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    View File DLSL-218 DLSL-218 5 Angles Splashes pleasure pissing Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 02/19/2019 Category Peeing  
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    It was amazing how much a person could eat and drink unintentionally, Sarah thought as her hands occupied themselves by slipping into the popcorn and raising her juice to her mouth continually. It was almost subconscious and the therapists in her did wonder how many people around her were using the cinema as escapism as much as entertainment. Thankfully as the film gathered pace her mind eventually focussed on the storyline and she laughed and smiled along like everyone else, caught up in nothing more than the screen in front of her, almost forgetting even that Will was right beside her. Will was struggling to get into the film at first, wishing instead he was alone with Sarah doing something else but as time went on he relaxed more and sipped at his soda which he was sure was very overpriced and definitely not branded. He could taste the difference and added ice usually meant for him that unless he drank it fairly quickly his drink would taste too mild and diluted as the ice melted. He wasn’t overly thirsty, having had two pints of beer with his meal, but the idea of diluted watered down cheap cola didn’t appeal so while it was clearly a cheap alternative it would be a lot worse if his ice melted. For that reason he drank most of it in the first half hour of the film, something which he knew he might later regret. As a loud, slightly scary, part happened I the film Sarah found herself automatically crossing her legs. She realised, finally, that she really should have went to the ladies before the film started but now sat in the centre of a full row of strangers she felt embarrassed to move. She reasoned her need would soon subside so switched back to film mode and tried to ignore her body’s desires, all while sipping her soda now and again without any thought to the fact this may make things worse. Will shifted on his seat a bit as he felt suddenly uncomfortable and distracted. His stomach was bloated as he rubbed his hand over it and felt his distended bladder. He rubbed it gently hoping that it would magically disappear as he crossed his ankles and tapped the top of his leg. Had he been at home he may have paused the film at this point for a much needed pee break but as this wasn’t possible he tried ignoring his growing need to switch back to the film. The theatre was dark, lit only by the screen in front and small exit signs above the doors at the rear but Will could make out the outline of Sarah beside him and he smiled to himself as he thought of her. He wasn’t too deeply into the film yet and he sort of wished he could take Sarah’s hand and whisk her away alone. He reached over to feel for Sarah’s hand which she took happily. He would whisk her via the toilets first if he could though. He would feel much more comfortable then. Sarah’s bladder was starting to niggle at her more. She changed position and tied to ignore it but the pounding and tingling between her legs wasn’t for disappearing and Sarah was getting annoyed. Will had paid good money for them to watch this film and she was enjoying it and besides she reckoned she’d have to disturb around 10 plus strangers just to get out from the middle of the row. She would need to try and wait. Will shifted in his seat again. The film seemed to be going so slowly and his bladder was filling all too fast. The only saving grace was the lack of lightening which meant he could cross his legs at the knee and slip his free hand lightly between them leaning very lightly on his member to help subside his feelings of needing release. That seemed to help but then another wave would come and Will found himself having to change position again and cross his legs the opposite way. His need was increasing fast and he wasn’t comfortable about that fact one bit. If only he was at home where he could take a break, or even sat at the end of a row where nipping out was simple. Will was terrified of strangers and could never find himself putting them out or inconveniencing them at all. He had a rummage in his coat pocket and glanced at his mobile phone for the time disappointed to see the film wasn’t even half way through yet. Will leaned to the side and slid his hand between his crossed legs and trying to find a comfortable position but nothing was taking away the throb he was feeling down below. Another wave hit Sarah quite unexpectedly as she laughed at something in the film. She pushed her bottom as far back onto the seat as possible and leaned forward, almost looking like she was going to vomit. She hadn’t meant it to draw attention to herself so when the stranger to her left asked if she was feeling ok she flushed red and apologised saying she’d just slid on her chair a bit before straightening up again and trying to find a more appropriate position. She tried leaning with her back slightly to the stranger and placed her hand on the top of her leg. Will seemed to see this as an invite to snuggle in and placed his arm around her which Sarah welcomed despite feeling quite a need to pee. She wished she had leggings on though, or any trousers really, rather than the dress skirt she had worn to work that day which really restricted her movements right now. Will saw Sarah lean forward and felt concerned. He was about to ask if she was ok when he heard someone else ask and Sarah turn towards him so he drew her close by placing his arm around her and leaning towards her. He really wanted to take her and leave though as his bladder ached to pee and he began to wonder if perhaps Sarah’s did too. Will was starting to get nervous now as time moved on. His bladder was filling and filling still and he was now bouncing his leg continually trying to keep his penis from leaking. He really did need to piss rather badly and the film wasn’t even half way through. He noticed Sarah shift again in her seat and cross her legs with a hand between them. The idea of Sarah bursting again was an enormous turn on but Will’s penis only wanted one thing right now: to piss. Sarah was getting more and more convinced she would need to somehow get to the ladies soon. She was bursting and unable to sit still at all. As the film quietened down she leaned over to Will and whispered to him. ‘I really really need the bathroom.’ ‘Me too. So badly.’ Sarah gently moved Will’s arm from behind her and slid his hand that had been playing with her hair between her legs as much as she could through the top of her skirt. Will responded by taking Sarah’s hand and pressing it firmly over his crotch. If either so much as leaked the other would be the first to know, and feel it.
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    Hello, everybody. A heads-up for first-time readers: if you're a desperation or waiting-in-line fan, you'll probably appreciate the bulk of this story even without any context, but toward the end there will be a lot of character development and references to prior stories. To fully appreciate all the character moments in here, you'll need to go all the way back to "Season 1" of the Meagan & Parker Saga. PM me if you're interested in getting the downloads of Seasons 1 and 2. If you'd rather skip to the fun stuff, scroll down until you see this: ----------------------------- And now, for all my readers, I have an ANNOUNCEMENT: I am retiring from writing these stories. Relax: you'll have a few more tales from me before I go. I'll finish Parker's plotline. But after that, I'm going to step away for a long time. Probably not forever... but it's a possibility. When I first decided to write "Season 3" and create a setting for Meagan and Parker in a college house, rather than a dorm, this story, "The Pile-Up," was the one I really wanted to tell. A true classic waiting-in-line story in which everybody needs to use the bathroom all at once. As I worked my way through the season, this was the goal. Maximum desperation, maximum college-girl hotness. But as I wrote, I got more and more into the story of Meagan and Parker's relationship. And by the time I got around to writing "The Pile-Up," I realized that I was actually much more excited about writing their relationship than writing the desperation. And when I did work out a rough draft, I caught myself thinking, Darn it, I really need to add more desperation -- as if it had become a chore, something that needed to be done in order to tell the story of a struggling romance. I also find I am somewhat less interested in my kink in general these days. It doesn't turn me on the way it used to. I guess I'm a bit bored with it. I think I need to find some fresh angle, or just to give myself some time. But that doesn't mean I don't have mixed feelings. I'm particularly sad that I might be letting down my fans. The appreciation I've gotten here has spurred me on to finish the tale. "I can't quit now," I kept telling myself. "I don't want to disappoint people." So for all my readers, a heartfelt thank-you. For that reason, and for others, I don't want to abandon this part of me. But I think I need to step back a while, so I can appreciate it again, and before I burn out on storytelling. So what's next? What you're about to read is "The Pile-Up." In a few days I'll post the next story, "The Play-Out," here in the same thread. They really belong together. After that, there will be two more stories, which I will post separately. At some point I will write a few bonus stories and compile Season 3 together, as I did with 1 and 2. And that will be the end of Meagan and Parker... but of course they will always be there for you in the stories I've already told. Again, thank you for reading. ---------------------------------------------- It was a quiet evening in Franklin House—the Thursday before Spring Break, not long after Meagan’s grad-school celebration. Parker was nearly alone in the house; Lucy and Trav were off somewhere, Zephyr had asked for a girl’s night with Meagan and Dacy at a party on the other side of campus, Cara was at work, Zach was at the gym, and Val and Miranda had gone to a concert. Mitchell was in his room working on something, and Parker was at loose ends. It was raining—and pretty hard, too. Meagan had taken the girls in her car, so leaving the house wasn’t appealing. Trav sometimes let people play on the Xbox when he and Lucy were gone, but he hadn’t said anything about it this time and Parker didn’t feel like barging in without permission. Since Spring Break was right around the corner, he felt no burning need to get any schoolwork done. He was thinking about turning on the TV to see if there was anything good on—which was a sure sign that he was running out of ideas for entertainment—but then a good track came up on shuffle on his iTunes and he decided he’d just play the rest of the album, which he hadn’t heard in a while. He lay down on the bed and listened. A door slammed downstairs. From the muffled swearing, it sounded like Zach had come home from the gym, and was probably totally soaked—and cold, too. A few minutes later, water began running somewhere. Probably he’d jumped in the shower. Perhaps this prompted Mitchell to get up and take his shower. At any rate, he strode down the hall, clad in only a towel with his toiletries bag in one hand, and stepped into the nearer bathroom. Not long later, he began singing. At least he had a decent voice. Gravel crunched in the driveway beside the house. It sounded like Cara’s car—but when the door opened, the first voice he heard was Miranda’s. Then more gravel crunched: definitely Meagan’s car this time. “Everyone’s home at once,” Parker said, poking his head out. “Seems like,” Miranda said, pushing past him quickly. “Excuse me…” She quickly went into the farther bathroom and closed the door. Val followed her roommate up the steps. “Hey, Parker,” she said. When confronted by both bathroom doors closed, she turned around and started heading back down—only to meet Cara coming up, still in her work clothes. “Can I use one of you guys’ bathrooms?” she said. “The one downstairs is locked.” “Miranda’s in one—and going by the singing, Mitchell’s in the other,” Val said. “Well, I hope they won’t take too long,” Cara said. “Me too!” Val said, retreating up the steps. “I was just about to go downstairs to yours…” The door at the bottom of the stairs opened again, and Dacy came clattering in. She ditched her high heels as soon as she could, and trotted up the steps, chanting, “Bathroom bathroom bathroom…” “Get in line!” Cara said, “There’s a line?” Meagan said, coming up after Dacy. “We got people in two showers,” Cara informed her. “Fuuuuck,” Meagan said. “How does this keep happening, guys?” “You need it too?” “We all do,” Meagan said, gesturing first to Dacy, then back to Zephyr, coming up behind her. “I really do,” Dacy said. She was marching in place, picking her feet up off the ground in mincing, careful steps, bare toes on the carpet. Her nails were painted red to match her dress. “Val, can I go ahead of you?” “Umm…” “I just drank a lot of rum and cokes and I really really really need to go,” Dacy said. “Hey, I just worked a five-hour shift with no breaks!” Cara said. “And I had some coffee to get through it. I’ve had to go for two hours!” She, too, was showing some signs of desperation: legs pressed close together. But frankly, Dacy looked much more desperate. Parker was, after all, a connoisseur of such things. “Dacy, can I get past you?” Meagan said. “I’m not cutting in line, I just wanna say hi to my lover.” “Oh, sorry, sure…” Meagan stepped up to where Parker was standing in the doorway. She kissed him hello, gave him a hug, and whispered in his ear, “Hey.” “Hey.” “Just enjoy it.” “Huh?” “Just enjoy it. I mean, what else can we do?” “You’re sure?” “Happy birthday.” He gave her a skeptical look. She shrugged. He tried to take it all in… Val, in front, was quiet. She was always quiet, but she wasn’t saying anything at all now. She didn’t seem to be showing any particular signs of desperation… other than a certain look in her eyes. Parker remembered how, long ago when she’d had to pee in a bottle in the back seat of Meagan’s car, she’d gone practically nonverbal first. There was a tension in all her body that spoke volumes, however. Cara, right behind her, was expressing herself more verbally than physically. “Two hours,” she repeated, as Dacy again begged to go ahead of her. “Two hours! And someone was in the staff bathroom when I got off! I was worried I wasn’t going to make it home!” Worried or not, she still didn’t seem too desperate by comparison. But her close-pressed legs had escalated to crossed legs. Dacy, on the other hand, was showing all sorts of physical signs. She looked and sounded a little drunk and a lot desperate. She was doing a somewhat wobbly pee dance, wriggling around a little bent over. As she turned this way and that, Parker had an excellent look at her cleavage—for as usual she had gone partying in a short dress. Underneath that dress, her thighs were clenched together, or crossed, or marching in place. “Fuck,” she said. “We drank a lot at the party, but we couldn’t go at the party. The line was too long!” She marched in place again, those magnificent breasts bouncing (her bra was clearly inadequate). But most telling of all was the look on her face: she was grimacing, eyes wide in panic. “It’s true,” Meagan chimed in. She was not showing the strain that Dacy was, but to Parker’s expert eyes she obviously needed to go: she was locked down tight. “I had the least of all of us, since I had to drive, and I had two beers. They were a while back,” she added quickly. “We were there a long while. Longer than I expected…” “Sorry!” Zephyr said. “I wanted to hear the band…” She, too, was all dressed up, but in a tight shirt and a miniskirt. She was also wriggling. Quite a lot, actually. “Shit,” she whispered, apparently to nobody, a look of fear in her eyes. “I had four…” Miranda stepped out of the bathroom. “Me first, me first!” Dacy begged. “We all gotta go, girl,” Cara said. “I am literally about to wet myself, Cara! Can’t you go downstairs?” “There’s someone in there!” “I think that’s Zach, actually,” Parker said. “Really?” Cara said. “Well, he damn well better let me in, or he’s sleeping on the floor tonight…” She headed downstairs quickly. “Val, please,” Dacy said. She was now bent over, legs crossed, clenched hand held straight down at her sides or making fitful motions, like she wanted to grab herself but didn’t dare. Meanwhile, her breasts were literally slipping out. “…Okay,” Val said. She didn’t look terribly happy—but Dacy appeared to be on the brink of crying, exploding, or both. “Ohthankgod,” Dacy said, and rushed in. She was hoisting the hem of her dress as she ran, and Parker caught a flash of ass. “I’ll be quick, I promise!” she said over her shoulder. She moved a little too quickly, perhaps—she tried to kick the door closed behind her, and it didn’t quite latch, so what came next was clearly audible. First the clatter of a toilet lid being flung up and banging off the tank, and then the hiss of a truly desperate piss, and then a moan of pure blissful relief. It all came awfully fast, though—so fast that Parker couldn’t envision how she’d had time to get her panties down. Maybe she hadn’t? (Maybe she wasn’t wearing any?) The pee stream hissed on quite a while. Dacy moaned again. Val looked pained; Zephyr didn’t so much moan as whimper. “Who’s in the other bathroom? Mitchell?” Meagan asked. “Yeah,” Parker answered. “Hey, Mitchell! Can you hurry up?” Meagan said, knocking on the closed door. “I’m going as quick as I can! I’m all over shampoo!” Mitchell hollered. The toilet flushed and all three girls still waiting reacted: Val instantly crossed her legs, Meagan tensed up still further, and Zephyr… well, she was already bent over, one hand clinging to the railing of the stairs. The other hand reached under her miniskirt and just grabbed. She was shuddering. Dacy emerged, blushing a little. Val, moving with far more urgency and hurry than Parker had ever seen other than out on the athletic field, darted into the bathroom behind her, closing the door more carefully. There was a flash of urgency mixed with relief on her face that cut through her usual reserved expression. “Oh my god,” Dacy said, looking down the steps. “Zephyr, that looks painful.” “It is,” Zephyr said in a small voice. “I’m almost…” “Just a bit longer,” Dacy said encouragingly, stepping down past Meagan to Zephyr’s side. Zephyr shook her head. “I’m leaking,” she whispered. “What?” “My panties are wet…” “Oh, hon,” Dacy said, and hugged her roommate—carefully. “That does it,” Meagan said. “I’m taking you in with me.” Zephyr’s eyes widened. “Really?” “Yup.” The toilet flushed again. Zephyr crossed her legs over her hand. Her head was ducked and Parker couldn’t see her face, but the shivering could be the last moments before an uncontrollable explosion—or sobs. “Nearly there,” Dacy said, reassuringly. Val stepped out. “Didn’t even wash my hands,” she said. “Go go go!” Dacy said to Zephyr. “I can’t move...” “Just ten feet to go,” Dacy said, literally helping the bursting girl up the last steps. “You want the toilet or the tub?” Meagan said, already unbuttoning her jeans, as Zephyr tottered toward the bathroom door. “I’ve never peed in a bathtub…” Zeph said in a husky voice. She was definitely about to explode in both piss and teers. Walking double, one hand still clenched between her legs, she inched into the bathroom. “Here, I’ll show you how,” Meagan said, and closed the door behind them. Parker stepped back into his room to avoid listening (and to avoid being caught listening). He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, feeling the churn of images and emotions in his head. So much desperation, all at once. It was a dream come true. So why didn’t he feel like it? He was barely even stiff. He lay back on the bed. The answer’s obvious, really. I’d rather have Meagan forever than five—or ten, or fifty—desperate girls in my hall. They’re sure taking a long time in there. The door opened and Meagan stepped into the room. She had a bemused look on her face. “Better?” Parker asked. “Bladder-wise? Of course. Brain-wise…? Very different story.” “Why, what’s up?” She sat down on the bed next to him. “Zephyr just kissed me.” “For letting her use the bathroom with her?” “Ummm… I guess?” “Man, you never give me a peck on the cheek when I let you go!” “Uh.” “What?” “Not a peck on the cheek.” “…Wait. Lips?” “Oh yeah.” “Zephyr kissed you. On the lips.” “Uh-huh.” “I am so confused right now.” “Right there with you, hon…” Meagan shook her head. “Fuck. I should talk to her.” “Yeah, I think you should!” “But I wanted to check on you. You didn’t really look like you were enjoying all that.” He shrugged. “No consent.” And I wish that was the reason I was bothered… “Aww. You’re so good!” “Well. That wasn’t the only reason.” “Hmm?” He opened his mouth, tried to say, I’m losing you—and closed it again. She stroked his hair. “Hey. You can say it. Whatever it is.” “I’m—worried.” “About?” “Us.” She lay down next to him and kept stroking. “Are you worried about the sex? And how we haven’t been having enough of it lately?” “Uh—yeah. That’s part of it.” “I know you’ve been jacking off,” she said. “Were you fantasizing about other girls?” “…Yeah.” She nodded slowly. “Sorry.” “Hey. I’m not happy about it. I wish you hadn’t. But I get why you did it.” She sighed. “I was afraid grad school would eat our sex life… but after I went, not just from trying to get in.” He said nothing. “Were you fantasizing about Zephyr?” she asked. He managed to whisper, “Yes.” She nodded again. “Are you angry?” “Well, irritated. But we both know it was pretty much impossible to avoid her. Besides, tonight your fantasy came to life—and you actually don’t want it.” “I want you.” She smiled sadly. “And so the battle began. Desperate girls: turn-on! Massive guilt: turn-off!” “About right.” “No wonder you’re freaking out.” “Yeah. But why aren’t you?” “Because I saw your face. If you’d been drooling I’d be so jealous, I’d be screaming at you right now. Or worse, not screaming.” He shuddered in memory. “But you so obviously looked so uncomfortable. Honestly, you seemed almost as bad as we looked. How can I be jealous of Zeph when she ties you in knots like that?” “You’re really not jealous?” She shook her head. “Sad, yes. Worried, yes. A little ticked off and frustrated, yes. Jealous? No.” They lay there for a while. “We should probably talk,” Parker said. “Yeah. You wanna do that now?” “Not really.” “Me neither. It’s late and I’m exhausted and we’ve got all of break to do that.” She laid a gentle hand on his chest. “But do you wanna make love?” “I just wanna hold you.” “I can live with that.” “Forever.” To that, she said nothing. --------------------------------------------------------------- They didn’t talk the next morning, hurrying off to class. And when Parker came home to celebrate the beginning of Spring Break, he saw Meagan and Zephyr sitting out back on the lawn chairs, clearly talking earnestly. He decided he wanted to give that conversation a wide berth. Some time later, Meagan came upstairs, looking even more bemused than the night before. “What’s up?” Parker asked. “So…” Meagan began, and stopped, and then opened her mouth again, and finally managed, “I really don’t know how to start this!” “Yeah, that’s pretty obvious!” “Zephyr’s got the hots for me.” “Huh. Did not see that coming.” “The kiss was a pretty big clue.” “Well, yeah, but before that.” “There have been some other hints, too. But here’s the thing: she also noticed that I was always putting myself at the back of the line for the bathroom. And then the way I was acting at the party… peeing in front of everyone, I guess, and making her piss outside…” ” Parker tensed up. “Yeah. She’s almost on to us. But not quite. She got the wrong idea—she thought it was my kink.” “Oh. Oh! Last night—was that a set-up?” “Yup. Not really totally premeditated, but she was feeling a little daring and desperate and so she decided to have some fun with it. I did notice she was stalling, keeping us at the party a long time… but it ended up waaaay worse than she thought it would be, since everyone else needed to go at the same moment. Anyway. We peed next to each other, in the bathtub, and she kissed me. Tried to seduce me through pee, I guess. She didn’t realize she had the wrong partner of the two.” “You didn’t tell her…?!” “Of course not. That’s your secret, not mine. But I did admit there’s a bit of a sexual rush when I hold it so long and then let it out. And she agreed.” “Whoa.” “Oh, we’re just getting started here. So apparently she hasn’t gotten laid in many months. She had a sexy Spring Break lined up to deal with that, but her plans fell through. So she knew she was gonna be stuck here, and she thinks I’m hot, and… well, she made a play.” Parker’s heartbeat was skyrocketing. “And what did you say to that?” “That I’m loyal to you, of course.” “That’s good to hear.” “Mmmhmm. I know we’re not doing great, hon, but I’m not about to jump in the sack with someone new because of a rough patch.” “Thank you. So… I guess this week could be a little awkward.” “Wellll…” “Well what?” “When I told her that I was sticking with you, she offered me a threesome.” This can’t be happening. “With pee.” This definitely can’t be happening. And he said so. Meagan shrugged. “I guess it is, though.” “What did you tell her?” “That I needed to talk with you.” “Not a ‘no’? Really?” “So… I know things haven’t been great between us lately…and I thought maybe that… this could help?” “You’d seriously be okay with a threesome?” “I’m in college! Lesbian experimentation is totally legit…” “But you’d be okay with sharing me?” “The way she framed it, you’d be sharing me with her. She says you’re a good friend and all, but she’s definitely much more into me.” “I meant in terms of jealousy. Me getting turned on by her. Her getting desperate for—well, for both of us.” She shrugged. “I guess I’m trying to tackle the jealousy thing head-on. Try to get myself past it.” “I still can’t believe this…” “I know. But anyway. I really wouldn’t mind trying it out. Zeph’s cute and sweet and I know she can get you fired up. You said as much last night. But I can also see the flip side, and why you wouldn’t want to. “So it’s your call, love. What do you say?”
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    Shit, I’m really paying for that whiskey habit now, Cass thought. “The Khans are no more than a group of thugs. Diplomacy is not going to be an option,” Cassandra Moore asserted, breaking Cass out of her thoughts. She had been stuck in this god-forsaken meeting deep in the bowels of Hoover Dam for what felt like an eternity. Moore and The Courier had been going back and forth over this and that and the Great Khans, with no end in sight. “Trust me, I’ll find a way. We need all the help we can get for the next Battle of Hoover Dam.” The Courier responded. Worst of all, all that whiskey she drank earlier? Went straight through her. Cass’s bladder had been filling rapidly as The Courier and Moore droned on about god knows what. Not that she was surprised, really. Whiskey always did that to her. And, well, after losing her caravan to raiders, she’d been drinking even more than usual. And as a result, peeing even more than usual. -- Truth is, Cass was used to caravan trips up and down the Mojave, where taking a piss off the side of the road was a perfectly acceptable - and often the only – solution to a full bladder. She had gotten used to being able to stop and let loose whenever she felt the urge. Which was quite often, considering the amount of whiskey she drank daily. Cass swore she even annoyed some of her caravan guards with her frequent pit stops. But she still always got them in on time and paid them fairly, so they never complained about it to her face. Traveling with The Courier had been a pretty big change for her. They spent a lot more time indoors and in settlements where pulling your pants down and popping a squat wasn’t exactly acceptable behavior. Add on to that the fact that there aren’t exactly a lot of public toilets around the wasteland and Cass had found herself desperate more often than she’d like to admit (One incident where she barely made it into Gomorrah to find a bathroom came to mind). -- And here she was again, ready to piss herself in front of two of the most powerful people in the Mojave. Thinking about it over the last few minutes had only made it worse. She had to go, and she had to go now. Fuck it, Cass thought, might as well keep whatever dignity I have left. “I’ll … be right back,” she muttered, awkwardly making her way out of the room. Both The Courier and Moore gave her sideways glances, but they quickly decided getting back to their argument was more important than whatever Cass was up to. Cass stepped out into the hallways of Hoover Dam, just glad to no longer be trapped in that meeting. Multiple hallways branched off in front of her, so she decided to head deeper into the dam, where she figured the barracks (and therefore toilets) would be located. As she walked, Cass could feel the pressure in her bladder telling her she was near her limit. She was glad she left when she did. She soon made her way down a hallway where she ran across a soldier in NCR gear. “Excuse me miss, but this area is off limits for civilians. I don’t know how you go down here, but you best make your way back up top.” Cass swore under her breath. “Look, I’m just looking for a toilet, okay?” The solider hesitated a bit, noticing Cass shifting around in place. “Sorry, but those are the rules, miss. The stairs back to the surface are just down the hall,” he said, pointing. Cass was just about ready to cuss him out, but another pang from her bladder made her think twice about picking a fight right now. “Fine,” she conceded gruffly, quickly making her way to the stairs. She climbed back up to the surface, each step sending a sharp urge through her aching bladder. I’m about to fuckin’ piss myself, she thought. As the whiskey continued to make its way into her already strained bladder, Cass had long given up on preserving her dignity. She moved one hand down to hold herself, only to discover the strain from climbing the stairs had already caused her to leak. Maybe the elevator would’ve been a better idea. Cass finally made it to the top of the stairs, just glad to have gotten that torture over with. She wasn’t done yet though, and she staggered towards the exit, not caring who saw her in such a pitiful state. As she made it outside, Cass glanced over at Hoover Dam itself, holding back gallons upon gallons of water. “Place looks like how my bladder feels,” she muttered under her breath. Holding herself with both hands now, she stumbled across the ruined road. She had spotted a pair of boulders across the street, which would be, well, good enough considering the circumstances. She crouched down behind the boulders, checking she was out of sight of any patrolling NCR troops. But right at that moment her bladder just couldn’t take anymore. She scrambled to get her pants off, but her stream had already started at full force, straight into her jeans. After a storm of curses, Cass finally got her pants down, and openly drained her bladder onto the ground. She soaked the Mojave sand with all the force of her full bladder, just as she had done so many times on caravan trips. It was a welcome feeling as the liquid rushed out of her, feeling the tension flowing out of every part of her body. What must have been several bottles worth of whiskey flowed out of her as Cass enjoyed the sensation of her muscles finally relaxing. As the flood finally slowed to a trickle, Cass let out a sigh of relief. Her senses returning to her, Cass was able to inspect the damage she had done. The back of her pants were soaked from not getting them off in time, and it looked like she had sprayed them even further while lost in the ecstasy of release. Cass had gotten into shit before, but she had no idea how to explain this one to the Courier. For the moment though, she just enjoyed the empty feeling inside of her and the massive puddle she had left in the sand, already evaporating in the Mojave heat. Author's Note: Cass's line, "place looks like how my bladder feels" is an actual line from the game upon arriving at Hoover Dam with Cass as a companion! I was so surprised to hear it I had to look it up, but I guess it makes sense considering Cass's background (lol). Anyways, that line was what inspired me to write this.
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    View File PamperedPennyBundle 8 Videos from the Pampered Penny studios, featuring multiple scenarios with multiple actresses. This time I've tried to work with thumbnails program and zip folder, so not so much explanation about the videos since you can see them in the thumbnails. The zip folder bugged out on me, don't know what the issue was but I will try and figure it out for next upload. Enjoy. Submitter nath69 Submitted 02/19/2019 Category Diapers and ageplay  
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    I’m really sorry this one took so long, I got caught up in a few things and kind of forgot about Zone Pink. Olivia slammed her hand down in a panic. She chose the circle option, and hoped for the best. Either Emily would experience pain, or Olivia would be slowed down. Olivia looked down to see a literal ball and chain on her right foot. “Ah! What?!” Olivia yelled in surprise. At least she knew what the circle represented. For a moment, she thought it might have represented a bladder bulge. But if that was the case, then why would she press it? She’s trying to help Emily, not hurt her! Right? Olivia decided to save that thought for later. She now had the task of saving Emily with a weight around her ankle. She looked around the room to see platforms sticking out from the walls leading to a wheel with the rope holding Emily up. She could let Emily down with that, but it would be tough to get up there. “P-please hurry up! Th-this is torture!” Emily said, constantly feeling the weight of her heavy bladder digging downwards. Olivia scrambled over to the first platform and climbed on to it. She almost leaked just trying to raise her right foot up. “Oh god~” she moaned, clamping her sphincter muscles closed. She used both of her hands and her leg to get the ball onto the platform. She had to jump to get to the other platform. “Emily I can’t do this! I’m never going to get you down!” Olivia admitted. “T-try! Please!” Emily begged, rubbing her swollen tummy. Olivia grabbed the ball and chain with both hands, and used all of her muscle to pick it up. Her bladder spasmed and she almost dropped the ball while trying to contain herself. She painfully walked to the edge of the platform, and threw the ball. The chain was long enough for the ball to sit on the next platform, so Olivia climbed over to it. There were only two platforms left, and they were the same size, so Olivia only had to do that two more times! “Emily, I think I can do it!” Olivia gasped. She bent down to pick up the ball again, but her bladder spasmed again, this time much more intensively. Olivia let out a squeal, and a huge spurt. A lot of liquid hit the ground, and she filled up with even more than that. She squeaked again and let out a bit more liquid, filling her up slightly more, and then she gained composure. She quickly grabbed the ball and threw it to the next platform. She was too far away though, and as the ball hit the next platform, it tugged on Olivia and made her slip in her puddle of piss. She yelped and fell off, dangling a few inches from the floor by her ankle. Now she was hanging upside down like Emily, and her bladder felt it. She quickly wiggled her body around, and rolled the ball off of the platform. She was upright again, but had to start over. After five minutes, she finally got onto the third platform. She slipped in her piss again, but didn’t fall off this time. She just had to throw the ball one more time. She grabbed the ball, and held her piss in. She threw the ball and held her piss in. She climbed over to the other platform and held her piss in. She spun the wheel with the rope on it and held her piss in. Emily was free, finally. “Olivia, are you okay? I didn’t think you could do it, if I’m being honest… But you did! I’m so proud of you!” Emily said, hugging Olivia. Olivia blushed and felt a really nice warm feeling. It was such a nice warm feeling that she had to make sure she wasn’t pissing herself. It wasn’t piss, she felt Emily’s love. The door opened, letting them continue with the dungeon. In it, was a funnel with a plug attached to it. “I-Is that a plug?!” Emily asked, feeling especially weak between her knees. “I-I th-think it is! W-we might be getting plugs!” Olivia exclaimed, trembling. Suddenly, the pedestal the plug was on rose up. It started slowly spinning and four panels on the ground lit up. “Emily we need four people again!” Olivia realized. “If we put one foot on each panel, we can trick it into thinking there are four of us!” Emily decided. Emily put both feet on one, and it sank into the floor by an inch. She lifted her leg and put it on the other panel, but the first rose back up. “Oh, we aren’t heavy enough to do that!” Emily said. “Well, we can’t just get heavier! How do we trick it into thinking there are four of us?!” Olivia asked. “Olivia… we c-can get heavier.” Emily said, reluctantly pointing to her bladder bulge. Olivia realized what that meant. Emily sighed, and started peeing. The release felt amazing, but then ten times what she just peed appeared in her bladder. She moaned, but started peeing again. Her bladder filled up until both panels activated. Her bladder now weighed enough for her to be counted as two people. Olivia was fortunate enough to still have the ball and chain. She didn’t have to fill up at all. The pedestal suddenly started spinning faster. It became a blur, and the girls watched it spin. Emily had both hands gripped between her legs. Olivia was very desperate, but not nearly as much ad Emily was. She was seconds away from bursting, and needed a plug that instant. The pedestal started losing momentum, and it slowed down until it finally stopped. When it stopped, the plug was on Emily’s side. Just then, a plug materialized in Emily’s pussy and she breathed a sigh of relief. The plug had a funnel attached to it. “Wh-when will I g-get mine?!” Olivia asked. “Olivia, it stopped on my side. I-I think that means that I get the only plug.” Emily said, sadly. Olivia rushed to grab the plug on the pedestal, but it was attached. It would not come off. “Oh god, my bladder isn’t as strong as yours, Emily. I don’t know how you do it, but even though I have a quarter of the liquid that you do, I feel like I’m gonna burst!” Olivia said, hopping in place. Emily grabbed the funnel and put it under Olivia’s pussy. “This is an absolutely insane idea, b-but what if you peed into me? I can hold it, and you can’t…” Emily said. Olivia blushed. “N-no… I wouldn’t do that to you.” She thought to herself, even though she was desperate to release some of this piss. “Olivia, it’s fine. Just do it, I’m ready for it.” Emily sighed. Olivia apologized in advance, and emptied half of her bladder into Emily. Emily’s belly stretched out while it all gushed into her. She moaned in pain. She was already back to 200% full, and they had barely been in the dungeon at all. Something told her she wouldn’t feel an empty bladder for a long, long time. What next? Olivia feels bad and tries to soak up some of the liquid to keep Emily from getting too full Olivia gets a bit horny and starts purposefully making Emily’s situation worse. She has a plug now! Nothing can go wrong! Olivia feels bad for Emily, but doesn’t take anything in. I’ll still focus on filling Emily for this option, but Olivia will still try to help
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    I mean coincidentally of course, my high school best friend and I ended up talking about stuff one night and I found out he liked wetting but it never went anywhere.
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    I tend to ignore the generic "I like/dislike it" one-liners as they inspire at most a generic "I'm glad you liked it" one-liner and neither really adds value to a thread. Now, if a reader actually takes the time to post some meaningful commentary or asks a direct question about something in the text that wasn't clear or why I made the choices I made in writing the story or post something that inspires further writing, I'm far more likely to respond, and the more thought provoking the reader's post, the more likely I am to have something substantial to say. An since you brought it up, I'd like to say that I hate threading and everytime I come across a threaded comments section, I wish for a browser extention that can either force the posts into chronological order or hide posts older than my previous visit. finding and reading new posts scattered throughout a threaded comments section is so infuriating that I seldom even bother checking for new comments after doing an initial read. On a related note, I hate it when people quote entire, multi-paragraph posts only to make a short, maybe even one-line, reply to a single point in the quoted post. Doubly annoying when the quoted post is the post immediately above the post doing the quoting. I'm grateful that this site autoremoves nested quotes so we don't end up with monstrous quote pyramids, but I hate that linking to another thread autoquotes the entirety of the linked thread's opening post, especially when people link to the fiction section given the long length of initial posts in many story threads. By all means, quote what's necessary to put your response in proper context, but if your own post isn't longer than what you're quoting, you're probably quoting more than what's necessary, and if you're replying to many points in a long post, might I suggest tackling the post you're quoting point-by-point so its clear which part of your response is in reply to which part of the post you're quoting. e.g. quote point 1 respond to point 1 quote point 2 respond to point 2 quote point 3 respon to point 3 instead of quote point 1 quote point 2 quote point 3 respond to point 1 respond to point 2 respond to point 3. Sorry about that rant, but scrolling past walls of text I've already read was annoying enough back when I could see, and only became more annoying when I lost the ability to quickly scroll past stuff with the mouse and the fact that the visual cues for when a block quote ends don't translate to using a screen reader(and while my screen reader has a navigational short cut for jumping to the beginning of block quotes, to my knowledge, it lacks one for jumping to the end of block quotes, and while this isn't even the most useful navigational shortcut my screen reader provides, not all forums and comments sections make good use of html elements that let me take advantage of navigational shortcuts to quickly skip stuff I've read before.