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  1. Biku's art

    After an overly long exam and an ample supply of coffee, by the time it was over, she had to run to unleash the consequences of her recklessness on the nearest toilet bowl. She didn't know if her grades would be spared this time, but she was at least glad her panties were.
    13 points
  2. This has totally happened to me before! One time, by boyfriend and I were tubing at a ski hill, and it was a year or two ago so I think either the bathrooms were closed due to the pandemic or I just really didn’t want to use them (I hate public bathrooms anyways so I actually liked when they were closed because it was just an excuse not to use them lol) I had been all bundled up in a snowsuit since early that morning since we had a long drive, and by the afternoon I was totally bursting. I knew I wasn’t going to make it the whole drive home, and I really didn’t want to leave early (especially because I was going to pee myself anyways) and I really didn’t want the situation to spoil our day of fun. So I decided I would just find a private-ish area and just let it go in my pants/snowsuit. I found my spot and walked over, and I remember squatting a little to try to not have it go down into my boots! I pretended to be looking down at something on the ground, relaxed, and all my pee flooded into my pants and down my legs, soaking the long underwear and jeans underneath. But the snowsuit protected anything from being visible from the outside. It was an amazing experience, and I didn’t mind being wet for the rest of the day in secret at all 😌 I peed again before we left for the drive home, and thought next time I’ll be wearing a diaper! Lol. So now if I’m ever going to be in a position like that again, I’ll wear a diaper to make it so I don’t have to be wet all day/can still go to a friends house and be able to take off my or snowsuit.
    7 points
  3. Just walked home from the pub, it's only about a 10 minute walk but I decided not to use the bathroom before I left despite feeling the urge to pee. I decided to let some of it out on the way home, quite a big leak and there was a very visible wet streak down the front of my grey jeans. When I got to my front door I decided to let out the entire flood completely soaking myself, and making a huge puddle of pee on the ground. It's been a very long time since I wet myself, it's not something I usually partake in but something just made me do it!
    6 points
  4. A POV video of a girl peeing standing in the toilet. Standing piss on toilet - ThisVid.com.mp4
    6 points
  5. Alisha pees in her jeans while she is masturbating in this sexy video. Needing to pee always makes Alisha horny. So, in this scene, when she needs to pee, she starts masturbating instead of going to the bathroom. When her need to pee grows to the point that holding it becomes difficult, she lets go, wetting her pants while she continues rubbing herself.
    6 points
  6. So I was enjoying some throwback jams and ignoring my bladder last night, but eventually my bladder refused to be ignored any longer so I sat on the toilet and wet my boxers. I don't think I've ever felt as much relief as I did after that pee. It was so much! My bladder ached for a while after. Here's a bit of fidgeting before I lost/let it go. Project_03-17_HD 720p_HIGH_FR60.mp4 And the wetting. Project_03-17_SD 360p_LOW_FR60.mp4
    4 points
  7. Here's some blue of mine. These boxers are some of my favorite for wetting.
    4 points
  8. Here you go! Made a post with the same video with pictures in omorashi wetting experiences, enjoy! 20230225_163812.mp4
    3 points
  9. Just a really quick story today. The other day I got distracted chatting about my fetish pretty much all day and figured I didn't have time to write any full stories as I only had a half hour left, but then I just sort of spontaneously thought of this really brief story, which is probably my shortest omorashi story yet, as I normally tend to write longer ones, which I thought of would make for a good short St. Patrick's Day story. Enjoy! Can also be viewed in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/11812.html The Leprechaun in the Ladies Room Line "I always thought that St. Patrick's Day was really fun because I'm Irish but I've never been much good at holding my liquor," Jill said as she realized her bladder was painfully full from all that drinking. However as she walked over to the ladies room line it was predictably gigantic and snaking through pretty much the entire bar. "And St. Patrick's Day of course is the biggest drinking day of the year so I probably should have planned for this." As Jill looked up and down the impossibly long ladies room line as she stood there crossing and uncrossing her legs and realizing that this line looked impossibly long and that she was in a major bind, that was when she saw something rather curious, towards the very front of the line she saw what looked like a leprechaun hopping up and down crossing her legs and looking like she was extremely uncomfortable. "Hey are you a leprechaun," Jill said as she went up to the woman in line. "No I'm a vampire, of course I'm a leprechaun!" she said as she hopped up and down looking extremely desperate. "My name is Laura and as you can see I need the bathroom very very badly." "I have to go to the bathroom very very badly as well," Jill said as she crossed her legs and hopped around in place. "I guess there is nothing that could persuade you to perhaps let me cut you in line for the bathroom?" "Are you crazy, I have been holding it for 45 minutes and I am ready to pee all over myself, this line is probably close to an hour long," Laura said as she continued to dance a little Irish jig in front of the bathroom door as she put her hands on her knees and looked like she was about to explode. Jill smiled. "Hey isn't it true that if you catch a leprechaun the leprechaun has to basically give you a wish?" "Well yeah, but it's not very easy to catch a leprechaun," Laura said as Jill grabbed her. "Seems pretty easy to me!" Jill said as she held Laura up by her suspenders. "Please can I just use the bathroom first," Laura said as she looked longingly at the bathroom door as Jill held her up there as she continued crossing and then uncrossing her legs. "I don't know, I think I could really use the bathroom more than you could," Jill said as she smiled at the leprechaun. "I could perhaps use my wish to switch places with you in the bathroom line." "You get a leprechaun wish and you were going to waste it on getting ahead of us in the bathroom line," the woman behind Laura said looking annoyed. Jill laughed. "You know that would actually be kind of a waste of a wish I suppose, I mean you have a wish from a leprechaun and you use it just so you can use the bathroom more quickly one time, that does seem like kind of a waste of a wish." Laura smiled. "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that!" she said as she was about to reach for the bathroom door. "Wait first you have to give me my wish," Jill said as she put her hand on the bathroom door. "Please just make it really quick," Laura said as she grabbed herself and gritted her teeth as she trembled and shook. Jill smiled an evil smile. "My leprechaun wish is that whenever I have to go to the bathroom I will never have to wait in line again and instead you will wait in line for me!" "What," Laura said looking like she was about to piss herself. "You heard my wish, you have to grant it," Jill said holding up Laura who began crying before snapping her fingers and all of the sudden Jill found herself instantly relieved as Laura was now at the back of the bathroom line. "This is the best St. Patrick's Day ever!" "This is the worst St. Patrick's Day ever," Laura shouted from the end of the line as she crossed her legs and realized that she had a lot of holding ahead of her because now that she didn't have to wait in line for the bathroom Jill was going to do a whole lot more drinking! I have to admit this is a really short one that I thought of after spending an entire night chatting about my fetish and didn't think I had time to write any stories that day, but then I thought of this really short one off the top of my head that I thought would make for a good St. Patrick's Day story. Originally when she caught the leprechaun I was just going to have her switch places with a leprechaun in the line that one time, but then I thought it would be better if she wished that the leprechaun always had to wait in line for her as that would be a pretty good use of a leprechaun wish! And strangely enough this isn't my first omorashi story with leprechauns in it (see Lucy the Cross Legged Leprechaun for the other one), and honestly I can't say for sure it would be my last! I guess it just shows that I can appreciate my own Irish heritage.
    3 points
  10. hello, sorry it's been a while! I have finished @Kay1997's request This request also features two new characters I made~ Also, I ended up straying a bit from the request, but hopefully it's still good. you'll likely be seeing more of these two in the future~ I also plan to make more new characters down the line too ---- Thanks for waiting, things have just been busy as of late. Hopefully the next request will come sooner!
    3 points
  11. New art! I’m planning on a collab of sorts with @BlueOmo He’ll be recreating this piece but in his own style. Be sure to stay tuned for that 👀 Here’s a 2 parter of Makima from Chainsaw Man! (I’ve never seen the anime, nor read the Manga) I’ve had this on my mind for a while, but I’m interested in working alongside a fiction writer. They write the story, and I provide the art to go alongside it. I’m not sure if there’s anyone interested in this kind of proposal but just incase, maybe hit me up in DMs if it sounds cool. There’s a lot of complexities and moving parts to this sorta thing, I also need to actually have interest in said story, but I’m willing to work it out.
    3 points
  12. So this A.I. stuff is getting kinda crazy kinda fast... I didn't actually intend to try this, but since it literally took less than 20 minutes to learn and generate with the free trial, well... Inspired by bestrapperalive's recent thread/experiment here --> You can find the A.I. software/site used for the audio here --> https://beta.elevenlabs.io I thought I'd try something, and mention what I've learned and what could be potentially doable in the future. I wanted to try something from the "Fiction" board that was 1st person by default, that would probably work better with a lone A.I. female voice, but the 1st person stuff (especially fear wetting) wasn't gonna work with the free trial constraints. (limited to 10,000 characters, it runs out fast) So I went with a segment of normal 3rd person narrative story from one of DsGSilver's works "The Warband". All credit to him for the writing. The only changes made are the abridgments, skipping the intro/beginning stuff, a sentence or two of auxiliary descriptions, and when I ran out of characters I had to awkwardly end it with one custom sentence. The abruptness at the end is kinda amusing. While that took literally less than 20 minutes to do, I got the idea in my head to add some Skyrim sound effects and music to spice things up, and got a little carried away. That took more than 20 minutes... :`-( "The Warband" test audio (m4a) file here --> (HEADPHONES PROBABLY RECOMMENDED) Warband Speech Segment + SFX.m4a Text to Speech eat your heart out... Also, the full Warband Story can be found here --> So here's what it took, and here's what could be potentially done with the tech as it is... You're only allowed 2,500 characters for each individual recording/generation, so anything more than that has to be broken up. You can pick from a selection of male and female voices (I think this one was "Rachel") and some options, none of which are speed sadly. (would have liked to slow it down a little) Even if you have a paid account it's currently only 2,500 character segments per "generation". There's also custom voice and clone voice options but I didn't use any of those. You'll have to reattach the segments in post, which reveals the weird way it handles momentum and volume. Each segment starts loud and strong, and fades to be quieter and weaker. I had to do a lot of audio adjustments to even it all out. It's kind of stunning how fast the actual A.I. rendering was. It took less than 20 minutes to pick a voice, paste in the text segments, "generate" and download them. (5 segments total) Even with the 1 minute I spent signing up, the actual work involved was less than 20 minutes. (or at least it was until I started with the sound effects...) And that was with no prior experience with any A.I. speech, it's pretty foolproof. There are however some caveats that are less pleasant. I only did the free trial which is 10,000 characters a month, anything beyond that you have to pay for, but either way nothing you do is really anonymous like with "Novel A.I." image generation. (which is the only other A.I. I have any experience with) Unlike Novel A.I., which doesn't store any of your images or prompts, "Elevenlabs" seems to keep everything, and some of it might be semi-public. (they have a long explanation in their FAQ about how they can do whatever they want with whatever you do on the site) So I doubt I'll get a subscription, and I'd advise not using your "real" e-mail even if you just sign up for the trial. (no card info required) Regardless of the murky anti-privacy issues that make using this particular A.I./site for niche Omo porn unlikely, the potential for any other similar A.I.'s/sites is already there, even if they do nothing more than Elevenlabs. One way to improve would be to generate something written in 1st person, a story like that would work far better with a lone female voice. But more interesting would be to use a 3rd person classic narrative story, with separate voices for each character. You'd just have to feed each voice their own lines separately and cut them back together, along with an extra voice for the narrator/3rd person text. (I'm sure in the future you'll be able to select different voices and assign them to different lines, but that's not in this version of elevenlabs yet) If you wanted to get really spicy you could add sound effects, (especially pee/wetting sounds) additional atmosphere and music etc. (I used Skyrim stuff for this one) You could go full classic radio drama if you wanted. Yikes, who has the time... But it is something to think about. I encourage others to try. I'm particularly curious if anyone knows of other such A.I. speech sites that are more Novel A.I. in their user privacy and less "we own you" like Elevenlabs.
    3 points
  13. Audio version (Of abridged segment)
    3 points
  14. Today I genuinely accidentally soaked myself. Standing up after a long car ride took me by surprise. It was embarrassing, but it felt SO amazing. Anyone here with a genuine, full accident story?
    3 points
  15. And one more, this time I tried to use Daz instead of Blender.
    3 points
  16. I love how omo is above gender/orientation stereotypes, and you enjoyed participating in such an activity with a gay dude being a straight dude yourself :3
    3 points
  17. Hi all, this is my first post. I wanted to tell a true story of something I did a couple of years ago. I hope you like it. I sometimes work out of town, and that's usually my chance to get a bit more elaborate with my play. This time I had bought a whole bunch of babyish kind of stuff on the way there, because I drove and I could stop at a bunch of different stores on the way in towns where no one knows me. (Side note, I like breaking up my purchases, like buying adult diapers is one thing, but I don't like buying, say, a pacifier at the same time--different store, doesn't look as weird). So I had a couple pairs of overalls (which I love), cute hair clips, pacifiers, baby powder, of course diapers (just Walmart brand), and some cute pink PJs. I've always wanted to try wetting a diaper in public, but I never had the courage to do it. This time I was in a hotel in a town where no one knew me, so it was a little less scary. My hotel was a couple blocks away from a mall, and the path there was well lit enough that I wasn't too nervous about using it at night, but dark enough that I would have a bit of privacy. My plan was to drink a lot of water, then walk to the mall because I had to use the ATM anyway, then walk back, and somewhere along there wet my diaper. I started out getting dressed, diaper of course, with lots of baby powder, overalls, pink tshirt, and my hair in two braids. I like putting my hair in pigtails when I'm playing just cause it makes me feel so little, but I thought the braids would be a little less overtly cute for being in public, but just cute enough. I ended up putting on a sweater over my overalls too. I walked to the mall, and let me just say that walking around in a diaper is sooo fun! No one knows, but you can feel the padding every time you take a step. I went into the mall and found the ATM. While I was getting my money, I slowly let a bit out into my diaper. I was sooo nervous I was shaking! But it felt sooo good, nice and warm. Then all of a sudden I felt a little spurt going down my leg! So I quickly stopped, finished up, and got out of there. Luckily it was only a little bit, and no one except me knew that my diaper was wet and my overalls were a bit damp. Anyone else watching would have seen a 23 year old woman using an ATM, but inside I felt like a wittle toddler in my wet diaper and overalls. On the way back there was a little park or sitting area or something, so I stopped there and pretended to be looking at my phone. In reality my whole body was shaking, and I couldn't concentrate on anything else! I started peeing in my diaper. I had to go pretty bad, but I had let off a bit of pressure in the mall already, but it was still a lot. I could feel the diaper getting so warm and heavy and I was scared to move. Then I started to feel another urge, and I wasn't really planning on this, but I realized I also had to go #2! By this time I was so excited, my judgement was probably impaired a bit, and I just started pushing! I didn't have to push too hard before I totally started pooping in my diaper! I could feel the straps on my overalls pushing down on my shoulders as the diaper filled up. So now I'm standing there in a park with a totally soaked, messy diaper, feeling like a toddler, and I still have a five minute walk back to the hotel, through the lobby, and to my room. I just stood there kind of in shock for a few minutes. What I really wanted at that point was for someone to come along, pick me up, put me in a car seat, drive me home, change me into a clean diaper and pjs, feed me a bottle, and put me in my crib in the nursery. Unfortunately that was all just a fantasy, and no one came 😞 It's hard to describe the walk back to the hotel. It was like I was drunk or high, totally scared, totally excited, trying not to waddle (spoiler alert, I didn't succeed), hoping I wasn't leaking too bad (spoiler alert, I was), hoping I wouldn't pass anyone on the sidewalk too closely. I don't actually remember much, just the feeling of my overalls pushing down on my shoulders, and my totally soaked, messy diaper between my legs. I was so aroused I probably would have came right there if I wasn't so scared. I do remember passing by a couple of road construction workers or something, and I remember them eyeing me up a bit, and me thinking "buddy, you have no idea what you're looking at as I walk by you in my soaked messy diaper" I got back to my hotel room (I don't know how). I checked my overalls when I got in, and there was definitely a wet spot around my crotch. Telltale diaper leak marks, but not running down my leg yet. Probably not noticeable in the dark, but anyone in the hotel lobby would have been able to see if they looked. I have no idea if there was anyone there, I was too scared. I was barely in the room before I grabbed my pacifier, and then started wetting myself again. This time the diaper couldn't hold any more and I was basically just peeing my pants at that point. I ended touching myself through my wet clothes and diaper and had the biggest orgasm I have ever had in my life. Then I took a long shower :)
    2 points
  18. Earlier this week i met up with a good friend from here and we decided to have.. some fun! It started out finding a public park in between both of us, He lives near London and I live in Nottingham. We agreed on a spot in Northampton and i fount a great public park! I was getting excited just from the thought! We met later that night, and arrived at the park. It was dark then, around 7-8pm. The park had little lighting but enough on the paths that we could have been spotted. I wore blue jeans and he wore black jeans. We had a good walk around the park talking when i thought it was time to get to business! I went under a street light in the park, and decided to let a little out. I was pretty desperate at this point as i had been driving for an hour and a half or so. I let loose and you could see immediately the wetness starting to show on my blue jeans. It felt amazing! It was then his turn which he also made a nice wet patch on his black jeans. After we walked for a bit more,when i became a little more daring. I decided to do a hugee leak walking down the main street with lots of lighting! (For some reason when i'm with someone whos also doing a wetting or is into it, I get more daring lol) I started walking and opened the flood gates, it came pouring out and my jeans turned dark almost instantly. It was very noticeable. A few cars drove by before i darted back into the park. The thrill was AMAZING. I felt a little bit more left in the tank and at this point i was really turned on and hard. I'm a straight male but get turned on by anything wetting, the member who i was with is gay. I know he would of liked to have seen the bulge so i showed him and i think its safe to say he liked it lol. I let out my last little bit in my jeans and showed him my boxers after. I was wearing grey boxers and they was drenched. After we had both finished, we walked around for a little while before we set off back home! It was such a good experience and something i'd love to do more with others! Hope you guys enjoyed my little story, i didnt manage to get any pics but if it happens again i will definitely take some! 😉
    2 points
  19. https://xhofficial.com/users/marieleggings
    2 points
  20. 44767b5419dd49a32a36fa1b0195e61f.mp4 52bb43e8c392dee4919e7f934c2715da.mp4 653f3d687510bb58a701c5d70f847d63.mp4
    2 points
  21. I definitely don’t even think about it until I’m desperate. If I’m going somewhere without a bathroom, sure, I’ll go beforehand, but that rarely even helps. My brain 100% prioritized being hydrated and I’d rather need to pee than have a pounding dehydration headache (which I get so easily) The situation always creeps up on me. Of course, I kind of like it so maybe I’m not the best/most unbiased source 😉 In the summer, I’m screwed and I end up dancing and holding it as long as possible before hopefully I find a bathroom. In the winter, a snowsuit or a pair of snowpants hides the accident so I just pee away!
    2 points
  22. The stand up moments are what I’ve found to be the best ways to catch myself by surprise. Sometimes it takes me standing up to realize how full my bladder is, and it’s a perfect storm in the car when you stand up into the cold weather from a warm car. Plus, I’m already outside, so there’s no reason to not go in my pants other than the embarrassment of course. If I’m ever squirming from desperation while already sitting in the car, I know it’s going to come out as soon as I stand up into the cold. I have a veeery touchy bladder and there’s no point fighting it, and ohhh myy godd letting it all go never feels so good lol
    2 points
  23. Shara and Ger, but I'm not sure of the date. Early 90s, I think.
    2 points
  24. I would have to go with option 2. I would love to see you slowly lose control at an upskirt angle
    2 points
  25. Pee in bed while photoshooting View File When i need to pee while making photo.. Enjoy it Submitter LEILAWET1 Submitted 03/17/2023 Category Female  
    2 points
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  29. Here's the back half of Chapter 1. Not 100% sure where it's going from here, but I've got some ideas. I do know I'm going to include a male character as well, but I haven't really decided where or how yet. Anyway, as always please provide feedback. I fully welcome it. I'd like to maybe be good at this some day. 🫣 And now the conclusion (of Chapter 1) -------------------------------------- The sound of her own voice was startling, causing a moment of confusion. Morning sunlight was filtering through the window, filling her bedroom with a soft orange glow. A dream, Mimi thought as she shifted uncomfortably in her bed, her bladder aching fiercely. The pee was real enough, though. She could feel the damp cotton of her boy-short panties clinging to her body just as they had in the dream. Tossing her big, fluffy blanket off revealed a sizeable wet spot around her crotch. Even the blanket had a little spot, as well as the sheet under her bum. Cradling her swollen bladder with one hand, Mimi cupped her other hand over the wet patch on her undies, her fingers pushing the damp fabric in-between her lips and directly against her peehole. As Mimi lay holding herself, her bladder pulsing with an urgent need to be emptied, she thought about her dream. The way Kat had whispered in her ear, urging Mimi to wet herself. It had been so erotic. Forceful, but not demanding. A new warmth was growing in-between Mimis legs. Her fingers began softly massaging her wet panties against her clit. A wave of pressure was building in her abdomen. It felt like a vice tightening, squeezing Mimis overfilled bladder, threatening to force every drop of pee from her body at any second, and yet she could not stop rubbing herself. The vice was closing faster, squeezing even harder, and Mimi knew she wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer. Not yet, not yet. Mimi pictured Kats face, those soft lips brushing against her neck. A shiver ran down her body, tightening the vice further still, pushing Mimi past her limit. "Oh fuck!" Her body reflexively stiffened, and both hands were now firmly clamped down between her legs pressing tightly against the small opening of her urethra. "Fuck, fuck!" Mimis muscles were weakening, leaving only her fingers to defend against the oncoming flood. Quickly, and while still firmly holding herself, Mimi got out of bed. She hobbled awkwardly across her bedroom to the attached bathroom, small spurts of pee escaping with every step. Her hands were wet now, and little rivulets of pee were starting to run down her legs. Mimi crossed the threshold to the bathroom just as the dam finally burst. Now peeing forcefully through her underware into her hands, Mimi fell onto the toilet seat. She sighed loudly as the pent up urine rushed from her body, splashing noisily into the water below. She continued to pee forcefully for another 45 seconds, after which her stream began slowing to a trickle before finally stopping completely almost 2 minutes after she had first started wetting. It was another minute or so before Mimi was able to regain her composure. She savored the feeling of relief while examining her panties, watching the last golden drops of pee fall into the bowl. At last Mimi stood, pulled off her wet shorts, and tossed them to the side to be washed later. She threw a towel down on the puddle she had made before landing on the toilet, then started the shower, adjusted the temperature, and eased herself into the steaming hot water. As her muscles began to relax, Mimi watched one final trickle of pee leave her body. The pale yellow liquid danced down between her legs to the shower floor before flowing away down the drain. She finished washing up, hopped out of the shower, and with her hair in a towel she went to her closet to decide what outfit she would wear for this uniquely special day.
    2 points
  30. Chapter 9: Somehow in his short time here, Warner had seen all the girls go through some pissing mishaps. This also included one of them seeing him piss into a bottle. Not what most would expect their college experience to start off with, but maybe once they all got settled into their living situations, it wouldn’t be a problem for long. As he hung out alone in his room, as was usual, simply browsing the web on his laptop. A knock on the door got his attention. “Come in.” He said, turning to see Lorene opening the door. “You busy?” She asked with a laptop in her arms. “I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie together?” “Sure.” He wasn’t doing anything interesting anyway and having an excuse to hang out with Lorene was always nice for him. Warner stood up, but she stopped him from going further. “Not in the main space.” She pointed to her laptop. “I was thinking we could just hang out here together and watch something on Netflix.” Watching something alone with her? He got nervous just thinking about it. “Like, on your bed? So it’s comfortable, you know.” “Yeah.” He went along with it simply. As much anxiety as it caused him, Warner had to calm himself so as not to make a mistake and look like a creep to her. All they were, were a couple of friends hanging out and watching a movie together. That was it. He neatly tucked his bed so that she could lay down on it, then laid besides her as she looked through a couple movies to put on. Warner couldn’t help but stare at this attractive girl besides him. While she didn’t have any standout points with her long brunette hair and slender body. It was not to call her anything but pretty. “I think I’ll do this one.” She said, choosing some random comedy. “I mean, it’s just something to put on, but we can talk, right?” He nodded his head in agreement. It wasn’t a film he was interested in, so he needed something to keep his mind steady with them tightly pressed due to his small college bed. “So is there anything you wanted to talk about?” She was the one who came into his room, so there must be something she wanted out of him. “Actually, I was in Courtney's room earlier today.” She began. “When I was in there, I noticed that your jacket was there too.” His heart raced upon her getting straight to the point. Hopefully she wouldn’t take it the wrong way. “I asked about it and she told me you were kind enough to lend to her when it was raining so she wouldn’t get wet.” “Oh yeah, that’s right.” Ironic that Courtney’s story was the complete opposite compared to the truth. The jacket was after she was already plenty wet as it was. Which was also the reason why he didn’t have it back yet as she promised to have it washed first before returning it as a means of thanks. “I’m glad the two of you are closer now.” It was no secret that Courtney was a hater of his when it came to living here. However after seeing him choose to protect her dignity and reputation. She realized he could be trusted. “But I hope you don’t forget who was nice to you first.” She gave him a cute smile, inching closer to him. “I do appreciate it a lot.” He responded. “It helped me get some confidence, knowing that not all of you were going to give me a hard time.” “Yeah.” She spoke quietly, putting her hand on his arm. “Anyway, could you move? I’m just going to take a quick bathroom break before this movie really gets going.” He obviously had no reason to stop her, so he moved aside and she left the room, still leaving the laptop running. He didn’t have to wait long for her to return, she was only gone for about a minute before returning. Warner scooted over on the bed to allow her on where he originally was as they resumed the movie. The pair began to pay more attention to what was going on the screen, but did continue some small talk. He could even say he was more comfortable with the arrangement as time went on, but eventually she switched the subject to one more intimate. “You know, I hope I don’t make things awkward between us.” She said, wanting to speak what was really on her mind. “I don’t know if you’re good with hints, but I think you’re kind of cute.” “Oh, um, thanks.” At least he didn’t have to concern himself on wondering if he was the one taking things too far. “I mean, I think you’re really pretty too.” He then fumbled a bit upon realizing that he should give her affirmation after her being kind enough to compliment him. “But, you know with everything it’s not like it’s easy to just go around dating.” She shuffled a bit, which he chalked up to nerves. “And I’m not looking for a relationship anyway. The last guy I was with cheated on me, so I don’t think I’m ready for anything serious right now.” “I’m sorry that happened to you.” He had no clue who would do that to someone like her. “But then, what are you looking for?” “For now, I think something casual.” She snuggled up to his body. Warner felt Lorene’s warmth spread over him. “And open, since I’m sure you’ve been talking to a lot of girls lately.” He certainly had, though Warner would disagree that any of those conversations were romantic. “We just started college, so it’s way too early to get committed right away.” “I can live with that.” When he first started, he didn’t even consider dating a girl to be a possibility. It certainly was not planned by Warner to go for anyone in particular. “Hmm, you’re a pretty reserved guy.” Lorene realized she needed to be the one to make the first move. So she moved closer to him, planting a quick peck on his cheek. They turned red from the embarrassment. “I hope you don’t think I’m lame, but I’ve never actually kissed a girl before.” He admitted. “In the hopes to not sound too bold, maybe you could teach me a thing or two?” “The way you say it makes it sound like you know what you’re doing.” She took his line as his attempt to bring them in for an intimate session. Which on one hand, she looked forward to. On the other she had another pressing concern she had done well to conceal from him thus far. This being her pending need to pee. While he had assumed she had gone during her short break, the truth was that the bathroom was occupied with another girl already in line during her short wait. The reason why Lorene didn’t want to simply wait her turn was feeling self-conscious he might assume her to be using the bathroom for a reason other than peeing. Upon returning she didn’t want to get up and leave too soon, as it would be strange to him after thinking she already peed earlier. So Lorene had put herself in a bad awkward situation for no other reason other than wanting to avoid any awkwardness. She crossed her legs subtly with her bladder now fuller than before as she mulled over the decision. As much as she needed to pee, this was also the perfect mood with him. If she left now, then there would be no way to recapture this moment and anything intimate would have to wait for another day. Author's Note: Obviously the tags already warned it, but I will mention the next chapter will have light sexual scenes.
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  32. Give me 2 minutes, I got you. She even uses some random coat on a chair to wipe. Lucky coat. Project_03-14(1)_SD 360p_LOW_FR60.mp4
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  33. „Master, i need to pee so very, very bad and so urgently. May i go please, it doesn’t matter how could it is and it doesn’t matter that it is dark outside, i just want to piss.“ begged the girl. “I know that you are needing to pee very bad and i really love that and therefore you will wait until sunrise. You are a big girl you will be able to do that!“ answered the guy. Amanda did not know until now how much it can hurt not to pee for so long, she did not know how painful it gets to force the bladder to expand to a unnatural size, to overstretch it until it gets big as a pumpkin. She did use all her willpower to endure the pain and she did use all her bodily power to hold the large amount of hot urine in her slim girl body. She was fighting very hard against her bodily needs. but she was at her limit, she did not have a pee since 37 hours and she could feel that a few drops were coming out of her. „If you want to make me hold it longer, than you have to plug me up, it is already coming out.“ said Amanda. “ I don’t cork you up, but i help you hold it.” said the man, pushed one finger in the girls slit and pressed hard against her little peehole. He was so horny, he wanted to fuck her so bad, but he did know that this would be impossible, she could no more endure to get fucked that full, she would wet the bed with more than 1.5 liter pee. They were laying on their side, his body pressed on the girls body, his right hand over her hips, his finger in her slit, on her peehole and his hard dick between the girls ass cheeks. He was so horny since so long that he had to be careful not to cum just from rubbing his penis on her ass and between her thighs. It was becoming light outside. He was horny as hell, but he could not fuck her, Amanda was no more able to give her thighs apart without to piss. Her bladder was bulging from hipbone to hipbone and up to her navel. It was hard and big as a melon. He always wanted to fuck a girl full like she was, but now he could not do it. Maybe it was the punishment for to make her hold it for to long and to torture her to much. Amanda was hardly getting out of the bed, she was bending over and had one finger on her peehole. She walked with nearly crossed legs and hard rubbing knees. Suddenly she stopped a few drops of wee were running down on her naked thighs. She crossed her legs so tight that she was shaking with all her body. Some seconds later she did try to walk further. With knotted legs she opened the door and just one step after she was outside she started to piss like a mare. She had no more the time to squat it was bursting out of her, down on the ground and at her naked thighs and legs. The girl pissed herself totally. Touring pissing she squatted and it was jetting out between her wonderful thighs in a wide arch. The guy never before saw someone piss so powerful and so long. After that great show he did take her back in their bed , her cunt and her sexy legs were still wet with her pee, then he fucked her like crazy. Not even one hour later a second time. He though to himself „ That girl is not only a „holding talent „ she is a „ fucking talent „ too and he thought „ next time i don’t let her piss, no matter how full she is and no matter how much she is needing it, i fuck her on her bursting full bladder, no matter if she will overflow our bed touring fucking,
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  34. “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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  35. The guy did enjoy to lie beside the girl and to watch her young beauty body in the light of the fire. He did like to knead her firm breasts, to caress her thighs and to lick her smooth skin all over her body. He did lie his thigh over her swollen abdomen and pressed light on her bulging bladder until the poor girl was moaning from needing to pee so very, very bad. He did like to torture her that way and to increase her already nearly unbearable urge and need to pee even more. Amanda was getting more and more to her limit, but she was still not begging for permission to pee. It was so different for the dominant guy, until now he denied girls permission to pee when they were begging to go to the toilet. It is easy to say „no ! hold it!, or you are not allowed, or you have to wait until…“ But Amanda was suffering in silence, she did not ask for permission. He could see the contours of her big bladder visible pregnant bulging out between her hipbones and over the waistband up to her navel. He pulled her panties slowly down over her thighs and over her knees. It was absolutely arousing for him to see her bare slit between her thighs and to know that so much hot pee wanted to come out of this young pussy. It was 10 pm, he said that they have to get up early next morning and that it would be time to go to sleep. Amanda was waiting and hoping that she would be allowed to piss before sleeping after holding it for so long and the guy was waiting that Amanda would ask for permission. No one of both did talk about pee and about to go to the toilet. They went to bed totally naked and covered them with a thick duvet. He could not believe that the girl will go to sleep without to pee. It was unbelievable and arousing for him to lie with a young, naked girl in bed who did not pee since 31 hours. The did lie side by side, he pressed his body tight against the slim body of the young girl and had one hand on the lower abdomen of the girl. He could feel the roundness and firmness of her so much overfilled bladder. Amanda was afraid that he would press on it and said silently „ please don’t push on it, i am holding so much inside me, i would overflow all our bed with my urine.“ The guy could not resist, he pressed very softly on this ball full of hot girl wee. He wanted to feel the hardness and he wanted to hear her moaning. It was difficult for both to find a sleep. The girl could not sleep from needing to pee so bad and the guy could not sleep from horniness. After a while they slept nevertheless. At about 2 am the girl could not bear up anymore she waked up the man and said “ sorry, i can’t bear it anymore, i can’t endure it any longer. May i piss please!” ” You can piss in the morning, but not now in the middle of the night. You are a big girl you can suppress your urge and you can hold it back for so long. Girls should always be able to hold their pee no matter how bad they would need to go!” answered the guy.
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  36. 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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  37. The guy was turned on very much, he wanted to fuck her really bad, but he did not, he did let her go to sleep. He looked at the jug with the girls wee which was still standing on his desk. He was aroused from the imagination that the girl was holding all that inside her and he did try to imagine how big the girls bladder must have been and how strong her urge to let all that out. He did smell at the warm, dark yellow liquid what the girl was holding inside her for so long before he poured it in the toilet. Amanda worked the next days on the field. The bailiff let her work hard for purpose to animate her to do next week her best holding performance for the hope to get for the future a easier work. On the special day Amanda was ordered to the guy’s office at 8 am. He asked her if she has obeyed his rules and she told him that she did not pee since yesterday 3 pm. She said that she is needing to go since yesterday before she went to sleep and that her urge is already very strong, much stronger than usually in the morning, because she went to bed yesterday with her bladder already full from 7 hours, but she think that he would like that. ” Oh yes, i like girls who can control their body and their bodily needs, especially their bladder. I think that girls should get trained to piss just every second day, it’s not really necessary for a girl to empty her bladder every day.” said the man. ”It is very, very hard for me not to pee one entire day, but i think that we girls would all wet our panties if we would not be allowed to go for so long.” said the girl worried about that idea. ”You will get today the chance to show me how long a girl can last without to pee, you can show me how long you are able to hold your bladder full and your panties dry “ answered and smiled dirty. He told her that it will last about 3 hours to get to the cabin and that she should take a warm vest for the walk because it will get pretty cold at the mountains. They started at 9 am and stopped at the halftime for something to eat and to drink. It was getting cool and the girl took her vest out of her rucksack, but her legs did stay bare from her shoes until up to her panties. She was sitting at a stump of a tree, the man a little below her. He could see her naked thighs up to her panties. He was getting so horny that it was hard for him not to fuck her at the moment. It was not to understand for him, on one hand he did like her and he was so attracted from her sexy body, on the other hand he wanted torture her and her awesome body. Just a little later she stopped walking, crossed her legs, was bending over and said “sorry but i need to pee so bad, every single step hurts me.” The guy loved to see and to hear that. “You are a strong girl, squeeze your slit tight and don’t get weak.” he said. The chilly air on the bare skin of her legs and the cold wind what was blowing up at her nude thighs, was sure not the best for her strong urge. Not even 10 minutes later she stopped again, pressed her hands between her thighs and crossed her legs. ”I am very sorry, i don’t know why, but i need to piss so bad, i can’t bear up any longer. Let me squat here and let me piss just for a few seconds, then i try to hold it until tomorrow morning.”was the girl begging. ”What is wrong with you? Last week you wanted to go to sleep with your bladder full from 24 hours and now you are not even able to hold it for 21 hours. I told you that you get a second chance, but i don’t give you a third chance. You will not piss even one single drop, squeeze your dirty cunt shut and hold it.” blustered the guy. ”Sorry, i don’t know why it is so bad, maybe because i am so cold. I will hold it no matter what!!” said Amanda with a silent voice. ” Not even a half an hour until the cabin and then we make a fire to warm you up.” answered the man. He was not a real sadist, he could never hurt her, he wanted just to make her hold and to torture her poor girl bladder!! She walked with one hand pressed hard between her thighs. The fabric of her clothes was pushed together and her thighs was getting more naked and more cold that way. She had goose pimples from being cold and from needing to piss so unbelievable bad and urgently.
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    A woman is desperate to pee, takes off her panties and pees standing. She releases a powerful stream. A little nudity. Downloaded from PH.
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  39. Here is a short story I wrote going off of my idea of the alternate universe where men sit, and women stand to pee. I am going to make a few short stories using this idea as was a request by another user. Hope you all enjoy! 🙂 There is sexual activity in this story, so this is your warning not to read if you don't want to hear about that stuff! Danielle and Arthur drove in silence. Neither one dared to speak. They might be in a car with the windows rolled up, but they still feared being heard. The radio was not even on. The one and only sound was the hum of the engine. At long last, Danielle brought the car to a casual stop besides the park. “Well,” Danielle dared speak. “We’re here,” she turned to her boyfriend. “You ready?” Arthur didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say. Worst of all, Arthur feared saying something wrong. While Authur loved his girlfriend and would do anything for her - hence why he was here - he strongly wished they would just turn around and go home. “I know you are scared,” Danielle cooed. “I am nervous myself. But that is what makes this fun!” Danielle wiggled her hips as though she was twerking. Danielle was dancing in her seat for another reason besides excitement. Danielle seriously wished she had been smart enough to use the restroom before coming to the park. She at least wished she hadn’t drank all of those iced teas. Danielle was half tempted to ask Authur to visit a fast food place or maybe a gas station so she could pee. But alas, Danielle knew that if she and Authur were to leave, her significant other may never return with her. Arthur didn’t want to be here, and Danielle knew this. But she also knew that Authur would have a good time as long as he gave this activity a fair chance. That is how Authur is. He says he will hate something, but once he tries it he loves it. The first time he watched a horror movie, he guaranteed he would hate it. That is now his new favorite genre. Arthur said he would hate the taste of fish. That is one of his favorite foods. Arthur promised Danielle that he would despise using anal beads in the bedroom. That is his new favorite sex toy. Danielle knew Arthur would love this. Danielle knew that she would love this! They just had to give it a try. But with all of that ice tea bouncing around between her bladder walls, Danielle’s mind was too fixated on the bathroom to focus much on the task at hand. Danielle’s fingers drumbled the wheel, her leg bouncing, she looked side to side. “Looks like I'm not the only one who’s nervous,” Arthur laughed. “What?” Danielle realized Authur was making a reference to all of his girlfriend’s fidgety movements. “Oh, oh yeah, I’m nervous,” Danielle said. That was true, she was. But she was also excited. Moreover, she needed the restroom. But Authur didn’t need to know that last part. He would insist on leaving and who knows when/if they would try this again. Danielle would be okay. She just had to stop thinking about the bathroom. And given what she and Authur would be doing, that would be easy… Hopefully! Danielle took one last look around. When she was satisfied, she told her boyfriend, “Okay, the coast is clear. Let’s go!” Danielle and Authur unfashioned their seat belts and opened their car doors. The couple raced across the pavement and their shoes met the grass of the park. They ran past the swing set and made their way to the benches. Beyond the benches there was a small group of oak trees. Danielle and Authur ducked behind them. “What if someone sees?” Authur asked in a hushed whisper. Rather than responding to her boyfriend’s distress, the horny twenty-eight-year-old threw her arms around her man and began aggressively making out with him. Arthur did not fight it. He made out with Danielle as well. As the couple made out, they both had their minds set on different things. Authur feared being caught while Danielle feared not finding a bathroom soon. Despite these feelings of consternation, Danielle and Authur could both feel themselves getting more and more aroused. They each sensed an erection coming on. Authur’s penis grew still and Danielle’s clitoris grew firm. In no time, the duo lay in the grass, hands all over each other, mouths pressed tight together, tongues licking the inside of their partner’s mouths. As they kissed, they undressed. Arthur pulled off his girlfriend’s top, while Danielle yanked down her boyfriend’s shorts. Authur undid his SO’s bra and Danielle took care of her lover’s boxers. Soon enough, Danielle and Authur lay in the soft, moist grass, the crisp night air on their faces, completely and utterly nude. “Ready?” Danielle asked. Before Authur could answer her question, Danielle felt a strong surge of urine attempting to make a break for it. Without thinking, Danielle’s hand flew downwards and wrapped itself around her slightly hairy vulva. Danielle’s hand tightened around her lady bits and she crushed her fingers down into her skin until the most powerful urge to micturate passed. “You okay?” Arthur took note of his girlfriend squirming all around their grassy bed. “I’m fine… Just kind of have to pee,” Danielle admitted. She instantly regretted telling Arthur this. Danielle prepared for Authur to suggest they leave. Arthur did make a suggestion, but it was one Danielle did not expect. Arthur’s eyes twinkled with excitement and his lips turned upwards. “Do you wish to relieve yourself?” Arthur asked in a sickly sweet voice. “Well, you may, my queen,” Arthur lay on his back, spreading out his arms and legs, his penis hanging limp, pressed against the right leg. Danielle blinked in surprise. She understood fully what Authur was proposing. “You… You want me to…” Arthur nodded. “Only if you want to, yes.” Danielle was taken aback. She had no clue that her boyfriend was into golden showers. Danielle has never tried to give one before. But hey, Arthur was willing to partake in her fantasy of having sex in a public park. The least Danielle could do was return the favor and partake in one of his fantasies! Grinning ear to ear, Danielle rose to her feet. Her bare feet tickled with blades of grass brushing up against them. Danielle stood over her boyfriend. She spread her legs wide apart, her buttocks stood out against the gentle summer breeze. Danielle placed a finger on either side of her vaginal lips. Danielle’s bladder exhalled, eager to be so close to relief. Danielle released her golden waters. The hot spring rained down on Authur, first showering across his chest. Then it moved upwards and splattered across his face. Arthur closed his eyes and smiled, taking in the warmth of his girlfriend’s lovely kidney juice. Danielle guided her stream down across Authur’s legs and then his arms. Danielle suddenly found herself grateful for all that ice tea she had drank. Turned out to be a good idea after all! Danielle ended up spraying Authur down for over four minutes. Danielle dedicated half of her lengthy stream to spraying down Authur’s penis. Danielle’s powerful jet of piss doused down her boyfriend’s member, making it swell more and more with each drop of golden fluid that landed upon it. Danielle hosed down his penis as well as his testicals. “Wow!” Arthur cried. “That was such a long pee!” “I really had to go,” Danielle laughed, laying down beside her man. Danielle ran her hands over his soaking wet chest. “That was sooo hot,” Authur moaned. “The pee or the act?” Danielle laughed. “Both,” wailed Authur. “I never knew you were into that stuff,” Danielle said. “I didn’t want you to think I was weird,” replied Authur. “We…” Danielle’s voice broke off. “I am in love with sex in public places! I am the queen of weird!” Arthur laughed. “I guess that’s true…” “We are all into weird stuff,” Danielle said. “And guess what else?” “What?” Danielle smirked and licked her lips. “I think weird is sexy!” “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah…” Danielle and Authur went back to making out. “Girls are so cool,” Arthur moaned. “You guys are able to pee standing up! I want that!” Danielle laughed. They went back to making out. While necking one another, Danielle grabbed Authur’s manhood and began running her hand up and down the shaft. She didn’t want Authur to lose his erection. While Danielle gave Authur a hand job, Arthur ran his fingers around Danielle’s areola. Danielle felt her nipples harden into stone. Authur used his forefinger and his thumb to lightly squeeze Danielle’s left nipple. Danielle let out a sharp moan of delight. Authur then turned his attention to Danielle’s lady bits. Arthur got down and began licking his girlfriend’s clit. Danielle continued to moan and let out small cries into the small wooded forest. As he gave Danielle oral sex, Authur lightly placed his fingers inside his girlfriend’s slippery vaginal canal and began thrusting. Danielle moaned even louder. Over time, Authur placed more fingers inside Danielle and he placed his whole lip around her clit and began sucking. Danielle felt ready to explode with excitement and gratification. Eventually, Arthur placed his erect, condom-covered penis inside his girlfriend and began moving in and out of her. Danielle moaned and groaned. Arthur grunted. “Bad girl, Danielle! Bad girl!” Arthur growled. Danielle moaned even louder upon hearing this dirty talk. At this point, Danielle and Authur were both so fulfilled with their act, that they had both completely forgotten where they were. They cared about nothing more than making each other cum. Unfortunately for them, an elderly couple of eight rounded the corner, out for a late night stroll. The park was empty at this time, but these two seniors made an appointment to visit every night for they both loved the scenery and the peaceful night time atmosphere. Danielle felt close to cuming. She could feel her ejaculatory fluid ready to squirt out in a given moment. Danielle moaned. Arthur grunted, telling Danielle what a naughty girl she was. Danielle closed her eyes, feeling herself so close to climax when her ear canal received an unexpected and unpleasant surprise. “Oh, Harold! What are they doing!” An elderly voice cried. Police lights flashed like spotlights at a concert. Danielle and Authur stood, dressed once more, regretful expressions on their faces. The elderly couple, Harold and his wife, Marie stood off to the side while a policeman asked for a report and took notes. “Not to sound like a cliche old man,” Harold was saying. “But back in my day, you didn’t do these kinds of shenanigans in a public park! What has happened to this generation!” Harold waved his cane in the air just like the cliche old man he was trying to avoid acting like. A policewoman approached Danielle and Authur. “Okay, you two,” she said. “Given the fact that this is your first offense and that no one was around when you… Began these acts… You are free to go. But in the future please remember this is a public park. Please do not attempt something like this again or there will be consequences. Understand?” Danielle and Authur rapidly bobbed their heads, relieved to be let off the hook. “You are letting these hooligans go!” Marie shouted. “Is that wise?” Harold questioned. The police tried to reassure the elderlies that everything was okay. Danielle and Authur took this opportunity to slip away and rushed back to their car. Once safely inside their vehicle, Danielle sighed and said, “You were right… This was a bad idea.” Arthur turned to fast Danielle as if she just told him she had toes where her fingers should be. “Are you nuts?” Arthur demanded. “I love this!” Danielle’s head snapped in his direction. “You… You did?” Arthur wagged his head up and down. “But… We got caught,” Danielle pointed out. “Well,” Arthur said. “I didn’t enjoy that part… But the rest of it… The excitement from getting caught, the golden shower, the handjob, all of it wonderful! I hope you enjoyed as well.” Danielle had. But after getting caught, her spirits had dropped. But now, after hearing Authur’s words, Danielle realized how pleasurable this experience had been for her as well. Just as Authur had said, the golden shower, the oral sex, the handjob, Danielle had loved it all as well. And it was no surprise to Danielle that her boyfriend liked this activity only after trying it. That was her Authur! “I would say we should do it again, but getting caught now would be pretty bad,” Arthur said. Danielle grinned. “Then we just can’t get caught again.” Arthur smirked and so did Danielle. “Now let’s go home,” Danielle said, staring the car. “You have an orgasm to give me! And now that I think about it, my bladder feels kinda full. In other words, I think there is another golden shower I need to give you.” Inside his boxers, Arthur’s limp penis instantly poked at the fabric of his shorts.
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  41. The lace underware is like an extra seal of quality. Really draws attention to the fulness of their bladders for some reason, love it.
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  42. It was a great experience for both of them. The girl did not know till now that her bladder can get so big and that she is able to overfill it to such a abnormal size, she did not know that the urge and the need to pee can get so very painful and she did not know that it hurts so much to hold the pee back for such a unnatural long time. On the other hand she did not know until then that sex can be so wonderful and so fantastic. It was painful for her to got tortured so bad, but it was arousing and horny at the same time. It was arousing for her as well that she got so absolutely dominated. She was needing to pee so bad, for so long, but she was not allowed to go, he did not even let her do her so urgently bodily needs, he did not let her relief herself, no matter how bad she was needing it. He tortured her very hard, but at a special way she did like it. For the guy was it a great experience as well. He was addicted to that girl. Addicted to her young body, to her structured stomach, to the shape of her legs, to her tight pussy and to her mega strong bladder. He loved the way she fucks and how she moves her fantastic body touring sex. Just to see that body wakes his desire to torture it, especially the piss balloon in her abdomen, he had the desire to make her hold her pee until she gets crazy from needing to piss. He wants to see her sexy legs knotted and her bladder swollen. He wants to press and push hard and deep in her belly to make her strong urge stronger and to hear her moan and groan from needing to pee so bad, he wants to torture her and her strong horny girl bladder. Her poor bladder was like a sex toy for him, it was not only made to collect her urine, in his eyes it was made to get overfilled and to get tortured. To push, to press, to poke and to massage her big, swollen bladder in her sexy belly was the most horny foreplay he could imagine. Amanda got a soft job at the farm. A part of her job was to let him her bladder torture and to let him fuck her, but she did love it. They were addicted to each other and to their special kind of sex. His orders were very clear, if he said “ no piss next morning„ then she did know that she would get fucked tomorrow, or if he wanted more from her and her bladder, then he said „ no pee before sleeping „ then she did know that she was not allowed to piss after 3 pm and that she had to go to sleep with her already full bladder. Amanda could endure to get fucked with her bladder full from 24 hours with no big problems. Sure it was hurt her sometimes, but meanwhile she did like that kind of pain and she did love to have sex with her bladder very, very full. The guy did let her piss sometimes in the measuring jug after sex and when she was really full, she was holding between 1.250ml and 1.350 ml in her bladder. They agreed both that she must have been holding nearly 1.500 ml at the cabin on the mountains and they agreed that they want to repeat that. Amanda would love that too, but was a little bit afraid about it, because that was hurting her so bad and it was so painful for her poor bladder, but on the other hand, to sleep with the guy all night long in one bed and to have a fantastic sex with him, must be reason enough to let her stupid bladder suffer. They had sex since some weeks and they were happy, but Reese was getting more and more jealous about it.
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  44. Hello, this is my first short story. My debut novel-length story is still in progress and is still being actively worked on. But I’ve had the time to work on a new short story, with a new perspective. I hope no one finds the character being a mother too off-putting, in fact, I’ve made this story as wholesome as possible. For anyone brave enough to stick around, you will be rewarded with some of my best writing to date. This story contains: Pooping, farting, sexual references, light messing, bathroom-control, minimal pee, desperation, embarrassment, humiliation, sexual themes and references If you’re here for pee, unfortunately, this story is extremely pooping focused, if you aren’t into pooping at all, not even in regards to desperation and embarrassment, unfortunately this story isn’t for you. I do plan on creating exclusively peeing/wetting stories soon, so stand by. But my first short story will only feature poop and sexual themes. The Urgent Business of a Busy Businesswoman (6,324 words, Poop warning, sexual themes) Jennifer had a busy schedule. She could only afford to stay in bed beside her lover, husband and father of two healthy, energetic young boys for the first alarm. As the second blared aloud, she knew she couldn’t delay any longer. As she got to get up out of bed, her husband in his lucid slumber clutched her by the stomach and pulled her back to him. “Just a bit longer,” he asked wearily. “You sleep in, I need to get our boys up,” she replied. Defeated, he rolled over and slept in a little bit longer. But the clock was 6:11 AM. He could afford to sleep in, but she couldn’t. Especially not in her current predicament. And as soon as she sat up on the bedside, her uncomfortable, bloated abdomen churned in irritation at her sudden movements. She put her hand on her belly, and she knew what she had to do next. In her pajama bottoms, and topless without even a bra with peace of mind knowing that her sons need to be woken up and wouldn’t disturb her, she occupied the bathroom. Just over fifteen minutes should have been enough time for her to lighten up. She pulled her bottoms down and slowly eased the massive berth of her hips and buttocks onto the seat. She got up, readjusted and pulled her cheeks further apart with her hands. Her bottom was hanging over the rim of the toilet seat. Having children certainly made her wider and bottom-heavy. Her husband seemed to like it. But she didn’t. She heaved down, but all she could manage was a slow puff of wind. Her more desperate need made itself known as she started filling the bowl with bright yellow. The torrent of her stream splashed and dappled into the water below, accepting it graciously. She was particularly loud in the bathroom, in all aspects, she felt she couldn’t help it, and in spite of her shyness, she didn’t bother to mask the sounds she made nor did she hold back her moans of relief. Except this time there weren’t any moans of relief, only heaving and grunting. She put her arms on her stomach and leaned forward. But it was no use. She was caved-in, and today marks the seventh day she’s been like this. Without even realizing it, she had been sitting there straining for ten minutes. “It’s no use,” she thought to herself. “I know what will do the trick.” She went to the kitchen and clumsily flicked on the kettle. She scratched her head, which was a flock of gold, auburn and red pluming feathers, not helped by her rough night sleeping exacerbated by her blockage, and the tussling and turning in bed the last night. She remembered where she put the espresso, which was her favourite jolt to start the day and readied herself a double shot. If this didn’t work, nothing else would. Once it was ready, she took her coffee into the shower with her and took sips while she performed her ablutions, which wasn’t ideal, but time was not on her side, not today or any other day. She had a thousand and one things to do, and only two hours to do it all. And there was a particularly big thing she had to do before she goes to work this morning. The hot water helped relieve her aches and pains, and it helped circulate the blood around her stomach, which was in dire need of being sped up. A familiar knock on the shower window stirred her from her relaxation. “Want a pleasant surprise this morning?” her husband asked. He didn’t so much ask as insist, as he opened the shower door naked, with his semi-erect manhood swinging out. With his demeanor and devilish smile, he had plans with Jennifer’s curvaceous, wet body, shines with glistening soap and bubbles, which acted as a cheeky camouflage for her womanly assets. “Honey, it’s Friday morning!” she replied. “And the kids are still fast asleep,” he chuckled. “They’ll never know, and you look particularly inviting this morning.” he teased once more as he planted a kiss on her forehead, which he was only just able to reach. He was tall, with a stature of 6’3, but she was very tall as well, standing at 5’12”, crossing the 6 foot threshold in heels, which she often wore. She couldn’t protest, as much as she wanted to. And she didn’t feel well, as though something was weighing her down. She faced away from him, trying to signal, without saying it, that she wasn’t ready tonight. He took the hint and his smile returned to a more cordial, efficient poker face. “It looks like our baby is coming along,” he mentioned, pointing her attention to her bulging belly. She was pregnant with something, but it wasn’t necessarily another baby. In fact, she was in near labor, she felt the pains but nothing was coming. She gave him a quick glance of disgust, but her smile quickly forgave him. “Very funny, I still haven’t tested yet,” she replied. “You should try after our shower,” he insisted. “I already went,” she added. They both showered, and she had to gently stave off his lustful advances, which were particularly wild this morning as his fiendish hands craved her ballooning mammaries, drooping down her chest in big tear drops, and her large bottom, which widened quickly following the birth of their first son, and further still after the second, it also had a dual purpose of making him ever more aroused at the sight of her naked moon as she was brushing her teeth before bed, exposed and vulnerable, which was when he frequently made his sinful attempts. “Alright, I better go and make you and the boys some brekky now,” she teased, grabbing his nose by the fingers. “You should try doing that down here, I think I’d be very receptive,” he retaliated, turning their wholesome shower into the product of his filthy imagination and desires. Her coffee didn’t fully kick in yet, but she was alert and wide-awake as she started making bacon and eggs. Not the healthiest, but this greasy fryup was great for getting the boys to wake up and emerge from their rooms from the smell alone. And, success, as the youngest walked in. “Eggies and bakey!” he chanted. The elder 11 year old son followed after him. “Mooooom, dad’s taking up the bathroom again, it can’t take him that long to take a shit!” he angrily vented. “Language Thomas!” she said. “You don’t need to teach Max that kind of filth. Maybe you need soap for breakfast instead of eggies and bakey!” Her empty threat worked. “No, I’m sorry mom!” “Haha! Daddy’s taking a big shit!” 6 year old Max giggled. “Now look what you’ve done,” she scolded calmly, knowing that it was futile. Even though she thought she sent them to a good school, they were inevitably going to be corrupted by their peers, and be taught all kinds of nasty words. She was just thankful that the greatest caliber of which was ‘shit,’ but even that was awful. Speaking of which, she felt hers brewing away. And she felt a bit ashamed that she might be in the bathroom taking it up and stinking it out for the rest of the morning herself, let alone dad. Finally, her husband emerged, partly dressed with black trousers and a belt he didn’t need, as he recently started putting on weight, but it could be because they’ve been eating more healthily, which doesn’t explain why, paradoxically, he’s getting a pot belly. “Don’t worry, daddy’s big shit is over now!” he laughed. “But I’d give it a little bit before you go in.” “Don’t encourage them Ben…” she asked. “Boys will be boys, you know how it is,” he spoke as she served up their breakfast. “Aren’t you having anything?” Little does he know, she had 6 days worth of massive breakfasts, lunches and dinners clogged up in her plumbing. Beef steaks, chicken, mashed potato, and nearly every vegetable you can think of blocking up her gastrointestinal tract. He noticed her skipping out on dinner last night as well, and he frowned at the prospect that she wasn’t eating. Her bowel schedule is very sub optimal. Usually, she comes home on Fridays to take a mean dump in the home toilet, as she hates going out in public or at work. And, before starting work again on Monday, she’d manage a smaller one on Sunday night with the help of some mild laxatives. Unfortunately, this week, she wasn’t able to go on Sunday night, so she had nearly seven days of heavy meals churning away in her guts. And as her coffee started to kick in, she could feel the gridlock on descending colon freeway beginning to clear up, and at the worst possible time. “You didn’t eat last night either, is something wrong?” he asked. “Yoink, this is the swear tax!” he said as he forked a piece of streaky bacon off Thomas’ plate and ate it in front of him. “You don’t need any more bacon you fat bastard!” Thomas yelled and stormed off in a huff. “Fat bakey thief bastard!” Max added, giggling. Jennifer frowned at Ben, the father of her children, who had a fat smirk on his face as if he were proud that their sons became potty mouthed sailors. But she was also thankful that this diversion allowed her to slip under the radar of his interrogation. “Ben for crying out loud go and talk to him, and give him one of your bacon streaks,” Jennifer demanded. This time, she wasn’t playing games, her irritation was easily identified in her sharp voice. He knew he’d gone too far this time. So off he went to get Thomas back from his room, which he just slammed the door to. She looked at young Max, who was grinning while eyeballing dad’s plate. “You know you want to, go ahead,” she encouraged. Finally, they were ready to face the day. But Jennifer’s desperate clenching big buttocks were making a plea, and insisted her to ask a favour from Ben. “Hey Ben, it has been a tough week for me…” she admitted. “Could you do something for me?” “I thought so,” he replied. “What do you want?” “Could you take the kids to school today?” she asked. “I just want some time to freshen up before work today.” “Yeah, alright,” he said, without a disagreement. Normally he would try to weed his way out of it but he wanted to make up for being an ass earlier. “Y-you will? Thank you honey…” Ben and the kids said goodbye to Jennifer, and they walked out to the garage to get into his electric car. She didn’t like it, she preferred the good old petrol guzzlers, as they were more reliable. As soon as she heard the door close, the felt her own back door opening. She rushed to the bathroom to finally take care of the cause of her massive discomfort. As fast as she could move, she closed the door, pulled up her business skirt, tore her satin panties and pantyhose down and flomped her big butt down onto the toilet. She knew that this was going to be biblical. She knew that an event as monumental as the second coming of christ was about to happen. And it was going to emerge from her, and it was going to be shitty. She didn’t need any help spreading herself open, she could already feel her colon forcing her anus wide. But her troublesome big nuggety load wouldn’t come without a fight, even if she was ready to deliver her turd baby with her gut opened wide. She began to rub her stomach and slowly heave down. But then she heard them coming back inside, and suddenly, her anus closed back up and she had to hold it back in. “Yay! No school today!” This news was followed by an insistent warning knock at the door and Ben barging right in and closing it behind him. “Jenny…” he said, looking at his big bottomed wife on the toilet. She wasn’t shy about pooping in front of him, not at all. But when she had a colossal buildup like this, she didn’t want anyone to see her, especially the state she was about to put the toilet in, and why she prepared gloves and a garbage bag in advance, anticipated the queen of all toilet blockages. Even though she loved him, and he loved her unconditionally, she would rather die than have her husband, or anyone else know that she very well could be taking the biggest shit in all of human history and that she was going to murder this toilet, as strong as its flush was. She fondly remembers one time, when he walked in on her pooping. He walked over, pulled her off the toilet while she profusely protested, looked in the toilet bowl and crassly commented, “My, that was a big one.” And in her embarrassment and fluster, she retaliated by saying, “Do you have a poo fetish or something!” He already had the perfect response, “No, I have a you fetish.” This altercation was followed by very hard sex, and this was what broke the barrier of not wanting to poop in front of her husband. Even so, she was sitting on the toilet, she knew it was going to be colossal, and she didn’t want an audience this time. “I forgot to put the charger in my car last night.” She knew what was going to happen. He was going to ask her to take him to work, the kids at school and turn up to work late. And she was fuming. “You fucking idiot!” she yelled. “Haha! Mommy said the fuck word!” Max laughed outside the door. She quickly put her hand over her mouth, realizing that she just taught her youngest son a very, VERY naughty word. And the word ‘fuck’ was going through her husband Ben’s mind with every glance he was giving her sexy voluptuous body sitting down on the shitter, widening her already fat arse. But now wasn’t the time, even he realized that. “D-did you take the test?” he asked. She was taken by surprise, but she took that excuse and ran with it. It was better than telling him she wanted them out of the house so she could blow up the bathroom in peace. “Y-yes…” she said. “And?” “It was negative…” she lied. She didn’t ultimately know, but it would have been worse if she said the test was positive. She was 36. There was still time for another baby, but even so, at this age, her and her husband’s fertility have declined, and it was no longer guaranteed that she could become pregnant. She saw her husband’s face collapse in on itself. He was devastated. But in her weakness, and the vulnerable position of sitting over the toilet, with her bowel’s relief only a push away, yet she was so far from being able to empty herself, as she now needed to take everyone in her car. She got up, still feeling her ass slightly opened and uncomfortable standing upright. But she took the initiative. She walked up to Ben and forcefully shoved him against the sink. “Don’t worry Ben, I’ll bring another lovely baby into this world,” she said, with incredibly seductive eyes and a grotesquely enticing sexual invitation. “I would love nothing more than a beautiful little baby girl for our sons to protect, and someone to calm them down…” he sobbed, nearly crying. “I’ll give you a daughter Ben,” she spoke. “Whatever it takes… But for now, we should be thankful we’re still afloat.” She referenced the move. Where they had to sell their cushy city townhouse to move further out into suburbia, which was the only thing they could comfortably afford. They weren’t poor by any means, but ever since the move, commute times were tripled and they had to move into an area they didn’t like. But they were still bringing up a family, and that’s all that mattered. “I know I’ve been a stupid ass lately… I’ll change. I’ll do it for you, I’ll do it for the kids… But I have to admit, wanting a third child has been tearing me apart lately, I just want to make it happen so badly,” he confessed. “God I love you Ben, even if you are a stupid ass.” Later, on the highway, Jennifer, with her husband behind her and the two rowdy kids in the back were stuck. Because of the slight delay, they were now stuck in peak hour traffic. And she had to hold her poo in simultaneously. She felt stubborn cramping every inch the car was able to budge due to the gridlock. She definitely didn’t want her husband or kids knowing she needed to relieve herself. And she spend her time thinking about how she would empty herself before work. But she came to the conclusion, in this emergency situation that she’d call off work just this once. She took advantage of every leave day when she got them immediately, so this wouldn’t be easy. “Yellow car!” Max called out as he whacked Thomas. “Ow! I’ll get you back for that!” Thomas retaliated. “O-oh no you won’t!” Jennifer yelled. “Ben, deal with them!” Finally, the kids were dropped off, but Jennifer had some kids to drop off at the pool, and she couldn’t do that until she got to either a public bathroom, back home, or begrudgingly to work. “I… I think I need the day off,” Jennifer spoke to Ben. “Do you think they’ll let you off for today?” “I’ll have to call her and see if that’s possible, but I think I know the answer.” She persisted on with her aching abdomen until she dropped Ben off at his workplace. But as soon as he left, she felt the urge even stronger. It felt like a Goliath was about to crawl out of her stomach and no amount of pressure she fought it off with would work. In fact, she was certain she was going to have an accident. And her white panties, clear pantyhose and beige business skirt weren’t going to mix well with brown. She got her phone and dialed her boss while jiggling in her seat, about to burst. “Ahh… Jennifer…” her arrogant superior spoke down. “Hey uhh, I was just wondering, it has been a hectic week and I’m very busy,” she spoke. “Can I have today off?” After a brief delay, she replied, “You know that today is the ‘Better Practices Business’ lecture, right?” “Oh! I thought that was next week, sorry, I must have forgotten,” Jennifer replied. “Well hopefully you haven’t forgotten how important this meeting is, in fact, it’s mandatory staff attendance. I’m sorry, if you’re unable to show up today, I’ll have to let you go.” Jennifer hung up immediately. She had something of her own to let go, and now she had no choice. She had to show up or risk losing her job. She knew her boss wouldn’t be at all understanding or sympathetic. “BITCH!!!” she yelled into the void, with no one able to hear, thankfully. Finally, she showed up, clutching her stomach and the bowel ache she’s been carrying around for nearly 7 days. Her frown looked like a wet Friday. The best day of the week. Ruined. She walked into the office with her rich gold-red hair in a bun, as professionally required, as she strut her big frame into the main foyer, through the glass doors, where the meeting was being held. She was 10 minutes late. And her boss was at the door, ready to persecute her like a vulture. She was a shrew of a woman, and was ambitious to her own fault. Her greying brown bun betrayed her hatred for any women who dared put their families after their work, either that, or it was jealousy that it was too late for her to have biological children of her own. It was her own fault, she wanted to become a corporate cutthroat, and her emasculated eunuch husband didn’t dare disobey her, working as her inferior. “You’re late.” “I’m very sorry about this, I might be pregnant. I’m really feeling the morning sickness,” she spoke. “Can I use the bathroom?” “Might be?” she inquired. “Go to a doctor. Until they can verify you are indeed pregnant, you’re not pregnant, and you’re subject to the same scrutiny as everyone else.” “Oh but… Please, it’s an emergency,” she asked. “If it’s an emergency, go.” her boss replied, but then gave a caveat. “But the second you leave this room, your termination will be drafted immediately.” As if it was bad enough that she had to endure with full, aching guts for all this time, she was forced to hold it in for another two hours, otherwise her entire livelihood might be destroyed, all because she needs a fat shit. Begrudgingly, she sat down, until she found that she couldn’t sit down. The chair was right below her, she was sitting on it, but unless she tilted her backside on the chair, sitting down directly would give her a sharp pain in the guts and it felt like her pelvis was going to be ripped apart. To deter this pain, she had to sit slanted on her chair in the meeting, and it looked very awkward, uncomfortable and unprofessional. It was clear that the turd descended all the way into her rectum, it was ready to come out, it just needed permission to pass, and she was adamant about keeping her sphincter as strong as adamantium, and closed shut. The meeting was exactly as she’d anticipated, it was full of boring skeletal old men throwing buzzwords about ‘the economy,’ ‘inflation,’ ‘deficit,’ ‘expenditure,’ and a bunch of other corporate words that she could only barely grasp so she could hold down a highly paid job in business. She hated working in an office, she preferred the days when she stayed at home to take care of Max when he was still a baby, but everything changed after her husband’s redundancy. Either way, life as it was is now gone, and she has spent the last two years in this concrete tomb of old corporate cryptofacsist hacks in dire need of colostomy bags. Although at the moment, Jennifer could use one, if for nothing else, to get just the slightest pressure off her stomach, bowels and back. She couldn’t sit up straight, she was hunched over, making room for her ever growing fecal baby, which she was expecting any moment, and every other moment, it would knock on her back door screaming to be let out. After an hour in the meeting and being quizzed with silly questions to gauge members’ engagement, the screams of her baby began to get louder and became pungent. One particular event, she needed to get some gas out, because she felt like she was going to explode with the pressure building up inside her. She managed to discreetly let out a silent, constant fart that pffffffffft out of her over the span of 15 seconds. What she didn’t anticipate, as well as every other unsuspecting business man and woman was the stench of death, and it was inescapable, as they were all trapped in a giant glass room which looked like an aquarium tank, and Jennifer was the one hot-boxing them all. She glared around the room, and as sure as anything, there were funny expressions on nearly everyone’s face, glaring around the room, as if their eyes could spot the culprit that only their poor nostrils could detect. The smell was beyond godawful, it was the smell of 7 days of built up, constipated shit rotting away in her methane filled guts. But she had no choice, and as her bowels filled up with this highly explosive, heavy gas, she had to quietly air it out of her system. Suddenly, out of no where, someone broke the silence on whoever broke wind. “Who passed gas?” one man asked, holding his nose. “Enough, as I was saying, we must expand out margins to meet the demands o- y,yes what is that?” the main lecturer spoke, finally getting a whiff of what Jennifer’s been cooking for nearly a week. “Christ! Whoever that was, go to the bathroom!” a woman yelled. “There will be no breaks, we only have 45 minutes left!” the boss yelled. “My money’s on fat George!” one businessman yelled, pointing at a seemingly obvious culprit, a fat older man. But his confident dismissal made everyone point their fingers at other people, as it clearly wasn’t him. “Jennifer, was that you?” one younger upstart man asked. Jennifer began to blush, but she controlled herself just in time before suspicions deemed her guilty. “Leave Jennifer alone, if I had to guess, you’re the one who passed wind since you’re the one accusing everyone around the room of doing it Gilbert!” Jennifer’s coworker Lucy yelled. Lucy stuck up for her when no one else was. There wasn’t going to be a death penalty for whoever was deemed guilty of passing wind, but it would have been the greatest humiliation regardless. And right after Lucy, the 26 year old woman with a black bob in garish red, struck down Gilbert’s accusation, everyone swamped in to accuse her instead. “Enough, someone open the fucking doors!” one of the seniors demand. “They stay shut!” the boss demanded. “This is a bunch of fucking bullshit anyway!” the same senior businessman replied, “You can take your profit and shove it up your deficit you old cow!” Suddenly, the entire room was in an uproar over the cause of the deathly smell, because it really was that bad. Jennifer was surprised that, with the knowledge that she had to go to the bathroom, the boss didn’t immediately accuse her. Perhaps she was none the wiser thankfully. Suddenly, order was brought back into the room, but not after the senior businessman ripped off his badge and kicked the door down to go outside. It was behavior so bad, it reminded Jennifer of Max’s classroom, and the teacher who was helpless to keep them under control. But, with the seniors insisting that the doors be opened, they were opened. And everything settled down, but the smell still lingered. It was down to the last fifteen minutes, and Jennifer was able to keep her bowels under check for the most of it. But she would lust over the thought of a massive log forcing its way out of her colon. She was fantasizing of filling a toilet bowl with her filthy bratwursts, and for some reason, it helped her manage it. She passed the minute long seconds even faster, but she was also teasing herself with the anticipation of finally letting her big poo out. And in fifteen minutes, she would be able to desiccate her bowels and destroy a work toilet as collateral damage, but until then, the urge only got stronger and stronger. With so much stress, the next ten minutes felt like an hour, but there were only five minutes left, and her eyes were glued to the second hand of the clock, which was ticking by painfully slowly. But it happened, as she was holding all the methane in, all it took was the slightest quiver in her anus, and in an explosive burst, all the filthy wind she’d been keeping held in blew up and whooshed out of her anus, reverberating with nearly enough strength to push the chair out from under her and send her into orbit as a new satellite. A big fat, loud and relieving fart made itself known to everyone on the room. And then, everyone in the room knew who it came from, as Jennifer clutched her hands over her face, still tilted on her chair. She wanted to bawl her eyes out and then jump off the balcony. The only thing stopping her from jumping off the balcony was knowing how much shit would overfill in her panties after she died. A fate more mortifying than death itself awaited her. Everyone in the room wanted her dead as much as she wanted herself dead. One lapse of strength in her tiring anus cost her every scrap of dignity she had, and it was all unsalvageable now, all she had left to look forward to was humiliation and embarrassment. From that day on, everyone would remember her as the woman who tried to gas everyone in a glass tomb and blew a fart loud enough to bring back the hearing of the deaf. On the plus side, she felt a lot better with all of that gas out of her, and it eased her desperation to poop ever so slightly. But the fatal blow to her femininity was the ultimate price to pay. She couldn’t take it anymore, her face fell into her hands and she began lightly crying. Lucy tried to console her. Even after knowing that it was truly her, she tried to comfort her after she commit professional and social suicide. “See, I told you it was her,” Gilbert exonerated himself. No one clapped, no one gave him an aware, everyone just stared at him in disgust of how out of touch he was. As bad as the smell was, other than Gilbert, no one felt happy looking at Jennifer in a crying, embarrassed heap. As her crying became more audible and desperate, Lucy grabbed her and led her outside. With only three minutes left, the boss surely wouldn’t do anything punitive against either Lucy or Jennifer. But as Jennifer walked, she let out more explosive gas, as well as her bowel movement dropping out of her anus and finally making contact with her white panties. She was thankful that it was as hard as a rock and not liquid, otherwise it would have continued its muddy advance and left Jennifer in a puddle of her own tears as well as shit. Lucy knew exactly where to take poor Jennifer. To the women’s restroom. Those farts were definitely the smell of a long incarcerated bowel movement. “Here you go, Jen,” Lucy spoke, directing her to a stall. “I hope you don’t mind, I also have to take care of my… business.” In her mercy, Lucy shared her own toilet needs with Jennifer, but she did also desperately need a dump as well, as her ass clutching betrayed. “T-thank you so much Lucy!” she muttered. Jennifer locked the door, and gently took off her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and white knickers, which now had a streak of brown, but it was nothing serious. As Jennifer slowly descended her bottom down, a few nuggets fell out of her and onto the floor. “I think you dropped something,” Lucy said, as a nugget rolled under the stall into hers. Jennifer couldn’t get more embarrassed, and now Lucy could see what was stuck inside her. A black chunk of compact shit, and more had to come out. Jennifer was finally seated, and she buckled over and leaned forward as far as she could. But nothing would budge. “I haven’t pooed for 7 days,” Jennifer confessed to her coworker, who had her own confession to make. “Really? Wow, it’s no wonder you had to go. I’ve held this in for 3 days but I’ve been needing to shit all morning. I completely forgot about the meeting.” “So did I, if only I took care of my business before the meeting,” Jennifer stated. “You should take the bosses motto from now on,” Lucy spoke. “Business comes first.” “From now on, I won’t be neglecting my business ever again,” Jennifer remarked, eliciting a laugh from Lucy. But that wasn’t the only sound Lucy made. Lucy made a massive, dense splash in the stall neighbouring Jennifer and it sounded like a boulder crashing into the sea, it was massive, and Jennifer could tell it must have been a big one. As if the one splash wasn’t enough, after a big hissing fart, Lucy’s bowels let out a volley of repeating splashes, as her own nuggets fell into the water one after the other. But finally, Lucy sighed relief as a massive final splash hit the water. “That one got my butt wet!” Lucy giggled. “Yuck!” “You’re lucky you got that out so fast,” Jennifer replied. “I’m still pushing.” “Are you ok, do you need a laxative?” Lucy asked. “No, I’m alright, it’ll come out eventually.” In truth, Jennifer was waiting for her to leave. And finally, after hearing the flush and a farewell, Jennifer felt more comfortable. She’s thankful to Lucy for getting her out of there, but now Jennifer was going to put this industrial strength toilet out of commission. Permanently. Jennifer buckled over and her massive, dark nuggety crown showed itself, stretching her anus to its absolute breaking point, spreading her almost 4 inches in diameter. As the apex of her vile smelling crown emerged, so did a barrage of gas, as the explosive force of the wind dislodged nuggets off her log, which splish-sploshed in the toilet. They were so compact and dense that every plop was loud and sounded as if a bucket of marbles were being poured into the toilet water. But Jennifer couldn’t take it anymore. “Ahhhhh!” Jennifer verbalized loudly as her bowel ache forced itself out of her overstretched rectum, tearing apart her delicate anus on the way out. Having given birth twice, Jennifer would happily admit that this bowel movement felt akin to giving birth. It caused an intense spasm of pleasure and brutal pain simultaneously. But the battle was far from over. As another broadside of shit plops hit the water, making the bathroom sound like a faithful recreation of the battle of Pearl Harbor, she gasped out loud as the head of her log was finally exiting her colon. She pressed down with all her might and a feeling of intense light-headedness struck her. She was especially glad that her husband wasn’t here to see her like this, especially not while she was growing a thick dark brown dragon’s tail out of her arse, and like a dragon’s thorny, scaly tail, it was just as hard, sharp and big. She then made a tremendous push, and with it, out came an entire foot’s length of hard, compacted shit, bundled up into a painfully compressed bundle, delivering the pain of a thousand punches in the gut with every inch it slithered out of her gut, like a giant, mutant turd slug. Only another push was all it took to get the remainder of her colon-blocking log out of her. But suddenly, she could push no more. She looked in the toilet. Her thick, solid shit was hitting the very back of the basin, there was no where else for it to go and it was too rigid to bend, so she did the only thing she could do. She gently lifted her bottom and came forward, but it still wasn’t enough. Finally, she stood, and the tail of her shit fell out and landed outside the rim of the toilet and onto the seat itself. “O-oh god…” Jennifer spoke. And this wasn’t even all of her shit, as soon as she stood up she felt another huge poo sliding down descending colon. This was going to be another big fat log. This time, with the seat ruined by her shit, she stood up and let out a huge chocolatey brown snake out the ass. It fell into the toilet with a heavy plonk in record time and plugged up the already unflushable toilet even more. The toilet was already clogged and dead, but Jennifer’s guts were still overloaded with poo, now it was just fun and games to see just how badly she could destroy this toilet, and it was her revenge for the ultimate humiliation. Yet another caramel snake fell out from her gut and began coiling up. Hunched over in a semi-squat/stand position, her sloppy snaking caramel made contact with the little water left and her two huge turds while it was still inside her ass. And she pushed quickly, unraveling the long rope of shit into the toilet until it floomped into the bowl completely. One last wave of poo rushed out, spraying wet chunks and bursts of wet shit with a bombardment of gassy shit-wind. Jennifer felt the need to sit back down but now her main dark brown log, which was the length of half her large intestine, was intimately close to her vagina. But she had to sit, otherwise her shit would be on the toilet rather than in it. But it wasn’t as if the toilet could get any worse. Finally, the coffee she had this morning must have been coming out, as a huge bomb of liquid shit splashed into the bowl, splattering chunks of her shit all over the bowl. Once she stood up to wipe herself clean, she gazed into the murder scene of a toilet. There was no way this toilet was ever going to flush again. But there is one thing Jennifer forgot. She forgot to pee. But she noticed something. Her stomach was still bulging even though she got all of the feces out of her bowels. She decided to finally do the pregnancy test while she peed. She peed on the detector while her stream awkwardly angled into the toilet, and she looked down at it. Two red lines. It looked like she was going to introduce another bundle of love into the world after all. THE END
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  45. Pissed myself in my favorite jeans. Had to go so bad but I couldn’t hold it 😩
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