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  1. Rouge and Amy art cuz why not. I know I said I was gonna try to post art for next week in the last post, but art school kept me busy. Enjoy these at least. Tho, I should be able to draw more since summer vacation is coming, so stay tuned for that I guess lol
    12 points
  2. Yesterday I was in a really naughty and daring mood. And since I am currently in the UK, I played around with the thought to have some really public omo fun in the city center of London. Couldn’t stop fantasizing about it for the entire first day of my stay so I decided to go for it on the second day when I had some free time in the evening. The plan was to take the subway to Embankment station, walk over to the London Eye, wet myself there and enjoy a lovely evening walk among the party people in soaked jeans. Then I wanted to take the subway back and reach my hotel undetected if everything went according to plan. I can’t even begin to tell how excited I was to see if I would get away with it. 😁 Of course a public wetting like that in such a crowded urban environment on a Friday evening needed some preparation. First, I made sure to hydrate well over the course of the afternoon and had at least three liters of water travel through my system so that my pee would be clear and not smell much. Second I chose some black jeans that would hide my wet patch well in dimly lit areas. I was a little concerned though about the brightly illuminated subway stations. Therefore, I took a backpack with me that I could hold in front of my wet crotch when I would have to stand still among a lot of people for several stations on the way back. Two hours before leaving the hotel I stopped using the bathroom. So by the time I left around 10pm I could already feel a little pressure on my bladder. Still far from urgent but a really nice feeling in anticipation of what I was up to. I went down to the tube station near my hotel and hopped on the next train. I watched the people around me. Still a fairly mixed crowd of late commuters and some groups of younger folks getting in the mood for clubbing. I stood at the end of the coach (like I intended to do on the way back as well when my pants would be wet - No worries my fellow London OmO enthusiasts) and as expected nobody paid extra attention to me. And whenever somebody looked at me directly I looked straight back so they quickly averted their gaze. Yah, that strategy should work out ok on the way back. I shortly played with the thought to already release a first spurt of pee into my boxer briefs just then but I decided to save it for later. I got off at Embankment station and went up the stairs to the Golden Jubilee Bridge with the scenic view on the Thames and the London Eye. I stood there for some time and enjoyed the view while dozens of people walked past behind me. I pressed my bladder against the railing a little bit and enjoyed the tingly feeling. Can’t remember the last time I was so excited to wet myself in public. But I decided to still hold my pee just a little longer since I wasn’t happy with the pressure yet. I really wanted to make this worthwhile. So I walked over to South Bank and got myself a pint of lager at one of the food stands there. It was actually quite good and after I had drunk about half of it leaning against the balustrade I decided to let a first few spurts out. It wasn’t as easy to relax as I thought with all the tourists around me who were taking photos of Big Ben across the river. But after a while I managed to let go for a couple of seconds. Hmmmm, what a fantastic feeling as my crotch suddenly warmed up. 😊 I let out two more spurts until I was feeling noticeably wet around my private parts. The evening breeze quickly cooled the wet patch off but it was still a very pleasant feeling. Not cold really, just wet, clingy and really naughty. 😈 Oh my gawd I was so turned on already. So I decided it was time to find a good spot to let it all out in the little park next to the London Eye. To my surprise I found a convenient spot with a knee high wall to sit on really fast. No security cameras in sight and apparently not so many people seemed to frequent that specific path at night. Only four groups of people walked by as I calmly finished my beer and pretended to do something on my phone. When my pint was empty and noone was around I got myself into position and switched the camera on. Then I relaxed and immediately felt a gush of hot pee rewarm my crotch. But this time I didn’t stop and enjoyed the spreading warmth that quickly extended down to my bum and inner thighs. It took a few moments until my boxer briefs and jeans were saturated and my pee started overflowing my pants and formed a little river down the wall. It felt so incredibly good to let it all out and soak myself. 😍 IMG_7960.mov I really love this point of no return when I’m out one a public wetting. No turning back now even if I had wanted to. My front and my back were now certainly visibly wet and glistening but in that moment I couldn’t care less. I was in omo heaven. Once the stream had subsided I stood up and quickly moved on. Under the next park lamp I inspected the damage. It was actually much less visible than I thought it would be. I was almost disappointed 😂. At least in the front it looked hardly noticeable and fairly concentrated on the area between my legs. I have no idea how my back looked but I was anyways already in this „I don’t care anymore“ mindset that some of you might know when it comes to deliberate wettings. I was just too turned on and feeling sexy to be overly concerned. Whatever would happen now I was sure I could talk myself out of it. So I didn’t see the need to rush back and I continued to mingle with the party people. At one point a tipsy couple asked me to take a picture of them to which I happily obliged. They were from Australia and really nice and we chatted for a while. I even shortly considered to accompany them to one of the nearby pubs but I wouldn’t have been able to sit down without making a mess and it was a little bit too risky that somebody might bump into me and feel the wetness. So I limited it to another pint from the food stand and took a couple more „omo touristy“ pictures. So this is me again on the bridge with peed pants and Big Ben in the background. Funny enough I realized that nobody paid any attention to me taking pictures even when I clearly didn’t aim for my face. I mean, of course people looked at me (I‘m not that ugly). Just not in a suspicious way or directly at my crotch. So I felt comfortable to pee some more while standing there in the shadows of the bridge pillars. Pure bliss! At some point it was time to head back to the hotel. So I walked across the bridge and down to Embankment station. I kept a quick pace just short of rushing so my jeans would be in constant movement. On the long escalators I took care to stand sideways so the persons behind and in front of me wouldn’t get a clear view on my wet crotch or bum. So far so good. I reached the platform undetected and leaned against the wall. Although there was more light down there it still didn’t show too much, don’t you think? And my lucky streak continued. When the train arrived a couple of minutes later, it was quite full with many people standing already. Not full enough that everyone would be pressed against each other but full enough that you couldn’t look at somebody’s lower half. Perfect conditions for the urban omo enthusiast 😉 I still held my backpack in front of me while leaning against the back wall of the coach just in case somebody accidentally bumped into me. Now it was almost entirely nicely dressed up party folks on the train and everybody seemed to have a good time. I couldn’t resist to let another spurt of pee run down my thighs just long enough that it wouldn’t reach my shoes. That not only felt fantastic and extra naughty, it also helped to release some pressure that had built up again. When I got off at my station I thought that it would be a waste to take that pressure up into my hotel room and relieve it there. So I decided to go for another wetting on one of the busy intersections next to my hotel. I leaned against a bicycle rack and let go again. This time I didn’t stop when the flow reached my shoes and the pee started flowing onto the ground. I just stood there and enjoyed how the warm pee now also soaked my socks and shoes. What a perfect evening. I stayed for another few minutes and let it soak in so I wouldn’t leave obvious traces. Then I quickly made my way through the lobby and up the stairs. This was such a rush and a major turn on. I think it goes without saying that I immediately had to get off while still in my wet pants as soon as I had reached the safety of my room again. 😜
    10 points
  3. 10 points
  4. 🌸 Review of DynaDry Supreme Liners 🌸 Okay, let the Northshore reviews begin! I will start with the lightest product and move towards heavier absorbency. Starting with a medium DynaDry liner! This is a great product if you have some daytime issues like me. I think I'm going to buy more (but in a small) because it held a full overflow wetting with no leaks. The leaks came later, but that was after a second wetting. If I'm out and about, I would change before a second accident occurred unless I was driving, flying, or doing something else that requires higher absorbency. I will say the pad felt super wet against me after my first wetting and that isn't the most comfortable feeling in the world if you're moving and grooving. It wasn't the right size and I wonder if it would be as effective if it was a small. I think I would need larger panties to accommodate such a thick pad. But overall, I think it's a great product! I'd definitely wear out and about. What do you guys think? Have you ever tried one? If you'd like to see the full video of me testing these out, head over to my JustForFans: www.justfor.fans/bbabybbear.
    6 points
  5. In the latest episode of the Turkish Crime/Mystery/Comedy TV Show “Arka Sokaklar” in episode 671, Nazike, a minor character of the show wets herself because she drank too much herb tea and water before going out, we even see a puddle which is surprising for a Turkish TV Show to show a puddle, I’m sorry the bad quality, but I had to do it so that I can upload it here, hope you enjoy this wetting scene! IMG_7699.MOV
    6 points
  6. Yes, few years ago I was caught by my neighbour coming back from one of my first park wettings. My leggings were soaked and my shoes were drenched, making weird noises, i remember that i crossed my neighbour in the hall of my building and the sweatshirt around my waist magically felt down at the wrong time, reveiling the wet patch all along my crotch and inner tights. When i bend over to pick the sweatshirt up, some liquid dropped at the floor, she noticed that, i could reading it in her eyes, she knew i pissed myself.
    5 points
  7. This was a commission I wrote a bit ago; figured folks here might enjoy it! TW// Extreme/multi-day holding, and some light yuri smut at the end! You've been notified. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Princess Iselle’s heart pounded in her chest as she was roughly corralled down the narrow stone steps of the dingy, drafty dungeon. As the heir to the throne of the powerful nation of Callimore, she normally didn't scare easily...but right now, she was terrified. Here she was, being led to Lord knows where by goodness knows who, intending to use her as leverage, assumedly against her father. She replayed his warning from just that morning in her head, how he’d told her to keep clear of the river bordering the Deeplands...But she’d taken her horse to graze there anyway, figuring he was just being overprotective, and a ride along the plains was the perfect way to celebrate her 21st birthday. So caught up was she with her excursion, she hadn’t even seen the mercenaries descend from the trees. Before she knew it, she’d been brought before the Captain of the Yarthian Scout Guard and sentenced to this dungeon. She was dirty, hungry, and not to mention she felt an acute need to pee, having not relieved herself since before leaving the castle that morning. Iselle took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She did her best to keep her path straight, but becoming suddenly aware of her full bladder caused her gait to be slow and stunted. She yelped as she felt one of the guards’ shove her from behind. "Keep moving, wench…” He growled. Iselle bit her lip, her eyes flitting around the dark stone walls as she tried to comply...but just as they reached the bottom, her foot caught on the hem of her gown and she pitched forward with a yelp, landing hard on the cold, damp floor. She nearly felt a squirt escape her, but she managed to avoid an incident as she struggled upright. One of the guard’s chuckled. “Some Princess, ain’t yeh s’posed to be all noble and dignified? Don’t look very fancy, sittin’ on yer arse, heh heh…” “Shut up, Briard…” The other guard muttered. “Get her up, gotta keep her clean as possible…” She yelped again as she was roughly hauled to her feet, wincing as the action acted upon her bladder. The guard plucked a torch from a nearby sconce and stepped forward, illuminating a large iron cell strewn with hay and dried streaks of...something. Iselle quickly began telling herself it wasn’t blood, even as her stomach turned at the sight of the dark crimson stains. The guard pulled a key off his belt, unlocking the door and pulling it open with a rusty *creeeeakkk*. Iselle barely had time to squeak before she was shoved inside and the door pulled shut behind her. “Nighty-night, Princess…” He cackled, already turning towards the stairs once more. Iselle whirled around, hurrying up to the bars. “W-wait, I’ve...I’ve got to powder my nose! S-surely you lot have a space for a lady to relieve herself?” The guard turned back to her, smirking and nodding at an iron chamber pot next in the corner of the cell. “Happy weeing, poppet.” He cackled, heading back up the stairs and shutting the dungeon door behind them. The Princess blinked, turning to the fetid receptacle and wrinkling her nose. She could hardly believe they wanted her to use such a disgusting pot… but the more she looked at it, the fuller her bladder felt...her stocking-clad thighs had already started to rub against each other. After a moment more of debate, she figured it was best to prioritize comfort over pride. Shuffling over to the pot, she lifted up her skirts and squatted over it. Her stream started a moment later, splattering wetly into the iron vessel. Iselle stood there for the duration of her pee, shutting her eyes tight and trying to ignore the acrid scent wafting up from within the grimy pot. No sooner had she finished and moved herself off of the pot than a voice startled her. “Careful...they don’t empty that but once a day…” Iselle nearly jumped out of her skin as she whirled around, spying a large black mass in the corner that let her know she wasn’t alone. She slunk down in the corner, her eyes glued to the large shape that had begun to move, getting up...and up, and up. Iselle had to crane her neck to look at the hulking shadow now staring down at her. Fear, hot and sticky, crept up Iselle’s spine as the figure stepped into the torchlight… To her surprise, it was a woman. A large, broad, muscular woman, but a woman nonetheless. She was dressed rather ruggedly, in naught but a leather tunic, dark roughspun trousers and a pair of boots that may have been loose even on Iselle’s mountain of a father. Her arms were bare, rippling with muscle all the way down to the wrists that were shackled to the floor. Her skin was the color of warm tea, a rich bronze-brown that let Iselle know she was not native to this land. Her dark teak hair was tied in a simple braid that ran down her back, and a pair of intelligent, piercing amber eyes stared down at the Princess coldly. Had Iselle not been so frightened, she would’ve thought the woman quite beautiful. “Well?” The woman snarled, causing Iselle to start. “What’re yeh starin’ at? Never seen an Essidian before?” Iselle still didn’t speak, confusion and fear gripping her throat. After a moment, she managed to recover enough of her faculties to respond. “P-please don’t hurt me…” She whimpered, her voice shaky and thin. “I-I-I mean you no harm…” The woman scoffed. “Hmph, I’m sure yeh don’t.” She murmured, rolling her shoulders. With that, she moved towards the cell door, peeking out into the deserted main holding area. She stood there for long enough that Iselle began wondering if she was soft in the head. Finally, after ten minutes of the woman staring out into space, Iselle’s curiosity overpowered her fear. “...What are you doing?” She asked. The amazon huffed, glaring back at the girl. “My business. None of yours.” Iselle pursed her lips, but she didn’t press the issue. A couple more moments, and a grin split the warrior woman’s face. Iselle didn’t know what was going on, but she appeared to have achieved her objective. She brought her hands together, pressing her thumb into the base of her thumb on the other hand. She took a deep breath and jammed downward, causing the thumb to dislocate with a sickening *pop* and making Iselle flinch. The woman grunted in discomfort, but she set to work slowly pulling her hand out of the shackle, moving the joint back into place, and repeating the process with her other hand. Within moments, the shackles were clattering uselessly to the ground as the woman rubbed her wrists. “Blimey, those chafed…” She muttered as she strode back over to the cell doors, popping her thumbs back into their sockets as she did so. Iselle watched, dumbfounded as the woman inexplicably freed herself from her restraints. “W-wait, what are you doing?” The woman turned back to her with glare. “Escaping, fuck’s it look like. And unless you want me to snap your pretty little neck here and now, you’ll keep mum about it.” She hissed as she reached into her bosom and pulled out a thin bit of metal that she began working in the lock. Iselle bit her lip, looking around the cell before back at the warrior woman. “...Take me with you!” The woman scoffed. “Yeah, don’t think so.” Izelle didn’t relent, wringing her hands as she strode towards the woman. “Please, I’ll do anything! I’ll-” “I don’t want nuffin t’ do with some powdered high-born doily. I were you, I’d be grateful; they coulda stuck you in a cell with some slavering bloke who ain’t had a shag in months… the things a brute like that would do to a pretty little thing like you…” She murmured, her mouth curling up in a menacing grin before she turned back to the lock. Iselle paled at the woman’s implications, but she still set her jaw. “I beg your pardon! I am not a doily! I’ll have you know that I-” “Can you hunt?” The woman interrupted, still working the lock. Iselle frowned. “Erm...no…” “Can yeh fight?” “Well, not really…” “Sail?” “No…” “Set traps?” “No.” “Then it's settled. You’re dead weight, and dead weight gets left behind.” The woman murmured, grinning as the metal finally picked through the lock. Iselle’s mind raced...this was likely her only chance to get free of this awful place, she had to keep trying. What could she offer? She had no money on her, only her dress, her family ring, her shoes, her- wait, the ring! “W-wait!” She yelped, quickly slipping the gold band with the amethyst stone set inside. “I-I have my family’s ring! It’s yours if you take me with you!” The amazon woman chuckled. “So yeh know how to barter. Good, wouldn’t want those fancy lessons from whatever ivory tower yeh trotted out of to go to waste.” Iselle pursed her lips. “The ring is pure gold, and the stone’s amethyst. It’s worth a fortune, I promise…” The woman rolled her eyes, turning back towards the Princess. “Listen, pup, it’s gonna take more than a fancy bauble to-” Suddenly, she stopped, her eyes fixating on the small circlet. She strode over to the Princess, plucking the ring from her hand. “...This is the crest of the Royal House of Callimore.” She muttered, looking back up at the Princess. “Where th’ hell’d you get this!?” The girl swallowed. “M-my father, King Adais…” The woman continued to stare at the girl. “Euna’s sloshers, yeh ain’t just some nobleman’s doe-eyed sac-seed...you’re the fuckin’ Princess…” Iselle nodded, drawing herself up a bit. “Princess Iselle Averescu, heir apparent to the throne of Callimore, High Regent of-” “Shut it, kid, I’m trying to think…” the woman muttered, her eyes cast towards the ground. The Princess watched her on tenterhooks, her anxiety mounting with each passing moment. Finally, the woman sighed, turning back to the Princess. “Yeh follow my directions exactly, without question. If’n I tell yeh to do something, you do it immediately, and if I fer one second think yer gonna get me killed, I’m leavin’ yeh behind, got it?” Iselle couldn’t help the relieved grin that spread across her face. “Oh, thank you, thank you!” She exclaimed, rushing towards the woman with her arms outstretched, just to be stopped by a hand on her face, keeping her at length. “And don’t fuckin’ touch me.” “Yeff ma’am…” Iselle murmured around the hand. ~ The warrior woman swung the door out quickly, catching it before it could creak. She beckoned Iselle forward, the two of them tiptoeing across the dungeon and back over to the stairs. Iselle couldn’t help but notice that her rescuer was incredibly light on her feet for one so large. She managed to get up the creaky stairs and through the prison door with hardly a sound, plucking another torch from the long hallway separating the dungeon from the rest of the castle. She took a moment to listen at the door, and after surmising there was no one nearby, she turned back to Iselle. “Follow me, and move exactly how I do.” Iselle nodded in understanding, following the woman through the door and into another narrow corridor leading into a large, dusty storeroom of sorts, littered with rope, old lanterns, rusty weapons and all other manner of junk. The woman grabbed a rope and an old iron throwing axe before moving to the other corner and stooping over. Iselle assumed it was to get more supplies, but when the woman straightened back up, she had a wineskin full of mulled mead in her hand. She grinned, popped off the top and upended it into her mouth, drinking greedily. Iselle watched in disbelief at the woman partaking in so cavalier an act in the midst of their escape. “Erm...what’re you-” She was silenced by the woman holding up a finger, still drinking. After another second or so, she’d drained the entire skin, pulling her mouth away from it with a wet *pop*. “Ahhh...fuckin’ hits the spot… Alright.” She murmured, stifling a burp and attaching the wineskin to her hip before pushing open the door leading out to the grounds. The air was cool and damp, similar to the dungeon, but much fresher and cleaner. The moon was full, casting a pale silvery glow over the entire courtyard that, oddly but thankfully, appeared to be abandoned, save for a lone guard snoozing against a log near the base of the wall. “Where is everyone?” Iselle whispered as they stole across the cobbled stone. “Drinking their arses off at the Festus, no doubt.” The woman huffed. “They think they’re so good at breaking down their prisoners that they don’t think they need to be watched, even on nights like this.” Iselle frowned. “Break...them down? What do you mean?” The woman suddenly clammed up, setting her jaw. “...No more questions.” She muttered. “Follow me.” The pair hurried to the outer wall where, true to theory, there was a spot in which the watchtower was at an angle such to render this particular section of the wall virtually invisible. The woman took the liberty of relieving the sleeping guard of his cutlass and coinpurse, smirking at Iselle’s disgruntled expression. “We need ‘em more’n he does.” She muttered as she tied the rope to the other end of the throwing axe, spun it a few times, and lobbed it over the stone border. It caught on the other side, and after a few tugs, the woman moved back over to the wall and started pulling herself up. The Princess’s eyes widened as she saw the amazon woman deftly scale the wall, her mouth slightly open in awe. The woman hoisted herself over the other side before turning and looking down at Iselle. “Alright, come on up.” The Princess wanted to protest, but she knew the longer she delayed, the more chance there was of her being caught and thrown back in that cell...or worse. Besides, she had to prove she wasn’t *completely* useless... Swallowing, she hurried over the rope, grabbed hold, and began climbing. Halfway up, her arms began to burn, but she gritted her teeth and powered through it until she reached the top. She pulled herself over the edge and dropped down next to the woman, who was now stood with her arms crossed. “Hmph...bout time.” She huffed. “Now, just one more thing…” Iselle watched as the woman strode over to the wall, and to her surprise, tugged down on her trousers, revealing her bare, toned ass to the moonlight. The Princess’s eyes widened as the woman spread her legs somewhat, angled her hips, and began pissing full force against the base of the wall, letting out a contented sigh as she did so. Iselle merely stared, open-mouthed, as her rescuer absolutely soaked the stone base in her urine. By the force of the stream and the strong scent, she must’ve been quite full up. After nearly 2 minutes, the woman cut off her stream, tucking herself back into her trousers. “Hmmm...there we go. Much better.” Iselle reddened as the woman turned back around and strode past her into the night. “W-what do you think you’re doing!?” The woman didn’t stop. “Pissing, what’s it look like?” The Princess’s blush deepened. “B-but we’re...we’re outside! Why didn’t you just g-go in the pot in the cell?” At this, the woman scowled. “We can either stand here’n yap about me pissin’ habits, or we can get to freedom. I’d rather do the latter, wouldn’t you?” The Princess opened her mouth as if to say something else, but she thought better of it. Instead, she merely nodded and hurried after the woman as they headed off into the night. ~~ They’d only been walking for twenty minutes when Iselle knew this was going to be rough going. She’d already tripped twice, torn her gown on some brambles, stumbled face-first into a branch and accidentally stepped in something rotten and foul-smelling that made her eyes sting. “Oy…” The amazonian woman huffed, turning and glowering at Iselle. “Watch your fuckin’ step, will yeh? Thrashin’ into everything, s’wonder the whole forest can’t hear yeh.” Iselle swallowed, hiking up her skirts as she hurried after the woman. “I-I’m trying! If you could perhaps slow down a little-” “The moon’s gonna be settin’ soon, and if we don’t make it to the creek before it goes behind the clouds, it’ll just be us and the wolves. We keep moving.” The woman interrupted, continuing on her quick stride. Iselle pursed her lips, but she continued hurrying after the woman, trying her best to step more carefully. “If we’re in such a hurry, I might ask why we stopped for you to have a spot of mead and...and...that thing you did on the wall…” Iselle huffed, blushing. The woman continued her long stride, though her scowl deepened. “Yer one sheltered brat, aren’t yeh? Don’t know nuffin’ about nuffin’.” Iselle set her jaw. “I know enough to know that drinking isn’t a priority when one is trying to escape captivity!” The woman suddenly stopped, turning and rounding on the Princess, her eyes glaring the smaller monarch down. “Listen, I know an uppity spoiled little harridan like yerself prob’ly ain’t been in a lot of prisons, but Yarth is special. Got all sorts o’ ways of keepin’ their prize prisoners in line...prisoners like me.” Iselle blinked. “...What do you mean?” The woman crossed her arms. “Ever heard of a Yarthian scenthound?” At the look of confusion on the girl’s face, the woman scoffed. “Thought not. Special breed o’ trackin’ hound...but instead of a person’s scent, they sniff out their excretions….namely, piss. More specifically, my piss.” Iselle balked, appalled at such a crude and ridiculous notion. “They...they track your…?” She swallowed. The woman leveled her gaze. “Yep. S’why I pissed on the wall. That should have their hounds goin’ in circles for a while, gives us extra time. ‘Sides, I needed a good slash ‘fore we got goin’.” She smirked at Iselle’s dumbfounded expression before cracking her neck. “Awright, lesson’s over, c’mon.” She muttered, turning and taking up her long stride once again. Iselle blinked, picking up her skirts again and hurrying after the woman. “W-wait, does that mean as soon as we relieve ourselves, they’ll find us?” “If I do, yeh. They probably didn’t bother their hounds with a scrawny little thing like you, anyone who looks at yeh could tell you wouldn’t last an hour on your own.” Iselle wrinkled in her nose in indignation, but she didn’t bother trying to contradict the surly amazon...at least, not right now. “So how are you going to keep them from...you know...catching your scent?” “By holding it.” The woman replied nonchalantly, pushing a large branch out of the way and stepping through the opening it made. Iselle frowned. “Holding it? The...the whole time?” At this, the amazon woman turned. “Yeh sound surprised.” The Princess raised her eyebrow, curling her lip. “Well...yes! You’re talking about simply...not peeing! For...for over a day!” The woman huffed. “When yeh been living the life I have, yeh tend to build up a certain tolerance for discomfort. Now, keep moving.” The Princess could hardly believe it. Surely the woman couldn’t be serious about simply abstaining from relieving herself for the duration of their journey? Her bladder couldn’t be that strong...could it?” Iselle found herself suddenly idly imagining the cavernous organ contained behind the amazon woman’s toned, bronzed abdomen, swelling with piss, unable to escape...held back by a shaking, trembling- Iselle quickly shook her head of the intrusive thoughts, her cheeks coloring as she hurried after the woman once again. ~~~ They walked for another half hour or so, and Iselle actually managed to keep pace pretty well...or rather, she didn’t get any more gripes from her stalwart guide about bumping into things. As the trees began to thin, a strange sound began to tickle at Iselle’s ears… a sound she soon recognized to be running water. They broke the treeline and came upon a middling stream, carving a border between the outskirts of Yarth and the Deeplands. The moonlight reflected off the flowing waters, making them appear almost silvery as they gurgled and churned their way downstream. The woman made her way to the bank, kneeling and uncorking her wineskin before dipping it into the river, letting it fill with water. The Princess watched with surprise as the woman lifted the now full waterskin to her lips, drank the whole thing, and then stuck her hand back into the stream to refill it. She repeated this process a few times, having drunk maybe 3 skins full before finally filling it one last time and reattaching it to her belt. “Hey, wait!” The Princess huffed, shuffling down to the woman. “If those dogs can find you by your...excretions, then perhaps you shouldn’t drink so much...” The woman wiped her mouth, shooting Iselle a glare. “Come.” She muttered simply, getting to her feet and starting along the banks of the stream. ~~ They continued on for another hour, and Iselle was beginning to grow tired. Granted, the going along the banks was much faster, what with the even ground and the light of the moon to guide them, but it still felt as though they were walking towards nothing. In order to take her mind off her sore feet, Iselle cleared her throat. “Might I at least learn the name of my sterling rescuer?” “Nope.” The woman murmured, stepping over a rotted log that Iselle had to clamber over. The Princess huffed. “Why not? If we’re going to be traveling together, we may as well at least be cordial-” “The less folks know about me, pup, the better.” The woman growled. “We’re not friends, we’re not comrades, hell, we’re not even acquaintances.” Iselle frowned. “But sure my father will want to know the name of the brave soul who-” “Brave nuffin’. I said I’d get you out, I’ve no interest in becomin’ one o’ yer little prissy posh friends.” Iselle huffed indignantly. “Goodness, are you always so unpleasant?” The woman snorted. “Niceness never paid for nothin’, pup, and it don’t help you survive. When the world is mean, you gotta be mean back, savvy?” Iselle frowned at the brusque reasoning, but she didn’t challenge it. “...Will you at least tell me where we’re going?” She called. At this, the woman turned again, glaring at the girl. “I told yeh t’ fuckin’ keep it down, didn’t I?” Iselle closed her mouth, scowling… but as her gaze idled towards the stream, so did her thoughts return to the multiple skins of water the woman had downed...all without the intention to let it out once nature had run its course, apparently. Try as she might, Iselle couldn’t stop thinking about it… Having grown up around stately duchesses and Ladies who would attend meetings and events all day without even a hope of a privy, Iselle had developed a...shall we say, fascination with women with extraordinary capacities. She’d find herself in her father’s audience chambers, watching as the court scribe dutifully copied down the proceedings of the meeting, having been there since dawn and drained the tea pot next to them thrice as they wiggled around trying to keep a lid on their own “teapot”, or seeing the Mistress of Treasury sit through long-winded reports about the state of the nation’s finances, drinking all the time to combat the summer afternoon heat... Iselle would have no idea of just how swollen and full the bladders of those women had become until she saw them afterwards, surreptitiously rubbing their stocking-clad thighs together as they fought to keep the entire day’s worth of piss held back as they were plumbed with questions or directives from her oblivious father… Her illicit nostalgic musings were interrupted as the warrior woman suddenly stopped, causing Iselle to walk headfirst into her back. “Watch it!” The woman hissed, turning her head round to glare at the girl. “We’ll make camp here for the night and make the bridge tomorrow.” Iselle blinked, unsure if she’d heard the woman correctly. “W- here?” She asked incredulously. The woman huffed again. “If’n that’s too lowborn for yer soft little arse, feel free t’ try your luck with the forest.” She muttered before starting back towards the stream again. Iselle watched her go, looking down at the woman and then back up at the forest, now looking particularly menacing as a black mass of gnarled trees stretching all the way down the bank, containing all manner of nastiness. Swallowing, she simply sat down on a rock and hugged her knees to her chest whilst the woman gathered firewood, shivering a bit in the cool night air. The amazon returned a few moments later, carrying large piles of lumber on each broad shoulder and setting them down on the little patch of ground they’d cleared off next to the stream. Iselle watched the woman strike a stone against the axe she’d taken, producing sparks that set the tinder alight. Once the fire was burning nicely, the woman took out her water skin, and once again, drained it of all its contents. Like before, Iselle could not help but imagine where all that water was going, but she knew better than to implore the woman to slow down. Perhaps she had been lying about the scenthounds...it was a rather ridiculous notion, after all; dogs who are trained to track urine? What a tale… Or maybe, she really was planning to just hold it in, the whole time… Iselle watched as the woman went back down to the stream to refill her skin before coming back up, dragging a rock over, and laying down with her head against it. “Here.” She murmured, tossing the girl the skin. “Best keep hydrated, ‘specially out here.” The girl frowned, looking down at the rather rustic-looking waterskin. After a glance back up at the woman, she uncorked it and tipped the skin back over her mouth, taking care not to touch it to her lips. The water was cool and clear, and as she drank, Iselle realized how thirsty she was. Before she knew it, she’d drained the whole thing, and when she handed it back to the woman, it was with an apologetic grimace. The woman merely huffed, snatching it back and reattaching it to her hip before crossing her burly arms. “Just go to sleep. We leave at dawn.” ~~~ Unsurprisingly, Iselle had a tough time getting to sleep. Her traveling partner was clearly accustomed to such spartan surroundings, having fallen asleep within moments, but Iselle simply could not get comfortable on the hard ground with only a stone for a pillow. When at last she did manage to doze off, it felt like she’d closed her eyes for a mere few minutes before she found herself shaken awake, and aware of two things. One, her grumbling stomach alerted her to the fact that she hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning, and two, her bladder hadn’t been emptied since the pot last night. “Rise n’ shine, pup, day’s awastin’. We got a lot of ground to cover, and I ain’t keen on stayin’ in this forest another night.” Iselle sat up, rubbing one of her eyes and nursing a strange stiffness in her neck. The woman had clearly been up for a while; Iselle could see the remnants of a cooking fire, and a smattering of fish bones around the pit...and in front of her were two of what she assumed were those same fish. “Eat up…” The woman murmured, already drinking deeply from her waterskin again. Iselle once again was forced to imagine where that liquid was going...if the woman was telling the truth about those scenthounds, she was going to have to keep it corked up, all day… goodness, she’d certainly be bursting by the time they reached the castle. Iselle felt a shiver go up her spine just thinking about it… “Oy, Princess.” The woman huffed, interrupting the Princess’s thoughts once again. “Eat. Yeh need yer strength, I’m sure as hell not gonna be carryin’ yeh all day.” The Princess swallowed, nodding and looking down towards the whole roasted fish on the spit. She plucked one up, biting into the side as her eyes continued to stay on her stalwart companion. The woman finished off her waterskin, and as she headed back down towards the stream to refill it, the Princess was reminded of her own full “waterskin”… best take care of it now, while they were still at camp. But where? There was virtually no protection from prying eyes near the stream, and she was not keen on simply baring her arse for anyone to see. Perhaps she could simply wait… Just then, she heard the warrior woman’s heavy footfalls behind her, and she turned just in time to see the woman dispose of the last of their spent firewood. “We’re leaving in four minutes… anything needs doin, do it now, cause we’re not stoppin’ till we reach the bridge.” The Princess blinked. “I-you mean we’re simply going to walk all day?” The woman nodded. “Pretty much…Unless yeh forgot we’ve probably got a platoon of Yarthians after us...” Iselle huffed. “Surely you can’t be serious, we can’t just walk the whole day! We’ll need to stop to eat again, at the very least, plus these shoes are certainly not made for-” “Yeh want to get home, don’t yeh?” The woman interrupted, glaring down at the woman. “Sooner we reach that bridge, sooner we’re out o’ range of them scumrot Yarthians, and sooner I don’t have a whiny priss ridin’ me arse.” The Princess pursed her lips again as the woman finished cleaning up their campsite. “Hmph...fine, I am ready now.” “Like hell yeh are. Yeh still ain’t had a mornin’ piss.” The Princess’s nostrils flared in indignation as her cheeks lit up. “Just what do you mean by-” “When I said we ain’t stoppin’, I mean we ain’t stoppin.” The woman huffed. “Not even when yeh start hoppin’ up an’ down, hands buried between them pretty little legs of yours cause yeh didn’t go when yeh had the chance. It’s either here, or down your leg while we’re walkin’. Your choice.” Iselle was constantly surprised by the woman’s crassness, her utter...blatancy about such issues. But she was right… Iselle already felt a decent pressure now. There was no way she’d be able to go all day without relief, and she certainly didn’t plan on weeing on herself like a little waif…With a huff, she swept towards the trees, hoping to at least find a bush or somewhere somewhat secluded. As she popped a squat behind a few shrubs, she wondered what her compatriot must feel, having not even relieved herself since last night on the wall...and having consumed quite a lot since then, for reasons unclear… When Iselle re-emerged, the woman was fastening the stolen sword to her waist, her face looked a little tight...and Iselle might’ve imagined it, but she could’ve sworn she saw a little bit of a bulge forming in the woman’s abdomen. “Finished? Good, we’re already burnin’ daylight.” ~~~ After crossing the stream and into the dappled meadow fields, Iselle took a moment to marvel at just how wild and untamed everything looked. Back in Callimore, they had a dedicated group of gardeners who maintained the plant life around the castle, keeping it trim and tidy in a manner befitting the royal house...but here, where everything was allowed to flourish, unburdened and unbridled...it was its own beauty. Of course, the woman ahead of her didn’t seem to think so, hacking and slashing the low hanging branches out of their way as they went along without so much as a second thought. This was how they spent the entire morning, save for a few pauses where the amazonian woman would refill her waterskin at a running river or clear-looking pond. What happened to “we’re not stoppin’”? The Princess thought sardonically, but she didn’t voice her complaints...she still wasn’t completely certain this towering woman wouldn’t snap her neck if pushed too hard. They made camp again that evening, with the woman catching more fish and drinking more water. Iselle was more than happy to excuse herself for another wee in the woods, but when she came back, she could see a definitely bulge had formed in the woman’s navel. She really was serious about not peeing… part of Iselle looked forward to learning just *how* serious... The next day was the same...hours of walking, and of drinking on the woman’s part...and Iselle might’ve been reading too much into it, but it looked as though her gait were getting stiffer the longer they went on. After a little while longer, they reached their first real halt in the path. A ravine, too wide to jump and too deep to climb down. Iselle frowned, looking up at the woman for a solution, but the woman was already rewinding the rope around the axe. Iselle blinked. “What are you doing?” The woman ignored the princess, continuing to wind the rope and tying it off before swinging and tossing it up to a branch, where it wrapped around and pulled tau. The woman gave it a couple tugs before turning to Iselle. “Grab hold of me.” The Princess reddened. “I...I beg your-” “Shut your yappin’ and grab hold of me, we ain’t got all day.” The woman huffed, taking Iselle’s arm and yanking her close. Iselle yelped as she was pulled, blushing a bit at the amazon’s hand on her waist, but before she could say anything else, the woman took a running leap with her in tow. Iselle had to stifle a scream as they swung across the ravine, now clutching the woman hard around the middle...were she any less terrified, she would’ve enjoyed feeling the hard little bump in the woman’s abdomen; over a gallon of water and not letting it out for two days, it was a wonder she wasn’t pissing her trousers. As they landed on the other side, the woman was laughing, amused by the fright on Iselle’s face. “Heh heh…let’s keep movin’.” ~ The rest of the morning and afternoon was one long walk. Iselle had been careful to drink only enough water to keep hydrated, knowing her companion was unlikely to stop so she could tinkle. Conversely, the woman seemed to drink even more, to the point where Iselle was sure her bladder had to be bursting. And yet, outside of a stiffer walk or a slight abdominal bulge, the woman showed no outward signs of needing a wee...none that Iselle could parse through, anyways. The woman continued hacking her way through the brush, her muscles rippling in her sweat-slicked arms. Iselle found herself staring more than she maybe should’ve, but she couldn’t help the tingle in her core every time she saw the woman’s chiseled back flexing with every swing. Before she knew it, the trees were thinning. They emerged onto a hill that crested into an open knoll, where a little ways away stood an ornate bridgepost, connected to a bridge spanning a ravine even wider than the one they’d swung across. A splashing roar sounded in her ears...this bridge must’ve been built over a river. Iselle approached the woman, who was already peering towards. “What’s this?” The woman looked down, frowning. “Blimey, yeh don’t know anythin’ outside of home, do yeh. That there’s the Endsgate bridge, Princess. Border of Callimore’s just a little ways away on the other side...We should reach it by nightfall.” Iselle felt her heart leap for joy… it hadn’t been the most horrible couple days, but the thought of home was still quite lovely. The woman turned to her. “Settlin’ this here and now. I want gold, up front. Once yer old man pays, I let you go, and not a second before, savvy?” Iselle swallowed, but she nodded. The woman huffed through her nose. “Good. Now, let’s-” “There they are!” A voice called from behind them. Iselle whirled around just in time to see horses burst through the treeline, each topped with an armored man in teal and silver...the colors of Yarth. “Stop right there!” Iselle yelped, turning to the woman. “They’ve found us!? But I thought-” “Shut up and run!” The woman shouted, taking off in a run down the bridge. Iselle bolted after her, running as fast as her legs would carry her. “W-why are we doing this!” She called. “We can’t outrun them forever!” “We don’t need to!” the woman called. “We just need to get across the bridge!” It was coming up...the end of the bridge was getting closer, but so was the brigade behind them, Iselle could hear them closing in. She sprinted even faster...just a little farther… Just then, a flaming arrow sailed overhead, piercing the right bridge post and setting it on fire. Iselle screeched to halt, shielding her face from the heat of the blaze as more and more flaming arrows pierced the bridge, sending more of it up in flames. Slats felt out and into the waters below, and the rope was snapping under the heat and pressure. The bridge pitched and yawned, threatening to collapse completely. The fire crept closer, stranding them in the middle. “W-what do we do now!?” Iselle cried. The amazon woman set her jaw, looking round before looking at Iselle. “Grab hold of me, and don’t let go.” She huffed. Iselle didn’t need telling twice, grappling the woman. “Oy, mercenary!” one of the men called. “Give us the Princess, and your debts and transgressions against the crown of Yarth will be forgiven!” Iselle looked up at the woman, who had clenched her jaw again as Iselle’s arms dug into her ever-filling bladder. “Hold your breath.” She grunted. “What? Why wouldddaaAAAAHHH!” Iselle cried as the woman leapt off the bridge, followed by a hail of arrows. Iselle took a deep breath just before they plunged into the water, shutting her eyes tight and holding on the woman with all her might. Darkness and water swirled around her, getting in her nose, making her cough and take in even more. Her lungs screamed for air, and she felt her head getting hazy...getting...dizzy… ~~~ Iselle awoke with a start, coughing up water and gasping for breath as the woman sat beside her on the riverbank, stoking a fire. She sat up, shivering and freezing as she looked around. “W-what happened? Where are we?” “Bout 50 leagues west of the border.” The woman muttered. “We got swept away in the current, couldn’t pull us out till we got to gentler waters.” Iselle swallowed, still wheezing. “H-how far is that from home?” The woman huffed. Three or four days, give or take.” Iselle swallowed, looking around. She didn’t recognize these woods...but the woman seemed to, even if-” Her eyes widened as they fell upon the arrow shaft sticking out of the woman’s arm. “Y-you’re hurt!” She exclaimed. The woman grunted. “I’m fine.” Iselle swallowed, looking at the arrow. “But...but it could become infected...We need to treat it.” The woman looked at her. “Yeh know how to treat arrow wounds?” Iselle nodded. “As a matter of fact I do. Part of my ‘fancy lessons from my ivory tower’.” She reached down, grabbing the meadskin. “This is going to hurt.” She murmured before grabbing the arrow and slowly pulling it out. The woman grimaced, gritting her teeth, but she didn’t cry out. Once the arrow was free, Iselle tore off a piece of her dress, soaked it in water and began cleaning out the wound. “So...that’s it, then…” The woman looked up. “Eh?” Iselle looked up at her. “Those scenthounds...you’ll pee eventually, and they’ll find us…” The woman huffed, turning back to the fire. “I told you...I’m not gonna let them catch my scent.” Iselle blinked. “But it’s been days-” “-And I’m gonna hold it.” The woman said, cutting the girl off with a glare. “I got plenty of room left, I’ll drink the whole river if I wanna, savvy?” Iselle clammed up. She’d have been delighted in the fact that she’d get to see the woman’s bladder balloon up even more if she wasn’t worried that the woman’s arrogance would get them killed. But, no need to go on being antagonistic now… “Well...erm, thank you, for saving me from the river…” She murmured, continuing to dab at the wound. The woman huffed. “Can’t collect a bounty on a dead princess, can I?” Iselle pursed her lips, continuing to clean the wound. “Even so...it was very brave. And you didn’t give me over to them, either…” The woman huffed again. “Turn you over to those two-bit lowlife scumrot pigs? I’ll take you home with me ‘fore I let them get their hands on you… No woman should have to suffer at the hands of men...yeh deserve better’n that, at least...” Iselle felt a small smile creep onto her lips. “And here I thought you were going to keep pretending not to be honorable. You know… you remind me of someone, back home. Ser Ashelin Waldethor, The Captain of the Callimore Guard. First woman in the position, actually... Hell of a fighter, she saved my caravan from bandits. It’s what got her the post. You could have one too, if you ever wanted… Euna knows I’d vouch for you…?” “-Brynna.” Iselle looked up. “Pardon?” The woman swallowed. “M’name’s Brynna. Brynna Carth. Figure we’re bout as familiar as any two strangers can be, now...” Iselle nodded. “Brynna...that’s a nice name. Strong and beautiful, like its owner.” Brynna huffed. “Don’t patronize me, pup...just cause yeh may not be quite as useless annoyin’ as I thought yeh were don’t mean yeh get to talk all cute n’ soft to me…” Iselle’s grin widened. “So you think it’s cute?” Brynna scowled, but the truth was already out. Iselle plucked the piece of her dress drying on the fire and wrapped it around Brynna’s arm, making sure it was tight enough to stay on. “Heh...probably the only chance I’ll have to wear silks…” She murmured, watching Iselle work. Iselle only smiled in response. “When we get home, I’ll make sure you have enough to buy all the silks you want.” She said softly. They slept a short while, waking early in the morning to start back up the river. With Brynna’s left arm somewhat incapacitated, she had to teach Iselle how to forage, and set small rudimentary traps. The Princess tried her best, and managed to even snare some small game, but it was very clear how dependent upon Brynna she was. This went on for a few days; Every night they’d find space along the bank to rest, and Iselle would change Brynna’s bandages. At this time, she’d see how pronounced the bulge in the woman’s abdomen was getting. Five days, and not a single drop of piss… But despite it all, the woman powered through. Even when they were caught by a stowed brigade, and Brynna had to fight them all one handed, even taking a spear hilt to the bladder, she didn’t break. The roughlands challenged them even more, the heat getting such that they hardly left the river bank, taking time to drink when they could and (for Iselle) to pee, but Brynna kept it corked up. They’d had to scale a cliff face using the rope from before, and as Iselle wrapped her legs around Brynna’s waist, she could almost comfortably rest her legs on the curve of Brynna’s bloated bladder. Iselle got more and more comfortable with being outdoors. She’d tore her dress in two and sewn the halves separately to make makeshift trousers, and had taken to practicing with a little hunting knife to defend and hunt, even managing to bring down a doe with it. “Not bad, pup…” Brynna had chuckled, though the tightness on her face prevented her from laughing fully. Iselle had gotten lax about toilet matters as well, to the point where one day she simply lifted her leg against a tree and let loose, sighing as her pee ran into the roots below. Brynna was always nearby, pointedly not looking as her bladder seemed to get even fuller at the sound of Iselle’s relief. She had to be beyond desperate by now, and Iselle could tell the pressure was getting to her every time she’d bend over or cock her hips or rub her abdomen when she thought Iselle wasn’t looking. After over six total days of walking, they finally reached the mouth of the river. “Not far now…” Brynna grunted, now looking nearly pregnant with pee as she soldiered on. “Border of Callimore is close.” Iselle nodded, looking up. “It’s getting dark. Maybe we should make camp…” Brynna shook her head. “There’s a hamlet a little ways away. An old friend of mine lives there, owes me a favor. They got a farm...we can bunk there for the night, should be safe.” the woman grunted, trying futilely to keep concealed just how full the swollen bladder between her legs really was. Much as she wanted to focus on the woman’s bulging abdomen, the prospect of some sort of shelter, even a modest sort, immediately took over Iselle’s mind. After the days of wandering the countryside and keeping ahead of those Yarthian goons, a village didn’t sound too bad. She followed excitedly after the woman as they continued their trek down the craggy pass, eventually coming upon a squat collection of huts and abodes encircled by a low stone wall. The bedraggled pair staggered up to it, looking right stunted; Iselle from exhaustion, and Brynna from holding back litres of pee for days longer than she’d expected to. As they reached the farmhouse, Brynna turned to Iselle. “Stay here…” She murmured, handing her a knife. “Don’t talk t’ anyone till I come out and get you, understood?” Iselle nodded, taking the dagger. Brynna turned and strode into the small house, leaving Iselle standing outside. The town looked innocuous enough...small, quaint and sleepy, like any of the outlying villages in Callimore. Given that they were still in the Deeplands, she figured her name wouldn’t carry a lot of weight, but she still would much rather have been by Brynna’s side right now...for strategic purposes, of course. A moment later, the amazon woman re-emerged, and it looked as though her swollen bladder had already gotten larger. “C’mon. Barn’s out back.” ~~ Moments later the pair were situated on a pile of straw covered in quilts...despite the ramshackle nature of the bedding, it was like a royal cotton mattress to Iselle’s exhausted body. She looked over at Brynna lying next to her, legs pressed together as her swollen bladder stuck straight up in the air. Iselle could only think about the woman’s fight against the Yarthian mercenaries, how she dispatched them so easily… she could pee whenever she wanted, and it wouldn’t matter cause she’d be able to protect herself… but Iselle couldn’t, so she held it in…” “Brynna…?” Iselle murmured softly. The amazon woman turned to her, her face tight with discomfort. Iselle swallowed. “I- thank you, for everything… Saving me from the river, a-and...and those guards…” Brynna huffed gently. “Nng...I said I’d get you home, and I’m...nng, I’m a woman of my word, pup.” She said softly. Iselle wrestled with her next question before curiosity overcame her. “If we’re really depending on you not relieving yourself to stay safe, why is it you drink so much?” Brynna let out a dry laugh at that, to Iselle’s surprise. “You can thank those Yarthian bastards for that. Had their alchemists whip up some sorta draught, makes you thirstier’n a daffodil in a desert. Gotta keep well-hydrated so I don’t pass out, and another bit of insurance against us escapin’... even if we drink enough to stave off the potion’s effects, any regular person would be pissing themselves before they even got out of sight of the castle. Luckily for us, I’m not regular.” She smirked before wincing through another pang in her distended bladder. “Fuck if I wouldn’t love a good slash right now, though…” Iselle frowned. “Are you-” “I’m fine.” The woman huffed “I’ll fill up to me eyeballs in piss ‘fore I let them get us. They couldn’t break me in Yarth, and they won’t break me now. I’m strong...you’re strong, too, yeh just don’t know it yet.” The Princess continued peering at Brynna for a while longer, as if wrestling with something inside herself. “...Goodnight, Brynna…” She murmured after a moment, snuggling down into the hay and closing her eyes. After what felt like merely a moment, she was shaken awake. “Iselle. Iselle. Wake up, fuckin’ wake up!” Brynna hissed, shaking the young Princess. Iselle blearily opened her eyes, rubbing at them. “Huh? Wuzzat, what’s goin’ on?” She murmured sleepily. Brynna had already gotten to her feet, cinching her effects back to her waist, now almost entirely obscured by her bulbous bladder. Just then, the sound of hooves and clanging armor sounded in the distance, getting closer and closer...they were in the town. Iselle bolted upright, leaping to her feet and hurrying to the door to peer through the crack. Just as she thought, the same platoon of Yarthian guards they’d encountered at the bridge was back...how had they tracked them here? She turned back to Brynna, who had already lifted a couple slats out of the back of the barn. “Nng...come on, pup, you first…” She muttered. Iselle did as instructed, crawling out the narrow opening and turning to help Brynna do the same. It was a bit harder for the woman, given her larger frame and egregiously engorged middle. Brynna actually groaned as the wooden slats squeezed her bladder from either side, as if doing their best to squeeze her pent up urine from her before she popped through the other side. She staggered to her feet, leaning against the barn for a moment. Iselle watched the woman slide up and down the wall, powerful thighs twisted about like sailing knots. Were they not in danger, Iselle would’ve surely taken time to enjoy the sight. Finally, Brynna seemed to get herself under control enough so that she could start moving. “Let’s go. Now.” She hissed, hurrying away from the barn and into the grassy meadow behind it. Not even a moment later, a call rang out. “Captain! The barn!” “Into the trees…” Brynna muttered as they approached the outskirts of the grove. “Hurry!” The two took off into a full run as the guard bore down on the barn they’d just been sleeping in. Iselle struggled to keep up with the amazon, whose sprint was incredible even as a swollen bladder bounced up and down within her. Try as she might, Iselle felt herself falling a bit behind. “B-Brynna!” She wheezed, every breath feeling like she were inhaling fire. The amazon woman stopped, bending over at the hip before turning towards Iselle. She set her jaw. “Nng...Hop on.” She muttered, pointing a thumb at her back. Iselle blinked, hardly able to believe what the woman was suggesting, but the voices behind her getting louder cleared up her hesitation. She hurried towards the woman, climbing up on her back. She hooked her legs around the front, earning a prolonged groan from Brynna as her heels dug into the taut flesh of her protruding bladder. Still, the woman took off running, moving with a power and dexterity that was surprising given her two burdens. Iselle merely clung to her rescuer, trying not to press her ankles into Brynna’s bladder too much… after all, the woman’s prodigious muscles were the only things keeping them from being completely vulnerable. Finally, they reached the trees, and Brynna dove headfirst into the brush without even breaking her stride. They continued on like this for a few more minutes before Brynna began to slow down and eventually stop, letting Iselle down as her chest heaved with exertion. Iselle swallowed, looking behind her… The voices and sounds of horsemen had stopped. They were safe. She looked to Brynna, who had taken a moment to sit down, leaning against a tree. “H-how did they find us?” Brynna was still breathing heavily, cradling her bladder with one hand and propping herself up with the other. “R-rat bastard...sold us out…” She huffed. Iselle tried to ignore the woman’s ample bust heaving with every breath. “We… we have to keep going.” Iselle swallowed, nodding. She extended her hands to help the woman up, pulling with all her might to get the amazon woman to her feet. They continued into the forest, though this time, Iselle took the lead. Brynna was exhausted from carrying them both, and her remaining strength was dedicated to keeping her pelvic sphincter locked tight...that was the one muscle she couldn’t have give way. They walked far into the night, Iselle brandishing Brynna’s sword as they stumbled through the shadowy woods. The only times they stopped were to refill the waterskin to keep Brynna from collapsing under the effects of the potion, and then they would be off again. After a short while, Brynna regained enough of her vitality to take the lead again, but it was still slow going. The woman’s gait was stunted, jerky, and twitching this way and that as the contents of her too-long held bladder pulsed within her, having been denied purely on the woman’s will alone…. She had to be beyond bursting, and yet she confined herself to merely a little wiggle or tensing of thighs...Iselle would’ve been hopping up and down right now if she was holding even a fraction of the pee the woman behind her was… and she was holding it in just for her… Before she knew it, the sky began to change. First, inky black became navy blue, then steel grey before slowly becoming overrun with streaks of gold, scarlet and purple as the day began to overtake the night. As light returned to the world, Iselle got a clear look at her surroundings...these trees were mostly birch, oak and pine...a far cry from the cypress and spruce of Yarth. They broke through the treeline just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, and in the distance they could just make out a castle. Iselle’s castle. They’d made it back to Callimore. She turned to Brynna with excitement. “Brynna! We’re back in Callimore!” She exclaimed. Brynna leaned against a tree, squinting into the morning sun. A weak smile formed on her face, and she let out a bit of a chuckle. “So we are. Bout bloody time…” She muttered, causing Iselle to giggle. Brynna pushed herself upright, taking a deep breath and starting down the narrow slope, biting back a curse as each step down was a jackknife in her seam-splitting bladder. Iselle couldn’t take her eyes off it...despite the brilliant sunrise, the bulbous aching bladder contained behind the soft squirming mons of Brynna’s was the loveliest thing she could see. Brynna seemed to catch her staring once again, but rather than say anything, she just gave a little smirk. “C’mon, then…Castle’s awaitin’...We should make it there by nightfall” Iselle reddened a bit, folding her hands in front of her before looking up. “We...you know, perhaps we needn’t hurry… we’re home now, the Yarthians wouldn’t dare cross our borders...there’s an inn, a little ways into the valley. We can rest there for a spell…” She murmured, her eyes still drifting to Brynna’s bulbous abdomen. The amazon woman frowned before another spasm rocked her bladder. “Nng...inn sounds good…” She groaned, following Iselle down into the glen. By the time they reached the little village, it seemed Brynna was reaching the end of her tether...and unsurprising, given that she’d held back a deluge of hot, steaming piss for over a week, all while taking care of the both of them with nothing but her muscles and her own determination to keep her from flooding her trousers. Whatever she was about to gush forth, Iselle knew she wanted to be there to see it. “Come… just a little further…” She murmured softly even as Brynna staggered along behind her. “Nn...haaa…” The woman groaned. “L-let’s just hurry...Lusione’s tists, I’m fuckin’ busting…” she breathed, sending a delightful shiver up Iselle’s spine. The pair made it to the village just as the sun cleared the tops of the forest. Iselle quickened her stride. Brynna was clearly moments away from giving her surroundings a thorough bath, they had to be quick. She pulled them into the nearest inn, striding past a young sweeping boy up to the counter. The innkeeper turned as she heard customers. “Morning, and welcome to my i- Princess!?” She gasped. Iselle nodded. “I need a room, please. With a large chamber pot…” Suddenly, she felt Brynna’s lips near her ear, her breath shaky as she whispered. “T-two…” Iselle felt nearly faint with arousal. “Make that two large chamber pots.” The innkeeper blinked, looking round at Brynna, her eyes widening even more. “Isn’t that… Isn’t she-” “She is my retainer.” Iselle interrupted. “And she is under my protection. Whatever crimes or slights she is charged with, consider them pardoned. Now, the room and the pots, miss, lest things get rather...damp.” The woman merely swallowed and nodded, gesturing to the sweeper to fetch the pots. Moments later, the pair were in a room, and the sweeper was dragging in two large chamber pots. “These the biggest we have… Reckon they’ll-” “Yeah, thanks kid, now get out.” Brynna huffed, shoving the boy out the door and slamming it shut before jamming a hand into her crotch, her thick thighs scissoring around her hand as she throws her head back in agony. “Fuck, fuck fuck I gotta piss…” she growls. Iselle can hardly stand it, she’s so aroused… and there was nothing more she wanted than to watch the woman gush into those pots, but there was no way she’d be able to explain that. “I’ll give you some privacy…” She murmured, swallowing and moving towards the door. “You stop right there.” Brynna hissed, causing Iselle to freeze in her tracks. The Amazon pushed herself off the door, hand still buried between her thighs. “Yeh think I’m stupid, pup?” Iselle blinked. “Stupid? I don’t-” “Yeh think I didn’t notice you askin’ all those questions about me bladder, starin’ at me when I drink or fidget around?” Despite the immense pain she must’ve been in, a smirk still appeared on Brynna’s sweat-slicked face. “Yeh been gettin off on thinkin’ about me holdin’ my piss this whole time, haven’t yeh.” Iselle’s face went beet red. “I-I’m sure I don’t know what you’re-” Brynna chuckled again. “Fuckin’ thought so. Little Miss Prim and Proper, a dirty little strumpet. Come on, then…” She muttered, already undoing her trousers. Iselle felt as though she could hardly breathe. “Come...what?” Brynna bit her lip. “I been aching for this piss forever. Don’t tell me yeh don’t wanna see it.” Iselle swallowed; she’d been caught. All she could do was stand there as Brynna kicked off her trousers, straddling the pot, and after over week of drinking and denying herself the explosive relief she finally craved, Brynna let out a yell as her golden nectar sprayed forth from her tender lips, hitting the bottom of the pot with such force it was as though Euna had opened up the heavens for their rain. Iselle was paralyzed...watching the pee rope out from between the woman’s sculpted thighs was more than she could bear, and before she knew it, she’d strode forward, pressing her lips against Brynna’s as she slid a hand against her still-pissing labia, rubbing back and forth with quick strokes. Brynna grunted into the Princess’s mouth as her swollen bladder deflated, and her equally swollen labia felt hotter and hotter until she was bucking her hips into the Princess’s plae, dainty hand. Suddenly, she pulled away, much to Iselle’s dismay. “Hold on…” She cut off her flow, grimacing as she moved the full pot away. No sooner had she pulled the empty one underneath her than her stream started again, and she proceeded to stick her tongue back down the Princess’s throat. She resumed humping her hand until, with an uncharacteristically girlish squeal, she climaxed all over the Princess’s fingers. Iselle was so primed and ready, as soon as she felt Brynna clench around her fingers, she shuddered through her own orgasm, her unspoiled flower gushing with her virginal juices. The two women pulled apart, a strand of saliva still connecting their lips. The Princess merely stared at Brynna, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. “Wow...t-that was-” “Yeah.” Brynna interrupted, licking her lips with a libertine grin. “Now, what’s this about bein’ your retainer?” THE END
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  8. Hi everyone, I'm excited to finally be posting on this forum. I've been a long time lurker here, and finally decided to join the community. This is my very first post, and I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to leave comments for me about my writing or ask questions if you're curious about my stories! Thank you all in advance! --- Some background first: My former job was as an associate psychologist, working for a child and adolescent mental health services (CAMHS) agency. We were running a pilot programme whereby school psychologists/ social workers/ counsellors could call in and refer a student with suspected mental health conditions (e.g., depression, anxiety, OCD, PTSD, eating disorders, conduct disorders) for a free mental health assessment – with their parent or legal guardian’s consent, of course. If we accepted the case, myself or one of my colleagues would travel down to the school and speak to the student in what’s known as a clinical interview. We also would interview the parents or legal guardians to get a more holistic picture of the student’s struggles, as well as the student’s form tutor or other teachers. After a couple of weeks, we would then put together a report with our findings, as well as management plan with our recommendations for the student (e.g. to receive counselling for XXX issues, to have a teacher aide assigned to them during class, to receive extra time during exams). Sometimes there was a ‘happy ending’ when the student began receiving extra support and care for their mental wellbeing. Other times, it was frustrating and sad to see how the student’s school and/or parents were, for various reasons, unable or unwilling to help. The programme eventually shut down due to lack of funding and other systemic issues, however, I remember my time fondly there due to the meaningful work in youth mental health… and also the countless opportunities to indulge in my budding omorashi interests! Here’s a short story about one of those times where I had a close call. If this takes off, I might write in greater detail about my experiences when I can! ___ When I was new on the job, I was assigned to shadow an older, more experienced colleague whom I will refer to as Zara. I was to follow her out on her school visits for the first 2-3 months and learn how to conduct the mental health assessments according to our agency’s protocols. At the very beginning, I was not expected to conduct the assessments at all, but simply sit in to observe and take detailed notes, which would later contribute towards the report we would write together. Now, because our agency wanted to minimise travel costs (we were given transport allowances to take taxis or Grab/ Uber/ Lyft cars between our office and the schools), we were encouraged to do all the interviews on the same day to minimise the need for multiple visits to the same school (these were the days before Covid and the rise of online meeting platforms like Zoom). That usually meant spending about half the day for each school assessment, speaking to the student, parents/ legal guardians, and any school staff who wanted to offer us information about said student. It was not uncommon to spend up to 4-5 hours in the same meeting room with little to no breaks while we spoke to all these people! On this particular day, Zara had scheduled a school visit after lunch. I took great care to minimise my fluid intake from mid-morning onwards, sipping water only when necessary. I also made sure to use the restroom right before we set out on a 20-minute taxi ride to the school. There, we were greeted by the school social worker, who showed us to a small meeting room within the reception office. I had been keeping an eye out for signs pointing out the restrooms, but there weren’t any, and I was much too shy to ask. I reassured myself that I would be ok, and that as a student myself years ago I often lasted entire 7-hour school days without a single restroom visit. However, it had been cold and rainy all day, which usually makes me have to pee more. That’s how I found myself already needing to pee just barely an hour into the assessment, and I began to worry. From the background information that the school social worker had given us, I knew that this student we were interviewing that day was Alex (not his real name), a 14-year-old boy in foster care. He came from a complex family involving multiple stressors such as divorce, domestic violence, and a history of drug use on his biological father’s side. He had been referred to us as he had been having panic attacks in class and was observed to be in a low, depressed mood for the past 3 months. As Zara spoke to Alex, he broke down crying at many points as he told us, in great detail, about the horrific abuse he’d endured or witnessed at home. This gave us plenty of information for our report, and perhaps one for CPS too, but it meant that the student interview segment lasted for just over 2.5 hours! And we still had to speak to Alex’s foster parents, not to mention his teachers! I had been hoping that we would have the opportunity for a quick break in between the student and parents interview segments, but to my dismay, this would not be the case. The school social worker had been waiting outside the meeting room with Alex’s foster parents, having arrived at reception nearly 30 minutes before we’d finished talking to him. There was no polite way to excuse myself, not when they had already been waiting patiently for so long, and it would certainly be inconsiderate of me to keep them waiting while I went in search of the nearest restrooms. I briefly wondered if Zara herself needed the restroom by this point, but she showed no signs of it as she warmly ushered the foster parents into the meeting room and shut the door. Like Alex, his foster parents were forthcoming with their worries about his mental health struggles. They answered Zara’s questions readily, and for the most of their interview, it kept me occupied typing up notes on my laptop. However, as time passed, it became increasingly difficult to distract myself from my now urgent need. By now, it was about 3.5 hours since Zara and I had arrived at the school – which meant it was nearly 4 hours since I’d last peed. I was not yet struggling to hold on, but I was at the stage where I was alternating between crossing my legs and tapping my feet slightly under the table. Again, I briefly considered excusing myself from the meeting room – perhaps by pretending to take a call on my work phone – but I had no idea how quickly I would be able to locate the nearest restrooms, use it, and return to the interview. Also, being fairly new on the job, I wanted to give Zara a good impression of myself, and running off to the restrooms halfway through an assessment was certainly not the way to go about it. By the end of the parent interview (time check: 4.5 hours since I last peed), I could barely stop myself from fidgeting in my seat and moaning quietly whenever I accidentally jolted my overfull bladder. Rising from the table to walk Alex’s foster parents out of the meeting room, I had to tense my muscles down there as I felt the urge double in intensity. With every step I took, I could feel my rock-hard bladder pushing against the waistband of my work trousers. To say that I was horrified when I saw four teachers waiting outside would be an understatement. Clearly, they were all there to speak to Zara and I about Alex, and one of them was even carrying Alex’s school records folder (basically a file with the student’s personal information, important medical history, parents’ contact information, and copies of their report cards). Normally, seeing this many teachers show up was a good sign, because it usually meant that the student was more likely to receive care and support afterwards – but today, when all I really wanted was to race to the nearest restroom, it sent me into despair. I cursed the cool and rainy weather under my breath. Once again, as I held the door to the meeting room open and watched the teachers file in, my mind raced to find an opportunity to excuse myself for a short while, but failed. Gritting my teeth I retook my seat at the now crowded table, and just about stopped myself from wincing as my bladder protested the movement. Please… I thought. Please don’t take too long. Aren’t teachers always complaining that they’re busy with loads of essays and worksheets to mark after school every day? Then surely they’ll try to make this meeting quick, right? With trembling hands, I resumed typing notes into my laptop as Zara skilfully dived into interviewing the teachers and inviting them to share their concerns regarding Alex’s wellbeing and academic performance. I was simply bursting now, hardly daring to breathe, trying to stay as still as possible while bouncing my legs under the table. Sweat was beading down my back, and I wondered how long more I could last in this distinctly uncomfortable state before I finally had no choice but to excuse myself. It was quickly approaching emergency status, so I was only half-listening to Zara and the teachers by now, and not even my note-taking could distract me from the incessant urges from my bladder. I began to rehearse what I would say aloud. Please excuse me for a moment, I really need the restroom. Or, please excuse me, I will be back in a few minutes. Or perhaps I apologise, I’m in need of a quick break… My musings were interrupted by a knock on the door, and I fervently hoped it wasn’t someone else joining us midway through with even more information to give us about Alex. The school social worker walked in, and my heart dropped. “Hello, sorry to interrupt, but I thought you might all like some refreshments? It’s been a long day, and I’m very thankful for your support for Alex.” It was then I noticed she was carrying a tray of drinks and biscuits, which she carefully set down on the table. “Goodness,” she continued saying, glancing around. “Had I known there would be so many of us, I would have booked a bigger meeting room – it’s looking a little crammed in here! Would you like to move to the meeting room in the next corridor and have a bit more breathing space?” Before I could react, a couple of the teachers had murmured their assent, and moved to follow her out, no doubt eager to stretch their legs after sitting for a while as we’d talked. Or perhaps they were hungry and thirsty and simply wanted to get a bite to eat as soon as they settled into the other meeting room. I was almost crying as I stood, and had to grit my teeth to stop myself from gasping aloud when a particularly strong urge emanated from my bladder. Taking great care to minimise unnecessary movements, I gathered my belongings, and followed them to wherever they were going. As we turned a corner into the next corridor, walking deeper into the reception office, my eyes fell onto a sign pointing out the restrooms at the end, and the meeting room about halfway down. Taking a moment to steady myself, I turned to Zara, who had been walking just behind me, and said as calmly as possible, “Zara, if you don’t mind, I’m going to the restroom over there before we resume the meeting.” It came out a bit more forcefully and loudly then I would’ve liked, but this was no time for modesty. I didn’t know when my next chance to use a restroom would be, and I doubted I could wait any longer. “Oh, of course, go ahead,” Zara replied, but I had already started down the corridor before she’d finished her answer. I didn’t even bother entering the meeting room to first place my laptop and bag on the table before heading to the restrooms; the only thought on my mind was to finally relieve myself of this terribly urgent, all-consuming need. As I hurriedly closed the distance between myself and the restrooms, the waistband of my smart work trousers was tight against my bulging bladder, and I was actively clenching my openings shut as pangs of urgency assaulted them. I was so, so full, and I was trembling in desperation as I pushed open the door to the thankfully unoccupied ladies’ restroom. Haphazardly dumping my laptop and bag onto the sink counter, I rushed into the nearest stall, undoing the top button of my trousers as I went along. Yanking down the zip with one hand while jamming the lock shut, my breath hitched as I fought to retain control for just a few moments more. It took a few seconds for my stream to start after I’d thrown myself onto the toilet. I had been expecting a thick, gushing stream to begin pouring out almost immediately, but apparently, I had been so extremely full that my bladder was only releasing a thin, continuous stream. Having read about this phenomenon on other posts in this forum, I didn’t try to push or bear down to pee faster, but it was absolute agony as I wanted relief as soon as possible and yet my bladder was taking its own sweet time to empty itself! About 5-6 seconds after my stream started, I reached for my smartwatch and began timing it. I simply sat on the toilet, basking in the gradual relief as my bladder slowly but surely deflated. Exhaling loudly in satisfaction, I slumped forward slightly, closed my eyes, and tried to savour the pure goodness of how it felt to finally pee after having been in such desperate need for the last 4 hours or so after I first felt the urge. Despite knowing that there was no one else in the restroom with me, I resisted the urge to moan in relief. My stream didn’t increase in intensity at all throughout, so I was forced to sit there and give in to my body. Halfway through my extended pee, my thoughts had turned to Zara and the other school staff back in the meeting room waiting for me, but I knew I had to take care of myself first – and forcing my bladder to pee faster could hurt it. On and on my stream went, steadily emptying into the toilet. As the last drops of urine plinked into the water, I glanced back at my watch. I stopped the timer at 01:53, which meant that if I included the 5 or so seconds at the beginning, I had been peeing for nearly 2 minutes! Realising this, I ran a hand over my bladder, sighing in relief once again as I revelled in the glorious feeling of being empty. It had been some time since I had been in such frantic, desperate need of the toilet, and it probably one of the closest calls I had ever had (at the time) where I was doubting my ability to get to a restroom in time. I quickly cleaned myself up, making sure I was once again presentable, before heading back to the meeting. The meeting went on to last another 45 minutes, as the teachers took turns to share their observations regarding Alex in his various classes and in general as they’d seen him around the school. We also had a short discussion on how they could continue looking out for him moving forwards. I was so grateful that I had taken the chance to use the restroom when I did, because I really think I would not have lasted the extra time without either disgracing myself or having to excuse myself at a much more inopportune moment halfway through! Zara, on the other hand, demonstrated her remarkable capacity to me that day. In total, we had been at the school for slightly more than 5 hours (2.5h for the interview with Alex, 1.5h for the interview with Alex’s foster parents, and just over 1h for the teachers’ meeting), and yet she did not even hint at any need for the restroom in all that time. The only indication that she had been holding on for some time was when we both stopped by the restroom after the meeting, and she spent a considerably longer time in her stall relieving herself, compared to my much shorter “safety pee” (it was approaching the evening rush hour by the time we left). I marvelled at how Zara had even been drinking steadily from her coffee flask throughout the interviews, whereas I had only sipped from a water bottle and yet ended up so bursting for the toilet in the end!
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  9. Hiiiii! I realized that it’s been a while since I recorded any content for this site. Last night, I decided to change that and wet myself in a nearby park at night. Since it was late at night, I chose some fairly tight khaki shorts that wouldn’t hide anything at all! I’ve had some history with those shorts, as I had another fairly memorable wetting in those shorts at night that I’ll probably talk about at some point on here. I filled up at home, and by the time I made it to the spot, I was bursting! My bladder was full so I peed for a really long time. Don’t believe anyone saw me on the way home, and I always forget how hot it is to walk outside in obviously wet pants hehe. Here’s the video! You can really clearly hear my moaning :). And yes, I was peeing for that long. IMG_2341 2.mov Here are some aftermath photos
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  10. Hi Everyone! 😊 This is my first full post that isn’t a reply on this forum, so I hope I’m not doing anything wrong. I’ve never had any problems with wetting the bed, not even in my childhood (that I can remember), but about a month ago, for the first time that I can remember, I accidently wet the bed! It was the middle of the night, and I was half asleep, vaguely aware of the fact I needed to pee, but for some reason I wasn’t concerned at all, my brain just didn’t care, and my need to pee got stronger, and stronger until it just started streaming into my pyjamas and spreading all over my bed! While it was happening, my brain started to slowly wake up, until I finally realised what was happening and quickly stopped the stream. It was a very embarrassing (but fun!) experience, so I was wondering, for those of us that aren’t frequent bedwetters (but frequent bedwetters can also share if they want too hehe😊) when was the last time you peed the bed, why do you think it happened?
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  12. I haven't wet the bed as an adult, but I'd actually almost prefer to wake up in the act so that I can feel it. I've had dreams where I've been peeing heavily and then wake up cumming in my underwear. It's some of the strongest orgasms I've ever had.
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  14. Drank a lot of alcohol and wanted to pee myself! Lmk what you guys think!!!
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  15. I've never posted video before. If people like this I will post more as well as pics so I'd love some feedback. The picture is the aftermath pee bed.mov
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  17. Hi everyone, this is a bit different than I’ve done before. This was a commission for @omocollegegirl (Kelsie) and a new desperate scenario for her. I wrote the story, and then she added in/tweaked a couple things, but I think it turned out really well. Please feel free to reach out if looking for one yourself, or if you just enjoyed this story! *full permission was given to post Kelsie woke up like any other morning, with the usual urge to pee. She had been studying all last night. It was 7am – too early and far from enough time slept. She could easily go to the bathroom right now, empty her bladder, and make it easier to go back to sleep – but she decided to hold it. When she next woke up, it was 9am, and she could not sleep anymore. It was time to get up, or else put herself at risk. Tonight, she’d have the last final of her Sophomore year. She had until 6 pm— 9 hours from now, to learn enough calculus to get the A she desired. With a sigh, she got up and made her way to the bathroom. On the outside Kelsie appeared to be just like any other college student, but she had a secret. Kelsie loved holding her pee. She loved the feeling of fullness and deprivation. She loved how good it felt to hold herself and jam her hands into her pussy for help. She had continued holding her morning pee in bed because it gave her pleasure, and she wanted desperately to ride her morning bladder and hold it the rest of the day. Unfortunately though, today she wouldn’t be able to do that – she had obligations. After taking care of business, Kelsie returned to her room, sipping on her favorite drink – iced tea. She knew it would be important to stay caffeinated today. About 3 minutes into studying she’d already finished her cup. She filled it back up from her personal tea fountain, and continued to sip. Another 3 minutes later, she already had to pee - something she had learned was caused by “rapid desperation.” The feeling was pleasant, so she decided to wait a while despite her earlier promise not to. Doesn’t needing to pee make you smarter, she thought? So she continued to study while enjoying the sensations. An hour and a half later, the improvement in efficiency she had experienced from the full bladder had subsided, and while far from desperate, she had to go enough to be distracting. She now had to release or risk not doing well on the test. She was beyond depressed to have to choose the test over holding, and waste a deliciously full bladder. By now the pressure against her g-spot made her felt her nipples harden, and she could see them gently poking through her tank top. With a sigh she brushed one hand over them, hardening them further, while caressing her pussy with the other. She so badly wished she could do a “whole” hold today, which involved drinking more plus dancing around while roleplaying as a student in class or an ultrasound patient or a prostitute or a waitress or a lifeguard, like she loved doing at least once a week. She had not been able to set aside time to do her beloved weekly holds for 2 weeks as she had been so busy with studying. She could not wait to celebrate the end of finals week with a nice day long hold tonight after the test however. She just wished it could come now, rather than later. Suddenly her phone vibrated. How good would it be if it were a vibrator vibing in my v, instead of my phone, thought Kelsie. It was her best friend Mia. “There’s 2 for 1 drinks for finals at Cheesie’s. Wanna go? We can study there!” Kelsie had a habit of studying at bars while waiting for her food and drinks to arrive, so did not hesitate to say yes. Maybe the joy of going to the bar will make up for having to sacrifice my full bladder, she thought. But, never hesitating to take advantage of every opportunity to hold just a minute longer, she decided to get changed before using the bathroom. “Fashion is more important than peeing!” Kelsie thought, giving herself the excuse she wanted. She currently wore a thin black tank top and a short red plaid skirt, without any panties. Crossing her legs inside her closet, Kelsie traded them for a black-and-white striped thong and flirty embroidered red dress. As she reached for her go-to pair of black Havaianas, Kelsie heard a loud knock on her door. “One minute!” she called out. “Kelsie please open up!” It was Mia. As Kelsie opened the front door, Mia sprinted to the bathroom, releasing a powerful stream. “Sorry, I was out studying and the library bathrooms were being cleaned. I barely made it here!” yelled Mia. Ugh thought Kelsie, wishing it was her caught in that spot. She had to go but wasn’t close to that desperate. But I could be, she thought, Mia doesn’t know. Kelsie imagined her earlier water bottle was a gallon that she’d chugged. “Please hurry Mia! I’m desperate myself here!” Kelsie bounced in place, knocking on the door. She imagined her bladder with several times more liquid — begging for release. She thought of her g spot and the constant pressure it would provide. She held her pussy—using her palms to rub her clit while her fingers stimulated the rest of her labia. The mind is powerful, and Kelsie somehow felt just a little desperate. Finally, Mia opened the door with a look of relief. A “frantic” Kelsie ran in. She danced around for a second as she constantly fantasized about doing, deciding if she would let go after all, or keep holding. Realizing she had the opportunity to further enjoy holding until they got to the bar, Kelsie bounced around blissfully as she poured a cup of water into the toilet to simulate the sound of a stream, and then flushed the toilet and washed her hands, hoping to trick Mia into thinking she had actually peed. As she opened the bathroom door, Mia grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the dorm room entrance. “Come on, we don’t have all day!” It worked. As Kelsie drove, the extroverted Mia began to talk. “I hate that Maddie always messes up the curve,” Mia said, “She gets 100 on literally every test. If it wasn’t for her we’d be so much better off.” Kelsie nodded. Maddie always seemed to do great on tests—finishing 5-7% higher than any other student, thus forcing their grades down. Still, complaining about it wouldn’t help them any. As the two girls arrived after a 7 minute drive, Mia started running toward the bar entrance. “Come to the bathroom with me I’m about to pee my pants – my shorts I mean!” shouted Mia from in front of the door. Kelsie was shocked. “Again?” she shouted back. “Yes!” screamed Mia. Kelsie realized that Mia was experiencing Rapid Desperation, as she had to go every few minutes. The thought made her appreciate her own need even more. Kelsie followed her to the bathroom, begrudgingly remembering she now needed to pee and get back to studying. As they approached, they were met with a realization. The deal had not only attracted a crowd of students, but the resulting 2 for 1 left a slew of full bladders. Both girls joined the line, nearly a dozen others between them and a toilet. A desperate Mia bounced up and down while Kelsie licked her lips, savoring the last few moments of the pressure in her bladder. Twenty minutes later, the girls were next up. “Can I please go first?? I’m bursting,” begged Mia. Kelsie laughed and nodded. Shortly after a door opened, and Mia dashed in. Kelsie stood in almost a meditative desperate bliss, becoming wet (not from urine) from hearing everyone around her getting to pee while she couldn’t. At least she had gotten a taste of holding today, she thought. Still, she wished she could have been fuller. Suddenly, her phone buzzed. As Kelsie opened it, she saw an email from her professor. “Hi all Calculus afocionados, It has come to my attention that Maddie has obtained the answer keys to previous tests, and that has been the reason for her performance. I know this has all negatively affected you this year. As a result, I will be getting even tonight. I have made a new test for her tonight. You all on the other hand will receive A’s. However, I do not want her to know we’re aware of her academic dis-integrity – I want her reactions to be genuine. Because of this, please be at the test room at 5:30 like intended. You will be handed a ‘test’ with instructions. I apologize again, and will see you then. -Professor Martha” Kelsie couldn’t believe it. She no longer had to cram and study. She had an A locked up. Now it was time to hold for real. All that effort can finally go to the better use… The door opened and Mia exited. “Ready to go?” Kelsie asked. “Don’t you need to go?” replied Mia. “I did.” Kelsie lied. “I guess I was just quicker than you, and get this!” said Kelsie, showing her the email. Mia couldn’t believe it. “Wow! This is incredible!” The girls quickly got their drinks. Kelsie and Mia each bought a Bubly and opted for a lemonade for their free drink. Kelsie gave a toast before quickly downing both drinks. For the next two hours, the two girls talked about other classes, friends, crushes, S/O’s, future plans, and much more. Over time, Kelsie focused less and less. She felt the two drinks make it to her bladder. Her urethra began to tingle, a feeling she prized. She was getting to exactly where she wanted to be. She shifted a bit, feeling the pressure in her g spot. She so badly wanted to stimulate it herself and was disappointed to be in such a public setting and unable to do so. She decided to be risky and slowly drop a hand low, feeling her pussy as it pulsated from the warm boiling pee clamoring to get out. She loved every second of it—not even Mia knew how full she was. “It’s already 5, oh no!” Time had flew by the girls. Suddenly, they realized they had to scramble back to school. The two hopped in the car—racing to school. With one hand on the wheel, Kelsie gripped her pulsing pussy tight while still focusing on the road. “I need to pee before the test again. Come with me?” asked Mia. Kelsie appeared to nod. The girls finally made it downstairs to their test area with ten minutes to spare. Mia immediately guided Kelsie to the bathroom. Again, a line of ten of their classmates met them. “What if I can’t make it?? I can’t wait through the test,” Mia whimpered. Kelsie encouraged her “I have to go bad myself,” and she took the opportunity to grab herself. To everyone else it seemed like a desperate pee urge, but Kelsie felt it sent shockwaves through her pussy. At 5:28, Mia made it in. Kelsie walked forward to take her place at the front of the line, but instead turned around. “Uhm actually I don’t have to go that bad. Does anyone else want to go in front of me?” Of course, the first part was a lie. A short blonde holding herself on the verge of tears took her offer. Kelsie gestured for her to go. “Thank you so much,” she said meekly. Kelsie smiled. “Hey, um I really need to go before this test… could I also go?” Again, Kelsie nodded. With these two girls ahead of her, Kelsie had “no time” to pee and make it to her classroom. Her excuse having worked perfectly, she walked to class— all 3 drinks still present in her visibly full bladder. “Alright class, you have 3 hours to complete the test. You may not leave the classroom until you are done. Once you are done, you may leave. Raise your hand if you need anything, and no talking to anyone else.” With that, Kelsie read her test: “As mentioned earlier, you will receive an A. Only Maddie has a real test. I have written a time on your page of which I want you to hand your test in. Until then, look busy and write whatever you wish on these papers until then.” Kelsie flipped her test over: 8:30 PM— and a note “sorry, you’re the last one. Look nervous if possible!” This meant Kelsie would have to hold for three more hours. Scratch that, she *got* to hold for three more hours. Even better, she could squirm, squeeze, all that— and play it as nervousness. If Kelsie lost control right now everyone would see. That wasn’t an option— she just had to hold on for three hours. Being physically unable to use the bathroom enhanced how already turned on she was. As she went to grab herself she felt shockwaves up her body, not believing how sensitive her clit was. She noticed her bladder begin to sting. This was her sign that her fullness reached her optimum. After massaging her desperate pussy at her desk for an hour, Kelsie noticed Mia finishing her test and leaving, causing her to get an idea. She knew how nice the professor was, but she wanted to be denied. She raised her hand. “Excuse me, I really have to pee. I know it’s school policy that I can’t go, and I know that you’d maybe get fired for letting me go, but can I?” Now as nice as the professor was, she had to follow rules, especially when reminded of them. “I’m sorry Kelsie, you’ll have to hold it. Just two more hours.” Kelsie nodded with a trace of duper’s delight. She felt her urethra begging for release. By now there was constant pressure on her g spot. It took all her concentration to not unleash everything in her seat. She knew she could hold on, but it would not be easy. If she didn’t, everyone would see her giant puddle in the classroom. This was the last thing she wanted. Another hand shot up. It was Maddie. “Excuse me, Professor, may I go wash my hands?” The Professor instantly saw through her continued dishonesty. With a devious grin, she told her that if Kelsie couldn’t go neither could she, and to use the hand sanitizer. She followed by slowly squeezing a squirt onto Maddie’s desk to resemble a stream of urine. Or a trickle of cum, thought Kelsie, and that made her even hornier. Meanwhile, Maddie frowned from the anguish and jammed her hand into her pussy. Kelsie could not believe her eyes. Her worst enemy had to pee too, and the professor was purposely not letting her go. She had no idea Professor Martha was capable of such “cruelty”, if it could be called such. She wondered if maybe the Professor was into desperation too, and how awesome that would be. Another hour later, Kelsie, grinning with the pleasure of her own full bladder and eyeing Maddie mischievously, put her hand up again. “I know the Dean of the school was just right outside the room and I’d get in trouble, and you would too, if he caught us, but can I please go?” Kelsie asked—with the answer she hoped for being unexpected to the professor. “No, I’m sorry. I can see about turning the heat up though,” she replied. Kelsie was confused, until she looked down and saw her nipples protruding through her dress quite noticeably. If only she knew thought Kelsie. Instead it was another hour of desperate bliss. The rubbing and grabbing of her pussy was now constant. The only pauses came when she needed to do so in order to prevent cumming right there in her chair. All of this due to her full bladder and its undying pressure on her g spot. Finally, the time came for Kelsie to hand in her test. Trying to hide a waddle, she made her way to the front of the room. Only herself, the professor, and a squirming Maddie remaining. “Now you can pee,” said the professor with a smile. Kelsie smiled back and exited the room, when she suddenly heard splashing coming from behind. “Karma’s hard, isn’t it?” she heard the Professor yell. The cheater had peed herself. Kelsie beamed with excitement, not only from knowing how deep the humiliation of her enemy had been, but also from knowing she had gotten relief while she was still holding. Even her foes getting to go when she didn’t turned her on, no less than as much as both of them having to pee simultaneously would. In her astonishment at the triple whammy she had just experienced, and by the pleasure brewing in her bladder over the past 11.5 hours, Kelsie took the long way to the building entrance, making sure to take a long glance at the ladies’ room as she passed by. She stopped there, mere inches from release, savoring the feeling of deprivation. Just then, she was met with a surprise—the janitor came to close the bathrooms for cleaning. “Oh I’m sorry, did you need to get in?” he asked. Kelsie almost blurted out yes - after all, she was so full. Instead, her horniness got the better of her, and she thought of a better idea. “Oh no, that’s okay. Thanks!” she told him. With that, she turned around and headed back home. The walk home was pure ecstasy for Kelsie. Unable to walk normally due to the pressure in her bladder, every step sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her urethra was fully numb from begging for release for so long. Drawing all her focus, she put the key in the door, turning it to unlock, but not open it. She paused and pretended the door was stuck, causing her to almost leak in surprise. Kelsie closed her eyes and clenched. “Not yet” she muttered to herself. The moment she entered her dorm, she bent over, gripped her pussy the hardest she ever had, and moaned the loudest she ever had. “Ohhhhhhhhh” she gasped with pleasure, catching a glimpse of the clock. It was 9pm. Even after 12 hours of straight holding, she continued to dance around her dorm for hours, enjoying her full bladder, writhing on the ground with her hand massaging her swollen pee hole. She ignored her bladder’s pressing need by washing the dishes and taking care of all the tasks she had saved for after the test. She imagined and role-played herself as a desperate student during a test (reliving her wonder back in the classroom), a desperate woman at an ultrasound, a prostitute seducing clients and unable to pee between sessions, a desperate lifeguard on duty, a dog walker, a partygoer, a real estate agent, a teacher, a clothes shopper at a mall where the bathroom was closed. She laid down in bed and thought about all her crushes and what it would be like to be fucked by them in her swollen bladdered state. She wondered if any of them were secretly turned on by seeing her desperate to pee, just like the professor probably was. She sure hoped so, and licked her lips masturbating to the thought. Then she sat up with her legs extended and in full view of her curling toes, scrolled to PornHub, and watched all her favorite desperation videos, fantasizing about herself being in the desperate situations she was watching. She was determined to not cum, as she knew doing so would make her unable to hold any longer – but edging was so hard. Owing to her laptop’s blue light filter and sitting in bed, Kelsie began to feel drowsy. As the clock struck midnight, she dozed while sitting in the corner masturbating, and in her relaxation accidentally let out a spurt. Experience from past holding had told her this meant the flood gates opening was inevitable, but she kept on holding. As she felt her head fall involuntarily from sleepiness, she let out another half second leak. She immediately felt her thong get soaked. It took all her strength to stop the flow, but she did. Her urethra was now on fire, and she knew the rest would come soon. Determined for one final challenge, Kelsie pulled up “Truth or Cosmoquences” - the very first desperation video she had ever seen, the very one that had gotten her into the fetish in the first place. As she envisioned herself as the female incarnation of Timmy, perhaps “Tammy,” the butleress whose bladder was constantly being ignored, she had the most powerful orgasm she had ever had in her life. Now knowing her flood gates were broken and the dam was about to burst, she quickly made her way to the bathroom. However, after a whole day of holding, she didn’t feel it proper to end in the toilet. Instead she imagined herself still with Mia—once again desperate. Like always, Mia begged to go ahead of her, perhaps desperate from the test. With an imaginary Mia on the toilet, Kelsie had no choice but to wet herself right there. The flood came immediately, soaking her dress, legs, flip flops, and toes. The puddle on the floor overwhelmed the drain and stained the carpet outside as she kept going and going. Kelsie continued to rub herself. She was so turned on, knowing that for 15 hours she had put herself through all that. 900 minutes of straight stimulation. 54,000 seconds of bliss. Her g spot was so sensitive from all the stimulation that it only took 5 minutes to cum again. As her exhausted body collapsed into her puddle which had by now covered the entire floor, she felt her blond hair get wet with pee. Ooh, look, they’re the same color, she thought. How appropriate it was that her hair was the same color as the purpose for which she lived. Basking in the fulfillment of what might be the best final and best day of her life, Kelsie heard her phone messages went off. It was Mia. “I heard you moaning. I could hear it all the way from my place.” Mia lived an entire floor down from her. “You ok girl?” “I was…err… imitating Maddie. You won’t believe what happened.”
    3 points
  18. I didn't manage to finish it in this weekend but here's the first panel. there's no spoiler it's just prelude. i just have to color the rest and it will be done
    3 points
  19. Our First time, or rather hers, I just sat there more stunned and pleasantly amazed I was the fist sexual partner Lizzie had ever had, I had only had sex with a couple of girls, so we were not that experienced. She had been engaged before, had her gear off and fooled around but never had sex with her fiancée. She was a fairly strict catholic until the breakup and then refused ever to have anything to do with the church again. We knew each other growing up 2 streets apart but were never an item. We were close to being engaged, and sex was (I thought) a bit unexciting; vaguely repressed catholic. We are heading out for a day by the river, she had a very short dress on, and she has amazing long lovely legs. We get to spot, we have it to ourselves, get out the picnic rug we lay down, I pull up her dress and lay my head on her bare tummy and am looking up at her blowing kisses, she blows a few back and then says “If you leave you head there pressing on my tummy, I am going to have an accident” (Now I had seen in a few magazines photos of girl’s panty pooping and wetting, and it always fascinated me) I didn’t move, I started kissing her tummy and pushing my head in it a bit, she said again “I really will have and accident if you don’t stop” but said without much conviction. I rolled the other way and looked down toward her pussy, she then shuffled a bit awkwardly down till her bum was off the rug. I just laid there, looking down, she started wetting herself, quite a large hissing sound, then I felt her stomach tighten a bit and a soft phutt noise, and I could smell she had pooped herself. I looked up and said to her “Someone’s got poopy pants” I got up to go and slide them off her and she said “Don’t, I told you I would have an accident, leave my panties on, please put your finger in me” By this time, I was rock hard, I slid my finger up the leg of her panties, she was incredibly wet, not from her pissing her panties but she was as slippery as, she started shuddering as soon a s my finger slipped in, I managed, with difficulty to get my cock in her through the pantie leg hole and she came almost straight away, it didn’t take me long either and she came again before me. I am laying there beside her sliding my finger in and out of her pussy, she still has her wet and poopy pantie’s on, She asks “Can I do some more; I need to is it OK?” She really didn’t do very much so I nod, and she tells me it is hard to concentrate with me playing with her, I keep playing with her, she clamps her pussy and sort of half wees, and I hear another phut, she goes incredibly slippery, I increase the rate I am playing with her and she comes again. I grab some tissues out of the car come back and slide her panties off, she has not really done that much, three or four lumps, some of it is still stuck on her bottom I go to wipe it, she askes me to leave it. She gets up and we start to walk along the river, she tells me how amazing it feels just having this slippery bum, is that OK. OK it is amazing, I never thought I would see such a thing, let alone experience it, especially with Lizzy, whom I always took to be a bit of a square. She tells me “Remember in our last summer in high school we were excused sport so we could study, but you and a few of your mates went tearing around the cross county track, throwing javelin’s and chucking shot puts, there were 7 of us girls that sat outside on the grass above the track, did a bit of study, a lot of talking and watched you boys, while I was sitting on the grass I would do little wees, I would shift a bit and do trickles in my panties and it ran down my bum, I would do a fair bit and no one ever know I was sitting there wetting myself. Then last weekend mum and my two sisters, were changing all the beds at home, and I found a magazine under my brothers’ mattress. It showed girls peeing in their panties, shorts and even jeans, one girl sitting on another girl’s leg and pooping on it. I shoved the book back, and thought back to when I enjoyed wetting my pants and school when I was 17, and thought I would try this today, I know you probably always thought of me as little ginger Lizzie, a bit of a stick-in-the-mud, but I loved having wet panties, and thought I would go further.” From me, “um and wow, er thanks, and I love you, poopy bum and all”. We eventually have lunch, wipe her beautiful bottom, make love again. If there is any interest I will post, her first public one, well not that public, it was at night up the street a bit away from too many people. Regards and enjoy yourself, I am hoping other will post as well
    3 points
  20. One of my most embarrassing accidents happen infront of my best friend my freshman year of college. This was in like the first week of school🙈 One night after being at a party with my college roommate the first week at school we were walking back to our door room. On the way back I got more and more desperate to pee. Since it was late at night most of the buildings were closed and the only one we could get into was our dorm. Of course the party we were at was like as far as possible from our room, but nonetheless here I was having to piss supper bad and being as drunk as I was I was grabbing myself and honestly didn't care. I remember my roommate poking fun at my situation and making fun as me a boys do. We got all the way back to the dorm and up the elevator and I just lost it, I remember just standing there peeing full force into my pants and my roommate just kinda stared at me and didn't say anything. After I was able to stop he just said something like iv been there dude and don't worry I won't tell anyone and we just waled back to our room and I just showered and went to sleep. As far as I know he never told anyone!
    3 points
  21. I started my hold a bit more than hour ago. I'm tracking it on discord. I had some beers before while watching the game on TV. I have cotton panties, light grey sweatpants, hoodie and crocs on. I was thinking that if the thunderstorm hits this area at the correct time, I'll go outside for a walk to wet me, bot in the rain and peeing at same time. We'll see about that.
    3 points
  22. VID_20240602_042419935.mp4 The aftermath- I wore this for about 5 hours in the end and made it leak all over the towels I was sat on VID_20240602_042830302.mp4
    3 points
  23. I always love hearing new snowpants stories!!
    3 points
  24. 182 downloads

    Combination locked zipper and belt buckle, so no chance of getting those things off!
    Free
    3 points
  25. 136 downloads

    Tied up to a tree, gagged, and hooded! I actually broke a branch struggling in my desperation but the rope was tied in multiple places....
    Free
    3 points
  26. Here you go fill your boots!! 😁😁😁 https://peervideo.club/c/matrixporncollection/video-playlists
    3 points
  27. You still haven't seen what Kriti can truly do guys. Here's part 3! ____________________________________________________________________ We were approaching the end of the term in a month or so, when this happened. One evening Kriti stopped me on my way back to my dorm. “Rex, I am going shopping for the next month’s fest. Wanna come?” She asked with a wide a conspiratorial grin. “Absolutely,” I smiled to her, clenching my pee back from the tip of my dick. “You look stiff, Rex?” Kriti pursed her lips as we walked out of the campus, “Skipped your pee again?” “Since yesterday lunchtime.”, I admitted proudly, “But like you say, it doesn’t matter. If I am with you, I won’t take any bathroom breaks.” “Oooh! That’s hot. You have no clue what your words are doing to me.” Kriti pushed me to a secluded corner, her eyes fixated on my lips, “I thought you were closer to me today.” She took my hands and placed on her belly. I felt that familiar solid bulge jutting out of her frame. She had hidden it well under her black bodysuit and a pleated skirt. I leaned forward for a kiss, but she naughtily crouched away. “Not so easy big boy! if you want me, you gotta BEAT me!” “How many hours are we talking?” My boner was so strong I could barely form a sentence. “Not just hours honey, volume too.” She smirked and pulled us out of the corner. A little later, we headed to the nearby mall, and Kriti was her usual goofy and chirpy self, though I couldn't help but keep stealing glances at her swollen belly. It was clear she hadn't relieved herself all day. Her bladder bulge was prominent, and her legs were often glued together as she kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She looked at the bathroom door with contempt as we walked past it. We stopped at a coffee counter. "Kriti, when was the last time you went to the bathroom?" I asked, curious. She shrugged, sipping her cold coffee. "I don't even remember. Definitely not today. Probably not even yesterday." "Are you serious?" I said, my eyes wide in disbelief. Kriti just laughed. "Oh, come on, Rex. It’s ok to not pee every day." We browsed through various stores, and Kriti tried on several outfits. I was battling my raging hard on and desperation as she displayed her top-heavy figure in different outfits. With each one, I noticed her growing bladder bulge making it harder for her to fit into the clothes. She was sipping her coffee continuously, and it seemed like her bladder was expanding with every gulp. "Kriti, you sure you can fit into these clothes with that bulge. Maybe you can make an exception to find the right ones." I suggested, pointing towards her swollen abdomen. She shook her head vigorously. "No way! Peeing cannot be the solution, Rex. It's all about mind over bladder. I am not even that big certainly." She picked up a tight shapewear piece, examining it thoughtfully and then further rummaging through the stack. "This is XXS. Yeah this should help," she muttered, heading to the fitting room. I waited outside, slightly worried but mostly amazed by her determination. When she emerged, I almost came right there. Her boobs were bursting out of the cup. The seams dug into butt cheeks. The straps piercing into her shoulders. But most importantly, her bulge was absolutely flattened. She had an ear-to-ear smile on her face, though the sweating gave away the pressure she was under. "There, see? Problem solved," she said, huffing and puffing. "Kriti, are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked, concerned. "You look like you're about to burst." "Burst? Rex, trust me I practically live with more than this even after peeing.” she insisted, taking another sip of her coffee. "I’m not going to pee, even after we get back to my room. Peeing is such a waste of time." As we continued shopping, Kriti kept trying on tight outfits deliberately, as if challenging herself. She'd giggle and comment on how they accentuated her figure, all while sipping her drink and refusing to show any signs of desperation. "Look at this one, Rex!" she exclaimed, holding up a form-fitting dress and then another and then a few more. "I think I’ll wear get them all for the upcoming fest. What do you think?" "They all look great, but are you sure you'll be comfortable?" I asked, eyeing her growing bladder bulge. Kriti laughed, brushing off my concerns. "Who says I dress for comfort?" She naughtily smiled and soon we were checking out from the store. On our way back we grabbed some quick dinner and some more drink to cool off and finally returned to the campus. Just as she was about to go into her building she stopped, "Had it not been for you, I wouldn’t have gotten that shapewear. Thanks for coming with me. This was fun." "Anytime, Kriti," I replied, shaking my head in disbelief. "Before you go. . . Were you serious when you said that if I beat you we could. . .” "What do you think?" Kriti giggled and walked back inside, leaving me obsessed with her charm and her absolute control over her bladder.
    3 points
  28. I was in the office today, and was finishing up my day there. It came time for me to leave, so I began to pack my things up and head out. I only live about 20 minutes from the office, so I wasn’t that concerned with the restroom, as I didn’t really need to go and it wasn’t a far drive. About five minutes into my drive, I suddenly had to go. I think my pelvic floor is a little weak today, as yesterday I did do a little hold, and my urgency really only grew. I could feel my urine starting to have that pressure like feeling on my urethra. Instinctively, I started to breathe a little deeper. I was not intending an accident today. I kept thinking to myself “it isn’t far, you’ll get to a bathroom soon. You’ve held it longer with more urgency before.” I guess the thought of the bathroom did something, because right then I felt myself leak. And not just a little dribble, I felt my underwear get damp. I clenched and thought “no no no, not now”, and tried to focus on music. I will note, my leaks on this ride home were not forceful nor did they last more than a second. A couple minutes later, I leaked again, and another leak followed quickly after. My underwear was damp. I still had 5-8 minutes left on my drive home. If I leak, it’s would due to stress incontinence. Even doing a hold yesterday, I had to trigger a leak by doing something forceful and then eventually just let it out. So these leaks were a little shocking to me. A couple minutes pass, and I felt like I gained enough composure and tried to distract my need to pee with music. I then a bigger leak than the first few. This one lasted a couple seconds. I grabbed my crotch and felt my pants had a wet patch. I was almost home at this point, as I turned into my neighborhood, i peed a soft steady stream for 4 seconds. When I parked my car a dribble or so came out. I clenched and very quickly looked down to inspect the damage and was shocked- I peed a good bit on my seat (I took a very quick snapshot for here, but genuinely didn’t want to have an accident so it isn’t the best). I must’ve been peeing more than I thought with each leak, because my pants were also quite wet. I couldn’t (and still can’t) believe how wet they were. I’ve never had an intentionally or unintentionally peed my pants outside my house, so stepping out of my car, I the breeze on my wet clothes was something new. I had another leak when I got out of my car, and another dribble walking to my house. There were people outside. I tried to pull my shirt over my butt to hide my circumstance, but it wasn’t really long enough. i get to my door, and latchkey got the best of me, because when i put my key in, i had a spurt, automatically following another steady stream of pee until I got into the house. I felt it starting to trickle down my leg. I took a breath and managed to stop peeing. I couldn’t believe how difficult it was to hold. It took everything in me. I live on a second story, so as I made my way up the stairs, about halfway up, another spurt had left. I started to run, but that made pee more. I stopped in the hallway towards the bathroom and crossed my legs and told myself “you’re not doing this. I have a virtual meeting and don’t have time to clean up a pee trail or puddle”. To my surprise, I made it to the bathroom leak free. However, as soon as I entered, I lost control and started peeing full force. I heard hissing in my pants. (Due to urinary retention, my stream is often weak. I don’t think I’ve ever heard myself hiss pee, especially not when I’m not going in the toilet). I couldn’t stop it. I froze for a couple of seconds because I was completely shocked as a puddle started to quickly form at my feet. I snapped myself out of it, still peeing full force, made my way to the toilet, and finished peeing in the toilet. I inspected my pants, and they were soaked. I peed a good bit on the floor and had a trail leading to the toilet. I’m still completely shocked that I just had an accident to that magnitude. That was a couple hours ago, my pelvic floor is clearly a little weak today cause I am peeing more frequently and dribbled once. Ill post if anything else happens 😅 here’s a picture of my car and the front of my pants- mind you, the damage was primarily in the back.
    2 points
  29. From the album: Lyon's Edits

    Doing a few Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss edits for the the next while. Here's the first one. Have a bigger image https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/119302099
    2 points
  30. I've been proctoring a test for 2 hours now, and my supervisor left me alone. I cannot leave the room unattended, and I've had to pee for over an hour. There's one test taker left and they're taking forever. God I'm so desperate and horny. If I weren't in public, I'd be touching myself through my skirt. Love my new student job - it's giving me the genuine bathroom deprivation my other job couldn't give me! This literally fulfills my fantasy of being a desperate test proctor - that's the whole reason I applied for the job I admit 🤣
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  31. Earlier today, me and my friend were talking and the discussion of hypothetically being able to control one's continence and bladder via neuralink came up. It could be controlled via a smart phone app or some means. If continence were switched "off", then it would "link" one's external urethral sphincter to their internal urethral sphincter so it would open and close whenever the internal urethral sphincter opened and closed. It could also reduce or completely remove the ability to tell how full the bladder is. On top of that, there could be a way to cause both the external and internal urethral sphincters to open simultaneously making you uncontrollably wet yourself. That way you or someone else could have complete control of your continence and bladder. If this were done in a way where it were somehow guaranteed to be 100% safe and secure, I would love to be able to do something like this. Being able to give someone else this sort of control as well as being able to control it myself sounds like it could be loads of fun. Of course in reality there's probably no way to guarantee anything 100% and we probably won't see neuralink developed out to achieve anything like this in our lifetimes and it may never be able to do something like this. But it was a fun and entertaining hypothetical discussion with my fellow friend that I found interesting. While I'll admit I've thought and fantasized about being incontinent, I don't actually want to be and I'm glad that I'm not and feel bad for those that are. It sounds stressful and like it would be a pain to always have to deal with.
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  32. View File discreet Pee This girl has a few wetting videos in this location , first time I have seen this Submitter keno88 Submitted 06/02/2024 Category Female  
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  33. 264 downloads

    about seven minutes of desperation and wetting!
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  34. 200 downloads

    the challenge was to act as if i was in public and not hold my crotch or squirm or anything! turns out its REALLY hard to hold standing completely still. wow.
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  35. Hi! This is Mimi. She's a nursery uni student who always has trouble holding her pee and ends up making a mess in the middle of the hallway... 😉 .. .. Would you like to see Mimi in other situations? I'm taking free requests for now! I would love to offer commissions soon, would anyone be interested?
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  36. 291 downloads

    unfortunately since im laying on my stomach it doesn't really show as im wetting :(( but at the end i show the aftermath! just know in your brain that i am actually pissing throughout the video even though you cant see it LOL. vid is about 5min long
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  37. just posted explaining that i weakened my bladder yesterday to do a bunch of wettings, and ended up having an actual accident a couple hours ago. i didn’t want to wet today but i already have to do laundry because of that accident so that doesn’t matter anymore i guess… so!! i’m going to ask a series of questions and hopefully someone will answer them so i can decide what to do! you can reply with your answer to each one if you want — there are two options for each. what should i do: 1. hold until i can’t OR go whenever i get the slightest urge 2. wear jeans OR wear cargo shorts i might ask more later! i’m going to drink 1.5 L water within the next hour.
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  38. Once held my pee for 22 hours. Cant hold nearly that long anymore though... 😅 I still have a really large capacity, though.
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  39. Omorashi 2005 Collection can start 😄 its made with Sims 2 game (not sims 4) thx again to Agony for have made effect O2005C #1 | OVNI June 2, 2005. That’s the date when Cléophée told her roommate about seeing a UFO. She had been smoking weed and drinking alcohol, factors that made her story less credible but explained why she lost control of her sphincter and bladder, emptying their contents into her pants and leaving behind a foul smell.
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  40. Wetting diapers is like one of the best feelings ever! You feel it get all warm and swell up and then after it's all squishy. It's the bestest! 😍🥰❤️🤤
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  41. Gwen quickly jumped up to the ceiling to avoid getting caught, but the pressure in her bladder is getting too much to take and a leak escapes her splashing on the floor, which her father notices.
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  42. Got a real treat coming for y'all. Someone wrote a story about me.
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  43. So a few years back I hated my dead end job, it wasn't really getting me anywhere but I had always had a love for driving, I decided that whilst it wasn't gonna make me a rich girl I would get a job driving buses at a local bus company, a job I don't do anymore. When I first started the first thing that became apparent was the lack of toilet breaks, some times you had 5 hours without a proper chance to have a wee. For a lot of my male colleagues this is no bother, find a bush and deal with the need but for me I had a number of times where I needed either a wee or in one difficult scenario a very upset belly that needed to poo, having to squat behind your bus at the side of the road because you've got food poisioning is not an enjoyable experience. Whilst doing this job it was the first time I wet myself and enjoyed it. That is the story of today. It was Summer, I worked for a small company and money was always tight for them, our vehicles had questionable histories and none had air conditioning, this combined with a cheap polyester uniform meant one thing, sweating. On this day I had our longest route, 60mins driving passengers, 10mins turnaround time, 60mins driving passengers, back to the depot and normally you would do the same run again, but because it was overtime I only had a half day. I had planned to meet some friends after work to go bowling as a result. With hot weather keeping hydrated was key. I always carried a 2L of water but before I even got to my bus this day I had been drinking water constantly, at least 3 litres walking to work, it was horribly warm. I always did my pre journey pee. I got on my bus and it started off as any other day, sweltering heat and getting delayed everywhere. We had a lot of pensioners on this route who often took a good while to get on and off, this combined with roadworks was not a great combination and meant we got delayed, I was only 30mins into the first leg when litre one had been drunk, as much as the old people caused delays they often looked after us, they knew we struggled with the heat and would often bring a bottle of water for us, on this day I already had 4 more bottles in the cab along with the usual boiled sweets they gave us because they travelled for free. By the time I got to the final stop I was 20 minutes late, this meant I had already lost my chance to have a wee, but it wasn't urgent I wasn't desperate. The next load of passengers joined and we set off again, before we even covered a mile we hit traffic. When sat in traffic boredom kicks in, and that saw Litre 2 drunk by this point I could feel the need to pee was growing, that wasn't helped by the vibrations of the rust bucket I was driving. We tiptoed along from about 25mins not going more than 5mph. I kept drinking not realising how much I was drinking, I'm not a big girl. I'm about 5ft 5 and 62kg. My bladder isn't tiny but it isn't huge either. On this run we pick up a lot of Teenagers, one of the girls walked down the bus and asked if I could let her off, I said she'd have to wait for the next stop a little way down the road. She agreed and it was then I glimpsed that she was doing the pee dance, for whatever reason this brought my need to a straight 10/10. I was suddenly bursting for a wee. We got moving and the girl got off, I must admit I was jealous. As traffic cleared the vibrations reduced because the bus wasn't idling and whilst the cheap polyester was digging on my bladder I kind of enjoyed the feeling. I started leaning forward putting pressure on my bladder and it felt really good. By the this time I had been sat in the seat for 3 and a half hours. At the end of the route once everyone was offer I knew I was back to the depot and the relief of a toilet, normally I would never wee at work, the toilet was never clean, very shortly after I started the job I had needed a wee in a hurry only had a couple of minutes before my next trip, I dove in the toilet locked the door and without looking sat on the seat, it was then I realised I had sat in the pee someone before me had got all over the seat, I ignored how dirty I felt and had my wee, I went to dry up and then realised there was no toilet roll either. Safe to say that made me avoid the loo's in the depot as much as possible. Before going back to depot you have to do a Security check. I stood up for the first time in nearly 4 hours...Then my desperation hit me, I stood crossed legs trying to gain some control, my belt and trousers digging deep to a bursting bladder. I checked around to check nobody was watching I removed my belt and undid the button of my trousers it helped enough to walk down the bus and check everything, sure enough someone had left a bag under a seat, when I bent down to grab it I was in real trouble, a squirt of wee escaped, I had to grab my crotch to gain control. I hurried back to the cab and drove as safely as I always did but with the urgency of needing to pee so badly, being out of service I knew all the short cuts and turned a 20mins drive into a 12mins drive. I reached the depot and didn't even park the bus, I pulled into the yard and stopped, I went to get out of the seat and again my panties got wet with pee. I stepped off the bus and without warning I lost control, litres of pee trickled down my legs, into my shoes and despite the heat it felt amazing, I stood in shock of the orgasmic waves I felt letting go. After a soggy walk home feeling partly ashamed but mostly turned on I decided I had to play with this more. I cancelled the bowling plans due to "Feeling sick" and that's how I ended up into Omo.
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  44. So adorable x3 I've had that happen too when I wake up with morning pee and I accidentally fall back asleep, I'd wake up mid stream and have to clutch it hahaha
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  45. Sometimes I feel like I have to think too hard to pee LOL id love to have a “let it go” button and be able to helplessly watch it all flow out!!
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  46. Yeah right, we all totally believe that you sweated profusely from your dick, and only from your dick, in a way that looks exactly like a pee stain, which it definitely isn't, swear-to-god honest
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  47. Golden State

    Chapter 4: A Pun Involving Golden Gate Park July 2023 Elizabeth Costello was running late for the train, which was unusual for her. She didn’t necessarily mind waiting for the next one, except that Riley was already at the station, and if she was late then he’d have to wait too. And he’d said that he was also bringing along a friend from the rocketry team – so she’d also be inconveniencing a complete stranger! She wasn’t sure what was worse: To delay a friend, or to make a bad first impression on somebody she didn’t know. To an impartial observer, it was clear that Elizabeth wasn’t to blame for her delay. On Friday night, she’d texted Riley to double-check when they’d be leaving for the concert and then set an alarm even though it wasn’t really necessary. She’d woken up in plenty of time for the midday show, enjoyed a breakfast of toast and a tall glass of orange juice, and then looked out the window to see the bus she’d intended to take driving past her apartment five minutes ahead of schedule. A frantic sprint wasn’t enough to catch it, so she’d had to wait for the next one, which was now weaving its way through traffic to the Rockridge BART station. Elizabeth texted a quick apology to Riley and then checked the transit schedule on her phone. Her bus would get to the station in three minutes… at exactly the same time as the Yellow Line train to San Francisco. It was going to be a tight connection, and running wasn’t going to be pleasant, since she’d skipped a final bathroom break while trying to catch her first bus. Elizabeth had peed when she’d woken up, around two hours ago. For most people, that wouldn’t be too much of a problem. However, Elizabeth wasn’t like most people. Compared to her friends, she was always looking for a bathroom. On those frequent occasions when one wasn’t available, she made use of trees, alleyways, or the space between two car doors on the side of the road. It was just the price she paid to be well-hydrated… and she was especially well-hydrated today. She really liked orange juice. Her shorts were too tight. How much pressure are they adding? Elizabeth wondered. She wasn’t in any danger of wetting herself now, but she needed to get off the bus, get into the BART station, take the train into San Francisco, transfer to a Muni train, and then take that out to Golden Gate Park before she could have a hope of relieving herself anywhere other than her underwear. It was a daunting task, and to distract herself, she checked the train schedule on her phone again. ---BAY AREA RAPID TRANSIT SERVICE ADVISORY--- -Yellow Line trains are delayed five minutes between Orinda and Rockridge- -BART apologizes for the delay- Elizabeth collapsed back in her seat. She wouldn’t miss the train, and she’d have time to use the bathroom. More precisely, she’d have time to urinate. It was an open question if she’d actually be using a bathroom. As she got off the bus, she tried to remember if the restrooms in the station were usually locked. Even if they are, she told herself, they probably aren’t in good shape. Her mind made up, Elizabeth speed-walked right past the station entrance, searching for privacy among the concrete pillars of an adjacent highway overpass. She quickly found a perfect place, an early-empty parking lot. It was well-lit, clean, and – most importantly – abandoned and out of the way enough for nobody to notice a college girl pulling down her pants and draining off an uncomfortable amount of orange juice. Elizabeth hurried to the edge of the lot and, with her back to a concrete wall, started unbuttoning her pants. As soon as she got into a high squat, Elizabeth let go. Her stream struck the wall a few inches above the ground, travelling mostly vertically. This wasn’t the most convenient way to pee, Elizabeth thought, but it gave her the most privacy in this particular environment. Looking down, she noticed the puddle traveling dangerously close to her shoes, so she bent over further and placed her hands on her knees, trying to give her stream a bit more horizontal projection. She also turned slightly, so that the urine was striking the wall further away. She looked down again – now the puddle was seeping away from her. It was a minor victory. Now all she had to worry about was being half-naked and pissing furiously beneath a highway. Within half a minute, her stream began to die down. Elizabeth had nothing to wipe with, but that didn’t bother her; stray drops never seemed to be as much of a problem for her as they did for other women. Eager to get into the station, she pulled her garments back up and carefully stepped over the puddle she’d made before setting off across the parking lot. … Elizabeth stepped onto the train platform and looked around. Riley had mentioned that one of his other friends was also going to be joining them for the concert, but he hadn’t said who this mystery person was. They’d have plenty of time to get to know each other during the train ride into San Francisco, she guessed. Marco stood at the edge of the platform and looked out along the track for a train that was running late. Riley stood a few feet back from him, scanning the platform for the friend that they’d be meeting. All Marco knew about her was that she and Riley had met in a fluid mechanics class a few semesters ago. “Hey, Elizabeth!” Riley called. Marco turned around and- Wait a minute. He knew this person. “Hey, Riley!” Elizabeth hurried over to them. “Sorry I’m late. Who’s… hey, I know you!” “You know Marco?” Riley asked. “Yeah, I sat next to him on the Amtrak train a few weeks ago,” Elizabeth replied. “Yeah!” Marco exclaimed nervously. “That’s who you are.” He tried not to pay attention to the brief awkward silence that followed. “So where exactly are we going?” Elizabeth finally asked. “The Hellman Hollow Free Music Festival in Golden Gate Park,” Riley explained. “I’ve got the location on my phone. Are you guys ready to groove to the sweet music of the Violet Ladies?” “Who are the Violet Ladies?” Marco asked. “Only the greatest folk rock duo of the mid-‘90s.” “That sounds incredibly nerdy.” “Yeah, and you’re a nerd too. You’ll love it.” … “We’re the youngest people here by thirty years,” Marco complained as they walked along a path in Golden Gate Park, surrounded by the other festivalgoers. “No, we’re not!” Riley retorted. “Look, there’s some kids over there!” “Those are elementary schoolers,” Elizabeth pointed out. “They’re here with their old, old parents.” “You just don’t get it, do you? The ‘90s were the coolest decade ever, and I can prove how cool I am by wearing flannel jackets and listening to the greatest music ever written.” “Let me put it this way, Riley: The people who comprise Green Day are cool. The people who are still listening to them in 2023… mostly aren’t.” “Shut up.” “Hey, guys,” Marco interrupted. “I’m gonna swing by the bathroom before we get out of this concession area.” “Cool,” Riley said. “We’ll wait for you out here.” Marco broke away from his companions and set off towards the squat restroom building at a decent pace. He didn’t want to keep his friends waiting, but there was a short line at the men’s room entrance. The bathrooms, Marco realized, were designed with ordinary park patronage in mind, and they’d be crowded for the entire day as festivalgoers swarmed Golden Gate Park. Luckily, the line moved quickly, and within a few minutes Marco was hosing down the plastic walls of the waterless urinal. There was a drawing of a bumblebee low down in the urinal, and Marco aimed for it; with a steady hand, he managed to strike roughly between its wings for the duration of his stream. Feeling much relieved, he shook himself off and zipped up before rejoining the festival crowd, which was growing thicker with every passing minute. “Over here!” Marco heard Riley shouting from across the pavilion and he cut through the fray. “We stopped by concessions and picked up hot dogs.” “Thanks!” Marco said, and took a hot dog. “Where’s Elizabeth?” “Coming back from – oh, there she is.” Elizabeth appeared though a break in the crowd, carrying a few bottles. “I got some hard seltzer for you, Riley,” she said. “Marco, Riley told me that you don’t drink. He said that you like this Italian soda brand, so I got some of that.” Marco beamed at Riley. “How did you know?” He took one of the cans from Elizabeth. “Oh, you got the orange kind! That’s my favorite flavor.” Riley shrugged. “Hey, I guess I know you pretty well.” The seating for the concert was on a broad hill rising high above the stage. Redwoods grew near the top, and wildflowers grew along the side of the winding path that Marco, Riley, and Elizabeth followed as they searched for a space to sit. Near the top of the hill they found an empty space with a clear view of the stage. As they waited for the show to start, Elizabeth passed out the drinks. She handed a seltzer to Riley, an Italian soda to Marco, and opened up a can of sparkling water that she’d got for herself. It was a long way back down to the bathrooms. … Much to his chagrin, Marco had to admit that he actually did like the Violet Ladies. They were modern hippies of a sort, he supposed – the crowd, which was made up primarily of middle-aged women in sundresses and middle-aged men in pastel shirts and khakis, seemed laid-back and cheerful. There were appreciable numbers of other college-age groups in the audience, but for the most part they seemed to be there not out of a deep fondness of the Violet Ladies but simply due to a belief that a free concert shouldn’t be passed up. Riley stood up. “I’ve got to pee,” he said. “I’ll be back.” He set down the bottle of water that he’d started on after finishing his seltzer and started slowly walking along a narrow path cut into the side of the hill, bracing himself against the trunks of redwood trees as he walked. Marco watched him go for a moment, then turned back to face the stage as the next song started. “You like him, don’t you?” Elizabeth’s question broke through the music. Marco paused for a moment before answering. “Of course I do. He’s a good engineer, he’s a great partner to work with on the rocketry team, and he’s fun to hang out with. I guess you’ve noticed that we get along real well.” “That’s not what I meant, Marco.” “Uh…” Marco nervously met Elizabeth’s gaze. “I wouldn’t really know that, uh… Which I – that… What I meant to say is, uh, no. I don’t know what you mean.” “Not just like. Like like. You know, as in you have a crush on him.” Marco blushed furiously. “Come on, I don’t like talking about this.” “Riley is my friend, Marco. The fact is I think he likes you – but I’m worried that if you’re going to pretend that you don’t have feelings for each other then it could lead to a lot of unnecessary emotional turmoil for both of you. I’ll tell you right now, in confidence, that if you told Riley that you liked him that he’d respond in kind. So if you actually like him, it’s probably a good idea to just level with him.” “Elizabeth, I…” Marco inhaled deeply and then began breathing heavily. “Yeah, I like him. But I don’t know what to do. I’m not out to anyone, but my family would be cool with it, but I’m still really nervous, and I’ve never really been in any kind of real relationship before, and I’ve had crushes on girls in high school so I’m worried that-” “Okay, Marco. Deep breath. Run-on sentences never did anyone any good. First of all, I’m not sure exactly what you learned in your Texan sex-ed classes, but people aren’t just straight or gay. It sounds like you like guys and girls and that’s fine. I’m guessing you already knew that, but you should do some reading on bisexuality and pansexuality on your own time. Second, I know that it’s scary now. Just take everything in your own time, whether that’s coming out, taking things seriously with Riley, whatever. Nobody else can tell you exactly how to do those things; you’re an adult now.” “It doesn’t fucking feel like it!” Marco shouted. Elizabeth laughed. “We’re college students. We’ve got too much homework to act maturely. Still, the thing about being queer is that we watch out for each other. I’ve got some life experience here, and it’s all right to rely on me for support. If you need advice about coming out, I’ll be there. If you need answers on your physics homework, I’ll be there – and trust me, you’ll need help in fluid mechanics next semester.” “Jesus, Elizabeth, that’s… really generous of you. I’ve only known you for maybe six hours, in which time you’ve seen me wet my pants in a parking garage and act awkward around my crush, and suddenly you’re essentially offering to be my queer big sister. Why?” “Because I want to, Marco. Sometimes friendships form quickly, and while I get the sense that you’re not the kind of person who forms relationships easily, I hope that you’ll let your guard down around me. Besides, Riley’s already my friend, and you’re a lot like him.” Marco opened his mouth to say something else, but then Riley suddenly reappeared next to him, as if Elizabeth had summoned him by saying his name. “I’m back,” he announced. “Jesus!” Marco yelped. Riley looked at him, confused. “I mean, uh… that was really fast. The bathrooms are all the way down at the bottom of the hill.” If Riley had noticed Marco’s obvious attempt to change the subject, he gave no indication. “Yeah,” he said, “I didn’t go down to the bottom of the hill. I just went up into the trees and pissed there.” “Why?” Riley shrugged. “It’s a festival. Nobody cares if you go outside.” Elizabeth nodded in agreement and then stood. “I’m going to go water the bushes myself. Want to join me, Marco? We can keep watch for each other.” Marco did need to pee a little but was dead set on waiting for a bathroom. “I’m fine,” he said. I’ll wait until the end of the show. “All right, you two have fun.” Marco watched Elizabeth slowly started weaving a path uphill as the next song started. He gulped and then turned towards Riley. “So, uh, Riley…” His voice sounded high. Damn it, I’m stuttering! “Yeah?” “Given that we are having a good time today, I was wondering if… youwantedtogetdinnersometime?” “What?” Riley smiled slightly and took off his sunglasses to look Marco in the eye. “I didn’t catch that.” Marco took a deep breath and forced himself to get slower. “We should get dinner sometime, if, you know… you wanted to.” “Yeah, Marco. That would be great.” Marco exhaled. “You seem nervous,” Riley continued. “Should I surmise that the nature of this dinner is… shall I say, more than platonic?” “Uh-huh,” Marco squeaked. “Awesome! You’re a shy boy, Marco, but I had a hunch that you were into me.” “Yeah, I-” Marco was suddenly overcome with laughter. “Yeah, I am! But the funny thing is that we’re here at this concert as friends. This technically isn’t a date.” “Oh, yeah? What makes you so sure?” “Well, Elizabeth is here,” Marco pointed out. “Dates usually lack third wheels.” “Elizabeth isn’t here right now,” Riley responded. “She’s just gone to pee!” “So you’re saying this is temporarily a date.” “No!” Marco laughed. “If this was a date, we’d be acting all romantic!” “So you’re saying that this would be a date if I leaned over and kissed you on the cheek?” Riley asked mischievously. “Yes!” “Well, then. It looks like you’ve won the argument.” Marco pumped his fists above his head. “Victory is mine! I won a stupid argument!” Suddenly, Riley leaned over and planted a quick kiss on Marco’s cheek. “I said it looks like you’ve won, but you haven’t.” Marco just sat staring straight ahead with his mouth open. … When Elizabeth got back she noticed that Marco and Riley were sitting closer together than when she’d left. By the end of the show their shoulders were touching, and Riley’s arm was around Marco’s shoulder. During the encore, Elizabeth noticed that Marco’s legs were pressed together tightly. As soon as the music ended, Riley stood up. “Let’s get out of here. If we don’t hurry there’s going to be a huge crowd for the train.” “Hold on!” Marco shouted as he rose from the ground. “I’ve gotta use the bathroom before we go.” “There’s going to be a huge line,” Riley whined. “Can’t you wait?” Marco shook his head. “I’ve had to go since halfway through the set. Maybe… I’ll just go in the trees over there.” “I have to go too,” Elizabeth said. “C’mon, let’s go.” A faint smell in the air indicated that many of the concertgoers had come to this stand of trees for the same purpose during the show. Elizabeth blazed a path deep into the growth, wary of being discovered by somebody else looking for relief after the concert. After spending about a minute climbing the side of the hill she looked around and couldn’t see anybody else except for Marco and Riley. “This is the place,” she said, and reached for her zipper. Marco gulped and turned towards a tree on the other side of the clearing. He didn’t want to look, but just as he’d reached into his underwear a sudden splashing sound made him look over his shoulder. The sight of Elizabeth standing straight up with her pants around her ankles, hands at her crotch, and a pale stream striking dry leaves at the base of a tree made his mouth drop. “I thought girls had to squat!” he exclaimed. Riley, who was leaning nonchalantly against another tree, rolled his eye. “Nope,” Elizabeth said, a bit to casually for Marco’s liking. “Can’t squat here; the hill’s too steep. I’d fall over.” “But… how are you doing that?” “By pulling my pussy up, same as you’d aim your dick at a tree. Besides, you said you thought girls have to squat? How many girls have you seen pee?” “None! I just mean, you know, I read in books and stuff…” Marco turned back towards his tree. His bladder was uncomfortably full, and feeling better was a simple matter of peeing against the tree. But even though dampening the bark was a necessary prerequisite to avoid humiliating himself in a puddle on the train ride back home, a stream wasn’t forthcoming. He was simply unable to relax in the unusual position of holding his penis in his hand in the middle of the woods. In the distance, the murmur of the crowd as they left the park. Closer, the pattering of Elizabeth’s stream as it alternated between a tree trunk and dry leaves. Then, suddenly: “Can’t go?” Riley was standing next to him. “Nuh-uh,” Marco said. “I’m worried that someone’s going to catch me and then I’ll have to explain why I’m peeing on a tree in the middle of San Francisco.” “Even though this is the kind of thing you do at a concert.” “I know…” Behind them, Elizabeth finished emptying her bladder with a few last strong sprays against the tree. As she pulled up her pants, she addressed the couple. “You know, Marco, if other people pee in a place then that means it’s okay for you to do it too.” “It’s like a bathroom,” Riley said. “If we all piss here then it’s like we’ve turned the trees into a urinal. That makes it okay.” “Okay…” Marco muttered, and concentrated. Ten seconds passed, and then a brief jet of urine struck the tree right between his legs. But he couldn’t keep the stream going, and soon it was over, with Marco left holding his dick in his right hand. “If this is going to take so long, then I’m going to go too,” Riley said. He stood at the tree next to Marco and opened his pants. He began peeing as soon as he got his penis out, letting lose a steady, even stream that Marco gazed upon with a combination of lust and envy. Riley was peeing as freely as if he was at a urinal, and Marco wished that he could summon the same flow instead of spending all his energy just trying to get a few drips in the dirt. Worse still, Marco could feel his member stiffening slightly; with an erection, he’d have no chance of watering the tree. Riley looked over and smiled. “Hold your breath as long as you can,” he told Marco. “What?” “Trust me.” Marco inhaled a bit and then sealed off his lungs. As the urge to exhale grew, he felt his senses heighten: The ache in his bladder, the sensitivity of the shaft in his hands, the smell of the urine in the puddles on either side of him, the sound of Riley’s stream thundering against the tree, the pressure building up in his chest- Marco gasped, refilling his lungs with oxygen. As he did, he felt himself let go, and a stream of his own joined the one that Riley was producing. “Oooh, yeah,” he moaned. “You didn’t pee for the entire concert, did you?” Elizabeth asked. “Nope,” Marco replied. “And how much did you drink?” “A few cans of that Italian soda.” “Wow,” Riley said. “I don’t think I can hold that much.” He may have been right, since even as his own stream was dwindling Marco’s was still going strong. Riley shook himself off and zipped up and then just stood back and waited to see how long Marco would piss. By now, the puddle at the base of the tree was growing so large that it was threatening Marco’s shoes, so he stepped around the circumference of the trunk, stream flowing all the while. Elizabeth looked on from a distance, but Riley didn’t even pretend that he wasn’t staring straight at Marco’s crotch. Marco felt surprisingly confident, but he was still blushing a little. That came as a surprise, because he could feel blood rapidly being redirected to another part of his body. The impact point of the fountain against the tree was rising rapidly, and his stream was losing power. Eventually it stopped entirely. “All done?” Riley asked. “Wait.” Pissing with an erection was hard; the last bit of the stream always needed some coaxing. Marco managed to get a little bit out at a time, spraying higher and higher on the tree with each release. Riley and Elizabeth looked on with a bit of awe as the final burst reached Marco’s shoulders, traveling nearly parallel to his torso as it left his rigid member. Marco was so hard, in fact, that he couldn’t even shake himself off, and he accepted the few drops that would stay behind on the tip of his penis as he tucked back it into an ill-fitting home within his underwear. Marco turned away from the tree and found himself staring directly into Riley’s eyes. Riley stared back. They held each other’s gaze for five, ten, fifteen seconds, drawing ever closer as they did so. The distance between them shrunk… “Uh, guys,” Elizabeth interrupted. Was it just Riley’s imagination, or was she embarrassed to be intruding on such an intimate moment? Reluctantly, he turned away from Marco and snapped, “What?” “We have to get to the train,” she said, and then started walking back down the hill. Marco and Riley sprang into a trot to keep up with her, but held back a bit to keep their footing on the steep hill. Elizabeth set a fast pace through the trees, and she left her companions behind as she approached the path back down into the field. Therefore, Marco and Riley were alone once again for a moment before they rejoined the crowd. “That was hot,” Marco whispered. “Yeah,” Riley replied. “Let’s do that again sometime.” “Yeah.”
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  48. I'm a little too old for sleepovers with my girlfriends these days, but this is how I used to dress. I was able to get away with Goodnites at the time, but now I need a diaper to hold my full bladder. Little shorts like these are super comfy, but I have to be cautious about the waistband not to give me away. Head over to my JFFs to see my naughty content!
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  49. DLSL-627

    View File DLSL-627 DLSL-627 Submitter fcgoodman Submitted 06/01/2024 Category JAV Collections  
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  50. New pants wetting from nikolkink on pornhub. She seems to really enjoy wetting herself. Hottest vid I’ve seen all year. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=66566d508b0a0
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