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  2. A singer. Sometimes I miss drawing in paint, I hope you enjoy what came out of it. ❤️
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  4. 805 downloads

    Leaky decides to wet her jeans because going to the toilet was never an option linktr.ee/leakyprincess
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  5. “I am holding it since so long, i can no more, i can no longer. Let me let piss my urine out, i am holding so much that it is hurting me so much.”begged Amanda. ” The toilet is outside, you are naked and it is currently cold and dark outside. It is better for you to stay here in the warm bed with me and wait until sunrise. You should be able and you should be strong enough to hold it back for just some hours more.” answered the man. ” I need to piss so horrendous, it is worse than a girl can bear, but if you don’t let me go i have to endure it, i must stand it no matter what, i can impossible wet our bed.”said Amanda. Cold and dark would not have been a really reason for her to stay inside, even if there would have been snow and ice outside and she would have to go barefoot and naked outside , she would have done it to can finally pee. Amanda’s belly was swollen, her bladder was bulging out and the stretched skin over her so much overfilled bladder pressed extra hard from outside. She pulled her knees up to her chin to give her bladder more room to ease the pressure and the “pee urge pain”. The guy did hold that young girl tight, pressed his body hard against her body and could feel how she tensed her muscles to hold it. ”How much more bladder torture is that girl able to endure?” though the man to himself.
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  6. So, the title definitely gives away that I genuinely had an accident while filming a TikTok. To put it into context, I typically have a strong bladder, so I thought, but lately it has grown a tad weaker. I was doing the trend where you jump according to the sound bite (it goes, to the left, to the right, to the left to the right, and then gets faster and faster). Well, while I was first doing the first two, all was fine… Until the sound got a little faster. Suddenly, there was a slight pressure to pee, but literally before I could even process that urge a GIANT spurt of pee came out- enough to wet my pants and trickle onto the floor (carpet, which is how one knows I genuinely did not plan to pee my pants). I honestly was shocked and stopped and looked down to see if I had a wet spot, and I had a very decently sized wet spot. I was wearing gray leggings, so there it was very, very visible. Suddenly I REALLY had to pee and not even a full minute after the first spurt of pee another GIANT spurt came out. I took off for the bathroom as I knew the next time was not going to be a spurt- I was going to lose control. As soon as I walked into the bathroom i the flood gates opened and I started peeing my pants. I did manage to finish peeing on the toilet- but there was a puddle on the floor and my pants were already soaked. I am unsure as to why I had this accident, but it happened by complete surprise. I needed to process and tell someone.
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  7. please delete this if is on the DNP list https://thisvid.com/videos/jeans-piss22/
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  8. 240 downloads

    Wetting with some rewettings in tight jeans and some different socks :>
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  9. So today I had a rather embarrassing accident at work 😳 I work in an office building in a call center and have been one of the few people still going into the office since the whole covid pandemic started so there’s not many people around but still a few around. During the morning I did my usual routine of breakfast, coffee, and two bottles of waters. We had our weekly morning meeting that we had to be on camera with to show we were actually paying attention. When the meeting started I had a small need to pee but I wasn’t worried and thought at that time that I could make it once the meeting was over. Typically the meetings last around 20 mins however todays was much different. Todays lasted well over an hour as I was absent mindedly sipped my drinks my urge to pee really started to build. Knowing full well that I was on camera, I couldn’t really show that I had to pee or do much outside of crossing my legs but after a few mins that wasn’t really helping either 😟. 30 mins in and I was really struggling and was starting to worry that I would end up wetting myself. Trying to think of a way to hold, I remembered I have a standing desk and hoped that standing would take some pressure off of my bladder. As I stood, initially it did help but I was wrong about how badly I had to pee, very wrong!! After another 15 mins of standing and crossing my legs, I felt it, they first leak of pee into my pants. I did everything I could to stop it and luckily I could but I knew I was in trouble now. Finally the meeting started to wrap up after another 5 mins of talking (honestly I hadn’t been paying attention what was being talked about ) and I felt another leak of pee. This time it was a lot harder to stop esp as I felt it start to flow down the back of my thighs 😰. As this was happening, I started hearing others signing off and I quickly shut my camera off and jammed my hands in my crotch to try and stop the rest before completely peeing my pants. I luckily stopped what was left in my bladder and made a dash to the bathroom. Fortunately I didn’t see anyone and at that point I didn’t care….I had to pee. Making it to the bathroom, I tore my jeans down and finished peeing what was left in my bladder. With a sigh I looked at the damage of my pants and honestly I was shocked at how bad my jeans looked 😭. Trying to think on what to do, I remembered that I had my gym bag with me and I had a pair of running shorts. I managed to avoid further embarrassment by not running into anyone from the bathroom back to my office. Closing the blinds, I was able to change out of my wet jeans and panties and changed into my shorts. hope you all enjoyed my little embarrassing accident and also I took a photo for you all to enjoy
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  10. I took a screenshot of the scene
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  11. Wonderful story!!! Love strong, powerful women who hold their piss by choice. Yana should be an example to all ladies.
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  12. Yeah, Nancy Friday helped. But those books were nothing on the person I had a crush on, and who also had a crush on me, literally laughing at me when I finally admitted it, saying, "That's IT? That's what you're embarrassed about? Lots of people are into that. I like to tie people up, I can't judge." And then later a partner of mine saying, "I have no problem doing that with you." So, basically: people around me being really supportive. We're pretty supportive here, of course! But I understand if that doesn't quite feel "real." Someday, however, you'll find someone who you trust enough to tell, and who's good enough to say, "Not a problem." I do want to respond to this part: That's worth working on -- not because liking omo is bad, but because flexibility is nice, too! Especially if you're in a sexual relationship with someone else -- they may not always want to do omo. So finding other turn-ons is just useful.
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  13. Kangoku Senkan 3 Clip from Game Needed Clip Made From Pictures Added IMG_9514.MOV
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  14. 1,989 downloads

    Two wetting videos from ThisVid.
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  15. Found this on tumbler, looks to be armature, but you judge. I think it was a great find. tumblr_pfpc1rXczr1xp2ter.mp4
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  16. Just this morning, while out shoveling snow in the driveway. I had on my dark grey sweatpants, so it wouldn't show as much, but I guess with the light, it shows more than I had expected.
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  18. Patricia and I were at the the door to head back inside when, “Oh! Wait a second. Can I ask one more thing?” Came from the young woman behind us. Her stream still visible, though with a fair bit less pressure now made it difficult to focus, given my own desire to rip my jeans down and join her. “Yes?” ”Um. Do you actually have anything I could wipe with?” She asked timidly, clearly embarrassed. “Absolutely not,” I responded. “All this nature and unspoiled land around us. I won’t support soiling it with anything more than what the human body is naturally producing.” ”Sorry, but you’re going to have to drip dry,” I continued to her shocked and annoyed look. “That goes for everyone,” I turned to Patricia. “I’ve been and will continue to be flexible and accommodating. But as soon as anything other than some warm water is left behind out here, I simply can’t allow this to continue.” Patricia didn’t respond as she followed me back inside to the relief of the cool air. I assume she was contemplating how to present this revelation of no TP to a bunch of 20-something year old women. Through the small back room and into the main storeroom once again, I was glad I had no new patrons and everything still appeared in order. Poor Professor Smith was still holding on with everything she could muster as the next in line. The student in the bathroom STILL hadn’t come out. The remaining three students in line all seemed in about the same condition. And the mother and daughter bringing up the rear of the line… Well, the mother seemed okay. She had to go, but it was really only noticeable because I was already aware of the situation. Normally, I probably wouldn’t have picked up on it. The daughter, on the other hand was clearly running out of time. Despite her earlier claims she didn’t need to go, her current body language and posture completely refuted that. I turned to head into my office and offered to Patricia, “You’re welcome to join me and we can iron a few last details out - though I’m going to be changing into some dry underwear.” My expectations were that I was just being a bit of an arse and of course she would decline. “I’ll follow you,” she gestured to my office. Weird. But whatever.
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  19. Yeah, a better description, proper tags, or even just filing the video in the right category would be helpful. I downloaded this because it was in the AB/DL category, but there's no AB/DL content here, just pants wetting. Also, its tagged "toilet pee", but there's no toilet to be seen, the person is standing, and unless they're peeing on top of a closed toilet, it doesn't even sound like they're peeing over a toilet. For those curious, here's an apt description of the video: Close-up of a standing person wetting through dark denim shorts with legs apart so you can see the growing wet patch.
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  20. Poor Amanda stopped again once or twice to cross her slim, lovely bare legs before they reached the little stone house. As soon as they were inside, Amanda pressed both hands between her thighs and squatted down. She pushed the fabric of her panties deep inside her girl slit to shut her peehole that way. It was absolutely impossible for her to wet her panties, she had to keep her urine inside her no matter how bad it would get and how much it would hurt her. It was her only and her last chance for to get a easier work and on the other hand she was a little bit proud too for her ability to hold it and for her strong bladder. The man made a fire at the fireplace and it did not last very long until it was pretty warm inside. It was a special good feeling for him to be totally alone with the young girl in this house at the mountains and it was so very arousing for him to know that the girl did not wee since yesterday afternoon. He did take her in his arms and pressed her slim, young body hard against his body, he pressed especially hard on her lower abdomen to push and torture her bladder that way. ”Are you feeling better, are you warm now?” he asked and rubbed her. “Oh yes, i am feeling much better, it is much better and much easier to hold if i am warm. My urge is very strong after holding it for so long, but i will be able not to go for much longer.” answered the girl. He still pressed his body and his hand dick, hard against her bladder to torture it. Amanda moaned and crossed her legs, she did know very well why he was doing that and was afraid that he would press some drops of her wee out of her in her panties. ”More can i not endure, it will come out, my panties will get wet, if you press harder.” said the girl and smiled shyly. “By the way panties, show me your panties. I think it is warm enough here, you can strip your clothes and you can wear only your panties Your sexy young body and your little panties will be a good sight for me.” said the guy. Amanda did how she was told, she stripped her clothes except her panties. It was the first time that the man saw her completely body nearly naked. Her little panties pressed in her slit and the visible bladder over her waist band were an extra turn on for him. The guy started to caress her all over her body and the girl enjoyed that very much. She never was get treated like that before. To that time she was in her mind no more a maid, she was a little lady now. Amandas bladder was getting fuller and fuller over the hours, but she was calming down more and more. She was ready and willing to suppress her bodily needs for so long as any possible, but if he pressed too hard on her so much overfilled urine ball, she waked up from her dream, because of her need to pee pain. It was already early evening, the girl did not wee since 27 hours, she lay on the floor on a soft sheep fur and the guy lay with his head on her belly and used her bulging bladder for a pillow. She was able to endure that extra pressure from outside, just if he rolled his head, or if he pressed too hard she moaned and groaned. “What a girl !!” though the guy to himself. It was absolutely normal and common to that time and in their culture that women had to hold their bladder sometimes for extreme long periods of time, even it was already very painful. It was usual that men did stop on the way to an event or to a dinner invitation for a piss beside the car, it was as well usually that the wife’s did stay in the car. Nobody did even think about the possibility that they would need to pee too. It was as well uncommon to use the bathroom from the host. Men and boys went off and on in the garden or in the yard , but women and big girls waited until at home. Not unusual that the men stopped at the way home again and the women waited with a bladder full and big as a melon inside. The man did usually not care about the bladder, or the painful urge of their wife’s. Some man did get turned on, when his wife stripped her dress at home and he could see her big pregnant bladder in her belly. She had to have then sex with him before he did allow her to go to the toilet for a much needed piss. The women are trained to drink and to hold their bladder for hours, but not near as long as Amanda. Who trained that girl, did she train herself? thought the guy. Amandas bladder was getting more and more visible in her slim belly. It was evening, they had a little supper. Amanda pressed her knees together and massaged her swollen bladder. „ Sorry but i need to pee so unbelievable bad. „she said. Not only her need and her urge were unbelievable, all the girl was unbelievable, she did not piss since 29 hours and she was still not begging for the toilet, she was still not begging to be allowed to pee. She wanted to show him how long a girl can withstand without to pee, she wanted demonstrate how long she is able to bear up to hold her urine back and to endure the most painful need to pee urge.
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  22. PKOS-06

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    PKOS-06-01 - A desperate woman races over to a building only to find the door is locked. She bangs on the door and pee dances outside hoping someone will come in time. A janitor hears the noise and opens the door for her but its too late as the woman loses control and wets herself infront of him. PKOS-06-02 - A desperate nurse is called over to the front desk. She hobbles over and squirms and pee dances until she wets herself. PKOS-06-03 - A desperate woman rushes over to the bathroom only to find someone is using it at the moment. She pee dances and knocks on the door so much that the man inside gets annoyed and opens the door to see what her problem is. Unable to wait any longer the woman wets herself infront of him. PKOS-06-04 - The next day the man from the bathroom has the woman put on a blindfold while wearing nothing but her underwear and ties her up in the bathroom with several vibrators around her crotch. He then leaves her alone for a while before coming back and playing with her until she wets herself. PKOS-06-05 - This is kind of a bonus scene's / Extras of the main actress and the nurse peeing on the floor, In the toilets , On some guy laying on his back along with another small desperation scene with the nurse as she struggle to hold it in the backrooms and ends up wetting herself. Screenshots are in order of the files PKOS-06 Uncut has everything above plus sex Enjoy
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  23. 751 downloads

    VEC-089 CEO's Wife Wetting Herself Incontinence Training Covered in Piss Yumi Kazama VEC-089-01 - A desperate woman is told to stay and wait in a room. She squirms & wiggles for as long as she can but ends up wetting herself. VEC-089-02 - The woman desperate to pee sits on a bed while a man presses on her bladder and plays with her until she loses control and wets herself. Screenshots are in order of the files VEC-089 Uncut has everything above plus sex Enjoy
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  24. Its 4 am and they just put Bad Bunny in the village square. Better hurry.
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  25. Huh, that explains the "stinky" part
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  27. Can't stop looking at the shorts. Another thing on my mind is her passport. The eagle reminds me of the coat of arms of Arstotzka from "Papers, Please"
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  28. OmoOrg has had its own dedicated section for furry omo artwork for a little while now, so I thought I'd create an album here too! My older furry work is still in the original Hoard, but now we have a dedicated place for it! You'll find mostly female pee desperation here! There'll also be a good-sized splash of girls peeing themselves, and even a sprinkle of them *making it sometimes! 🤣 Anyway, I also have a Patreon where I post the nude versions of most of my artwork --- that is, basically everything that isn't a comic. (Though sometimes I do manage to make nude versions of those too!) Just know that I also do non-furry stuff, if you didn't already! * "Making it" as in, not necessarily "to a toilet"!
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  29. JVU-03033

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    Women sit on a toilet and pee. With one camera pointed at them to film them sitting on the toilet and one camera on the inside (with a bright light that makes the toilet look like its glowing) to catch the action. More videos like this here Enjoy
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  30. For some context, I am 21, 5’5’ and BBW. I’ve always enjoyed holding my pee for as long as possible. I have several stories of times I’ve been desperate, but this one is my favorite and most extreme. One day I decided I was going to do a hold to the doctor. I was going in for a checkup, and thought it’d be fun to hold in public. However, I overestimated my bladder and underestimated the wait time at the doctor. About 45 minutes before I left, I drank 44 oz of water and a 16 oz bottle of soda. By the time my ride got there to pick me up, I already had to go pretty bad. On the ride there, my bladder was sending me signals that I needed to pee. But I tried to keep my mind off of it by chatting with my friend. Once we got there, I had to check in and do a bunch of paperwork. By the time I got done with that, my bladder was aching. I had to wait another 10 minutes before being called back to the room. Once we got back to the room, it was another 10 minutes before the doctor got in. While I was alone, I was crossing my legs pretty tightly. The doctor came in and asked me a bunch of questions. I had a hard time answering the questions because at this point, all I could think of was releasing all the pee inside me. Next he had me lay down on the table while he palpated my stomach and abdomen. It hurt so bad, but I had to pretend I was fine because I didn’t want the doctor to know how much I had to pee. He did make a remark about how tense I was though. Finally, we were done, and I could leave. I thought about using the restroom before I left, but I thought that I’ve held this long, what’s another 20 minutes. So I held the ride home and was very quiet because of the pain I was in. My friend asked me what was wrong, but I told her I was just tired. I got home finally and wanted desperately to use the bathroom. But I was very turned on at this point. So, I decided to masturbate. I rubbed my pussy for 10 minutes before I had the best orgasm, I’ve had my entire life. But once I was finished, I knew I had to get to the toilet and fast. I was seconds away from wetting my pants. I sped towards the bathroom with my hands in my crotch. I looked at the toilet and pee started to leak out. I tore down my pants and peed for what seemed like forever. It was pure ecstasy. I was so relieved, and my bladder was happy again at last.
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  31. Omorashi Sims Story (vk.com) here 😉 but if someone find how make a poll i can make vote here
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  32. Got it. I'll get it for you. https://youtu.be/767iz4Rh4j0Ge Here you go!
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  33. amber pov

    🥵handholding🥵 how do you draw such hot hands?😳😵 butterflies
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  34. Why didn't I think about it... Awesome droolworthy idea...🤤
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  35. how about a story with the mom trying to follow her own advice and try to hold it while at a work function.
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  36. “Just so we’re clear,” Patricia started the moment the door to my office closed. “I really need to relieve myself,” Her hand now planted deep and firmly between her legs. “But I can’t be weak in front of the students. I’m the authority figure.” ”There’s nothing weak about needing to pee,” I consoled. “Last time I checked, it was a pretty natural thing.” I dug out the spare shorts and underwear (gym short shorts and somewhat unflattering black panties) from bottom drawer of my desk. A little wrinkled, but they’d work. Patricia was already facing somewhat away from me, lost in her world of wishing she was sitting in a toilet so I went ahead and unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled everything down in one pull. My bladder, unfortunately, took this to mean it was time to pee. I understand why. I’m in a small room, filled bladder, pulled down pants and underwear… It’s basically subconsciously hard wired. However, it was not, in fact, time to pee. Far (unfortunately) from. I had to hold my naked self, through my damp bush and really try to physically hold my bladder in. It took a minute, but my bladder finally calmed down a little, releasing just enough to wet my hand to the point of a few drops ran across my fingers as I pulled my hand away. I pulled on the new underwear up to just above my knees, and dug back through my bottom drawer, retrieving half a pack of pads. Being female had a few small perks. I pulled one out, opened it up and stuck it to the crotch of my panties. When I looked up Patricia was staring at me. “That… is a phenomenal idea!” She scared me when she started, but then surprised me. “Would you be willing to share one for an old professor in need?” I smiled and motioned for her to help herself. She didn’t need a second invitation, immediately reaching to grab one. She wasted no time in opening it up and pulling her own pants down to mid-thigh, revealing… Patricia! I was not expecting the view of her completely cleanly shaven. The old professor still had a few surprises. She pulled her pants back up as I pulled my shorts on. Patricia sighed. “I still have to pee so bad, but a little safety net never hurt. Thank you.” She looked at me, “Also, just so you know, your… genital hair… sticks out of your shorts when you wear them so short. A compliment and… we’ll call it a friendly observation. Not too bad. Sure enough, a few of my longer and curlier hairs were poking out of my underwear, visible around the inner legs of my shorts. Oh well. I had bigger problems. One such problem found it’s way to me the second we opened the office door. She must’ve been waiting and watching for the exact moment. The mother of the daughter who so obviously desperately needed to pee but refused to admit it came hastily over. “Hi again,” She started, clearly attempting to be extra sweet before asking whatever she was going to ask. Honey and vinegar and whatever that saying was. I couldn’t remember. Funny how your memory fails when your bladder fills. “I know there’s something going on with the woman who’s been in the bathroom for some time now and we’re pretty far back in line,” She began her pitch. “And my daughter really does need to go quite badly,” She continued. “I saw you take that other woman somewhere else to relieve herself and was wondering if it was possible to take my daughter and I there as well in lieu of continuing to wait in line?” I shrugged. “Sure.” ”Oh wonderful,” She chirped. “Samantha… Samantha! Come here.” The daughter, Samantha, looked both desperate and embarrassed beyond belief as she left her place in line and joined her mother’s side. “Samantha, hold on just a little longer, okay. We’re going to follow this lovely woman here and find you someplace to pee finally.” ”Mom… That’s so embarrassing,” Samantha started. ”I told you, I’m literally fine.” ”Samantha! Don’t be ridiculous,” Her mother scolded. “You’re literally holding yourself. I’m worried about about you.” Samantha sighed. “I… suppose I wouldn’t say no going to the bathroom right now.” She finally conceded. I idly wondered what they would say when we arrived at my semi-secluded spur of the moment outside bathroom. Without toilet paper, of course.
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  37. I read this story, Jill, and I LOVED it! It was a great read! Thanks for sharing! I hope one day to purchase your book, ‘Aura of desperation’, but things are kinda tough for me financially right now. Great story! Thanks again!
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  38. Yana woke up with a jolt. The gusher of the piss and the warmth felt so real that she panicked. She dreamt of pissing herself in the office in front of everyone. Thankfully it was just a coin sized spot on her thong. A dull but strong ache plagued her lower belly reminding her of the bladder burst challenge with her colleagues last evening. Yana immediately hopped into the bathroom; her eyes fell on the enticing porcelain bowl. It shined as a beam of sunlight fell on it from the wide glass window. As if the heavens themselves were seducing her to come and release the gusher she was brewing for nearly a day now. She tore away her tiny thong and landed her bum on the seat. The floodgates opened instantly. An inch thick stream of hot piss, hit the water below, forming dense white froth. Hardly 3 seconds had passed when she suddenly cut the stream going in full force. She winced with pain and hurriedly came out of the bathroom. She started looking for her mobile phone and after losing a few more spurts she finally found it hidden inside the jacket she wore yesterday. Yana’s hands trembled as she tried to enter the complex phone pattern. Her bladder was revolting furiously after being denied relief mid-way. After 4 attempts she finally unlocked her phone and video called her mother. Yana was 27 but she and her twin sister had always been super obedient to her mother, especially about discipline of not peeing in the morning. Her mother had imparted to her that gross bodily functions like peeing must be kept at the last. “Hey. . Hi Mom” Yana began. “Hey sweetypie! Good morning!” Her mother replied while rocking back and forth. “Mom, I-I am in trouble. . I’m bursting for a pee. It’s coming out. . .” “Oh my poor girl! Didn’t you go last night?” “I – I was out at a party. I got drunk and fell asleep as soon as I crashed into the bed” “How many times have I told you TO-NOT-SKIP-BEFORE-BED-PEES? That’s the only appropriate time to go.” “Mom – it – I was drunk” “So what! Look around at all the photos on your wall – what do you see?” Her mother interrupted. “What about them?” “If you look closely, in each photo there’s a noticeable bulge on your bladder. Be it the orange bodycon dress you wore on your graduation where you went on stage with 26 hours of pee, or when we were in the road trip from California to Florida and you managed to hold it throughout the trip. Or that Ted-Y speech where you nearly wet yourself on the stage.” Yana nodded. Tears brimming in her eyes. “Baby, the point is… ahhh” Her mother grabbed her pussy tight. “In all your important events of your life, we ensured that you were always bursting at seams, and you came out with flying colours. It’s our family tradition to put such gross silly bodily functions at the last of everything. We never pee in the morning. Control is everything. Just because you are holding a few cans of beer and missed your only break last night, can’t be an excuse to break the family custom. You better keep it corked up. You must not break the family tradition of discipline and perfectionism.” “Mom, please this is an exception. I have never failed you before.” “That is because we didn’t allow you to fail. And don’t forget all the success that came to you because of this discipline. There-Is-No-Exception-To-This-Rule. Remember that your watch and your mobile is synced to the entire family. The green dots tell me everything.” Her mother sternly replied and hung up on her. Tears fell from Yana’s eyes as she tightly clutched her pussy. It was truly the most desperate she had ever gotten in her life. No girl on the planet could contain 7 pints of beer and nearly a gallon of water and act normally. But here Yana was. The perfectionist of her family. The calendar widget on her phone showed green dots on each past date. Each dot meant one or no pees that day. She hastily scrolled to the left and saw that for months and years each date had a green dot. If she broke the rule there would be one red dot in her otherwise spotless record. The entire family with whom the calendar was synced would know it. That was a mortifying thought. With her hands shoved into her crotch Yana entered the bathroom again. Before her body could prepare itself, she turned on the shower sending her into a frenzy. Her face turned red, and knuckles turned white with the effort of gripping her pussy shut. For most of the shower she remained curled up on the floor with legs crossed tight. After the shower Yana waddled her way downstairs and finished her breakfast. Solid English breakfast coupled with a tall glass of glass of juice. She held the glass of juice in her hand and stared at it with pursed lips. Those additional 350ml of liquid could wreak havoc with her body. But she gulped it down at one go. No mercy whatsoever. The juice hit her bladder like a freight train. The glass fell from her hands as her muscles nearly gave up. She closed her eyes shut while her body shuddered. Around 10 minutes passed before the waves of desperation subsided for a bit. Getting ready for the office was another hurdle Yana had to face. Going out with puffy eyes and messy hair was not an option. Her tag of Miss Florida came as an additional baggage for her. Holding her breath, she started applying the layers of makeup. Cleanser, then toner, moisturiser, foundation, and sunscreen. Each step was slower than the previous. Every time she took her hands out of her crotch a spurt or two leaked. By the time she was done with her makeup she had to discard three thongs. After spending a painful hour in front of the mirror, Yana stood in front of her closet with shaky legs, staring at the tiny brown dress that lay crumpled on the hanger. It was her favourite dress, the one that always made her feel sexy and powerful, but today it seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. She reached for the dress, her hands trembling with anticipation and anxiety, and held it up to her body. But as she tried to slip it on, she could feel the fabric straining against her skin, resisting her every attempt to squeeze into it. She looked down at her bladder, which had ballooned overnight, a bloated and uncomfortable mass that made her feel self-conscious. She could feel tears of frustration and disappointment welling up in her eyes, the sense of defeat almost too much to bear. With a sense of resignation, she turned away from the dress, her mind already racing with thoughts of what to wear instead. She knew that she couldn’t go to work feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious, that she needed to find something that made her feel confident and put-together. But as she rummaged through her closet, her eyes kept drifting back to the brown dress. Finally, she decided to teach her bladder a lesson for not cooperating with her. She took out her dreaded waist clincher and with a deep breath, started wrapping it around her torso. The bulge on her bladder was so big that the hooks were a good few inches apart. Yana however was determined to go through it. Ignoring the way the thick fabric squeezed her bladder underneath, she gave a tight pull and quickly hooked the clincher to the tightest. All the hot piss was suddenly compressed in half the space sending a tsunami of desperation down her pussy. She nearly squatted down and prevented the outburst. A little later Yana squared her shoulders and made her way out the door, determined to face the day with all the confidence and power that the brown dress represented. She knew that it wouldn’t be easy, that she would have to fight against her frantic needs, but she was ready for the challenge. After all, she was an office lady, and nothing could stop her from achieving her goals. The sun was already high in the sky when Yana rushed to her car. In her quest to teach her bladder a lesson, she had spent too much time in front of the mirror and was now running late for work. But as she slid into the driver’s seat another wave hit her hard. The clincher had literally compressed her bladder to a size of a tennis ball. Pee rushed to her overworked urethra and hit it like a freight train. Sweat dripped from her forehead and neck into her deep cleavage. She rested her head on the steering wheel and jammed her hand into her tightly layered crotch. She reluctantly tried to start the car and realized that her legs felt heavy and stiff. Every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain shooting through her bladder. She winced and groaned as she twisted the key in the ignition, hoping against hope that the car would start, and she could make it to work on time. But the car wouldn’t start, and her frustration grew with each failed attempt. She was already running late, and now this? She tried to shake off the excruciating pain in her bladder and focus on the task at hand, but it was no use. Every movement felt like a Herculean effort, and she could feel her patience wearing thin. As she leaned her head back against the headrest, her mind raced with all the things she needed to do that day. Meetings, deadlines, emails, phone calls…the list was endless. She knew she couldn’t afford to be late, but how could she drive when every movement was agony? She took a deep breath and tried to steel herself, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she attempted to push through the pain. Her foot hovered over the gas pedal, but she couldn’t bring herself to press down. She knew she needed to get moving, but the pain was just too much. Her bladder needed a relief – N-O-W! Finally, she relented and slumped back in her seat, tears welling up in her eyes. She was trapped, unable to move forward and unable to go back. Her mind raced with all the ways this could impact her reputation and her life, just because she could not hold her pee all day. The minutes ticked by, and she sat there, her mind and body wracked with ungodly desperation. The mistake of breaking the seal for 3 seconds and losing the spurts was making things even more difficult. For the unreserved, the solution was simple. Just go to the toilet and piss to heart’s content but Yana was built different. Holding pee was her way of life and in that moment, it felt like the weight of the world was crushing her. Somehow, Yana booked a cab and started for office. Throughout the ride Yana had her hands shoved in her crotch. Each bump was a blow to her bladder and sent pee rushing down her pee hole. Her legs were crossed so tight like a pretzel that her inner thighs were burning with pain. To add to her woes the leg room of the cab was so limited that her knees almost came to her chest compressing her bladder further. The cab driver kept yelling at her to not spoil the seats. She could not even respond to him fearing the loss of control. After a perilous hour, Yana finally reached her office. She nearly fell out of the cab upon exiting. Her legs had gotten numb. Another spurt shot out of her pussy. Fortunately, her dress was so short that the piss ran down her thighs. She had never been late to the office before and knew that her boss would not take it kindly on her. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and hobbled towards the office as quickly as possible. The click of her 6-inch heels was heard all across the floor and everyone craned their necks to ogle at her. Her massive sweaty boobs threatened to pop out of her undersized dress, but she had no time to bother and adjust it. Little did she know what was in store for her. Yana steadily reached the conference room taking small steps. If she cast wide steps, her muscles would not be able to contain the lake anymore. She thanked her stars that for the next hour or two she was only required to listen to a boring presentation. But all hell broke loose when her boss asked her to lead the presentation since the original staffer had called in sick. Her body filled with goosebumps and tremors of desperation seared through her bladder. All her daydreams of quietly rubbing her thighs to stimulate herself with a full bladder vanished. Another drop pushed its way out of her pee hole and crawled from her inner thighs, making her wiggle. The entire conference room got a good view of her sweaty butt cheeks and the tight thong she had underneath her short dress. She stood at the front of the conference room blankly. Her heart raced as her pussy lips quiver violently. The pressure inside her bladder nearly doubled. as she tried to steady herself. “Do you need to use the restroom Yana?” Her boss asked as if to embarrass her on purpose. “Like a racehorse” Yana genuinely replied biting her lips. The entire conference room started laughing. They all thought she was joking out of nervousness. She cleared her throat and began to speak, but her voice was shaky and uneven. She stumbled over her words, trying desperately to keep her focus, but it was no use. Her mind was a whirlwind of nerves and anxiety, and she struggled to not to let the flood escape. As she glanced out at the sea of faces before her, she felt a surge of panic rise up in her chest. She had always struggled with public speaking, but this was something else entirely. The stakes were higher, the pressure greater, and the scrutiny more intense. She tried to push through her nerves, but her mind kept racing, tripping over her words, and causing her to lose her place in her notes. She felt a trickle of pee slide down her thighs, and her heart raced as she tried to regain her composure. The silence in the room seemed to stretch on forever, punctuated only by the sound of her own ragged breathing. She knew she had to keep going, to push through the desperation and make it to the end of her presentation, but the thought of continuing felt almost unbearable. A member suddenly interrupted Yana to ask a question. His loud voice startled her, breaking her concentration. Her bladder, which seemed to have a mind of its own, violently contracted and tried to push the piss out. She had microseconds to act and in that moment of desperation, she closed her eyes and grabbed the seams of her skirt. Even though the temptation to grab the crotch was intense but she relied only on her clenched muscles to contain the disaster. The battle between her bladder and her will was being witness with other members of the room. After 30 awkward seconds Yana emerged victorious; the flood was contained for now. She was panting but eventually managed to re-focus on the task at hand. With renewed determination, Yana opened her eyes and began to speak again, her voice still a little shaky, but steadier than before. Her legs remained crossed tightly and she sticked to her position on the dais. As she spoke, she felt a sense of control return, and the words flowed more easily from her lips. Bit by bit, she made her way through the presentation, feeling a growing sense of confidence and pride with each passing minute. And as she finished her final slide and the room erupted into applause, she knew that despite her nerves, she had done it. After the presentation Yana’s boss approached her. “Yana that was one hell of a presentation!” The boss began. “But I would really appreciate if you could learn to control yourself better. Frankly it was embarrassing”. Yana could not help but nod. All she wanted was some alone time to give a long re-assuring squeeze to her pussy. “I love how you’re always focussed on work and don’t take bathroom breaks like the rest of the girls. I hope you take my feedback constructively. And yes, the clients seemed to be very happy that you didn’t rush to the bathroom in the middle of the presentation. Please continue to hold and work on your abilities to hide it”. As soon as the boss left the meeting room Yana collapsed into the nearest chair. Her calves and heels were burning in those nearly vertical stilettos and her bladder relentlessly sent spasm after spasm. Her eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of her. She had been standing non-stop for over 2 hours now in an un-imaginable condition. Her brain felt fuzzy and overloaded. All she wanted was a few minutes to take a breather, clear her mind, and somehow ease the pain in her bladder. She thought of quickly hopping in the only bathroom which she used at work to loosen her clincher, but it seemed that fate was not on her side. Yana’s colleagues, a group of chatty and boisterous individuals, seemed to sense her fatigue, and instead of giving her space, they circled around her like vultures, peppering her with a never-ending stream of inane gossip and pointless chatter. At first, she tried to engage with them, nodding and smiling politely as they chattered on about their weekend plans and office drama. But as the minutes ticked by, her patience wore thin, and she found herself growing increasingly irritated with each new interruption. She longed to tell them to just leave her alone, to give her some space and let her breathe, but she knew that wouldn't be well-received. She gripped the armrests of the chair so tightly that her nail pierced the cushioning and kept her legs close together. Seeing that the gang wouldn’t leave Yana pretended to busy herself in the screen in-front, hoping that they would take the hint and go back to their own desks. But it was no use. They continued to chatter and interrupt, their voices growing louder and more grating with each passing minute. She could feel her bladder growing inside and her grip on her muscles loosening. Frustration and exhaustion mounting, her brain struggling to make sense of the chaos around her. In the spur of the moment Yana stood up from the chair, hoping that the physical act of standing would give her some sense of control. But instead, it seemed to only draw more attention to her, and her colleagues crowded around her, their voices rising to a fever pitch. Yana felt a ball form inside her pee hole just like it happens when we stop our pee midstream. The only difference being, under normal circumstances the feeling subsided but in her case the pressure simply kept growing with every passing second. Her body was shaking with the efforts to act normal and hold the flood. She wanted nothing more than to fast forward the day to her bedtime and piss to her heart’s content. But for now, she had to endure. She even tried to exit the conference room, but it seemed that everywhere she turned, there was someone there, blocking her path. “What happened Yana?” One of the office girls taunted “Trying to run off to the toilets like a schoolgirl? Or the beer from last night’s contest is still coming out” The rest of the girls burst into laughter. “If you remember correctly, I am the only girl in office who has never seen the insides of our bathrooms here unlike you all. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have got more important stuff to do. And yes, before I leave, all the beer from last night is still inside my bladder. SAFE AND CORKED.” Yana fired back and stormed out. The veins on her forehead almost popped out with the strain of putting such a long sentence together. As Yana inched down the hallway her eyes fell on the smoking zone. She suddenly remembered that there was a small toilet behind it which was not covered by an CCTV. It was the only bathroom which she was comfortable using as nobody else knew about it. She could simply release a tiny bit to give her bladder some room to contain the boiling piss inside. In this way even the fitness tracker would not be able to detect any anomaly and she would somehow manage to last till midnight. This quick break was like a beacon of hope in the midst of her otherwise disastrous day. Yana sneaked in the smoking room and observed that there was another man smoking in the corner. She lit her Misty 120 cigarettes nonchalantly and leaned on the wall turning her back to the man. In one hand she had the cigarette, and the other hand was tightly curled into a fist pressing against her crotch. Each time she blew out the smoke her control seemed to slip away. She gritted her teeth and continued to act calm. The man on the other side got a phone call which added to her woes. Yana cursed the guy under her breathe and smoked another Misty and the another. The man simply refused to leave. She was doing a full-blown pee dance when he was not looking. Her pussy quivered merely by looking at the door of the secluded toilet. After an agonizing half hour, the guy finally started walking towards the door, Yana made her move. She could practically taste her piss. The clincher seemed to push all her organs up in order to contain her ever growing ball of piss. As the distance between the toilet and her decreased, her heart leaped with excitement at the prospect of a few moments of peace and indulgence. But just as she was about to cross the threshold into the toilet, her phone rang, its piercing tone shattering the calm of the moment. With a sense of frustration, she reached for her phone, noting the caller ID with annoyance. It was her boss, and she knew that whatever he was calling about, it wasn't likely to be good news. With a sense of reluctance, she answered the call, her mind already half-focused on the glorious relief just a few feet away. The tone of her boss was enough to scare Yana. She was calling her into a last-minute meeting, one that couldn't wait until later in the day. Yana tried to protest, to explain that she had been about to take a break, but the boss was insistent. Despite her aching, burning pee hole, Yana turned away from the So-close toilet and headed back towards her desk, her bladder throbbing in protest. She could feel the disappointment and frustration welling up within her. She cursed herself under her breath for being so irresponsible last night and not taking her before bed pee. But she knew that she couldn't let her emotions get the better of her, that she needed to focus on the task at hand and push through the rest of her day. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant sacrificing her eye-wateringly urgent need to piss. Three begrudgingly slow hours passed, and the duo had downed a couple of coffees. To make situations worse Yana had to sit in those extremely low and uncomfortable bean bags. She hated bean bags to begin with, but she was forced to sit in the same as they were the only ones in her boss’s ultra-modern cabin. Her bladder had virtually no space to store the liquid being rapidly pumped by her kidneys. With the laptop on her thighs and both her hands on the keyboard, she had to sit absolutely straight and still. The poor girl had no way to even adjust her sitting position for the fear of dropping her laptop or worse, leaking on the couch. Tears fell from her eyes on to the keyboard every time her bladder sent pangs. She frantically needed to reach her crotch for a quick squeeze. Finally at 6 in the evening her boss let her go. Yana thanked her boss and did her best to not look desperate. But once she stood gravity came crashing down on her bladder. She lost her balance and fell on the couch again. A stinging pain ran through her bladder to her pee hole. A yelp escaped from her mouth as she tightly clutched the couch and quickly brought her legs close to stem the outburst. “Yana! Babe you gotta behave yourself.” Her boss warned her. Only if her boss realized that Yana had been holding it for past 42 hours, she may have been a little more empathetic. Yana however was in no position to convey the same. Her bladder screamed for a release. Once out of the cabin she quickened her pace as best as could and approached the smoking zone pantry. She had been looking forward to this break all day, the promise of a sweet release to contain her massive load of piss. As she neared the doorway of the smoking zone, her bladder started shooting jets of pee. Her thong was now drenched. The last few seconds were always the most difficult to hold. Her face was all scrunched up and red from the strain. Finally, she could see the light streaming out from under the door, a warm and welcoming glow that beckoned her closer. But as she reached for the door handle, she screamed with utter disappointment. The door to the toilet was closed. Yana was at the end of her tether. Her need to piss was no longer controllable. She was frantic and somehow needed to hold it out. She could feel a sense of frustration and annoyance building within her, her mind already conjuring up images of the delicious relief just separated by a locked door. She screamed aloud in anger, but no one was there who could help her except her own. With a sense of desperation, she pressed her ear to the door, hoping to hear some sign of life inside. But all she could hear was the sound of her own breath, and the muffled hum of the air conditioning system. She tried the door handle again, hoping that it had simply been stuck, but it refused to budge. In her despair, she violently shook the door, pulled a hair pin and tried to pick the lock but in vain. It was as if the universe had conspired against her, denying her relief by whatever means possible. She could feel a knot forming in her stomach, a sense of disappointment and frustration threatening to overwhelm her. She knew that she needed to find some way to contain the ocean inside her and manage the rest of the time at office. It was a herculean task for her. She was on borrowed time. Yana hobbled back to her seat and frantically started closing the last few activities typing away at the keyboard. All she wanted to do was go home and relieve here overworked bladder. But there was one problem: she couldn't book a cab. Her fingers trembled with anxiety as she refreshed the page again and again. Each time, the same message taunted her: "No cabs available at this time." Yana bit her lip in frustration. She had tried everything she could think of. She had even gone down to the lobby to ask the receptionist for help, but all she got was a shrug and a sympathetic smile. As the minutes ticked by, Yana's anxiety grew. She knew she had to get home soon – her bladder was now shooting spurts every few minutes and she had run out of wet wipes. She but her lip and gently tried to press on her bladder to assess how bad exactly was the situation. It could have been that all the desperation was simply caused because she had put on the undersized waist clincher. But the moment she pressed her bladder she died a thousand deaths. It was as if someone stabbed tens of knives into her bladder. Yana looked out the window, watching the traffic snarl by. She could see the taillights of other cabs flickering in the distance, but none of them seemed to be heading in her direction. She shoved her hand into her crotch and took out her phone. For a brief second, she closed her eyes, willing herself to remain calm. She knew she couldn't give up – she had to keep trying. So, she refreshed the page once more, and waited. And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a notification popped up: "Cab Confirmed." Yana jumped up from her chair, grabbed her bag, and waddled out of the office. The cool evening air, hit her like a freight train. All of a sudden, her desperation shot up by 10 folds. It boggled her mind just to think how much more desperate he could get. Before she could compose herself, her cab arrived to pick her up. Yana got in the back of the cab holding her breath. Her eyes glued to the slow-moving traffic outside and hand in her crotch. She restlessly shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use. Two hours had passed since she got into the cab, and it barely covered a quarter of distance to her home. She was sweating profusely despite the AC being on. Her brown dress clung tightly to the body and the seams of the waist clincher underneath pierced into the apex of her bladder. The cab driver asked her if she needed to pee badly. “Badly is an understatement” Yana responded with a strained voice. Little did the cab driver know how much Yana was holding insider her severely compressed bladder. 7 pints of beer, over 2 and a half litres of water, and a good few cups of coffee and yet she had manager to keep the ocean inside her with just a few leaks over the last 45 hours. Every bump in the road felt like a jolt to her bladder, and she winced with discomfort. She tried to distract herself by scrolling through her phone, but even that became a challenge as her concentration waned. Her body shuddered with pain and drops of pee leaked from her vagina. Yana glanced out the window, hoping to spot a rest stop or even a secluded area where she could relieve herself. But there was nothing – just a sea of cars stretching out before her. Her desperation grew with every passing minute. She crossed her legs and clenched her muscles, trying to hold it in. But the pressure was becoming unbearable. Yana shifted again, this time reaching for her bag. Maybe there was something in there that could help her. She rummaged through it, her heart racing with anticipation, but all she found was a bottle of water. Her throat was dry as a desert, so she gulped a few sips. And that proved fatal. It was as if the extra 200 ml of water went and hit her bladder directly. Yana was feeling lightheaded, and her body was going numb. She leaned back against the seat, her eyes closing in agony. The traffic outside seemed to taunt her, as if it were never going to let up. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the cab pulled up in front of Yana's home. She wanted to run but any movement could result into a full-blown accident. She requested the cab driver to help her. The lady was kind enough and helped Yana to reach her door. While any other driver would have left immediately, she waited. Yana conveyed her to go but then the lady driver requested her, “Ma’am I too haven’t pissed since I left home early morning. Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” Tears welled up in Yana’s eyes, but she agreed. “S-Sure – I can wait a little longer”. Yana fumbled with her keys as her entire body shook violently. The cab driver too had her legs crossed tight and bit her lips nervously. As soon as the door opened, both ladies lost a huge spurt in their clothes. “Straight and left” Yana managed to whisper as the cab driver rushed inside. The sound of the driver’s gusher was too much to bear but Yana still managed to bear the torture silently. A few agonizing minutes later the driver emerged from the bathroom with sweat all over her body but relieved expressions. She thanked Yana and quickly left. As soon as the door closed behind her, Yana literally tore away her dress and her thong. The only thing that remained between her and the sweet-sweet relief was the distance of a few feet. But something was wrong. Her legs felt stiff, and crotch was burning. The pain in her bladder reached new heights and jets of pee started coming out of her pussy like a fire hose. The inevitable finally happened. The damn burst open. The tidal wave arrived. After nearly two days, perhaps the longest Yana had gone without using the toilets, her bladder, her muscles, and her will could no longer contain the boiling piss inside. All her valiant efforts were now in vain. Her muscles violently contracted and tried to push out an entire gallon of pee at once. Clear transparent piss erupted out of her pussy in an inch thick stream forming a huge puddle on the floor. It spread in all directions covering quite a considerable radius. She moaned with pleasure and panted as the gusher continued for over 3 minutes. Her eyes rolled up and body shuddered as it entered a series of orgasms. Without even knowing Yana had started stroking and rubbing her clit through the thick torrent of piss. After the monstrosity of the load was over, Yana collapsed She stayed there for what felt like ages, savouring the sensation of finally being able to let go after such a long hold. She checked her mobile and the dot was still green. Yana heaved a sigh of relief and started to laugh. It was a lesson learned – never again would she underestimate the importance of taking her designated piss break.
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  39. Hi Bom! Your work is truly awesome. You're doing a great job with your art and you're very generous to fulfill these very creative requests. Not to gush too much but you work is truly very admirable. I would be really grateful if I could humbly make a request of my own. I have a continuation of a story I made of a dragon with a large bladder, you can see the story with the original here: I was really interested in seeing how Ember the dragoness would look in your style. I envisioned ember to be a black dragon with purple eyes and a gray belly, very similar to the Minecraft ender dragon, if that's a good reference, haha. I would be very grateful to see Ember in your style, as I thought it would suit it well. You can make a setting for yourself for Ember (with a bulging, massive bladder, of course!), Or you can take a scene from the story itself, such as: (Oh yeah, spoilers for my story, I guess) 1) Ember looking over the human town desperately holding a massive bulging throbbing bladder, and/or 2) Ember putting out the volcano's lava with her torrential piss, with her roaring and moaning with relief. Let me know what you think, and thank you very much for filling other people's requests, it's been very enjoyable to watch! -Orion
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  40. I’m at the park now walking around looking for a good spot. At a 7/10 now. Getting little waves of desperation every other minute. I’m gonna keep holding tho!! I was so fidgety driving here and had to hold/rub myself on and off
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  41. Zoe was standing desperately in line for the bathroom. Her legs were bouncing up and down, and her mind set on making it to the bathroom. Behind her in line, her mom said, “Zoe sweetie you can hold it you’re twenty now.” Zoe responded, jumping up and down, “I know mom I just really have to go, and if this line doesn’t go down soon I’m gonna be in trouble.” Her mother said, “ Zoe just try and hold it, I don’t need you wetting yourself in public again.” Zoe said, "Mom don’t remind me that was so embarrassing!!” Her mom said, “I still can’t believe you wet yourself at the mall Zoe. Your shorts were soaked and you wouldn’t stop crying. We had to ask that cute girl to help us find you new shorts, and she kept saying she felt so embarrassed for you. And then when we found new shorts she told you to be more careful since you’re an adult.” Zoe responded, “MOM! You’re not helping at all!!!” As she said this a stain appeared on Zoe’s light blue shorts. Her mother saw this and asked, “Zoe are you wetting yourself again?? You’re 20 and you’re about to wet yourself in line for the bathroom!” Tears welled up in Zoe’s eyes as she could feel the floodgates about to open. She looked around for somewhere to hide and spotted a small corner behind some tall bushes. Her mom saw this and quickly took Zoe by the hand and said, "We'll get you back home in time." As Zoe started walking towards the bushes her friend Amanda saw her and walked over. Zoe was jumping around with her hands in her crotch when Amanda asked, “Zoe are you wetting yourself??” Zoe replied, "Yes!" Amanda said, "Wow your mom must really hate you if she makes you stand in line like that for the bathroom.” Zoe responded, "You don't understand Amanda...” Just as she finished this her mother caught up with them and saw a rivulet of pee run down Zoe’s leg. Zoe yelped as she felt herself lose control. Zoe started to cry and Amanda asked her what was wrong. But it was too late. Zoe’s light blue shorts started to turn to a dark blue as Zoe wet herself. Her mother exclaimed very loudly in the store “ Zoe you’re wetting yourself again!!” Zoe looked at her mom and said, "Mom it's not my fault! The bathroom line was too long”, as a puddle started to form. Zoe was so embarrassed that she ran out of the store and into the parking lot where she made it to her car before she lost control and peed everywhere. Her mother yelled after her, "Where are you going? Zoe said back home. But her mother and Amanda insisted on Zoe getting some dry clothes. So they walked back into the mall with Zoe’s shorts soaked and her legs with pee still running down them. They went to the nearest store, which happened to be the same store she got clothes last time. The same cute girl, Mira, was working. She exclaimed “Zoe, sweetie, did you wet yourself again?” Zoe answered, "No, I'm fine! I just really have to go still.” The girl, Mira, said, "Oh honey, you might as well let it out.” Zoe gasped and said, "Then please let me use the restroom .” Mira started to show the way for Zoe, but alas it was too late again. Zoe's bladder gave out and she wet herself again. This time the shorts were completely soaked and Zoe was soaking wet all the way to her knees. Zoe started tearing up as people in the store watched her have another accident. The girl, Mira, said, "It's ok, Zoe, I won't tell anyone. Just sit down on the floor and let everything out.” Zoe sat down and felt the cool tile against her thighs. Her mother, Amanda, and Mira all watched as Zoe cried and wet herself in her shorts. Her mom said, "Zoe honey, you can't do this to yourself anymore. You're 20 years old and you can't keep doing this." Zoe sobbed as she said, "I tried to hold it Mom!!” And her mom said “ But you didn’t! You wet yourself again. “ Zoe looked at her mother and said, "I know. I'm sorry. I promise I will be more careful from now on." All Zoe could think of was how embarrassing this was. How much she hated that her mom and Amanda saw her like this. Her mom said “ well to make sure I’m going to take some pictures of you to remind you of your accident.” Zoe replied, "Please no mom, I don't want anyone to see me like this." Mira said, “ sweetie you’re 20 years old and still wetting yourself, we need to hold you accountable.” Zoe's mom said, "Ok, Zoe. But I'm taking these pictures to embarrass you to make sure you don't pee yourself in public again.” Zoe said, "NO MOM!!But it was too late the pictures had been posted to her mom’s Facebook with the caption “ Zoe couldn’t hold it and wet herself again. This is the second time since she turned 20.” Zoe was so embarrassed that she looked up and started crying again. Mira and Amanda helped her up and brought her over to the women’s clothing section. Zoe began looking through the racks of clothes, trying not to look at her own wet thighs. Zoe came across a pair of jeans that fit perfectly and she asked Mira, "These should be good right?" Mira responded “ Anything’s better then the clothes you wet yourself in”. Zoe put them on and her mom took a picture. Then Zoe proceeded to the checkout. She was trying to act normal, but her face was bright red and her mom could see that she was extremely uncomfortable. As they got into the car Zoe let her mom know she had to peed again. Zoe said, "Mom I don't think I can make it home without wetting myself again. I'm scared!" Zoe's mom said, " I can't believe that you can't hold it." Zoe said, "Mom I'm really sorry, it just happens sometimes." Zoe's mom said, " Ok, Zoe. We'll stop at a restaurant along the way." Zoe said, "That sounds great, mom" Zoe's mom drove them to a nice Italian restaurant with outdoor seating. It was a beautiful summer day and there weren't many other people inside. Zoe and her mom shared a bottle of wine while they ate their dinners. After dinner Zoe wanted to get back home because she had to pee again. Her mom said, "Take your time, sweetie." Zoe said, "Thanks mom." Zoe started waking towards the bathroom when it happened . Her bladder released and her brand new jeans became soaked in her pee. She ran back to her mothers table as quickly as possible. She sat down next to the table and noticed that the waiter was watching her. He smiled as he walked away from her. Zoe felt very self-conscious. The waiter eventually returned to talk to her mom. Zoe could feel her mom's eyes on her as she talked to the waiter. When the waiter left Zoe's mom called Zoe over and said, "I guess we should head home now since you wet yourself again." Zoe said, "I guess so :( ," and stood up. Zoe's mom grabbed Zoe's arm and said, "Zoe sweetheart, I really need to talk to you." Zoe said, "Ok, mom." Zoe's mom said, "So I've been thinking about what Mira said, and I decided to take some more pictures of you in your wet clothes. It will be a big reminder to you not to pee yourself in public again." Zoe said, "MOM NO! Please don't take any more pictures of me!!!" Zoe's mom said, "Ok, Zoe. I promise I won't post them on Facebook again or anything like that, but I think it would be good for you to see the consequences of your actions.” Zoe nodded her head and said, "Okay, mom." Zoe's mom said, "Now let’s go home’s When they got home, Zoe went to her room to change into dry clothes. She heard her mom talking on the phone and laughing. Zoe peeked out through her door and saw her mom putting the pictures into a folder to send to her friend. Zoe said, " Mom? What are you doing?" Her mom replied, "Nothing sweetie. I'm just going to send these pictures to my friend who is having a rough time right now. I thought that maybe seeing your pictures will make her feel better.” Zoe was shocked. Her mom sent the pictures to her friend without even asking her permission! Zoe said, "Mom, you can't do that. That's so mean!" Her mom said, "Sweetie, you can't hold it in forever. Sometimes accidents happen. Now come here and sit down, I have something for you to help you remember this." Zoe came out of her room and sat down on the couch beside her mom. Her mom handed Zoe a small box and said, "Open it." Zoe opened the box and saw two pairs of brand new underwear. Her mom said, "Try these on and see if they fit." Zoe put them on and her mom snapped a picture. Her mom said, "See sweetie, I got you some new underwear to help you remember what happens when you wet yourself." Zoe was shocked and said, "Mom, how can you do this to me? You are humiliating me!!" Her mom said, "Baby, I'm not humiliating you. I'm making sure that you never forget this day. Your accident today has been very traumatic for me also. I'm trying to help you by helping me. I want you to remember what happens when you're careless with your bladder. Now go to bed and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day for us both." Zoe went to her room and lay down on her bed. She started to cry. She felt so ashamed of herself. She felt that she couldn't go anywhere without wetting herself. The next morningZoe awoke to a wet bed and her mother staring down at her. Zoe could not believe that her mom knew about her night accident and she was angry with herself. She pulled the sheets off of herself and looked at her mother with tears in her eyes and said, "Mom, I didn’t mean to wet myself!!” Her mother said “ it’s too late I’m taking pictures of you again.”Zoe said, "Please mom, I'll be more careful!" Her mother said, "Ok, Zoe. But I'm taking these pictures to embarrass you to make sure you don't pee yourself again.
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  43. *Sorry i don’t speak english. * Few months ago. I dreamed that I was pissing in a urinal. I woke up because I felt a warm sensation in my crotch and on the side. I completely pissed in my black boxers
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  44. Heres another new naked bedwetting from the weekend 😍 I wanted to see what it would feel like to lay on my back with my legs in the air and just piss myself naked and let it trickle down my butt! It felt incredible 🤭 I love peeing like that!
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