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  1. Hi! Just wondering if anyone knew where this came from. It is in a store, but there doesn't seem to be any leaking and they buy the pack they use afterwards, so it should be ok. Would love to know the source! Store Diaper Pee - ThisVidcom.mp4
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  2. It's been a long long while since I've had any kind of unplanned desperate moment, but Mardi Gras makes fools out of everyone! We are locals, and went down to one of the more raucous parades. I did some drinking, had a great time then had to make the loooong walk back to our parking spot. During this walk, my need to pee is growing more and more. We walk about a mile back to the car, then hop in. On the way, I let my spouse know that if he sees a gas station, make a quick stop. First gas station: bathroom closed Second: no public restroom Then we get STUCK BY A TRAIN!! At this point, I'm trying to sit very very still, and not jostle my aching bladder. I'm working through all the mental gymnastics about where I can possibly go to have a sneaky piss without being seen by the dozens of other vehicles also waiting for the train. Becoming increasingly more irritable with my spouse, who is really the hero of this story. The train FINALLY begins moving again and something about that relief makes me lose resolve. I dribble a bit but bring it back into control. 3rd gas station: bathroom out of order. Seriously, what are the odds?? I'm almost in tears and can't stand up straight. So close to holding myself in front of everyone in the gas station. Back in the car i go. A few sprinkles into my leggings later, we pull up at a sports bar. I'm throwing the door open before he even gets the vehicle in park and rushing in. Actively dribbling into my panties while I'm walking. I throw open the door and see it right there! The promised land! I go in, rush into a stall and rip my leggings and panties down. At this point I'm so full that I'm actively peeing on my clothes and hands as I land on the seat. You'd think the peeing on myself would be the embarrassing part here but no. I literally MOAN out loud to the entire sports bar bathroom as I release the raging river into the toilet bowl. Insanely loud ecstatic moans as I FINALLY get to empty myself. Fuckin Mardi Gras man 🤣
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    Please enjoy some of my private videos. Do not repost without consent
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  4. What a little temper tantrum
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  5. This week the US Supreme Court is taking up the issue of Section 230 of the Communications Decency Act. Specifically, the court is looking at two cases, and their decision could be the end of Section 230. In this post I'm going to try to explain exactly what Section 230 of the Communications Decency Act is, why it is important, and why you should care. Additionally, I'm going to look at some of the arguments around Section 230, specifically those who oppose it. Before Section 230 communications companies generally fell into one of two categories: You had your publishes and your providers. Publishers were most companies that published content, from newspapers to TV broadcasters. Since they had control over the content they published, they could also be held legally liable for that content. If they published or broadcast something intentionally false, or harmful, they could be sued, or even criminally liable, depending on the situation. On the other hand, communications providers, like telephone companies, simply provided a way for messages/data to move between points. They exercised no editorial control over these messages, so they couldn't be held liable for anything someone said on a phone call. Even if they were engaging in illegal activity on the phone, the phone company itself couldn't be held responsible for the illegal activity of its users. Section 230 created a new kind of communications company, the online service provider. This was something between a publisher and a service provider. Under Section 230 an online service provider, such as a website, couldn't be held liable for what the users of the service do. Just like communications providers couldn't be held liable for what their customers did on their networks. However, Section 230 also allows for online service providers to exercise editorial control. A website, such as Omorashi.org, can decide to delete content that is against their rules or their standards, while at the same time being legally shielded from any liability due to their user's activity. If I were to post something that were to libel another user here, that user could sue me, but they wouldn't be able to sue Omorashi.org. This law came about as a reaction to a couple of earlier court cases. One of these cases was Cubby v. CompuServe- The plaintiff sued CompuServe over an allegedly defamatory newsletter that had been posted to a CompuServe forum that resulted in him being fired from his job. The court found that since CompuServe exercised no editorial control or moderation of these forums that they had no reason to know of the alleged defamation and dismissed the case. The other case was Stratton Oakmont v. Prodigy -- Yes, that Stratton Oakmont of The Wolf of Wall Street fame. If you ever watched The Wolf of Wall Street then you know that Stratton Oakmont was a giant Ponzi scheme. As investors started to figure this out, they posted their suspicions on the Prodigy forums. Stratton Oakmont sued Prodigy, saying these posts were false, amounted to libel, and wanted to hold Prodigy accountable. In this case, the judge found that Prodigy was liable for the activity of its users. Because Prodigy attempted to moderate their forums, to make them more family friendly, and would promote certain content, the judge found this meant Prodigy was acting as a publisher and thus was accountable for the information they published. As a result of these two cases, the message to online service providers was clear: If you attempt any kind of moderation, you can be held legally liable for anything that slips through the cracks. The only way service providers could protect themselves was to take a hands off approach and not moderate anything at all. For those of you who are old enough to remember, and were using the internet back then, you might remember how easy it was to accidentally stumble upon disturbing, and even illegal content on forums back then. Child pornography, graphic gory images, and tons of pirated software littered forums back then. You didn't even have to be looking for it, you could just stumble across it while looking for something completely unrelated. I experienced this myself when looking at the SeaQuest DSV BBS. Most people were not in favor of this legal landscape when it came to online content moderation. So this was the purpose of Section 230, to make it safe for sites to try and moderate their user content while protecting them from liability. As a result of Section 230, websites based on user generated content have been able to thrive. Every modern forum, all social media, and video sharing sites like Youtube. So that is the background behind Section 230.... Why, considering this, would anyone be against it? Well, there are several reasons. But, one of the biggest reasons is that many people feel big sites, like Youtube and Twitter, have too much power and are too central to how ideas spread. That allowing these sites to exercise editorial control allows them to selectively allow certain ideas, while blocking others. In the US, conservatives especially accuse large websites of censoring conservative ideas and speech. There are other arguments around the idea that these platforms should be liable for content they fail to moderate. In one of the cases the Supreme Court is currently looking at a young man's family is suing Youtube. They argue that Youtube didn't remove videos that radicalized the terrorists who killed him, so Youtube should be partially liable for his death. On one hand, you have people who want to do away with Section 230 so they can post whatever they want without having it be blocked or removed. The other group against section 230 seems like they want things to remain the same, they just want to be able to sue when companies are not doing a good enough job moderating their content. What would the consequences be? If Section 230 were actually to be struck down, many people think this would be the end of the internet. This is based on historical precedent. As we have removed legal shields for certain kinds of websites, we have simply seen those websites vanish. For example, COPPA didn't result in websites for children becoming safer, it resulted in websites for children vanishing. Almost every website, even those targeting younger users, have language requiring users to be at least 13 years old. Before COPPA various companies, Disney, Nickelodeon, AOL, all had sites designed for very young users, but COPPA made the risk of running such sites too great and these companies all decided it wasn't worth it. Similarly, FOSTA didn't force sites like Backpage or Craigslist Personals to change, it forced them to shut down. The liablity risk was too great, and those kind of sites no longer exist. The fear is the same thing that happened with COPPA and FOSTA would happen if Section 230 was struck down by the court. That it would be too legally perilous to operate a site that allowed user generated content. Sites like Facebook, Twitter, and Youtube would likely have no choice but to stop allowing users to post content. Now, you might be thinking wouldn't things just simply return to a pre Section 230 type landscape, where these sites could continue to operate, just they wouldn't be able to moderate their content? Well, the answer is no. Here is the problem- Other laws that have come into existence since then require certain kinds of moderation. The aforementioned COPPA and FOSTA among them, not to mention the good old DMCA. Because these laws require a certain level of proactive moderation, websites wouldn't be able to just take a hands off approach and be protected the way CompuServe was back in the early '90s. They would be forced to be classified as publishers and be legally liable for the content posted by their users. Liberals would be able to sue sites that hosted content by conservatives that liberals felt was false, misleading, or harmful. Conservatives would be able to sue sites that hosted content by liberals that they felt was false. Anyone who got COVID could sue Twitter for allowing posts that included misinformation about COVID vaccines and anti-vaxers would be able to sue websites that posted pro-vaccine information. It is hard to imagine how websites could survive in such an environment, and if the past is any indication, they probably won't. This could be the end of sites that allow user generated content. At this point some of you may be thinking, "OK, but this is a US law, can't websites simply operate outside of the US?" That is a good point, and while the answer would technically be an affirmative, the reality is that when it comes to the internet, policy has a surprisingly far reach. This is because so much of the internet's infrastructure touches places that are under US jurisdiction at some point. Most large sites down are served via Content Distribution Networks (CDNs) which are reliant on servers in the US. Many of the most popular top level domains (.com .net) are under US jurisdiction. Plus you have the banking and financial infrastructure these sites depend on. The US Supreme Court gets to choose which cases it hears. Section 230 has been the law for over two decades now, and consistently upheld by the lower courts. So, this isn't a matter of conflicting precedent where the court is going to weigh in. That they have decided to take up these cases challenging Section 230 is a strong indicate that the court is posed to strike it down.
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  6. I have to pee so bad. 😖
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  7. I just peed on myself in my bed still laying here in my cold peed in pants ab to let more out as soon as I feel my bladder fill up more. IMG_6783.MOV IMG_6782.MOV
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  8. lol we might as well just set up wettermesser's own thread for thisvid rips
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  9. I don't know who this is, but have been keeping an eye on this thread but I came across this gem the other day. The room looks quite familiar with the bar setup. (Warning for nudity!) desperate piss.mp4
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  10. Okay omo lovers! First of all - my apologies for not being able to publish the calendar earlier. With real life challenges, which every body faces, I was away from my drawing pad for a really long time. However, I have the omo calendar 2023, the first of its kind, ready for you all. And here's the link to it. https://t.co/P96ZsUEd0Q I earnestly hope you all like it! Can't wait to hear your thoughts on it. . .
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  11. Random images I decide to translate, done with Google Lens, DeepL, and Google Translate
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  12. Hi everybody 🙂 You probably heard from me with the tiktok issue. im burstingMeg, I enjoyed peeing my pants a lot so decided to start a pee desperation and wetting small business as content creator. You were all very nice so if it is allowed I will always post any preview I make here for you. Im just a small independent content creator so if you see any of my « full » content leaked somewhere I would greatly appreciated if you let me know 🙂 My twitter is : @burstingmeg 🙂 BurstingMeg IMG_3106.MOV
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  13. 368 downloads

    Did a hold with a Twitter friend. I lost!
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    Please enjoy the content I share, and feel free to leave and positive feedback Much Love
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  15. Sitting here is a fresh Goodnite, having just an ✨accident✨ in one, and I felt the need to express just how amazing these pull-ups are. They're cute, they're comfortable (I'm bit outside the L size now and they still work!). The prints are adorable, and they're stretchy to accomodate my curves. They're not loose and leaky like adult pull-ups I've tried (seriously, I regret store brand adult pull-ups every time I try them. I always end up a leaky and sad and they are always loose in some areas and top tight in others). They're discreet—you can't see them under shorts, pants or dresses. I've had many an accident in them and they seldom if ever leak on me. The rise isn't too high and I always feel cute and secure when wearing them. The leak guards actually work and they hold a full bladder for me easily. They remain comfortable once wet and you don't have to change immediately after wetting to avoid leaks, which is handy when relaxing with a book and tea (or whatever else you do for fun). They're easy to buy, and they're reasonably affordable. Like, why do they not make adult sized pull-ups like this!? It's criminal. That's all. If you haven't tried them yet, I 100% recommend them. Dream pull-up right there.
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  16. One for the lovers from a former non-participant View File Please enjoy some of my private videos. Do not repost without consent Submitter Omo buzz Submitted 02/21/2023 Category Female  
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  17. *giggle* if I were so desperate to pee I could not run from the car into the store. Running with a full bladder causes leaks. I'd probably arrive at the aisle and realize I don;t need a pull-up anymore *blush* The video is hot though
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  18. I had to catch a flight to Mexico but I missed the flight because I drank a large coffee and a liter of water, I was so unbelievably desperate to pee I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold it in during takeoff.
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  19. Mom omo scenarios you may use... The first idea's the simplest. Mom's in camping clothes sitting on a log or squatting in some brush showing her kid that peeing outdoors is no big deal. Mom has to hand-rock and breast-feed the baby for who knows how long before the little one will go to sleep. Any interruption will cause a wailing fit. Of course she also has to pee really bad. Because Mom has two hands (and one breast) committed to this task Dad has to pull down her pants so she can sit on the toilet and then wipe her and pull them back up when she's done. This Mom is one of those people who doesn't wake up during the night and pees a river in the morning and a tsunami on a morning when she sleeps in. Kid jumps on Mom to wake her up one Saturday. To make a long story short they have to buy a new mattress. Kid screams because Mom's walking around like a zombie in the middle of the night. Dad explains that she sleepwalks and it's nothing to be upset about. When Mom pees on an expensive rug or piece of furniture it's Dad's turn to scream. This Mom is head of a large household (maybe normally small but with relatives currently staying) with only one toilet which stops working. Everybody has to pee by the time it's fixed or replaced. Of course the kids come first, and once all of them are safely relieved the adults start going. Mom puts her own needs last but underestimates the time it will take and overestimates her holding abilities. It's either an accident or an embarrassing close call. This family's stuck in a traffic jam and there's no way Mom can hold it until they can drive to a restroom. Publicly dropping her pants and peeing on the asphalt would be setting a bad example for the kids. Luckily one of them isn't potty trained and so there are spare diapers in the car. Mom puts one or two on the seat under her and hopes they can absorb everything she's about to let loose. Teen kid takes ridiculously long showering and beautifying herself while Mom waits for the bathroom to open up. After and hour or two of coaxing and nagging and begging and yelling Mom finally takes direct action and bursts through the door before the pee bursts through her bladder. Mom stumbles on a hidden photo of a young woman peeing. She calls the teen kids into the living room and demands to know who brought this filth into her house. Dad reminds her it belongs to him and she's the one in the picture. ...I had fun coming up with these!
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  20. i don`t think that pee lovers are "more positive people", i think it`s just that we look at pee differently. non-omorashi fetishists see pee as a regular bodily liquid, such as sweat. to some it might be disgusting or filthy, but it`s pretty rare (ik that cuz i`ve talked abt this to some of my non-omo friends and they don`t find pee disgusting at all).
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    Tickle, tickle, tickle.
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  22. I just felt like letting go in bed IMG_6783.MOV IMG_6782.MOV
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  23. I've always peed in the pool ever since I was a kid. I still do. The water just kind of makes you have to go. If my swim trunks are already wet I will sometimes sit in the grass and pee in them too.
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  24. Well I say no nsfw, I'm mostly talking no genitals showing, just bladder bulges, desperation poses, etc... This sheet was mostly made for normal art anyways, but I though it would still work here
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  25. Hello! Im IlloRuan, im a new NSFW Artistand I present to you my first OC. I still don't know how to name her, any ideas?
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  26. So, yeah, my first post on Omoorg, let's get this bread gamers. Transferring over my recent stories from AO3 onto here every few days (when I remember). First to start will be my BTR fanfic. You can view the original over on AO3 here for part one. I'll link part two when I post it here. Feedback is always appreciated. --- Chapter One: Guitars, Loneliness and White Diapers. --- "My name is Guitarhero, and I present to you: I caught a glimpse of myself diapered and had to destroy every mirror in my room." She strung her guitar, depression choking her as the notes came to her naturally. Clenching her jaw, the rubber nipple of her pacifier got squeezed between her teeth as she mumbled the impromptu lyrics. Between each chord, she could hear the crinkling of her diaper as her body moved in tune with the notes playing in her head. Closing her eyes, she immersed herself in the music. "This one's good – eerily good..." Bocchi carefully dissected each note playing over her headphones, listening for flaws. Mixed with the noise was the faint noise of her diaper rustling between pauses, sending a gulp crawling down her throat. "Great, one day I'll be careless and accidentally let it slip through production, and some pervert will catch it." She ran her fingers over the plastic surface of her diaper, feeling the folds skate across her skin. "I'll wake up, and my comment section will be full of weird timestamps, and someone will make a bot account with the name 'everytimeguitarherousesherdiaper' giving graphic status updates on the cleanliness of my underwear." Another sigh escaped her lips, muffled by the blue pacifier she happily sucked on. "Wouldn't that be sad? Accusing me of something I don't even do?" She paused, the muffled laughter of her guests echoing in her closet. "Isn't that even worse, though? Here I am, spending my allowance to buy diapers to wear for when I'm anxious yet never even use them?" Her fingers dropped across the strings before Bocchi continued to dread. "Technically, I don't even wear them. I've got my panties on under because I'm too scared I'll like the sensation or something, so I'm just here parading as a degenerate without any of the benefits." She strung her guitar again, trying to pull herself out of this self-hating cycle of needless pain. "I can't even be a disappointment correctly." An appropriately timed laugh had cut her train of thought, pulling her attention elsewhere. "Even they're laughing, some family from out of town that's suddenly come to visit. I shouldn't even be wearing now that they're here, but the last time they visited, I got so nervous I vomited all over grandpa, so I doubt they'll come up and disturb me that much." Another perfectly planned disaster. "Besides, Mom will stop them from barging in. If not, the signs across my door should suffice. 'Do not enter, recording!' sounds professional, mysterious, and cool.” The hand-written ward was repeated again across her closet. “I'm sure they'll understand that their to-be super-mega-ultra-diaper-wearing-rockstar is busy with her super-mega-ultra practice!" She strung her guitar again, newfound confidence surging through her as a smile crept up on her face, the pacifier tightly enveloped by her tongue. "My name is Guitarhero, and I present to you: So what if I wear diapers? It's not like I use them." Time passed, the clock inching towards eight in the evening. Bocchi had her eyes glued on the comments from her latest video, analyzing each word as if she was grading English papers. The mental strain of reading people's words posted on the internet was taking its toll on her frail body, causing her more damage than she'd realized. "Isn't that pathetic? I'm getting anxious just reading words on a white page..." She crossed her legs, her mind subconsciously signaling that something was wrong. Instead, Bocchi leaned closer, chewing on the positive praise she's gotten on her latest hit. The diaper had done its job, assisted by the blue pacifier and the stuffed toys she's so shamelessly surrounded herself with - not to mention the plethora of imaginary friends she's nurtured since her earliest memories of being a loner began. Her cure for anxiety was frighteningly effective. Once sufficiently socialized, she danced between the plethora of tabs open in her browser, aimlessly clicking as her mind ran wild with ideas of a band and her performance in it. The imaginary crowd cheered for her, her guitar solo forever chiseled in music history thanks to several recordings popping up on video sites. Then, as pleasant as the dream was, it turned into a nightmare. "And then, at the apex of the solo, a gust of wind lifts my skirt up, revealing the diaper taped to my waist..." At the very least, the weirdos on anonymous internet forums would be satiated knowing their theories were true. Bocchi snapped back to reality, scanning the website in front of her. It was the store page for a onesie she was looking to buy, another pink outfit to add to her collection. "If I had a band, I could easily afford this... But..." Pausing, she took a minute to calculate how many meals she'd need to additionally skip. Then, she opened a new tab: "Minimum amount of daily calories needed to..." Ten in the evening arrived, with no signs of the chatter downstairs ending. Bocchi squirmed in her seat, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her stomach. Firmly crossing her legs, Bocchi clenched her jaw and waited for the sensation to subside, the diaper between her thighs crinkling as it struggled, crushed between her legs. "Why? Why are they still here!? Is there that much to talk about with my parents and little sis? Do regular people love the sound of their own voices that much that they drag out regular conversations for hours?" She shifted her weight towards her waist, trying hard to suppress the pressures brewing inside her. "I can't, I can't. I genuinely can't do it. I can't go to the bathroom at the end of the hall – it's just impossible. They'll hear me. I can't stealthily rip these tapes off either..." A nervous gulp crawled down her throat, eyeing the empty bottle on her desk. "That's even worse! I'm not – That's not happening.” Bocchi pinched her face, trying to wash the image out of her mind. “It's fine. My family won't stick around for much longer. They've got jobs and a life waiting for them tomorrow. Surely they won't stay - " The date today read Saturday instead of Sunday, as she previously thought. She felt the color drain from her face, despair seeping into her heart. Eleven rolled around. "Surely, Mom must know, right? I try to hide them, but even then - she's the one that cleans my room. Even when I do it - and emphasize it to her - she still barges in and does a once-over herself.” Bocchi sat in the corner of her closet, trailing circles into the ground below. “How do you even approach that as a parent? Your eldest daughter wears diapers in secret and is a total social failure. Poor Mom, please don't blame yourself - it's me who's to blame!” She pressed her hand against the back of her diaper, listening to it rustle with a satisfying crinkle. While her budget only allowed her to afford bottom-shelf pampers, statistics like absorbency and smell-negation only served as filler. “Can I really help it, though? It's like wrapping yourself in a woolen blanket. Please don't misunderstand and think that I actually use them or something gross like that." That thought lingered in her head. Bocchi felt her body tightening, flush with color and swirling with emotion. It yearned for something, a routine she had failed to maintain for tonight. “Crap, I’m getting… horny? Why? Sure, I usually do it before bedtime, and it’s become a sort of bedtime ritual - but I’ve never done it in diapers before.” Her hand switched positions, now drawing circles against the white padding. “Hell, it’s only after I take ‘em off and tuck myself into bed that I feel the urge and quickly deal with it.” Fidgeting, Bocchi ran her fingers across the white plastic of her diaper, feeling it spring underneath her fingertips. An undeniable, powerful heat pulsed from her waist, mixing with the pain of self-imposed constipation to create a unique blend of pleasure. “Don’t tell me… I’m only feeling this way because I’m holding it in? S-Seriously? Is this the moment I figure out a new fetish and forever change the trajectory of my life, giving up my dreams of joining a band and becoming a social butterfly - trading it in for a pitiful, diaper-bound existence?” Bocchi pushed her hands deeper into her crotch, feeling the padding rub against her skin as the diaper rustled with every movement. Crinkling filled the air, audible enough for her to pick it up via her microphone. “Crap, crap, crap! No – show some self-restraint, woman. This is a fluke. I’m anxious and bored and have missed my regular, scheduled masturbation.” She pushed her slender finger against the pacifier, shuffling it around in her mouth to a better position. “I can’t bring myself to do it, not with so many people cheering me on! What would they think of their number one to-be super-mega-ultra-diaper-wearing-rockstar if the truth somehow leaked online? What if, ten years from now, I go under some hypnosis as a joke on live television and confess my crimes?” Her hands returned back to the guitar resting on her lap. “My name is Guitarhero, and I’m NOT a pervert!” Twelve-thirty in the evening. There were no signs of the chatter ending. Only slight pauses between sentences. The crawling, dreaded realization swallowed Bocchi as she felt her heart tighten with pain. She had pushed her body to its furthest edge but could venture no more. "I'm not going to see daylight, am I? I'm going to poop my pants - piss myself and then promptly die but only after my parents find me and bring in my extended family to come and mock me. My dreams of forming a band and breaking my nervous shell, they're all -" She couldn’t even have the luxury of finishing her final words before having her purity ripped from her. Bocchi felt her stomach cramp as her body loosened. Her fingers curled, gripping her guitar as she felt the warm mess slither into the seat of her diaper – the seat of the white panties underneath. She pushed involuntarily, her body demanding the waste be expelled at all costs. The loss of her dignity was only a small price to pay, as she felt an immense relief from such degrading actions. Her mind, usually aloof with dozens of thoughts, became eerily empty as the diaper expanded with a sharp bulge, the panties underneath already filled to the point of failure. Naturally, where there is stool - there is urine, her bladder happily giving up its grip and allowing all of the yellow liquid to fill the bulky padding underneath. The white panties she wore as a barrier protecting her purity became stained, unable to stop the torrent as it rushed from her. Bocchi bit down on the rubber nipple inside her mouth, her face red with embarrassment and heat. She struggled to maintain a coherent thought, only focused on her body and its urges. The aftermath, how she'd sneak this past her mother, her sister, the guests – the worries and anxiety just failed to form. With one last painful push, she felt the weight drop off her shoulders. She had thoroughly filled her pants, ending the sixteen-hour streak of not answering nature's calls. With it, the torrent of voices lingering inside her head returned. "W-W-What the hell did I do!? Wha- How- How am I going to explain this? I-I'm not sure if..." Bocchi had only now noticed that her body had assumed a more relaxed position: on her knees with her butt lifted inches off the ground and body bent forward. She flinched, unable to compute the idea of her body being manipulated without her consent. Was this lost time? "W-What's Mom going to think when she sees her guitar prodigy of a daughter waddling down the stairs in a full diaper? And Futari? I'm nowhere near the sub-water-flea levels I was once - I'm so far below that... that..." She watched as her rankings on the Gotou family pyramid slipped by around five-thousand levels - barely edging out the proto-single-celled organisms that live in the deep sea thermal vents. "No, I can't even rank myself in their esteem! They're the guys that started all life on the planet - please accept my forgiveness..!" Once they accepted, Bocchi bounced back up, her diaper sloshing with every movement. "I've got to get to the bathroom. There's no other way, even if they hear the tapes.” Carefully and slowly, the stinky guitarist pulled herself up, the diaper fastened to her waist rustling with every movement, the contents of her diaper moving around and squishing beneath her weight. “Even if they laugh and gossip at what I'm doing in there, surely they can't think of something worse than this... Right?" She felt the mess settle, still somewhat contained by the ruined panties underneath. Running her fingers across the plastic, Bocchi lightly weighed the size of her diaper, feeling it sag and droop into her hand. The heat and pleasure she had previously fought off returned with a vengeance, guiding her hand over the waistband of her padding and against her crotch. She dipped her fingers against the sodden fabric of her underwear beneath the diaper, tugging at it, feeling it rub against her vagina. Her other hand found its way to the back of her diaper, caressing the bulge that had formed. Again, her mind turned blank as the sensations took over, culminating in a split-second decision that would forever ruin the tiny shreds of purity she still had. Without much hesitation, she used her other hand to squish the back of her diaper, feeling the mass in the seat of her underwear spread. A moan escaped her lips, caught by the pacifier. Again, she repeated the process, feeling the diaper spring back up but remain glued to her. The panties underneath had already overflown, the leakage caught by her padding as it did its intended job. The room filled with a strong but familiar smell, replacing the faint odor of mold and mothballs that became associated with her. Pushing her fingers further, Bocchi curled her toes and chewed on her pacifier - her frail body covered in goosebumps as she approached climax. In a trance, she pushed as far as her body allowed, waves of euphoria washing over her and drowning her with ecstasy. It wasn’t enough, the panties too constricting and causing more harm than good – she slipped her hand between the used underwear and her skin. Digging deeper, Bocchi moaned in silence, her pace increasing and increasing until – Thank God for the pacifier, blocking her from letting out a long moan of pleasure that came with her euphoric climax. Hitori Gotou had now forsaken any dreams of marriage. “W-What the hell just happened!? W-W-W-How the hell did this happen? I was just thinking of going to the bathroom to get out of this disgusting thing - but, ah, what?” She pulled her hand out of the soiled diaper, watching it glisten with urine and long strands wrapped around and between her fingers. It wasn’t a dream, nor a trance, nor was she possessed. “A-Am I a pervert? I’ve never really had any urge to do something like this; I’ve only ever done it to regular porn - what does this mean? I know it’s all hormones and being a teenager, but…” Turning, she struggled to find a place to wipe her hand, settling on brushing it against her diaper. After all, it couldn't get dirtier. “Was it the diaper that turned me on? The act of pooping my pants? I’m not asking because I’m interested. I need to shift the blame onto one specific act so I know to never do it again!” A defeated exhale escaped her lips, her pacifier dropping out of her mouth as a sign of resignation. "A-At least I'm a bonafide TOOL fan now..!" Humor was the only way she could cope with the situation. It was two in the morning when she finally heard the chatter perish and the front door closed. Despite being left to stew in her own filth for an hour and a half, plus an additional thirty minutes she spent waiting for her parents and sister to go to bed, Bocchi felt it was a good payoff. Sure, the moments she's spent in her used diapers are now forever laser-engraved in her memory. She'd sleep worse at night, every night, until the end of days - and no matter how much she'd scrub, she'd never be clean. Sliding the closet door open, Bocchi took two clumsy steps forward and began scavenging her room for supplies, namely, a set of pants to help cover up her shame. "Ah, I'm sorry we've kept you up for this long." "Nonsense, we have no issues with being night owls for a day or two. Besides, Futari sleeps like a champ, so we shouldn't be bothering her." "What about Hitori? Think we're causing her issues?" "Ah, well, she's a complicated girl, but it's nothing personal, y'know? Teenagers and all that..." The family chatted, bags of late-night supplies (namely alcohol) dangling in their hands. It's not often that they meet like this, and the temptation of a bit of booze thrown into the mix was too strong to pass up. "So, she plays the guitar, huh? Just like her father - say, is she better?" "Definitely." Both parents answered in unison. "They're such talented, smart, and pretty girls." The matriarch of the Gotou family answered, her husband nodding along, his rank in the family hierarchy just a step beneath their beloved puppy. "I couldn't be prouder." The front door of their home opened, a wave of stench washing over them. Everyone recoiled, their eyes adjusting to the light from inside. Hitori-Bocchi was caught crouched on the floor, her white and used diaper visible for all to see. Holding her pink track pants by the waistband, she was trying to tug them out of their dog's mouth, the infernal beast chewing on the leg hole. "H-Hitori?" She turned, her face an emotionless void. The dog unlatched from the pants, allowing Bocchi to tumble down onto the floor, squishing the mess nested in her diaper across her butt with a nasty squelch. Unable to communicate a sentence, all she could do was watch the expression of her parents as they stood in stunned horror. She opened her mouth to defend herself, but only a slight wheeze escaped her lips, her flight-fight-freeze response picking the worst of the three options. Even in her most depraved, suicidal, and depressing mind scenarios, she could never reach this level of embarrassment. Adding insult to injury, their dog circled back around, sniffed the air, and let out a disgusted scoff. That new amplifier was becoming more and more of a dream by the minute. Futari Gotou cautiously waddled towards their bathroom, her eyes half-open as the sound of an alarm bell rang in her head still. Rubbing her eyes, she stopped in front of the bathroom door, slightly ajar, and peeked inside. “Hmph…” Her older sister, if you could even call her that, stood hunched over the white sink. Around her ankles were her regular pink pajamas. Around her waist was an adult diaper, currently being shamelessly filled with poop. “Mooooooom! Hitori is pooping herself again!” Bocchi flinched, the toothbrush in her mouth dropping into the torrent of water circling the sink. The color drained from her face, staring at Futari’s concerned expression reflected in the mirror. The reality was much worse, she had messed herself yesterday evening around eleven, during her guitar practice, and failed to ask for a change. Now, she was expelling the rest. “Jeez sis, you didn’t even try and make it to the potty this time. It’s right next to you.” Hitori failed to answer, too busy filling the seat of her diaper. It had been four weeks since the incident, and things escalated quickly. Only a defeated grunt served to acknowledge Futari’s statement. “Well, whatever. I’ll wait in my room until you’re done with mom.” Futari exited, leaving Bocchi all alone. Pushing again, she felt her diaper grow heavier at the back and damper in the front, her mind blissfully blank. A well-deserved break from her intrusive thoughts. Sighing, she finished, running her palm across the plastic. It was concerning, and Futori was right to be worried about it: Bocchi had become so casual about her diapers that even wearing pants around the house bothered her. Her guitar skills exploded, six-hour practice sessions turning into eight, then ten, all thanks to her crinkly underwear skipping any bathroom interruptions. At this rate, she was sure to join a band, easily able to impress even the harshest critics. Bocchi squeezed the bulge nesting in the back of her pampers, head full of praise from her latest Youtube comments. Surely quitting diapers full-time when she actually joins a band won’t be that hard, right? Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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  27. Clip name is 0143_elise_rt27-1mdp @WetterMesser
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  28. Biku's art

    I can feel her pain! Nice artwork as always 👏
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  29. theres definitely demand for it, but because most omo fans are straight men, its a very niche thing (a niche within a niche) the benefit of that is there is less variety already online than with female omo stories, so youre less likely to write something that is too similar to what someone else has written
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  30. I mean I gave you a good starting point for A Juliet Story.but I have no idea who Rachel + Monica Are or what show they're from . Also I think A2B story would be really good as well because she's an android and she really doesn't need to use the bathroom but it would be a good idea to see how that would play out for her needing to pee when she really doesn't . Maybe it could be some type of chip that makes her feel like she's got a full bladder and she doesn't know that it's a chip because the game is kind of weird and hide stuff from the player.
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  31. The dreaded gym class. Thanks to Kemono Hatsukin for the art

    © Danbooru.donmai.us

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  32. Content warning: there is VERY LIGHT BDSM in this multichaptered story, a (mostly mild?) bit of pee tasting/drinking, power exchange, CNC, submission/domination but it's implied that characters are roleplaying or overstating themselves, but also there is love, smooches, intimacy and such sweet things... It's a story I may continue a lot, I like it. Chloe is a blond girl in her middle 20s, she's in the strength of adulthood, she is fit as she don't stay one week before doing sports. She always wears leggings and tight shirts, as she knows everyone can't stop looking at her. She really likes that, and she's bi, so she don't only wanna boys attention, she wanna have girls too. She likes racecars, bikes, sports and all. She is really strong at some strategic videogames. She also plays guitar a bit. Nora is a redhead woman soon going on her 40, she's well over adulthood now, she is plump as she is a bit overweight, but it's fine, as she is very beautiful anyway. She wears motherly clothes, like women of her age, even that she have kids, they are adults as she got them early around 19 and 20 years old, and they are living their lives now, studying in college or working, whatever. She is divorced, and when she started a new job at a store to feed herself as she left her exhusband when he cheated on her, she felt on Chloe, who was shopping stuff, and when Chloe seen her cuteness, she couldn't resist but jumping on the occasion to seduce her. Now it's 1 year and a half they're together. Today, Chloe is wearing a black shortskirt and a white shirt, and her girlfriend wears a dress, over their swimsuits, which Chloe's is a red two pieces, and Nora's is dark blue one piece. They're smiling and having fun right now. They're enjoying a nice icecream, half layed on two tanning beds, the feet in the air, the sea waving far from them maybe 50 meters away. It's a sunny day, but it's a bit cold to go in water, still, it's nice to rest and relax anyway. "It's so nice to have you with me." Chloe says. "It is really relaxing. Just laying there, doing nothing but taking sunbaths..." Nora adds. They lick some icecream before stopping to talk again. "I'm opening one of our Ice Tea can okay?" Says Chloe. "Of course. Do." She respond. She grabs the bag and take out an orange colored can. She open the locker and start drinking loudly. Nora watches her, filling her belly with sugar juices, and that makes her remind something. She have to pee. Not too much, but still, she is gonna have to go before the end of the day. Maybe she can hold it 40 minutes more, but she isn't certain about anything. She finishes her icecream and lean a hand near the can. "Can you share with me please?" She asks shyly. "Of course babygirl, with pleasure." Chloe respond, smiling. She watch her love drinking and drowning her thirst with the soda can, that sensation of her feeling nice with her satisfy Chloe so much. After a tiny bit, the mature woman stop drinking. "Come-on, don't be shy." She says smiling. "Alright, thank you." She respond. She drinks a little more, which makes her bladder more and more awake, and she's more and more aware of her need. After a while she stops, then she licks the sugar off of her lips. "I'm gonna finish it." Replies Chloe. She drink more and more until the last drops, then put it back in the bag. The pressure in Nora's belly is building up, quite fast as usual. She've been to the restroom 2 or 3 hours ago, but her bladder starts to be in need again. Chloe stretches and get up. She gather her towel she was laying on and stuff. "Are you going with me I wanna go to the pavilion?" She asks. "Yes right, I need to go to the restroom soon." She confess. They walk until an aley with small camping houses. They get inside theirs, and coming through the kitchen, Chloe grab Nora's hands. She lean in close to her, and she start to kiss her. Nora let out deep sigh in the moment of affection, before trying to stop her. "Darling... I know what you want but... I need to go..." She mumble, kissed by her girlfriend. "That's what I wanna hear. Let's go in the bedroom okay?" She says. The young woman leads her until they could climb on the bed. The clever girl makes her lay against a pillow. "I wanna you, to tell me, how much you need to go right now." She says softly in her neck. She kisses her there, which makes her shivers. Her bladder makes important signals by that point and she whines a bit, but her girlfriend likes that a lot. "I really gotta go darling, you can't even know how much, I'm even afraid to wet the bed in the next minutes if you stay active on me like that." She says. "More... I wanna hear more of your needs." She whisper in her ear. Chloe start to gently touches here and there, teasing her barely touching her. "No, don't tease me please, I want more..." She mumbles in a needy voice. "If I give you more you promise me to not wet the bed okay?" She says. "Darling, you know I won't be able to hold it... Last time you endedup getting all wet having your face down there. I'm almost leaking already..." She squirms although she exaggerate her actual need a tiny bit to excite her more. Even if it is Chloe that initiated their little wet holding roleplaying game at first, Nora couldn't be more excited by the situation, and is almost more into it than the one who introduced her to that sports. Having to go always makes her tingles down there, she really likes the teases and the slight rubs her lover is giving her now. After a while whining and moaning by her, Chloe cease to do such things to Nora. "I wanna play a new game I've dreamed about last night. I've seen at my crotch that I've fucking cum in my sleep when I waked up." She says in a eager tone. "What is it?" She asks shyly. "It's simple. When I say go, you go. When I say stop, you stop. Is that okay with you?" She asks. "Oh, okay... I mean I'll try." She respond. "Tell me more about your game." "I won't actually punish you too much in that game, I'm gonna make you pee in a bottle or a glass, and when I'll want, I'll get it away from you. Of course I'll prevent you, if not it's unfair. But the important thing for you is that if you can't hold, well, you're gonna have to wear the clothes you've wet. It could be jeans, leggings, panties, swimsuits, tights, all at once, I'll decide everyday what you're gonna wear okay?" "That's so nice. I like it. But it's gonna be so hard to stop if I actually need to go. Could I wear one of your pads or somesort inside my panties under the glass or such?" Nora asks "Oh right, that's a good idea for somedays. But I may pee in the pad a bit before you wear it, I don't wanna you to relieve yourself too much in them without my consent. Don't worry, you have to trust me, it's a game of confidence. I would like to control your bladder entirely too. So you would not pee ever as soon as you don't have my oral permission. I wanna be able to see everytime it falls from your delicious slit babygirl." Chloe says in her naughty smile. "Your words making me fucking horny right now." She respond. "Okay, don't move, I'll comeback soon." She says as she get up. When she come back in the room she have a leggings and a plastic box in her hands. "I want you to wear this, and to stand on your knees right here on the bed okay?" She order her. "Yes miss." Nora respond. She execute herself, changing her swimsuit to the legging, being now topless. Chloe seize her by her waist and kisses her belly, her breasts, and her mouth for a bit, before getting still. "Can I pull you cloth down?" She asks. "Yes darling." She accepts. "Thank you." She respond. Chloe, with the permission of her girlfriend, pull her pants down, as she have no panties her really truly hairy vulva is exposed, and Chloe is feeling really turned on by now. "Oh, you're so beautiful... Can I kiss you down there?" She asks, her mouth already watering in prevention of her moves. "I thought I were at your command now..." She smirks. "You are at my command. But consent is sexy." She smiles. "Well you know I have to pee so, don't play dangerous games to be surprised I guess." She says in a bratty tone. "Oh because you're planning on not obeying me?" She asks to her slightly cheeky babygirl. "No miss, I won't disobey you." She says shyly, placing her hands on her chin, setting herself to watching her girlfriend, as she almost deserve a good tease day in punishment. "Alright, that's a good girl. You deserve a bit of tongue now." She tells her, in love with her cuteness. Chloe comes close to her downparts and she leaves a kiss down there. At the contact of her lips on her secret parts, Nora moan, and she fight herself so much to not grind on her face or push her head against her girlfriend. She would totally break the power exchange game of them, as they are both really excited to this kind of play, letting the otherone take control and dominance. Even if it's mostly Chloe, there is some times Nora can remember grinding on her face like a strong domme she sometimes is, but she manage to hold herself, and behave. "Oh no you're such a tease..." She whine. "Please more... Please more..." Chloe finally stick her tongue out and give a lick to the pink pussy she have in face of her, hidden in the middle of the red forest, covering the slit inbetween the plumpish ass and tighs she have. "How do that feels?" She asks smirking. "You verywell know how it feels." She says in a pouting voice. "Please more, please miss, I'll be a good girl after that, I promise!" She say loudly whimpering. "Dear lord, I gotta make you pee before I get too excited." She confess. Nora smiles to Chloe. It's nice to be submissive to her, she thought, she's very needy so she's not gonna tease you long, you can be a brat with her and 10 seconds after she'll forget it. Chloe seize the plastic rectangular box, and place it under her girlfriend's bare bottoms. They stay like that for a tiny while and the scene stay still for a bit, until Nora breaks the silence. "I need to go so much... I don't think I can hold much longer..." She mumbles in sighs. "No no darling, I didn't told you to go yet." She says. Chloe watches her girlfriend Nora descending with her hands, she start to hold and rub her crotch with her hands before Chloe changes her mind about it. "Uh uh uh, no hands." She restrict her. "Like your bladder, I'm the only one able to command what happens down here okay?" "Mhhh." She pouts in a falsely angry face, dying flushed. "Rubbing myself helps me holding." She declared. "Yes I know that." She smirks. Nora get her hands back up around her neck or her chin in the cutest sub style she knows well how to do, then Chloe replace more correctly the box underneath her. "Okay. Go." She order. The next second a thin trickle make a bridge between Nora and the plastic box. The sound of the material receiving the liquid is a very exciting music to Chloe. She can feel her bikini is fully wet now. "Go faster you're making it splashing everywhere!" She grumble as her shirt and skirt get a bit wet. "I can't I'm stressing so much for when you're going to make me stop." She admit. A tiny bit while happens. "Stop." She order firmly. "Ohhh. Uhhh." She moans when she tries to slow down the flow. Nora successfully stopped the flood. Her hairs are wet but her legging is still dry for now. "You don't get the box away?" She asks in surprise, in her very stressed tone, trying to not leak a second pee trickle. "Yeah, it's only the first time for you. Be happy about it." She warns her. "Yes, yes, I'm very thankfull miss, thank you so much." She adds, trying to correct herself. "Fine. Go." She orders. After a tiny while, Nora find the strength to relax and the trickle start again, more forcefully this time. Chloe rapidly get the box up enough so the liquid don't splash all around, and the sound of the relieve is a bless to her ears. "Come-on babygirl that's it, let it go... That's it..." She moan in excitement. "Ohhh. Sooo gooood." She mumbles. "I think I'm almost empty yet." The flow slows down. Chloe grabs the shelter of the platic box and closes it. Before a drop could fall on the leggings or on the bed, she let her tongue out and lick her pussy from bottom to the top. Nora shivers in the sentation. "Ohhh, your tongue is so soft mistress." She says. "You taste good. Very good babygirl. I'll be right back." She adds. She gets up and get rid of the box letting it in the sink of the kitchen, then she quickly get naked. "Darling?" She says entering the room. "Are you ready for a real oral work now?" "You're done teasing me?" She asks shyly. "Yeah. I wanna eat you right where you're at." She says. She climb back on the bed and lead her half naked girlfriend to make her laying her head against a nice and comfortable pillow. "Are you comfortable darling?" She asks. "Yes." She assure, as she is. "Don't hold yourself okay? I know sometimes I say I wanna edge you, but you're playing my game, so I wanna pleasure you." "It's fine, I like watersports too now, maybe more than you." She confesses. "But I'm really okay if you're not going to tease me." "Alright." She respond.
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  33. https://thisvid.com/videos/girl-cant-hold-pee/
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  34. Both are fine, but I prefer the peeing. Wetting and desperate and kinky scenarios are great, but sometimes I just want to see regular peeing. After all, my original main interest in peeing was imagining being the fly on the wall to see what women do in privacy.
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  35. A Simple Piss

    So, after you all gave me a clear mandate to go write more about Zephyr and her housemates... I spend the long weekend writing Meagan and Parker. Somehow I think you won't mind, though. On the other hand, here's another Simple Piss story -- and the shortest yet. ------------------------------ Sasha Highway 99, south of Chico, California Sasha woke up just after midnight. The first thing she did was stretch, which meant she thrust out her tits, which mean I nearly veered off the road. Second thing she did was say, “Shit, I really gotta piss.” I really did veer off that time. “How much longer to Truckee?” she asked. “More’n two hours.” “I can’t wait that long,” she said. “Wasn’t asking you to,” I said. “We’re twenty minutes out from Oroville. Can you wait that long?” “I can try,” she said. A minute later she shifted position again. And again. Then she sat on her heel. “Pull over,” she instructed. “You really can’t wait twenty minutes?” “Maybe I could, but I don’t want to,” she said. “I haven’t gone since the rest stop after the pass, you know.” “True.” I pulled over. She pulled off her t-shirt. “I’m not complaining,” I said, “but I am confused…” She shrugged. “I know you like it when I gotta piss. Might as well give you two things you like.” It was dark out there, dark except for starlight. She could have gone five feet off the road and been completely hidden. Instead she dropped down to the ground from the cab, walked around in front of the truck, and positioned herself in the headlights. She flipped up her skirt and pulled down her panties, and then squatted. She knew I liked to see her ass when she popped a squat, so she faced the highway instead of me. Her bra looked barely adequate. She waited for an impressive ten seconds, and then her stream shot out from that exquisite ass. She’d left the door open, so I could hear her piss spattering all over the asphalt. “Better?” I asked, as she climbed back into the truck. “Much better,” she said. She didn’t close the door, so the dome light stayed on. She looked sleepy-sexy, with her tired eyes and in just her bra. She tapped the bulge in my pants. “Your turn. Want me to help you with that?” It was really tempting, what with her cleavage, and the memory of what she’d just done. But we had a long way to go. “Nah,” I said. “Let’s wait until morning.” “I know you wanted me to wait until we got to Truckee,” she said, “and then do me at the motel. But there was just no way.” “It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll just remember what you just showed me. And you’ll probably have to pee tomorrow morning, too.” “Count on it,” she said. She pulled on my jacket without bothering to put on her shirt, closed the door at last, buckled up, and leaned against me. I drove one-handed the rest of the night, arm around her shoulder. Tomorrow was gonna be a good day. ---------------------------------- I'm rather proud of how much I managed to cram into this one. But it was a real struggle. There was a longer version, with the backstory of how the narrator and his girlfriend met. But Sasha threatened to spin out of control, and I just can't risk it turning into Yet Another Fuckin' Love Story from Weasel. Not when I've got Pi Sigma Sigma to write.
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  36. All good, don’t worry. Just didn’t feel like as a heterosexual man anything was snuck in on me here. I just think we guys should be more relaxed in general about male content. Would also probably make the female posters here feel more comfortable.
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  37. Hopping right onto the second chapter. Check it out on AO3 as well, https://archiveofourown.org/works/43693356 --- Chapter Two: Excessive Tsun. --- Those musically gifted enjoying the jams noticed the drummer hitting an off-beat slam. Had there been a wannabe music journalist in the crowd, the awfully timed note would've definitely shredded off a point zero one from the band's overall score. The five university students would later bicker and point fingers at each other, never learning the source of the misplayed beat. But it wasn't the drummer to blame, the bassist, or any of the band members. One of the back rooms' doors had slammed shut as the Manager of Starry hurriedly rushed one of her waitresses inside, urine dripping from their ankles. Naturally, it was the club manager who first spotted the leak. Many years of hosting Starry had honed her senses for inebriated buffoonery. But it's not often that a completely sober person starts wetting themselves. It's even less common having one of your employees do it. "This isn't happening!" Bocchi's mind was a thunderstorm of self-loathing, depression, and embarrassment. The diaper between her thighs and underneath her pink track pants had finally reached its limit at the worst possible time. Had it not been for Seika and her reflexes, the outcome would've been a fear-frozen Hitori Gotou standing in the middle of a crowd as urine gushed out of her crotch, leaked through the defeated diaper, and onto her track pants. Thankfully, she had gotten the privilege of only having one spectator. Seika stood obscured in the darkness, her crimson-red jewel eyes beaming at the scene unfolding in front of her. Streaks of urine trailed from Bocchi's waist as her pants turned darker, with long, discolored streaks trailing down to her ankles. She buried her face in her hands, trying hard to dematerialize and reawaken in a different world free from her introversion. "Bocchi?" The manager's voice pulled her out of her trance. Through tear-filled eyes and between her slender fingers, Bocchi glanced at the taller and older woman standing opposite her. Reading her expression was difficult. Confusion, disappointment, anger and disgust; the true face of Starry's manager Bocchi had feared to meet since day one. Holding back even more tears, the pink-haired girl apologized profusely, handed her resignation, and pledged to destroy her guitar and commit seppuku in one breath. The resulting incoherent mess of speech and sound had almost convinced Seika of some sudden brain injury resulting in this behavior. "Bocchi!" Her voice boomed in the cramped room, demanding attention. "Pull yourself together." That was easier said than done. Her first thought as the initial shock subsided was to imagine a mega-extrovert like Kita handling this awful situation. That blessed social aura of hers would cancel any embarrassment and wipe people's memory of the event even happening. Bocchi remained transfixed at the idea despite Seika's orders. "Listen, it's fine. It's happened before. I'll go fetch you some clothes and some towels." Seika sighed. Ultimately, this was her fault. She had noticed Bocchi's lack of visiting the bathroom and assumed it was simply her introverted nature preventing her from using it. Had she been paying further attention, she would’ve noticed Bocchi fidgeting throughout the day. Without another word, Seika slipped out of the room and marched towards the counter. Barking orders, she mumbled a half-baked excuse to go upstairs and grab a change of clothes. Her mind raced as the cold air from outside helped calm her nerves. The mental image she held so dearly of the cold and humble super-guitarist had just shattered. Seeing someone become so painfully human was a shock that reminded her of her own days best left unspoken. She cringed and dismissed the thoughts, trying to focus on finding an outfit befitting Kessoku Band's guitarist. "I'm going to die. There's no saving me. I let my stupid fetish drag me around and beat me to a pulp. And to think that up until this point, I've done so well. I'm sure she's already told everyone about me pissing my pants." Her inner voice remained merciless. There's no one better at putting Bocchi down than her intrusive thoughts. She already imagined a future where she remained chained to her closet, close to reaching thirty, and sat in her dirty diaper for many hours without a change. The future Bocchi sucked on a pacifier, dressed as a toddler, watching the laptop screen mindlessly as her videos from fifteen years ago went on autoplay. A loud clang followed as Bocchi smacked her head against the metal pipe to exorcise the image out of her mind's eye. "Maybe I should go now? Seika-san isn't here. Everybody outside is busy with the concert. I'm sure I can sneak past and never return. I'll have to drop out of school, move to the countryside and change my name, but at least I won't have to live with it. Yeah, they're all busy now. I'm sure I can sneak out now." A gulp crawled down her throat as her grip around her tracksuit pants tightened with fear and excitement. "I can take them off now. My skirt's long enough to cover my diaper." She struggled with the idea of running practically naked around town. One unfortunate gust of wind would practically bury her. She clenched the doorknob, waiting for the courage to come and rip her pants off. Silently, she bid farewell to everyone that's helped her make these memories. She thanked her father's guitar for its service and for making her teenage years bearable (despite them only halfway done). The doorknob turned without her input. She jumped back, crawled into a corner then dissolved into dust as the door swung open. Seika peeked inside, black clothes draped across her shoulder. In the corner, she saw the guitarist spread across the floor like a dirty rag waiting to be picked up and thrown out. "Come on, let's get you up and changed." Seika sighed, currently unamused with Bocchi's introverted antics. Grabbing her by the arm, she raised the light girl to her feet. The only weight she could feel was the heft of her used diaper. Bocchi knew what came next. She closed her eyes, trying to retreat to a distant, happy place: the closet. For a split second, she felt at peace, her mind at ease as she felt the four walls around her constricting her. As her stained pants dropped, so did those fleeting moments of safety. It shouldn't have come as a surprise. Seika immediately regretted her soft gasp as the white diaper came into view. Mouth agape, she closely inspected the diaper inches away from her face. Barely hanging on her waist, well-taped and pathetically leaking with fluid. It wasn't until she heard the girl in front of her began to sob, as tears streamed down her face that the older manager pulled away. Seika cleared her throat, trying to remain cold and distant to assume her older sister role. Approaching Bocchi is similar to taming a wild kitten. Sudden movements would surely scare her off. So, she had to adapt. "I'm sorry, manager. Please don't think less of me for wearing diapers around your pub... No, she definitely thinks less of me – I think less of me. Something I never thought possible. Just how low will I sink before drowning?" She sniffled weakly, her knees shaking with fear and embarrassment. The pipes in the room rattled as the band outside continued playing. "You'd rather be out there, watching the performance, enjoying life. Instead, you're here tending to this sub-water-flea pathetic excuse of a human being. I can't even apologize. Hearing my voice is probably the last thing she'd listen to." "Hitori-san, I'm sorry this had to happen." Seika somberly smiled. Bocchi turned to face her and was almost knocked off her feet once she saw the manager's soft smile. "I had no idea about... any of this. So, please forgive me if my reaction insulted you." "She's apologizing to me!?" Her eyes widened as Seika straightened, now again taller than her. "I had brought you underwear, but uh, looks like that's not an option." She offered a black set of sweatpants, one of her pairs. "I'm assuming you brought your own..." Seika drew an outline of the diaper in the air. Saying the word felt too taboo. "Diapers? Yes, of course." She could only nod as they came to a conclusion; meet upstairs and get Seika to fetch her guitar case. Without another word, the taller blonde excused herself and let Bocchi stand alone in the dark, cramped backroom. The guitarist glanced at the pants, poked them curiously, and then slipped them over her wet diaper with a squishy crinkle. They felt foreign. Although, any pants would. "Manager is being so kind towards me... Does this mean I'm getting fired!?" Another gulp crawled down her throat as her face leaked through her outline. "This is how it usually ends, right? I've never had a job before this, but all of those sitcoms I've seen have at least one or two funny firings per season. It makes sense, right? I’m not THAT crazy for imagining things would end up like this, right?" Bocchi clammed up, her throat swollen with anxiety as her face puffed up with tears again. She mumbled a goodbye to her friends and family (despite them being completely uninvolved) as she prepared to depart Starry forever. "Adieu, live house Starry! Thank you for the great memories!" The door swung open. The crowd remained mesmerized by the band, paying no attention to Bocchi as she crossed through and came towards the exit. The manager sat on the stairs outside, her blonde head leaning against the black guitar case. She had a sneaking suspicion Bocchi would try to sneak off. Pinching her by the ear, Seika felt a fond memory of babysitting a much younger Nijika return to her as she tugged the wet guitarist up the stairs. The door creaked open, the warm air of the Ichiji household seeping between the crack. Bocchi smiled at the sensation enveloping her face, sniffing the air as she picked out the faint smell of Nijika’s cooking. This was her first time ever visiting someone's home. Not her relatives, not grandma and grandpa. Not even Futari's play-pretend house. "Excuse the mess." Seika said, waving her hand as they passed to the living room. The place was spotless. No doubt Nijika is the one to keep this place pristine. Her suspicions were confirmed when Seika opened the door to her room, stuffy and lifeless air seeping from the darkness. This was the mess she was referring to. The taller blonde went in first, hastily shuffled loose stuff from the floor and bed, and turned the room into a somewhat respectable abode. The would-be thirty-year-old looked decently proud of her sub-mediocre cleaning skills. She looked as if she was expecting praise for picking up after herself. Of course, Bocchi completely missed that. "Listen, I'll leave your guitar case here, and you do whatever you need to do." Seika sighed after receiving none from the guitarist, who could only stare back with a confused expression. "I'll give you some privacy, then." With that, the manager exited. "S-So this is a true rockstar's room..." Bocchi gulped, wrapping herself with her arms as she glanced around in bewilderment. Apart from the usual setup of a bed, wardrobe, desk, and a few guitar stands (guitars included), Bocchi noted an unusual amount of pictures pinned to the wall. The posters were all scratched with wear and aged. She struggled to name the bands, the fonts completely unintelligible. Each step taken was carefully calculated to dodge the crumpled notes and old receipts dotted across the floor. "It's very erm... punk..." After the initial shock wore off, Bocchi sighed as she tensed up. Her jaw clenched as the severity of her situation dawned: alone in an unfamiliar land with a semi-stranger, forced to undress or die. In other words, she was cornered. "I can't call my dad. He's got work tomorrow... I can't call my mom. She'd string me up and drag me home outside the car by the ear... Futari could probably..." Her lack of contact with other humans had again reared its ugly face, as her phone's number book remained painfully empty despite the new editions of Kessoku Band's members. "I can call that telemarketer from a few weeks ago. He sounded nice. He stayed on the line for fifteen minutes until I mustered up the courage to politely decline his offer." Her mouth felt dry, a stark contrast to the wetness still squished against her crotch. "I should get this over with. Change out of this diaper, apologize profusely to Seika-san, and hand in my resignation." Broken and defeated, the pink guitarist began unpacking her guitar case. Blanked out, she allowed her body to autonomously go through the motions of peeling the tapes, catching the used diaper then balling it up. It became second nature to her, like a coffee addict brewing a pot upon waking up, half-asleep and completely disconnected. The diaper crinkled in her hand as she wrapped it in a spare plastic bag she always carried around. Her mind was writing her resignation letter word by word. After wrapping a fresh diaper over her crotch, Bocchi tugged at the tapes and brought them to the front. Now sealed in a new diaper, the guitarist released a triumphant sigh of relief, finally ending the hours-long streak. There was only one more thing left for her to do. Seika jumped with surprise as the door in front of her creaked open. Immediately, she retreated to the couch and struck a nonchalant pose. "Oh, Bocchi, you're done?" She waved her hand, her heart still pounding from the small leap. The guitarist kept quiet, standing frozen in the doorway. Her lips were moving, but the words refused to come out. "...thankyouforyourhospitalityandforlettingmeuseyourroombutnowIhavetogohomeandneverleavemyroomeveragain..." "Eh? Come again?" Seika leaned in, trying to process the random Bocchi noises. "I-I-I should go. Thank you for being so kind." Bocchi quickly exhausted whatever little was left of her social meter, going into the negatives. "Wait!" The blonde yelled, catching them both off guard. With her hand tightly gripping Bocchi by the wrist, the two girls locked eyes for the first time in weeks. "It's getting late. Why not... stay the night?" Seika muttered, the repressed high schooler surfacing for a brief moment. "If you want to, of course. Text your parents or something. I'm sure they'll understand." "W-What's happening? I peed my pants in front of her, and now she's inviting me in? Pity! She's taking pity on me!" The thought of someone being compassionate was alien to her. It never dawned on her that the blonde woman in front of her was as socially inept as her. After all, the owner/manager of a trendy live club could never be anxious, distant and unable to relate to others, right? "I have to say no. I can't stay the night. Too much has happened today; in the last thirty minutes. I'm spent for the next few weeks. Not to mention..." There was still the issue of her using the bathroom. While she had alleviated her bladder, her stomach remained neglected. "N-N..." The words refused to come out. Even at the edge of her tongue, Bocchi couldn't say no. The intrusive thoughts made sure that Hitori Gotou could never decline. She pathetically nodded, much to Seika's delight. "W-What about Nijika-chan?" "What about her?" "I don't want her to see me like this..." Confessing that thought was impossible. But Seika understood what that gloomy look meant. "I'll... deal with her. Don't worry about it, alright? You can go sleep in my room. I'll crash on the couch." Seika stared as if waiting for Bocchi to confess something. As the silence grew longer, she continued. "You should also consider changing that jacket... I'll wash it for you, alright?" "She thinks I stink! I mean... I sometimes do, but not now!" Defeated, she unzipped the pink jacket and draped it over the sofa. Without further comment, she shut the door with a sad nod of thanks. Tossing, turning, on the verge of tears, then bouncing to a muffled laugh of complete emotional instability. Minutes felt like days. Trapped in an unfamiliar room, in someone else's bed suffering from sensory overload. Bocchi could only stare upwards as she suckled on the blue pacifier in her mouth, part of her everyday carry as an emotional anchor. "I wanna die. This sucks. Spending the night at a stranger's house. I mean, she's my boss, but still. My boss! I have a job! I'm not a complete loser! This is awesome." A weird smile crept up on her face, barely visible thanks to the large pacifier. "Look at me go. I'm climbing those stairs, climbing that social ladder. Seika-san didn't immediately think of me as some degenerate, and she didn't laugh in my face either. Manager-san, thank you for being so understanding!" There was a minute of pause. "She's probably texting everyone what a weirdo I am. I wonder what she thinks of me now? What would the rest say if they knew their super-talented guitarist wore diapers for fun? Nijika would probably stop talking to me, distance herself then disband Kessoku Band. Kita's the real problem. There'd be gossip around school by the end of the week. Argh, I have to switch schools! Ryo is... thoroughly uninterested in everything. If anything, she's probably the one who would be most supportive of me. Wait, supportive is too positive of a connotation. She'd remain equally cold, maybe even more so." She clasped her hands, trying to form a prayer. "Please, God, don't let them think I'm too weird!" The words escaped her lips in a muffled whisper. There was another issue at hand. One that had prevented her from sleeping (on top of the other, overloading thoughts). Hours had passed since she woke up and had her first mess of the day. Bocchi adhered to a strict schedule that dictated her daily routine. This was like that fateful night in the closet, now infinitely worse. She felt the same bodily heat spread from her crotch as her bowels groaned. A reminder that their scheduled meeting would soon begin. Her hand crawled down to her crotch, another autonomous action she struggled to control. Pressing her index finger against the padding, the pink guitarist softly moaned with the rubber nipple still filling her mouth. She brought her legs towards her chest, curled into a fetal position, and continued. "Ah, the pillow faintly smells of Seika-san's perfume..." She sniffed the sheets, the floral smell was still potent. "It smells so nice. While I stink of mold, sweat, and piss..." She chuckled awkwardly, her face red with embarrassment as her body prepared for the inevitable. Even if she wanted to, the weight of a simple request for a bathroom visit shattered any social scale she could stand on. This way, she had plausible deniability. "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I can't help myself – it's so much stronger than me. You've been so kind to me since I joined your live house with Kessoku Band. I hope you can forgive me." With that final farewell, she loosened her body's grip. Even if she regretted starting it, there was no way to undo or even stop the deed from happening. The diaper expanded, growing heavier by the second as the waste escaped her. She shuffled in place, trying to move to a more comfortable position. Pooping in a laying down position proved too unnatural, too irritating. Shifting over, she positioned herself on all fours, back arched and body relaxed. It took no effort on her part as the diaper swelled and deformed as it filled. "Ah~ Seika-san... please... I'm sorry..." Bocchi buried her nose into the pillow, images of the blonde scrolling through her head. The diaper grew heavier as the white seat expanded and shifted. "'I see you, okay?'" Her words rang in her ears after their first concert. The first time she'd ever gotten recognition from an adult. Seika's expression at the time looked so comforting. Would she still smile, knowing how utterly irredeemable Hitori Gotou actually was? Hissing interrupted her train of thought. The diaper became damper with each passing second, a much shorter stream than the one responsible for her current situation. The stink of her mess had finally busted through the scent of Seika's perfume and replaced it. The severity of the moment had only just now dawned on her. "Crapcrapcrapcrap! What the hell was I thinking?" A mental scream followed as she weighed her diaper, running her fingers along the plastic surface between her thighs. It squished underneath her fingers. "Aah~ but it feels so nice... That's... ah..." She continued toying with the sodden padding, pushing it against her sensitive skin. Her other free hand became occupied as she slithered it underneath her black shirt and cupped her breast. Stroking, moaning, her butt high in the air as her body shivered with excitement. Every movement was accompanied by a naughty crinkle. Her mind remained blank as she masturbated viciously. The anxiety she felt washed away with every squirt of dopamine that flooded her senses. Her mouth unlatched the pacifier and allowed it to fall onto the bed, a trail of saliva connecting the two. This was her third time masturbating today, and it still felt like the first. The thought of having someone look out for her had layered a new feeling of comfort onto her sexual deviancy. With a pathetic whimper, Bocchi came inside her diaper. Her mind remained blank as her body went limp. Her legs slipped, muscles relaxing, as her waist fell onto the bed. Thoroughly spent, Bocchi slipped into a catatonic state. "I can't stay like this. It's not my bed. It's not my room. It's Seika-san's room. She shouldn't have to sleep here, knowing I've forever dirtied it with my behavior. Come on, Hitori. Pull yourself together!" Her body struggled to cooperate. There was only one option left: remember painful childhood memories as a sensory overload. "Gah! Not the time I accidentally called the teacher mom!" Memories best left unexplored served as electric jolts, and after only three pulses, Bocchi sprung back to life. "Never again!" She'd soon have another to add to her collection. "She must know, right? That door doesn't look airtight. How do I even begin explaining what's happened here..." Bocchi fidgeted, unsure what to do with her hands. She tugged at her skirt, trying to bring it lower to her knees to mask her freshly-soiled diaper. The lower she adjusted it, the more her waistband would become exposed. Ultimately she settled on a compromise, half-half. "Maybe she left? I didn't hear the door close. But surely she wouldn't have left Starry without a manager, right?" Bocchi silently twisted the doorknob, feeling the lock inside shift. She let the door open slightly, letting in light from the room outside. Her heart sank. The sight in front of her left her speechless. An eerie silence replaced the voices in her head. Seika sat on the couch, her hand in her pants and the other holding her phone. It was hard to tell from the angle, but Bocchi recognized the image on her phone. It was a picture of her. Sweaty, hunched over and holding her black guitar, it was a picture of her during their first live performance. The blonde manager’s face was red in colour as she fingered herself, eyes sharp with lust. Each stroke was accompanied by a soft moan, jaw clenched to not accidentally disturb her guest. Bocchi's sapphire eyes widened. Shock and confusion grabbed her by the throat, squeezing the life out of her. All she could do was watch as the sight became etched in her memory forever. Focused solely on Seika, Bocchi failed to notice the warmth spreading in her diaper. She had begun wetting involuntarily. Perhaps it was from the stress, perhaps from the excitement. Overall, it would take a tag team of fifteen psychologists to start dissecting the cause of her sudden accidents. It had never dawned on her that Seika was a regular person with human emotions and needs. Bocchi's worldview forbade her from viewing others as anything more than demi-gods leagues and leagues above her. They walk over her, past her, uninterested and disgusted with her existence. Here, as Seika moaned softly with her raspy voice, that worldview chipped. Bocchi stumbled back, hitting the foot of the bed and falling onto her butt with a loud squish. Had it been a bigger mess, the resulting cleanup would've required many wash cycles and perhaps a daring rope escape through the window. Sat in her filth, Bocchi stared shell-shocked at the door, waiting for her internal monologue to return. "W-What..." She even began stuttering in her own thoughts. Red in the face, Bocchi felt all of her repressed emotions swirling inside her head. It was almost nauseating how flustered she got. "Is Seika-san... does she..? Am I… missing something here? She’s double my age, my boss and so much more successful than me… What..?" Staring at her hands, she watched her fingers curl and uncurl in rhythm. "Oh, I see. I'm dreaming. I fell on my head while climbing the stairs and – NO, THIS ISN'T A DREAM!" Breathing irregularly, Bocchi felt the first symptoms of a panic attack. Labored breathing. Irregular heart rate. Blurry vision. Sudden incontinence. "No, that one's on me. It's not a symptom. Focus!" She pinched her face, trying to remain calm and collected. "Do I go out and... What should I do? I have to wait for her to… But I really need to get rid before she catches me. I don't have enough wipes to change here. Maybe I should go back to sleep and pretend I had an accident while dreaming..? I can’t possibly sleep tonight. Or tomorrow. Or the day after.” Then, heavy footsteps approached. Her body didn't even have time to freeze when the door swung open and the light on the side blinded her. "Hitori-san? What happened?" Seika stood in the doorway, cast in a shadow with the light behind her illuminating her outline. She had her nose tightly pinched, her voice now a nasally, high-pitched noise. She seemed exhausted and annoyed as if interrupted. "A-A-A-A-E-E-E-E-A-A..." The guitarist felt her mouth open. The sounds of pure social anxiety poured out. Each letter dropped onto the floor and turned into a Bocchinoko, crawling and skittering away to dark spaces. Seika struggled to remain comfortable. This was the one thing she genuinely feared would happen. After all, her observations about Bocchi's lack of bathroom breaks accounted for both number one and number two. She remained silent, walking over and opening the window to air the room. "Why didn't you go to the bathroom instead of holding it in? Are you really incontinent? Why even keep that a secret from the band?" Seika's tsun side arose, now somewhat irritated with the pink girl’s behavior. Bocchi remained silent, eyes swelled with tears. In a twisted sense, she enjoyed the attention. "Hello, Earth to Bocchi?" Seika kept her distance, pulling her shirt over her nose. "Go to the bathroom and change, please. I know you can hear me." "I-I..." Bocchi stuttered in a daze. "What is it?" Seika leaned in, doing her best to limit her breathing so she could better understand Bocchi. "I saw what you did earlier..!"
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  38. 886 downloads

    Marina is just 19 and she comes from Peru ... and she loves to wet her jeans and message her friends about it ...
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  39. BlueSky

    This is AI generated, my man. AI always produces the same weird look to people peeing. It sucks that you attampt to pass it off as your own.
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  40. I am incontinent and sort of an ABDL Most people around me know I wear and they know about my Little lifestyle. I keep the kink parts to myself and consenting partners. I think it would be best not to bring it up, most people tend to not really notice diapers unless it's pointed out to them. I mean I had a relative visit and and somehow stay entirely oblivious to this, (not the original packages but the same constellation)
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  41. Ddi you ntoice if she had to go while at the resturant or was it only after leaving? How much liquid do you think her bladder was holding and did any of you guys go to the bathroom while she did not at the resturant? Was it because she thought guys would dirty the bathroom or because she didnt like the ideas guys would be using the stall next to her Reminds me of a while back where I was with a group with guys and girls and as we left the resturant all the guys went to the unisex bathrooms which was not clean and a girl in the group didnt go. 20 mins later I noticed the girl was crossing her leg as we were waiting for the traffic light but never admitted she had to go. I am pretty sure she did from all the free coke and beer she drunk.
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  42. sounds a lot like "Marie muß rennen"
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  43. Recently I went on a small drive out to another city to do some personal related things. It’s about a 2-3 hour drive. I’ve done this before with little issues however this time was a bit different. I was wearing a black tank with red long sleeve overshirt and blue jeans with boots. My trip there went smoothly but my way back was a little interesting. I used the restroom before i left and began my long drive home. I guess out of brain boredom I stopped for a coffee and donuts. I continued my drive and after finishing the coffee i felt a slight urge to pee. No problems I’ll just get off the highway and nope, exits closed. Annoying but nothing new, construction is always in this area. Another 20~ minutes and I suddenly really really have to pee. I know I need to stop somewhere because i still have over an hr left to drive. Its kinda the middle of nowhere but the nexr exit is say 5-7 minutes away. As im getting there i started sweating and fidgeting. I get off at the exit and get stuck at a long light. Im bouncing my legs when i felt a sharp pinch in my crotch and i just started flooding my pants. I couldn’t stop it so i just sat there pissing. Luckily my car seats are coverd in plastic covers. I was sitting in a puddle for the rest of the drive. I cant lie it did turn me on but it is weird having genuine accidents sometimes. -Kake
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  44. The night flight went on as usual, but there was one thing. This time it was going without Sanya, and for Eila that was the scariest thing in the world. Not that she couldn't do the patrol without her Orussian lover, but she felt lonely. She stared off into the distance, occasionally turning her gaze to the almost blue crowns of the conifers. The weather was very cool for this time of year, but it didn't matter. What bothered her most was the fact that she was all alone. It made her feel nauseous every now and then. "Why isn't Sanya around? Is she having such a hard time recovering? It's just a simple pneumonia!" Scolded Eila to herself, turning her gaze away from time to time. She looked around, then looked down and gradually began to feel that her bladder was giving the first signals that it should be emptied. The girl thought about doing so during the flight, but gave up on that decision. It was necessary to get back to the base faster. A seriously ill friend was waiting for her there. The flight back seemed longer than it had been to the extreme point of the patrol, and the desire to relieve oneself was increasing by the second. A few kilometres from Berlin, Eila thought she could do it. This was the last point where she could urinate in the air. However, the desire to be at the bedside of the girl she loved was greater than anything else. She wanted to snuggle up to her friend's aching body and heal her simply by her presence. She immediately headed for the base of the 501 Wing location, literally as she flew, feeling her bladder increasingly asking her to relieve it. However, she cannot give this permission. A cool breeze hits her face and she tries to distract herself from the increasing pressure, which however is getting stronger. She rolls over onto her back and just stares at the moon and the stars, trying to count them. All this was done in the hope of distracting herself from the urge to urinate. And it seemed to be working. However, the first serious test began during the landing. Eila, as witches are supposed to do when landing, put her feet forward. The striker unit hit the concrete surface of the runway with a typical sharp thud. And at that very moment, Eila truly felt the despair coursing through her entire body. She wanted to grab her crotch with all her might, but as Suomus' best witch she can have managed to talk her bladder into waiting a little longer. Nor could she physically grab her crotch abruptly. Still, it is advisable to keep your hands in the air when landing, balancing slightly. The girl literally flew to the end of the runway and activated the emergency reset of striker unit. She wanted to write it off as an accident, but really wanted to get to the bathroom. She had almost forgotten that she had to care for her sick friend. As soon as the girl frantically, all the time mistakenly, hitched the unit to the launcher and put her mg 42 next to it, she went as fast to the toilet as she could... Every step echoed in her almost full bladder. The girl knew that her body would not last much longer and something had to be done. But she refused to show the mechanics and her friends her need. Only when she entered the staff building did she deign to move her hand to her crotch. However, the girl was in no hurry to squeeze there with all her might. She assessed the situation a little better and calmed down. Her body was ready to endure for no small amount of time, but the condition was already alarming. But somehow she knew that she was about to come to the washroom and relieve herself. Thoughts of the yellow stream flowing out of her and hitting the porcelain walls of the toilet bowl entered her mind one by one. The girl imagined the picture in different ways. Largely because she thought she could afford to think about urinating. - Eila hi. - Suddenly Eila, who was engrossed in thoughts of her own victory, was distracted by somebody. - Co-commander Minna…Hello… - Eila, I urgently need to assign you to look after my office. - The commander looked a little nervous. - But I... Um... - Tension flashed across Suomus girl face. (Suomus is analogy of Finland in this world). - No buts! - Minna exclaimed. Eila realised that there was no chance of avoiding this order. She might have asked, "Why can't Captain Barkhorn do it?" But she knew. The commander's orders could not be disobeyed at a time like this and despite her full bladder she opened the door of Minna's office. Her ability to predict vaguely hinted to her that the time for which she would have to take over the post was uncertain. But Eila knew that there was simply no going back. She made her way inside the office. She sat down at her desk and noticed that the commander didn't even say goodbye to her. Eila crossed her legs to her knees, squeezing her hips tightly together. That was all she went for. As long as she sat up it was easier to endure. She was well acquainted with the fact that arriving at base with wet pants was dangerous when on duty in northern latitudes. Despite her physical resilience to the irritants and the heat the module gave off, wet panties wouldn't end well. Eila knew how to be patient and knew that she would have to keep her bladder full again for as long as it took. Either way, there was no point in retreating. The girl would have to hold it on to it for as long as it took, but she could not understand that it would not end quickly. Eila was familiar with the basic techniques of what to do in such a situation. She had to squeeze her hips tightly together and try to thinking of something dry. - So good... It's not the first day in my life that I'm holding back urine, is it? - She asked herself and looked down at her white tights in the crotch area. She moaned a little and lightly stroked her stomach, realising that these touches only made her feel heavier. On the other hand, it felt unexpectedly pleasant. Eila herself was shocked that she was enjoying it. She had certainly heard of people who liked to hold their urine, but to do it like this... However, massaging your bladder and its bulge in this way for a long time is dangerous enough. She was, however, very aware of how this might end, so she slowly and gently moved her hand to her crotch. Suomus girl gently cradled her crotch with her fingers, placing one of them against the urethra. Images of her already sitting on the toilet and relaxing began to enter her head. But they urgently needed to be chased away. The girl stared at the table for some time. Her eyes skimmed the texture of the wood of the commander's desk. She took every action she could to mentally relax herself. Or rather not to relax, but to distract. Inhale - exhale. And so on until the urge was gone. But Eila knows it won't go away. She crossed her legs again and exhaled. Along with this, she felt the yellow warm liquid already ready to burst out. It seemed to be literally cutting her urethra. Eila just had to stop it from leaking. Just didn't let it leaking. But at that moment a few drops fell into her white knickers, leaving small yellow marks on them. The girl sighed and begin squeezed her crotch with both hand. In her youth, Eila had been in this situation many times before, when she was on the verge of losing control. But at that time she was usually already either standing at the door of the toilet, or already essentially sitting on it. And that one she was ready to wet herself on the chair where her commander usually sat. Fluid had already started to accumulate inside her urethra. She realised that the sphincter was no longer able to tighten with the same force. She squeezed her hips tightly, hoping to help him, but her body was unable to do so. She feels new droplets penetrate outwards, touching her panties. After a moment the girl realises that she won't be able to hold it in. The commander has been gone long enough and it is unlikely that Minna will return so soon. And so Eila decides to relieve herself in a vase of some kind. But there wasn't one vase nearby either. - I can't seem to hold it any longer... - The girl moaned. At this point, a small spurt of urine coming out of her body threw her into shock. The girl shrieked loudly and with all her might began to press on her crotch, thrusting her fingers covered with drops of hot urine into her urethra. Despair grew to an unbelievable stage. The rubbing of her thighs was no longer helping her patience. Even squeezing her crotch could do nothing to help her. A slight shiver ran through her body as another short trickle leaked out. A tear flowed down her cheek as she realised that she could no longer contain such flows. Chaotic and totally uncontrollable leaks became frequent in those moments. Eila knew she had only minutes to endure. After a moment, she accepted her defeat. But her body was no longer willing to let go of the urine. The body itself seemed to be fighting to the end. But these leaks were undermining her desire to hold on. It was over. The girl pressed tightly on her hands crotch and counted the seconds. After a while, the girl started catching even bigger streams in her hands. She squirmed, shuddered, and after a moment her body failed. The urethra, literally flaming with desperation, spurted out a stream of urine. The girl could not stop it. The yellow stream left her body at breakneck speed. Her panties were quickly soaked from the front, as was the part that was in contact with the stool. The white, thick pantyhose began to flood with streams of urine. And tears flowed from her eyes. Eila was still trying to stop, but she knew it was the end. - Noooo! Please stop! - But her words not helped her. Eila couldn't remember how long it had taken her to urinate. But when the last drops left her exhausted body and she laid her head on the table, she realised The puddle she had created was impossible to miss with even a cursory glance. The girl watched as the hem of her uniform and the sleeves became darker due to direct contact with the urine. The girl sighed. She realised that she had to take off her wet knickers, tights and socks. She also had to take her shoes off. It is not comfortable to walk around with wet shoes. The girl sat down to take off her shoes and could not help but notice that her flow was able to penetrate even here. Well. It looked like she would have to do the laundry her clothes. But what was taking the commander so long to return? - I wonder what she's doing? - Eila asked herself. If Eila really knew why Minna was in such a state and why she had so abruptly ordered the girl to look after the study, then Eila would understand her commander. As soon as Suomus girl complied with the order, Minna bent in half and clenched her buttocks without hiding. She had not felt such a strong urge to relieve herself for a very long time. She knew that because she hadn't gone to the toilet for a long time, sooner or later it would want to come out on its own. But she had no idea that she would not have time to perform all her duties. Yes, it is. Minna has long tried to endure it and endure the urge until she has fulfilled all her duties. However, after quite a while, in which she rocked on the chair and pressed herself against it, she realised - she couldn't do it. The girl left the office shortly before Eila appeared in the corridor and took the chance. Barely hiding the incredibly strong urge to poop Minna instructed Eila to watch the study and as soon as the door closed she leaned forward. The 501 Wing Commander squeezed her buttocks and moved her hands to her ass, trying to help her body. At one time she was jokingly nicknamed 'Wing's Most Powerful Ass', because she deatroyed enemy by her ass. But at the now the girl knew that everyone was equal before nature and she wouldn't last long. She could feel how it ramming against her gate and preparing to open her anus without permission. She sighed and went to the toilet. The hardest part was just holding on and trying to concentrate. Which makes sense. Minna was already at such a level of desperation that she no longer knew how she could support her ass. At one point she stopped and sat down on the windowsill. In that position, turd was unlikely to just come out. And it would be possible to think about what she would do next. She was breathing heavily and trying to work out which toilet she should go to. - The toilet doesn't work here...Oh...That hurts...Please wait a little longer... - Minna thought. - On the other floor the toilets are being cleaned... Only the one that's... Farthest away. She pulled herself up on feet with an effort, feeling her anus throb slightly, and squeezed her buttocks again with all her might. - Please…Not open! – Said she. When she felt that the situation had more or less stabilised, she once again took a heavy breath in her chest and walked forward. It was not a short journey. Her body could hardly take it anymore, and she was so far from the nearest toilet. After all, she had a long way to go to reach it. And given that it was the only one working, there might be someone there. However, the girl was no longer embarrassed that someone would hear her relieving herself. The girl felt like it was going to come out just a little bit more. But she stoically held on to it. She is, after all, the wing commander. And she holds the rank of colonel for a reason. Simply hold it. However, after walking a few metres, the girl bent almost in half, feeling her stomach sending her signals. These signals spoke of his intention to relieve himself. Whether Minna wanted it or not. The girl squeezed her buttocks with all her might, but felt her anus open slightly. She sighed sharply. It was so sudden for her and so close to defeat. Turd seemed to coming out just a few millimetres in front. But the commander's face showed only shock and a feeling of utter helplessness. Drops of sweat rolled down her face. But she made up her mind to continue on her way. Surrender now is stupid. She didn't make it down to the ground floor to the first toilet was pointless. The hardest part was going down the stairs in this state. Every now and then the girl's body was ready to unleash a new wave of despair and pain on her. Minna knew that if this happened, she would most likely lose control. Her hands were still clasped tightly to her bottom and she prayed to all the gods that no one wouldnt saw her like this. That said, it was worth noting that the girl was far from superstitious. However, after walking down the first flight of stairs she felt tears in her eyes. It was so hard for her that she had already started to cry. But she had to keep moving forward. Just keep going. She asked her body to wait a few more minutes. She knew that in her condition she would not make it to the toilet quickly. The second flight and the second staircase were particularly difficult. Here her stomach ached wildly again, and the poo moved a little further forward. Minna no longer knew how much effort to put into squeezing her buttocks. It just about stopped working. Her eyes began to go a little darker. Holding it were getting very difficult. The girl was already walking on the lowest floor, where there was a working toilet. So far she had not met anyone. She hardly knew what she was going to do when she reached her destination. After all, she would have to let go of her hands to open the door. Or at least remove one hand. And that would mean that her valve would be instantly breached. But she didn't care anymore. In the toilet she could poop herself as long as no one saw her shame. Between her legs, she shivered feverishly. Her muscles were overworked, drawing the last of her strength to keep the tremendous load at bay. It was agony. Minna felt it begin to come out. Her strength was simply not enough anymore. She tried to avoid defeat, but it was no longer possible. After a while, the girl finally was near to the toilet door. - No! No! No… - She screamed as it began to leave her body. – Please not coming out! Why it…Why won't it stop! Please hold it! Not moooove!!! The big, thick turd squeezed between her buttocks and continued move. It hit her purple panties, stretching them slightly. Minna felt that she could no longer squeeze. Her whole body seemed to tremble and just unload itself. The girl adopted a sullen expression on her face and walked into the bathroom. She went to the first toilet stall that suited her. As soon as she closed the stall door her panties stopped holding back the pressure and her poop started falling to the floor in front of the toilet. - I couldn't - Silently she said. Next, the girl just started cleaning up after herself. She thought it was a nasty business. But as if she had a choice? Minna felt extremely ill. She had plans to take a hot shower, but clearly not after this. Once she had cleaned up after herself in the toilet, she went to the shower room. Then she can wash her knickers and she would be fine. But this day will be remembered as the worst day of her adult life. It was very difficult. Sanya looked up at the ceiling. Her breathing was extremely intermittent and sparse. Her whole body was aching and feverish. She had been feeling incredibly ill for the past few days. As Miyafuji and the other doctors said, her life was not in danger. However, she felt extremely unwell. For some time, the Orusian girl stared at the ceiling and sobbed occasionally. She was thirsty and there seemed to be a slight feeling of nausea somewhere in the depths of her subconscious. The girl thought she was dying, but in reality she was just reflecting the effects of pneumonia. She did not know when or under what conditions she had fallen ill. But luckily it happened after the defeat of the neuroi and the liberation of Berlin. The girl carefully took the glass of water in her trembling hand. She had been thirsty for the last half hour. Yoshika had advised her to drink more, which Sanya adhered to. However, a problem immediately arose as to how she would go to the toilet. The girl felt that her body was too weak and she would not be able to walk properly on her own. So Lynnet, who was on duty at her bedside all the time, often helped Alexandra. Today, however, the lovely British girl didn't show up. Or rather, she left to help Yosika buy new medicines, as it turned out there was a severe shortage of antibiotics and other important medicines at the base. And Sanya was well aware that some of these medicines were for her own use as well. The girl drank half a glass of water. She felt she needed to drink more fluids and eat well. But there was hardly any appetite. She stared at the ceiling and blinked slowly several times. She did not know what to occupy herself with. Apart from her heavy and seemingly iron-chained breathing, she could feel her throat hurting. Her whole body shuddered from time to time. The girl slowly reached for the mercury thermometer. The girl felt that she had a fever, but she wanted to know exactly what kind. If it got really bad she could try asking for Gertruda Barkhorn to help her. Sweat rolled off her forehead and she felt her breathing becoming a little easier. Still she was on the mend, but it was very hard. She carefully put the thermometer on and began to measure her temperature. - This is so…Hard. – Thinking girl. There were long and harrowing minutes of waiting for the thermometer to take the temperature. The girl tried not to move. Breaking the mercury thermometer was the last thing she needed to do to ruin her week. It took quite some time before Sanya's delicate hand reached under her pretty nightgown. She pulled out a thermometer and was slightly disappointed. The device, though seemingly obsolete for our time, was quite accurate and showed her body temperature almost unmistakably. 39.4 degrees Celsius. This morning it was about 38.9 degrees Celsius. She started trying to look for medicine to bring the temperature down. But she could not find it. Then she still decided that she needed help. Even though it was very late, she decided to try and get a temporary 'health watchman'. - Trude! Barkhorn - san! The girl waited for a while and was already thinking of trying to call out again. But at that moment the door of her room opened and Gertrude walked in with a kindly sisterly smile. In spite of her smile, the Karlsland witch face showed her lack of sleep and the fact that she had been awakened in the middle of the night. But the girl had endured more than that. She approached Alexandra and asked. - What with you, Sanya? - I need an antipyretic. Please... Gertrude began to rummage around the girl's bedside table, where Miyafuji had a number of vials of medicine. In our times, they could all be lumped together into a few simple remedies known to everyone. But now it was the 1940s, and the right amount of medication, and even during the war, was very hard to find. Finding the right one was difficult, but Trudе never managed to do so. - Here's the bottle, but it's empty. - Slowly the girl replied. - There are only painkillers. - All right, give me some painkillers. - Stretched out Sanya. - At least it'll make my bones ache less. - Poor girl… Gertrude handed the medicine to Alexandra on a small spoon and she modestly swallowed it. Sanya looked extremely strange, when she did it. But it was also true. The medicine was incredibly bitter, and so the girl hurriedly drank it down with water. - Спасибо…(Thanks) Gertrude took a cloth from a nearby basin and placed it on the forehead of the girl who coughed several times. There was a look of obvious concern on karlsland girl face. She stroked her friend's head and said softly. - Everything is going to be all right, Sanya. Don't worry. - But I’m not worry, Barkhorn-san. Go sleep. - Was? Ok. Good night Sanya. Barkhorn quietly walked out the door again, leaving Sanya alone with herself. However, her friend suddenly realized one thing. - Я хочу писать…(I want to pee…) – Thinking Sanya. The girl felt at the same time that she could not go to the bathroom. Not that she felt bad at all, but she decided to keep it. She was setting herself a completely impossible goal. It was too long until morning. But her mind was clouded by illness. That's why this decision seemed logical to her. The girl squirmed a little and rubbed her thighs lightly. Alexandra felt that her tired body simply would not allow her to get up. It was getting very hot. Or cold, for the girl was shivering slightly. She coughed hard several times. Her lungs seemed to ache with incredible force. How she wished her illness would finally begin to recede. In a moment, however, she was able to concentrate. Still, her main problem now was an almost full bladder, not her high fever. This fullness was felt. That liquid that Sanya drank in the evening slowly drained into her bladder. And there was nothing she could do about it. It was clear that her body could hardly hold out much longer. But her mind clouded, and so she just looked at the clock that was ticking slowly in her room and sighed. She was determined to hold urine. At one point a water balloon displayed in her head that resembled her bladder, and it was filled almost to the brim. The girl decided not to call anyone else, but to concentrate directly. The clock was beating its rhythm. And the minute hand slowly but surely moved forward. However, Sanya tried not to look at the clock. It was too frightening by its mere presence. It felt like time was moving forward at half the speed it should. Soon the girl began to realize that there was actually a lot against her in this situation. She is still forced to look at the clock purely out of curiosity. And their rhythm seemed to turn into an eternity. And Sanya began to realize that in order to last she would have to wait a very long time. But the weakness was too strong. Soon the girl realized that she would not hold out. It was simply impossible. - Моча теплая…(Urine is warm) - Said the girl. The thought of it leaking out on its own was unbearable. Sanya realized that she should have agreed to the night potty. But it was too late. Her lips curled slightly the first time it happened. Thoughts that the warm liquid from her body might actually warm her up took hold of the girl. It all came together into a logical picture. Her sphincter began to slowly give way and soon a few drops were inside her urethra. She didn't have the strength to just hold it in herself. She slowly grabbed her hands between her legs... She felt as if she could feel those drops in her urethra. And soon the girl released drops into her panties. A few drops were followed by a small and light trickle. Sanya instantly strained her fingers, trying to keep herself from leaking. - Кажется немного протекло. (It seems I have pee a little.) Sanya didn't remember how long it had been since the first small leak, but her despair was growing more and more serious. The fluid was already literally demanding to be able to leave the sick girl's body in peace, and she whimpered a little. More drops of sweat appeared on Sanya's face and then she coughed several times. - О нет! Нет! Нет! Нееет! (Oh no! No no noоo!) – Cried girl. A stream left her body in this moment of weakness. The girl had heard from Yoshika that everything in the body is interconnected in one way or another. And what's to say, she knew it partly herself. So she just got upset that the flow had left her body and started trying to stop it. Her hands clamped down on her pajama pants and she pushed them with all her might between her legs. The warm current passed through her soft, snow-white panties without too much trouble. It immediately began to spread over her pink pajama pants. A stain began to show on them. And the girl slipped her hands into her panties. Her hands pressed against her urethra and stream began to wash over her fingers. A stream of hot fluid flooded her palms and passed through them. The girl squeezed the sphincter out of the last one and crushed the urethra with her fingers. That proved to be enough. The flow subsided slightly and then stopped. Sanya realized that she was going to pee herself. But she had no other choice. The girl closed her eyes and set a goal to endure as long as she could. In addition, the fact that the fluid was flowing out so unevenly gave her incredible pleasure. After a while she felt the urge to urinate again. - Я буду бороться до конца. (I will fight until the end!) - Thought the girl. Soon the girl realized again that fluid leakage was inevitable. This time on her own. Without the help that her body was distracted. She lightly stroked her crotch with her hands still buried in her underwear. A warm stream gushed out into her palms. It felt so good and so wet. The girl exhaled and accepted the defeat of the battle. It was a long battle, but the girl decided that was it. She had had enough. The battle was unbearably hard and it was time to end it. When the flow dried up completely, she modestly looked at her watch. It is worth noting that the fluid was not leaving her body as quickly as it seemed. It was about two minutes. However, Sana enjoyed the sensation so much. After all, she was still trying to stop the process. - Truuude!!! Epilogue In the morning, Sanya's and Eila's clothes, panties and sheets hung modestly after being washed. Gertrude Barkhorn did the laundry for everyone. Minna chose to hide her shame. She cleaned the bathroom at night and secretly washed the panties herself.
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  46. Lucoa, otherwise known as Quetzalcoatl, was the goddess of fashion until she was banished from Godhood. Ironically, even though she still performs her duties of spreading fashion and culture, Lucoa prefers to be completely nude more often than not. This draws the ire of her companion, the mage Shouta Magatsuchi, who constantly tells her to cover up. Because of this, she rarely ever gets the opportunity to lounge around the house au-naturale. But today, Lucoa was going on a little trip to a nudist beach on the southern coast of Japan. "Goodbye Shouta. I'll be back soon." "Have fun, Lucoa!" Shouta waved back. The goddess used her perception blocking to turn herself invisible, and flew towards the coast. She arrived after an hour of flight, making sure to conceal her powers by uncloaking in the woods near a desolate trail. Lucoa walked down it to the beach area, where she saw tons of people, both clothed and naked, walking around. There were people changing in various stalls, and putting their clothes in lockers. She found an empty stall and stripped down, letting her generously sized breasts hang free in the air, before putting her clothes in a locker and taking her blanket and cooler down to the beach. Lucoa placed her blanket down and put a cooler of drinks next to began applying sunscreen on her body, making sure to cover every inch so she doesn't get sunburned. "Hmm... I could use some help with my back." She looked around and shouted "Yoohoo! Can someone help me?" A man, who looked to be in his late 20s, walked up to her and replied "What do you need help with, miss?" "I was wondering if you would be willing to put this sunscreen on my back," she asked, to which he responded "Sure thing." Lucoa laid down on her stomach, allowing the kind stranger to rub sunscreen onto her back. "Thank you," Lucoa said as he finished applying the sunscreen to her back. "By the way, you're very pretty, miss." She smiled, "Thanks, you're not too bad looking yourself, handsome." He blushed, "Aw, thanks-" "HEY, TAMAKO, ARE YOU COMING BACK OVER? WE NEED ONE MORE PLAYER FOR VOLLEYBALL!" One of his friends called out. "Coming! Well, bye miss... uhh..." "Lucoa. Goodbye, Tamako! And thanks." She relaxed for a while, sunbathing and taking dips of her sodas and water bottle. After she waited for the sunscreen to sink in, she decided to go for a swim in the ocean. Tons of people at the beach were swimming in their birthday suits, cooling off from the hot summer sun. She swam around for a while, enjoying the waves and splashing around, until she started getting cold again and climbed back out to sunbathe again. A few hours later, she felt an urge to pee, the soda and water taking their toll. Of course, she didn't want to bother with it at the moment. "I can wait. I want to keep sunbathing for a while," she thought. She kept taking a sip from her water bottle, which was half empty. She was enjoying the sun, and she did not want to waste a single second of it. The sun was beginning to set, and by this point, Lucoa was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Okay, maybe it's time for a visit to the restroom," she said as she got up and headed towards the public toilets, holding her crotch as she did. To her horror, as soon as she reached the building"Are you kidding me? This line is ridiculous! I can't wait through this!" She considered trying the men's room, since they usually had shorter lines. She had no qualms about using the men's room if the women's was overflowing with people. She walked around to the other side to see the door was locked, with a sign that said OUT OF ORDER: CLOSED FOR CLEANING. She saw that most of the men and even some women were running off into the woods to pee. Lucoa decided to try that, being no stranger to peeing outdoors. She headed into the woods and searched for somewhere she could squat. She found a bush that would sufficiently conceal her, and got into a low squatting position. She closed her eyes and relaxed her bladder, letting loose a torrent of piss on the dirt and grass below her. "Ahhhhh..... Nothing like peeing in the woods. I can't imagine why Shouta baby is so embarrassed about it." She just kept peeing and peeing, for five full minutes. "Oh boy, this is gonna take a while." She thought. After another minute and a half, she finished peeing, and wiped herself dry with a leaf. She went back to her towel and watched the sunset before she would get dressed and head home. Lucoa got home just in time for dinner. As she opened the door, she was greeted by Shouta. "Welcome home, Lucoa!" he said, "How was your day?" She answered "It was good, Shouta. Say, what's that smell? It smells delicious." Shouta's mother came from the kitchen and said "I made some Takoyaki for dinner. You two should come and eat." They sat at the dinner table and enjoyed their meal, especially Lucoa, after a long day at the beach. She hoped to visit that beach again someday.
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  48. dont feel bad the average adult human bladder only holds 600ml people that hold a lot will increase the amount but most people arent that strong bladdered
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