already so aroused before, and even as her desperation subsided and was replaced with relief, her body was starting to beg for a different kind of release. She could feel her arousal build as Monika leaned forwards, even while still peeing, and pressed her lips against Yuri’s again. Yuri herself finally slipped her own fingers into Monika, who moaned and gasped even as she continued to pee. Yuri felt her own stream trickle off, but her body was far more focused on her building climax. Monika’s walls spasmed and tightened around Yuri’s fingers as well, and she knew that Monika was close too. Monika finally finished peeing, and it seemed like she now had more focus on Yuri. She briefly slipped her fingers out of Yuri to tease her clit, eliciting loud moans that Yuri tried in vain to stifle. Monika herself was moaning as Yuri continued to tease her as well, and soon it became clear that both of them were on the verge of orgasm. “Don’t stop,” Monika begged, “I’m so close.” “Me too,” Yuri panted back. The two kissed each other once again as they both reached climax together, moaning as their bodies shook against each other. Yuri pulled her hand out of Monika’s panties and hugged her, grateful they were already on the floor. She doubted her quivering legs would be able to support herself anymore. Monika was in a similar state, collapsing on top of Yuri as her legs shook with the residual waves of her climax. “So, was I able to help you overcome your negative feelings about wetting yourself?” Monika asked. “Yes. That was… incredible,” Yuri nodded, blushing, “but… w-what are we… I mean, what does this make us… or…” Monika leaned in and kissed Yuri to interrupt her, “W-we can figure that out later. Let’s not ruin the moment. The important part is we both enjoyed it, right?” “Y-yeah,” Yuri admitted. “And I don’t know about you, but I for one would definitely enjoy it if we do that again sometime.” “I…” Yuri looked to the side, face as red as a tomato, “I would like that too.” “Well, we do have all night.” Yuri felt her face light up, and as she sputtered and struggled to find words, she heard Monika laugh warmly. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! We’ll take things at whatever pace you feel comfortable. Although, speaking of, we do have a bit of a mess to clean up here,” Monika motioned to the sizeable puddle beneath them. Yuri blushed, just now noticing as the pee began to cool. Her skirt was clinging to her legs and butt uncomfortably, and she could feel their puddle soaking into her socks as well. Monika must’ve picked up on her discomfort, and looked at Yuri in concern. “You’re okay, right? I mean, you’re really okay. With all of this?” Yuri met the green eyes gazing back at her, a mix of curiosity and concern. Her mind was instantly brought back to her memories of the sleepover, where everything started. She vividly recalled Monika, going out of her way to find her. Even though Monika had just had her own accident, and a worse one at that, she had respectfully kept her distance with Yuri, speaking tenderly and gently. She had made sure she was okay, apologized about letting the others get carried away, and not speaking up herself. It wasn’t the flirting, assertive Monika of her dreams, it was the same apprehensive, concerned, caring girl standing before her now. Smiling back at her even as they got up to start cleaning up their puddle. “Yes, I’m okay, Monika. More than okay,” Yuri reassured her, “My clothes, on the other hand…” Monika let out a warm, gentle laugh, “Yeah, let’s hurry up and clean this up so we can get out of these wet clothes. We should shower, too. We could take turns, or… W-we could shower together?” Monika’s voice had nearly died out and she spoke the last words in more of a whisper. Yuri blushed furiously at the thought of them showering together, and given the experience they just had, they likely wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Even though it made her heart race, Yuri wasn’t opposed to the idea at all. She smiled at Monika and answered, “I’d love to.” THE END
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  31. My best advice to be frankly honest to anyone on this site…. Dont find someone who shares the same kink. If they do thats a bonus! But do not make it your goal to only search for those in this community. Find someone who you share a genuine connection with and is accepting and open minded. Ive come to learn over the years that not only your love life and also sex life will be very empty if kink is all you base it on. your person will come! It takes time, believe me there are a ton of hurdles, but its not impossible I promise
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  32. In the end, I measured and the result was truly amazing. I have a new RECORD of 1480ml (unfortunately it is so sadly close to my real goal). However, I kept wandering around the house with my bladder ready to burst as my pants sank mercilessly into my bulge. At some point, I had to take them off to reduce the pain. I then moved on to something a little too extreme and started punching lightly in the center of my lower abdomen. The feeling was absolutely fantastic. The sudden increase in pressure was driving me crazy. After that, I wasn't sure enough to continue and emptied myself into a 1.5L bottle. When I saw that I was filling it completely I suspected I had broken my record so I went for a more precise measurement: 1480 ml !!! I haven't had any leaks during the whole hold session so I am very sorry not to have continued at least another 10 minutes.
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  33. I wear diapers when flying, just because I don't want to find out what happens when you wet yourself on a plane. It would be too embarrassing even for me, sitting all wet and everyone would stare at me, when they would hear what happened.
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  34. Try rapid desperation without cutting any corners. I had the same problem you did, but I was always skipping the warm-up phase and going right to the pee-every-15-minutes phase. I tried doing it "properly" on a lark, though, and I'm not sure why, but it made a big difference. I was able to get aot more desperate without kidney pain, and the desperation kept escalating rather than getting to that point where your kidneys feel like they aren't making progress anymore. It took awhile, but I finally had a real accident. It was a total surprise, too. I thought I had at least an hour to go, but suddenly I was getting wet and for once there was nothing I could do about it. I lost about half of my bladder volume uncontrollably.
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  35. Hello... Hyper desperation artist? I'd like to commission a realistic relief drawing.
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  36. 🤭pisscape artist😝 I think I can smell it too 😋😳
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  37. Someone didn't slip her the key she needed? I smell an inside job... You wouldn't know anything about that, would you Jailor?
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  38. Well, it seems like my kids have definitely caught on to her increased wettings! We were upstairs helping them clean up their rooms. All of the sudden I hear Jenna say "Oh crap, I have to pee!" I look over and she has her legs slightly crossed (just crossed her knee over to one side to put extra pressure without totally crossing her feet - this is what she normally does). She standing right outside their bathroom, which probably didn't help. However, she normally avoids their bathroom since its pretty dirty (teenage boys, amiright?) She walks down the hallway some and bends over to pick something up, with her legs fully crossed. She freezes as she is standing back up and shouts "Oh no, I gotta hurry"! Our daughter then says "Hey, mom, why don't you go up here? You don't want to pee your pants, do you?" My wife, still frozen in place, says "good idea" and hobbles into their bathroom. She doesn't even bother closing the door as she hurries in, and drops on the toilet with a loud sigh as she empties her bladder.
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  39. Welcome! We are all friendly here, i'm sure you'll find your spot with us! 🙂 ❤️
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  42. Welcome to the site!!! You'll find someone eventually!!
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  43. I'm a "hold it untilI get home" guy, and fortunately live in a rural area on a gravel road with little traffic because I've had occasions when I just couldn't hold it until I got to my driveway, so I've watered the weeds at the edge of the road.
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  44. Girl wets her jean shorts and hers combat boots, think it might be Zoe_cams but I’m not sure? https://thisvid.com/videos/girl-pee-short2/
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  45. I mean if she can't hold it any longer she said she would pee in a trash can so she can just do that.
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  46. I don’t know if I’ve told this story before, but it’s a genuine accident I’ve had, and one I did NOT expect to have. I’ve got to wear fairly nice clothes and an apron for my job. Button-up, dress pants, nothing too elaborate. Now, I REALLY don’t want to wet myself at work. And I never intend to put myself in a situation where I might. As I’m nearing the end of one of my shifts, I go to the bathroom. I pee at the urinal, and I think “I’m done. Time to go back to work.” I put my dick away, zip up, and walk to the sink. But as I start taking those steps, I realize that my zipper squeezing my dick didn’t let me completely empty my bladder, so now I’m standing at this sink dribbling pee into my underwear for a solid 3 seconds going full stream. Thankfully, I hid the bulk of the accident behind my apron, so nobody (hopefully) noticed. Since then, however, I’ve been extra cautious about peeing at urinals.
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  47. I don't know if this was posted before, but I just found this extremely hot video on thisvid. Does anybody know who she is? She is amazing! https://thisvid.com/videos/tied-up-girl-pisses-her-underwear/
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  48. Two friends went to a shopping mall for shopping. They started with a drink at a little bar and did take place at the counter. They watched the barmaid at work. She was a pretty girl with a great body. She did wear a ultra short skirt and showed a lot of her sexy legs. Sometimes when she was bending over to pick something up, she did show them her little panties between her slim, bare thighs. They ordered a second drink because they wanted to see more of the girls long naked legs. To see on and off her little panties, was very arousing for that guy’s. After a while said one of the boys „Did you notice she is needing to wee.“ “How will you know that?“ asked the other. “I have eyes for girls who are needing to pee, because i love it to see girls holding and i love to see them desperate.“was the answer. As the girl served the second drink said the disbeliever „ sorry if i ask you such intimate, my friend think that you would need to wee, is he right?“ “ Oh yes i would need to the loo very urgently. “she answered very frank. After they emptied their drink’s, they made their shopping tour and came back about 3 hours later. They did take the same seats then before. Now did the second guy also notice that the girl was needing to wee, because she could not hide it anymore. She was sometimes bending over and was standing with her wonderful, sexy legs, tight crossed. “You need to wee again?“ asked the same boy as before. “Not again, i am still needing it.“ answered the, young girl. „You had to pee very bad 3 hours before and you have not been to the toilet since then, you are still holding it!?” asked the expert with a boner in his pants. “Pee holding is a part of my job. I was get told at my job interview that i would not have a opportunity to go to the toilet all shift long and that i have to have a strong bladder for that job. Sometimes is that getting very hard and today it is especially bad, because i had no time for a wee before my shift was starting “ said the girl. “That is a great performance!” said the expert and wanted to know how long she was holding it. “Since early morning, but it is my fault and now i have to suffer. The next 2 hours will get very hard for me, but there is no other way than to bear it.“ she said and smiled. „Poor thing, she must be full to burst!?? Have you seen how swollen her bladder is and how much it is bulging out! How can she endure that for two hours longer?“ ask the boy his friend in silence. “I don’t know how, but she has no other way than to hold it, she simply has to bear it and i love it!“answered the other. They did stay for some drinks longer to watch the girl holding, to watch her suffer and to watch her fight against her strong urge to wee. When ever she crossed her naked, long legs very tight, were both guys dreaming to force this sexy legs apart, to pull her panties down, to spread her thighs and to have sex with that girl, full with hot pee like she was!
    2 points
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