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  1. 47 points
    I needed to go sooo bad! I was busy playing games and my little bladder filled up quick, when I finally noticed I had to pee I was already about to have an accident I held myself and danced around, but it was too late, pee started streaming through my pantyhose and down my thighs. It felt so good My red panties got totally soaked, and it splashed all over my feet too~ 393090.mp4
  2. 19 points
    This happened a few years ago. I was living with roommates in a rented suburban house, and none of us really knew any of the neighbors. Most were other renters, people moved in and out pretty often. While living there, I had a habit of going out in the backyard at night to pee, after everyone had gone to sleep. It felt so naughty to sneak off to the grass and just let go, technically in public but hidden by the darkness. Most of the time I wouldn’t wet my clothes. But that night I wanted something special. I decided I was going to wet myself in the yard, and I wanted to be as desperate as possible to make the most of it. The thought of releasing a torrent of pee down my legs in the cool night air made me so excited. Since I needed a super full bladder, I opened some cheap wine to sip while I waited. I didn’t want to be fully drunk, just tipsy enough to make it harder to hold, and make me pee a lot when I inevitably lost control. While I drank I got dressed up in a light pink bra and tank top, black miniskirt, and lacy pink panties. Then the important piece: light blue thigh-high stockings. They were made of thick cotton, so they would absorb any wetness quickly and show a very visible dark patch. I felt a little bit fluttery just pulling them up my legs. When I finished getting dressed I drank a lot of water, then settled in at my computer to pass the time. I kept slowly drinking my wine, and I felt myself getting slightly flushed and turned on, knowing what I was planning to do. As I played around online my bladder started filling quickly, and it didn’t take long to feel my first urge to pee. I squirmed a little but mostly ignored it. Time passed and I got deeply into whatever I was doing online, forgetting about my need to pee for a while. I eventually stood up to stretch, and quickly shoved my hand between my legs as I felt a surge of desperation. All the liquid I’d been drinking had finally caught up. My bladder felt hard and heavy, and I had to dance a little to keep from leaking into my panties. I wasn’t quite on the verge of wetting myself yet, but I wanted to be prepared, so I went outside to finish my hold on the porch. I sat down on the steps and bounced my legs, squirming around and pressing my pussy against the concrete. Everything felt so cold at night. It made me shiver, and I could feel my full bladder throbbing and begging for release. I was definitely a bit drunk, and that meant by the time I felt truly desperate I would only be able to hold on for a few moments, especially out in the cold with so much skin exposed. Alcohol gives me that “need to go NOW” feeling, so I end up escalating from holding it to letting go very quickly. It only took a few minutes on the steps before I was frantically grabbing myself, and I knew I couldn’t keep it in much longer. I stood up as carefully as I could manage and hurried to the middle of the yard, my hands pressed tight against my panties the whole way. Normally I would stick to the shadows, but in that state I didn’t think about it. This part of the yard was fairly exposed to other houses, but I was about to burst and feeling bold from the wine... Standing in the grass, I bounced up and down and held myself tight. I was so turned on, knowing I was about to lose control at any second. My bladder was barely holding on. Suddenly, a little jet of pee hissed into my panties, soaking my hand, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my hand away and felt the wet warmth spread as I started peeing myself. My legs shook with relief as I finally let go, but just then, I heard the sound of a door opening. I froze, my stream stopping for a moment, and looked up to see my next door neighbor walking out onto his porch. He was holding a pack of cigarettes, and he looked to be in his thirties, maybe late twenties. I was facing his house, which meant he was also facing me, about twenty feet away. I saw him glance at me with surprise and I quickly looked away, pretending to be out for a walk enjoying the night. I tried to squeeze my muscles tight and hold it, but I couldn’t help it anymore, pee kept slowly streaming down my legs. I could feel it soaking into my stockings and I knew the wet patch was growing. I felt rooted to the spot, and just stood there silently, blushing and listening to the soft hissing sound of pee leaving my pussy. Even in this situation it felt amazing. I was tingling with excitement at the naughtiness of peeing myself out in the open with a stranger around. I didn’t know if he was still watching, but I stayed frozen like that until there was a little puddle around my feet. I managed to regain enough control to make it look like I was casually walking back to my house, but pee kept streaming down my legs as I walked out of view. As soon as I was out of his sight I let go entirely, soaking my stockings even further as my still mostly full bladder emptied itself. It was all I could do to keep from moaning at the release and the excitement, so I quickly shook my dripping feet off and slipped into the house, my heart pounding. Back in my room, I examined my clothes. It was exactly what I expected: my panties were sopping wet, and my light blue stockings were drenched, with a very dark patch covering my inner thighs and calves. From the front the wet spot reached halfway across each leg, it was extremely obvious that I’d peed myself. I was still blushing thinking about being seen, so I went to the shower to wash off and take care of my excitement. I never ran into him again after that. It must have been surprising for him in the first place, to go out for a smoke and find me all alone in the moonlight in a miniskirt and stockings. I don’t know for sure if he saw my wet legs, but even if he somehow didn’t see that (it was very, very visible), he still looked directly at me while I was peeing myself It was definitely more than I planned for, but it made for an amazing memory This was the experience I mentioned at the end of my other semi-related story:
  3. 15 points
    Here's a story from a few years back. I used to do challenges where I'd drink plenty, head out for a few hours and try to hold it until I got back. On this particular day I waited until I hadn't peed for a few hours but didn't really need to go at the time, then drank some water and headed out to town (about half an hour bus ride) to do some shopping for a while. I hung around in town for about an hour feeling my bladder rapidly filling up before I decided I should probably start to head home. I went to the bus stop, and I had missed the bus I wanted to get, not much of a problem because the next one was in 20 minutes and I could still wait a little while. Of course that 20 minutes turned into 25 minutes, 30 minutes, 35 minutes... by the time the bus finally turned up about 45 later minutes I really was getting quite desperate. The bus seemed to be moving painfully slowly as I sat there squirming in my seat, getting more and more uncomfortable. Other passengers probably noticed my situation, but I didn't really care. Once I got off the bus I basically ran towards home, trying to walk as fast as I could while also focusing on holding it in. For some reason getting closer to my house seemed to make the need even worse. I got to my door, fumbled in my bag for my keys... then felt the pee start to come out and I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to make a puddle indoors, so I just stood there on my doorstep pissing in my jeans, enjoying the feeling of relief and the warmth spreading down my legs. I don't know if any of my neighbours saw me. At the time this was the closest I'd come to peeing myself in public. Anyway, there's my story, hope you enjoyed it.
  4. 15 points
    I'd been holding it for hours and was dancing around about to wet myself~ These pants are tight, and the waistband was pressing on my bursting bladder, I slipped my hand under it to hold myself but it didn't help much. I grabbed tight with both hands, but I couldn't keep it in anymore and pee started gushing through my fingers. I wasn't wearing panties and the warmth felt amazing soaking into the soft fabric 638001.mp4
  5. 13 points

    New tiktok wetting

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  6. 12 points
    I'm super bored stuck here in quarantine, I've been interested in omorashi for awhile but I decided to try it myself. I laid a towel on my bed and just peed whenever I wanted to, I was wearing my favourite panties too. It felt really good whenever I peed because my panties would get really wet and warm, i might do it more often.
  7. 11 points
    Here's another story from a few years back, with my (now ex) boyfriend. I'd done smaller desperation challenges before, but this time I decided to do a whole day one, with him there just as moral support. He wasn't really into pee stuff that much, but is happy to go along with it because he knew I enjoyed it. The night before I got up to pee at around 5AM as usual, this would be my last one for a while. When I got up in the morning I didn't need to go since I was probably a bit dehydrated over the night, so I got dressed, had breakfast and plenty to drink, and got ready to go out. I put a padlock on the belt of my jeans so I couldn't remove them and then we headed out for a trip to the city for the day. The plan was to stay out all day and hold it in, of course I wouldn't be able to last that long so I at some point I would be forced to wet myself whether I wanted to or not. Throughout most of the morning I was fine, I could feel my bladder filling up fairly quickly since it must have been about half full when I woke up anyway, but it wasn't a big deal and I could ignore it. We walked around a park for a while. But by lunchtime the need had come on quite fast and I was now starting to get quite desperate, fidgeting uncomfortably in my seat. I wanted to go straight home because I knew if we left right away I could probably get back without having an accident, but my boyfriend encouraged me to keep going and suggested I test my bladder strength in a busy public place like a museum. I agreed to this rather reluctantly. About an hour or so later in the museum I was really starting to struggle, my bladder felt like it was going to explode and I didn't think I could hold it much longer, but with so many people around I was trying (and probably mostly failing) to appear normal. A few people gave me odd looks as they must have seen the pained expression on my face. I started to panic a bit and tried to calm down, but I couldn't think of anything other than how badly I needed to go. Eventually I turned and whispered to my boyfriend "I'm going to fucking piss my pants" and ran out of the museum, desperately looking for somewhere I could pee without being seen. I managed to find a somewhat quieter side street that would have to do. I made a futile attempt to pull my jeans down, but they wouldn't budge and I could not hold it anymore so I had to unleash the flood into them. Several people walked past as I was pissing myself, but the relief after holding for so long and the excitement of wetting myself in public meant I didn't care that much. When I was finally done there was a very visible dark patch on the inside of my jeans, and I then had to walk back through busy streets and get on the train home in very obviously piss-soaked jeans. Many people gave me odd looks but nobody said anything, and the fact that people could see what I had done really turned me on. By the time I got home I had to piss again, so I wet my jeans a second time before getting changed.
  8. 11 points

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    A girl is tied up spread eagle in panties and a top and tickled all over till she eventually wets herself. I stumbled across this video on VK and wanted to share it. Overall it's a good video (and new for me) but the restraints are, in my opinion, a bit loose. The tickling could also be "harder" but that's just me. Either way, enjoy!

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  9. 10 points
    This was one of my secret fantasies that I have not done until now. I'd always wanted to experience receiving an erotic massage when I need to pee, and whilst listening to a guided meditation, and just lose all of my inhibitions during the massage and wet myself! So I did In this 15 min video I've just uploaded on pornhub, my bf gives me an extended massage while I am nude on the bed, teasing me and turning me on, until I lose my inhibitions and just wet myself through his fingers and hand while I'm being gently teased and caressed! This was sooo relaxing and intimate, I really enjoyed it a lot! Meditation and massages are made so much better if you can just wet yourself during it... heres the link to it below. And some screenshots too happy Friday everyone ❤❤❤ https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ec7c513ec1a8
  10. 10 points
    Chapter 2: New friends As the four of them sat lazily enjoying the first hours of their holiday the time passed quickly, but now the sun had moved towards the horizon and the temperature was dropping. Soon the four of them were hungry, returning to their cabins to change before going out for the night. Closing the door to her cabin Lili laid on her bed once again, the day of swimming and sunning themselves by the pool had been surprisingly tiring. The first thing she knew of falling asleep was being woken by a knock in the door. They are going to kill me she thought to herself. Opening the door she was greeted by the others, now all glammed up for an evening of fun. Her sister had changed from her swimsuit into an almost equally revealing long black dress, with a transparent netting showing off her ample cleavage. The others had gone a little less asset heavy, Sasha had put on a light blue romper with a purple ribbon tying her hair up, while Janet had gone with a simple pastel shirt and black skirt combo. “Ill be one minute” Patting her bed hair down Lilli ducked back into the room for a moment, throwing on a bronze coloured strapless dress. It was a little tighter than she wanted, but it showed off her body quite well. It also happened to be at the top of her suitcase. “Okay, im ready” she said rushing back out and locking her room behind her. Now all together the group made their way to a bar they had spotted earlier. Looking around the place was packed with people, despite it still being early in the evening it seemed a lot of people had the same idea as them. Finding a large booth table near the entrance they perused the menu, deciding to go with a number of the platters to share between them. “Are we sure this is a good idea?” Lilli asked, reading the deal again “What do you mean, if you want to order something for yourself im sure we can manage” said Barbara “No, its just each of the platters comes with a pitcher.” “So?” “Well, that’s a lot to drink between us and we still need to try and win no peeing thing” “Crap, I had forgotten about that. But I mean we don’t have to drink it all, its worth the price for just the food. But if you are worried about it, you don’t have to have any” Barbara said, trying to reassure her sister. “Yeah I think I might skip them too” Janet said. Despite only having a little to drink through the day she could defiantly feel a slight need to pee. It wasn’t her aim to win this for the group, but if every person who lasted until the morning got £200 she was going to try her hardest to make it. Although by her account that would make it almost 20 hours since her last pee and she was wondering if it was even possible for her? “Okay, well I guess me and Sasha will just order what we want in them then” Barbara said with a smile on her face, clearly unphased by the others worrying about their bladders. It was almost an hour before the platters arrived, the kitchen being extra busy with the amount of people on board. The four platters and pitchers were placed on the table, accompanied by an amazing smell that made it well worth the wait. Picking over the food they laughed and joked, talking about memories from school and what they had been up to recently. Despite the fact they had all kept up with one another while at university, there was more than enough new tales to keep them entertained. But as the last morsels of food were snapped up and the first of the pitchers drained the topic came back to the competition they were still in. “So, do you think we have a chance of winning this thing then?” Lilli asked, sipping on a glass of lemonade. It hadn’t been her plan to drink but the salty batter of the bar food had made her thirsty, even Janet had poured herself a glass that she was slowly drinking. “I mean with big bladder over here” Sasha said, jabbing a finger into Barbara’s belly who swatted it away. “But I know what you mean, I really had thought this would be easier. But look around, I can barely see any black dots on people hands can you?” None of them had really thought about it, but now that Sasha had mentioned it only a handful of people seemed to have given up on the prize. Although as they looked around the signs of increasing desperation were everywhere. Crossed legs, red faces and grabbed crotches had become a common sight, giving them at least some comfort that none of them were at that level already. “True, but half of these people don’t look like they will make it much longer.” Lili said. Almost on Que a young blonde girl several tables over let out a squeal catching their attention, turning they saw the woman stand and sprint red face out of the bar, a faint trail of glistening wetness on her stockings easily visible. The others on her table began laughing loudly at their friends antics. “See what I mean” “True, I don’t think we have anything to worry about and hey, lets just enjoy the cruise shall we. There is no point getting it for free if we don’t even enjoy ourselves.” The others nodded in agreement with Barbara’s sentiment. “So its sorted, no more competition talk, lets just do our best and enjoy ourselves” Sasha said resolutely. Holding up a battered shrimp to cheers with and making the others laugh. With that the topic returned to the time 14 year old Lilli tried to impress a boy by jumping a wire fence, only for her foot to get caught and she ended up face planting on the other side. The ride to the hospital with the boys mum as she tried to act cool despite the broken nose was not the outcome she had wanted. But at least it made a good story, for the others. “Hey” “Hey!” “Over here” Turning around the Janet could see a woman waving at them. “Do any of you know her?” she asked pointing out a woman at the entrance. The tall brunette could have given Barbara a run for her money in display of cleavage, a tight green pencil dress displaying her hour glass body to full effect. While she may not have described herself as a slim woman, the extra curves only seemed to amplify the effect and there was no denying her beauty. “Oh its the girls from the pool, I think her name was Cath?” Sasha answered, waving back. “I think they are asking if they can sit with us” “Uh…yeah sure, I mean if you guys are ok with it?” Barbara asked. With the others shrugging having not spoken to them, Sasha waved them over. “Hey, thanks so much for letting us join you. This place is packed and they were telling us we would have to come back later.” “Sure, no problem” Sasha said as the four of them scotched up a bit into their booth to give the new girls some room. “I don’t think I introduced myself last time, Im Barbara, this is my sister Lili and our friends Sasha and Janet” she said indicating to them in turn. “Nice to meet you all” Cath said as the others slid onto the bench. “Im Cathleen, or Cath. It’s a bit less olden timey, you wouldn’t believe the number of people who when I write my name on something expect a 70 year old woman to turn up.” “Finally, someone who knows the struggle” Janet said enthusiastically. “What and Barbara isn’t?” “I mean it’s a bit less old sounding, plus there were three Barbara’s in our school so it cant be that unusual. How many Janet’s have you met?” “I mean our nan’s neighbour is called Janet” Lilli chimed in. “And how old is she?” “87” “Exactly” “I love the name Janet, I think it’s a great name. Very pretty.” One of the new girls joined in. “Well, seems like someone has found their own fan club” Sasha joked, enjoying Janet’s face going slightly red. “Im Nikki" the blonde woman next along introduced herself. Her deep blue eyes matching the blue playsuit she was wearing. Its high crotch seam making her thin long legs look even longer as she crossed them under the table. “These two lovely ladies are Amy and Kirsty.” She said gesturing to the next two ladies, both dark haired brunettes whose skin tone suggested a mix race of some sort. Their smooth slightly darker skin tone giving off a faint exotic vibe, perhaps south American.“And finally I think you already met Eva at the pool?” “I don’t think we formally met, although I enjoyed the show” Sasha joked. Sitting directly opposite she was also currently wondering why any man would dump the her. Eva's light brown hair giving way to blonde tips as the waves of it flowed over her ample chest. Her large green eyes sparkling brightly as she bit her luscious bottom lip playfully, aware what Sasha was referring to. Her beauty had Sasha lost for a moment, while technically not into girls she couldn’t help but think she might have found the exception to that rule. “Sorry about that” Eva said. And she is Italian, Sasha thought, picking up on the faint accent. “So how do you guys know each other?” Lilli asked. “We work together” Nikki said “Wow that must be some workplace, I bet the men don’t get any work done with all you around!” Sasha joked, accidentally locking eyes with Eva who smiled back. “Hahahaha, well I hope they do. We are all air stewardesses” Cath answered still laughing. “Well that explains that” Barbara said “What?” “I mean look at you, five gorgeous women travelling together, although why are you on a cruise. Don’t you get free miles or something at work?” “Yeah, but we all decided we were fed up with air travel. Its just such a pain in the ass.” Cath replied. “Plus it always feels like we spend 2 days of our holidays at work, its hard to turn off on a plane after you do this job.” Kirsty said. “The amount of times I almost start handing out peanuts or something makes me realise I’ve been doing this job too long” Cath said fiddling with a napkin. “Do you mind if I have a glass, my throat is really dry” she said gesturing to the pitchers still on the table. “I’ll get you another one later to pay for it?” “No its ok, we are done so help yourself girls” Barbara gestured to the pitchers. “Really, well it looks like we hit the jackpot with you guys, beautiful and generous!” Cathleen said before grabbing some spare glasses and pouring each of the new women a drink. It turned out that the two groups had a lot in common, the small talk revealing they were all similar ages and were all university graduates. Despite the fact that none of them were currently in a profession that was remotely linked to the degrees they all held. Cathleen had even gone to the same university as Lilli, although almost a decade before. A fact that the girls found so hard to believe given her youthful complexion, she had to show them her ID to get them to stop asking questions, although they still found it hard to believe she was 34 and single. Janet had also noticed that she was quite the drinker, pounding back glass after glass from the pitchers as she joined in with the others stories. A fact that she was sure Cath would regret, although there was actually no indication they were even taking part in the contest. Maybe they were just here to have a cruise. For her part, the last pint of lemonade had definitely started making its way through her system. She could now feel a constant fullness in her lower stomach which was starting to worry her. “Hey, I think those guys are checking us out” Amy pointed out prompting half the others to turn and look at them. “Don’t…oh my god, have you never heard to playing it coy?” “Coy, like the carp? Why would we play it like a carp?” Eva asked making the others laugh. “No, like play it cool” Lilli responded, “although I hand’t thought about why it’s a saying.” “Oh shit, one of them is coming over.” Kirsty said looking down at the table. “Uhh… hi. Sorry, I…We were wondering if you guys would like a drink?...on us?” The nervous looking young man asked. “I think we are ok, but tha..” A swift kick to the shin stopped Barbara in her tracks. Looking over she could see Cath nod in the direction of Eva. A little confused of why, she understood the message. “I mean we would love some, that’s very kind of you and your friends.” A beaming smile spread across his face as he sort of bounced in happiness. “Awesome, im Mat by the way” he added. “What can I get you all?” “Vodka lemonade?” Sasha suggested, the rest of the group agreeing. “Great, that’s easy. I will get these to you right away.” Mat said walking away at some speed. As he reached his table a number of pats on the back clearly showed he had done his job, before the rest of the table quickly pushed him towards the bar to order the drinks. Leaning close to Cath Barbara motioned for her to move closer as the others chatted away. “What was the kick for?” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it hard. Is your leg ok?” “What yeah its fine, just confused about why we took those drinks?” “Oh, we just want to get Eva out of her slump since being dumped. You know, show her there are still good guys out there.” “Ah ok” Barbara said, touching a finger to her nose knowingly. “But how do you know those are good guys?” Cath laughed “Did you see how nervous he was, trust me while confidence is hot, its much harder to work out if its confidence or overconfidence which is not hot. Nervous guys are way easier to read and those guys seem harmless enough. I doubt she will find Mr. right but they could be fun” Barbara had to admit it made a lot of sense, even from her own experiences. Shortly a tray of drinks arrived, the girls clinking their glasses together in celebration of their new found friendship. “Ooof, I think im going to have to visit the little girls room soon” Kirsty said, a hand gently rubbing her flat stomach. “Already!” Nikki joked. “What, I know I can’t compete with the likes of you guys, but I’ve not gone since this morning which is more than most people manage.” She shot back, the remark clearly hitting a tender note. “You say that, I don’t see a single Black mark on our new friends” Nikki said gently turning over Sasha’s hand. “Maybe we will have some competition after all!" “Well great, you have found new bladder buddies. But this bladder has to go, so I will be right back” As Janet watched Kirsty stiffly walk in the direction of the ladies room she wondered if she should follow. This new pint would likely put her over the edge of what she could comfortably hold, going now might help her avoid any discomfort. Since her last glass the weight in her bladder had increased substantially, but she wasn’t desperate yet. Watching as the other ladies drank she was aware that none of them were showing any real desperation either. An increasing number of those in the room around them now sported a black mark on their hand, having failed to last a full day. As the chat continued and a relieved looking Kirsty returned she was happy to see another competitor had fallen. Yet the others around her all seemed calm and composed, but thinking about it she hadn't seen any real signs of desperation from Kirsty either, maybe these girls were just good at hiding it. However, despite noticing the crossed legs of Nikki earlier she now sat calmly with them apart, even Cath who had drunk several glasses from the pitchers didn’t show any evidence of even the slightest need. She wondered just how much they could hold and could they beat her friends. “Hey I think those guys over there are asking if we want another round?” Cath interrupted. “I…yeah, can do?” Barbara said. With no quick objections Cath raised a thumb at the excited table of young men. But just the knowledge of another pint coming her way made Janet’s feet start to twitch under the table, most of the last pint was still flowing through her system and yet to reach her bladder. “I don’t know if I can guys, im starting to feel a little full” She said, her face flushing a little as she admitted her need in front of people who were strangers a couple of hours ago. “Thank you, someone else with a normal bladder” Kirsty pointed out. “If you need to go im sure you can keep your drink if you wait long enough for it to arrive?” Lilli suggested “No, its not that bad. I can hold it for a while longer, but I really wanted to hold it until tomorrow morning. You know, get that free credit prize they talked about. But that’s still like 10 hours away.” “Is it really that late? were we still thinking of going dancing tonight?” Eva asked, checking out her phone. “Yeah totally, and now you point it out we should probably get a move on.” Nikki responded. “You guys want to join us?” “I don’t know” Barbara said looking at the others. “I don’t really dance” Janet said. “Me either” came lilli “And I had a long journey so I wouldn’t mind an early night” Sasha added. “Boooo, you guys are lame” Amy added “Should we invite those guys?” she said nodding in the direction of the table of guys. “Yeah sure.” Eva added, surprising Cath who was happy to see her open to it. “Well, looks like we are out of here. It was lovely to meet yo.." Cath was interupted by another cry from a few tables away "Oh my god Martha, you'r totally peeing yourself" a woman yelled in surprise. Looking over they could see a middle aged woman still sat at her table, a flood of pee shooting out from between her legs and flowing off the leather bench she was sitting on. Face in her hands they could hear the liquid splattering noisily on the wooden flooring as it seemed another person lost control of their bladder. Luckily for the woman wetting herself it seemed that the metallic silver dress she was wearing was escaping too much damage as her stream slowly came to an end, her matching silver heels not so lucky. "I..uh... like I was saying it was lovely to meet you all.” Cath said as the five women slid out of the booth. Turning their attention away from the woman a few tables over the others bid Cath's group farewell, but they were sure they would run into them again at some point. Spreading out again they couldn’t help but laugh at the scene In front of them. The guys on the table scrambling to grab their things after being asked to go out dancing, clearly something they were not expecting. “They were nice” Janet broke the silence that had for some reason formed after the group split. “Yeah, if not a little intense” Lilli laughed. “Here are your drinks guys” A waitress said putting a new tray of glasses on the table. “Thank yo… sorry, the others have just left there should only be 4?” Lilli said, confused by the number of drinks. “Oh sorry….I…uh the guys over there paid for them with these.” She said holding up the free drink cards. “They only put a table number down though so if you want to forfeit I can stamp one of your passes.” “No no, we’ll take them” Sasha said before anyone could even think about giving in. The four of them now sat staring at the 9 glasses in front of them. They knew what it would likely mean for their chances of winning the bladder buster, but at the same time they were now responsible for drinking them. “I really don’t think I can handle any more guys” Janet pleaded “Yeah im starting to get full too” Sasha added. “Its ok Janet I don’t mind taking your extra drinks, if you just want the one” Barbara kindly offered. “Yeah I can probably manage one, especially for 200 bucks.” Janet said, slightly happier knowing it was just the single extra drink. Although she was starting to build up a sweat, the hot room and alcohol combining to make her uncomfortable. “Do you think you could manage another one for me” Lili asked Barbara, putting on her best puppy dog face. She too felt the need to pee, although it was minimal at this point. She was simply thinking ahead, if she could last until the day after tomorrow that would be 400 Euros that she would have made. Together with her sister that would more or less pay for one of their tickets even if they didn’t win. She couldn't help but be slightly jealous of her sisters holding powers, lasting long journeys without needing to use the sometimes disgusting service station toilets. But having seen her holding abilities on many occasions she was sure her sister could take the extra pressure, with all their rivals seemingly giving in to the need to pee. “Well I suppose I could, but that puts me at 5 pints guys. Im not sure this is a good idea if we want to win.” “You can handle it Barb, just pretend your at a bar trying to beat a hot guy at beer pong or something” Sasha said, grabbing her own two drinks. Despite her own bladder feeling full she knew that it was pretty strong too, although this would defiantly push it to its boundaries. … As Barbara put the final now empty glass down on the table a couple of hours later she stifled a burp. A heavy weight now present in her bloated stomach from all the liquid she had drunk during the day, her bladder still felt reasonably empty but that would soon change. But as much discomfort came her way she knew she had a job to do, she had to help her friends and sister win this contest. She had drunk more than this on a night out, but never with the aim of holding it longer than whenever she got home. On occasion she had woken up after a night of drinking the following afternoon desperate to pee, almost leaking, but she always made it to the toilet dry. This time would be no different she told herself. Janet on the other hand was not so sure on her holding abilities, caught between desperately running to the toilet and holding on for the money. Despite sipping it slowly the last drink had made its way to her ever filling bladder, the tightness of her elasticated skirt increasing slightly. Crossing her legs was now almost a necessity as her fidgeting increased, trying not to be to obvious she was relieved to see Sasha starting to exhibit the same body language. Perhaps if she could last until the morning, the pair of them could go to the toilets together and neither would technically be the first to let their friends down. The last few drinks had really snuck up on Sasha, maybe it was the alcohol or the company but she was kicking herself for drinking them so quickly. She hadn’t even thought about it at the time, her attention fully in the conversation just like any other night out. She could also feel the impact of the alcohol starting to get to her, she hadn’t realised it but she had drunk quite a lot during the day and she felt a definite buzz. Maybe it was just the long day getting to her. “Hey, guys its almost 11, I think im going to call it a night. I want to get a good nights sleep before our trip tomorrow morning” Sasha said, stretching her arms out she suddenly felt a spasm from her bladder….not a good sign. “Yeah that sounds like a good idea” Janet added, hoping that a good nights sleep would even out her discomfort and need to pee. Although she was slightly worried about the morning. Standing Sasha went light headed, needing to use a hand on the table to steady herself. Although it was Barbara who let out a slight groan as she stood, a hand on her full stomach. Walking towards their rooms the group continued chatting about the days events, before saying their goodnights and walking into their rooms for a hopeful night of restful sleep. Immediately discarding her clothes across the floor, now standing naked in her room Barbara gently cupped her bloated stomach, inspecting it she pressed slightly. “You better be gone by the morning” she joked at her beer belly bulge. Slowly laying in her bed she could feel the mass of liquid shift inside her, making her move a hand to her stomach and begin gently rubbing it to sooth the discomfort she was feeling. Soon she drifted off into a peaceful nights sleep. While most of the girls managed to fall into an alcohol induced slumber, Sasha was not so lucky. The pulses of her over filled bladder combined with the spinning room made her feel slightly nauseous. Unaware of how long she had been led there, she adjusted herself slowly, feeling her stomach shifting. Part of her thought about getting a glass of water to see if that would help, but another pulse from her bladder told her that would be a bad idea. Lying on her side she crossed her legs and placed a hand gently between her legs. The long silence of the night was broken as uneven footsteps made their way down the corridor, before something or someone seemed to walk into the wall next to her room. “Ssshhh, you have to be quiet” she heard an unknown man say, the only response seemed to be drunk giggling from the woman who was accompanying him. Oh please, don’t do what I think you are going to do, Sasha thought as she head the lock turn and door of the room next to her open. Sure enough the sound of a squeaky bed soon filled her room. groaning in annoyance she started to wonder if she was going to get any sleep, could this night get any worse? “Oh god your so tight” "Jeeesus!" Sasha muttered out loud, putting her arms around her pillow and pressing it against her ears, but still she could hear the randy couple next door. “Oh yeah, you love it when im so full” Said a feminine voice, a sense of worry detectable as she faltered while speaking. Their moans and groans continued for another minute before she heard the woman cry out. “NO, no, no im going to burst If you press like that” “Please, I cant, I cant…. You have to Stop!” But it seemed like her desperate plea’s had the opposite effect as a loud manly grunt filled Sasha's ungrateful ears. “Shit, shit, shit” She heard the woman squeak before the door of the room next to her smashed open and frantic footsteps raced down the hall way. Sasha breathed a sigh of relief and somehow now grateful for the silence, even the uneasy Sasha dozed off. ---------------- Thank you all for the kind comments, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Still no real Omo from the group but hopefully the goings on, on the ship are enough to keep people interested. The desperation should start to increase from here on out as the girls and everyone else on the ship start to struggle. Also, this one was a little quicker between chapters as I had almost finished this by the time I posted the first chapter. Guessing from here on out it will be more likely to be a week between each chapter.
  11. 9 points
    Sorry about the radio silence the past couple months, here's an update on what I've got done. For the most part I've been putting in a bit work on this project every other day. I have the bulk of the text translated already so now it's mostly just editing work from this point out. Proper translation is the most-time consuming part of this so now that that's out of the way it shouldn't take me too much longer to complete this. Once it's completed I was thinking it would make the most sense to post it in the Manga, Doujinshi, and Comics section of the gallery. It has illustrations in it, so it's basically a graphic novel, a really wordy one. Here's the introduction and first chapter so y'all can get an idea what this book is like. The cover page is slightly different from the example in my last post, that's because I edited a couple translations to be more correct and changed the font to more closely match the original cover. As it's title suggests, the entire book is written like a guide directed towards a female reader. It's described as an adult humor novel by the publisher, though a lot of it is really kinky and some of the writing and illustration is just lewd. It's certainly not like anything else I've ever read. I think the most concise way that I can elaborate upon that statement is to say that it's a piece of work that could only be produced by a culture such as the French. survivalguide.zip
  12. 9 points
    My first attempt at GIFs, and my first published artwork. I hope You like it! <3
  13. 9 points

    My OC Kikumi Wetting

    Happy World Goth Day! This is my OC Kikumi Saeki, she’s a goth who just loves the feeling of her soaking wet panties.
  14. 9 points
    Little clip, made a puddle on the shower floor~ I had to go and tried to hold it with my legs spread, but I couldn't wait very long, I felt the pee start to trickle out and I lost control and wet my shorts. 4970039.mp4
  15. 8 points

    Journey to Arnwick

    I actually finished this story. I actually did it. Motivation to write this whole story came and went constantly, but I honestly do believe it's my best work. It's most certainly my longest. I really enjoyed making this whole thing, and I'm very happy to see it finally finished. I'm also happy so many people liked this story, and followed it for so long. Thank you all for sticking with my indefensibly slow speed, and without further ado, I present the grand finale to The Journey to Arnwick... Finale Part III - Bravery “The End has come Armageddon, the Eternal Silence The Fell Legions have risen Guided by our herald, and the Black Prophecy This world will be awash with blood and fire and fear” ------------------ Night came, and with it, the army of the dead. They descended upon the town as they had many times before, a legion of savage monsters, a veritable tide of rotten flesh strewn with intermittent teeth and claws. Bounding through the trees were the nimblest of them. At their forefront, a vanguard of creatures like living walls of meat, prepared to absorb arrows and destroy barricades. Standing atop goliath creatures were two necromancers, converts from Arnwick, to oversee the annihilation of the problematic “heroes” rising within this little village. It was a colossal horde, unlike any they’d seen before. Each face- each vile, undead simulacrum of a face- was a unique nightmare. Together, the visage alone was enough to bring grown men and women to their knees. Arnwick was not too distant a town, many of the villagers knew people there. The Beast had been quite careful to leave just enough of its victims intact to identify. “Oh God, I knew him, I’d recognize that scraggly beard anywhere...” The twisted sights of old friends… “That ratty old coat… Is that? No… ” Loved ones and family “Tiff! What in God’s name did they… Oh, sister, I swear I’ll put you out of your misery.” All misshapen and violated. All actions meant to terrify, to frighten the defenders into surrender, to kill the warrior spirit the heroes had tried so fervently to unearth in them. The heroes- Tabitha, holy warrior and peerless swordswoman; Eliza, brilliant mage and alchemist; Alma, cunning slayer of monsters; and Hazel, a brave and innocent soul- had done all they could for them, and now stood as sentinels, ready to fight and die for them. They’d dressed them as warriors, armed them like warriors… But only the sight of the Beast’s machinations, his horrific mockeries of the living, ignited their souls, and set their hearts ablaze. “Vengeance for Arnwick!!” Someone cried. “For the ones we lost!!” Another called. “Prepare to die, demon!!” The crowd began to chant and call both rallying cries and scathing taunts. Zalacay, an Archdemon, the Beast of Arnwick, Dark Herald and a master of terror, had made a mistake. He’d shown his victims the face of death, he let them know it, understand it. He left them with nothing to fear. Frightened civilians had prepared to face the dead, but it would be warriors who would meet them in battle. ------------------ The flesh walls, riddled with arrows and doused in alchemical fire, collapsed shortly after they broke the initial barricade. One was felled even beforehand, collapsing and impaling itself upon the palisade it was meant to smash. It was all the same to the dead, as they clambered atop its malformed body and joined the battle. At the forefront, the strongest fighters broke the charge of the undead. Tabitha foremost among them, she stood further out than any, expertly cleaving apart any challengers. There were many more of the creatures than she was accustomed to fighting, but she swallowed her fear, and devoted herself to the art of slaying. By her side was the woman who’d stood with her during the last siege. Unbeknownst to Tabitha- not that she would’ve even acknowledged it- The woman had soiled herself quite badly in anticipation of the fight. When the army of the dead was nothing more than howls and roars in the distance, the dreadful anxiety had overwhelmed her, and her bowels had messily voided themselves. Wet filth ran all down the backs of her legs, and sat in a sizable mound in her panties. When the time for fighting came, she jumped into action, skewering ghoul after ghoul with deadly precision, valiantly trying to ignore the brown, fetid ruin of her backside. She slew and slew, but their numbers seemed endless. They sensed her weakness, or perhaps their master did, and they focused their violent fury upon her. The tide of the dead smashed into her. She swung and thrust her blade, but was so beset by the dead that she lost her grip, and her sword was carried away, embedded in the still-moving corpse of an Arnwick denizen. She fell on her back, claws and teeth tearing into her. Her punches and kicks did nothing to push them back. She screamed, in equal parts pain and terror. A muffled voice shouted above her, and the ghoul above her face was suddenly decapitated. Tabitha kicked the body aside like a ragdoll, and set to work killing the others. With her life saved, she began scrambling backwards. She could feel urine leaving her body, soaking into her pants as she did so. She left a trail of wetness on the ground, until another defender came to aid, lifting her up and pulling her to safety. “Fall back!” Tabitha commanded. Their initial defensive line had been completely annihilated, and she could see that many of the protectors had already perished. With the archers covering their retreat, the vanguard pulled back, past a series of wooden stake walls and spiked barricades. -- Along the rooftops, the archers stood. Unlike the last siege, this time they were accompanied by guardians to defend them if the more agile undead assailed their position. “They’re clear! Use the vials, now!!” Matthew called to his companions. Each of the dozen archers, a crossbow-wielding Hazel among them, withdrew a vial of fiery orange-and-blue liquid. Eliza’s instructions had been clear enough- just shake vigorously, remove the cork, and throw. Hazel struggled to uncork hers quickly, and was briefly stunned by the brilliant glare of alchemical fire as the ground that had been ceded to the undead was engulfed in flame. Potentially hundreds of the Beast’s army had been incinerated in the blink of an eye. … And Hazel had still not uncorked hers. She shook off the awe at the sight of the explosions, and readied hers for use. “Hazel, look out!” Alma, who’d volunteered to be her guardian, shouted. She looked up in alarm just in time to see a malformed ghoul leap from a tree towards her, baring its fangs and screeching. Alma interposed herself between them, her good arm wielding a silver dagger. The screeching monster impacted her protector, and though she plunged the weapon into its heart, killing it instantly, the force still threw her back, colliding with Hazel. They both grunted and collapsed, the vial of fire falling with a sharp clink onto the rooftop next to them. “You all right?” Alma asked, shoving the body off of the both of them. “Yes, I’m-” the sizzling and smoking vial beside her stole her attention, “Alma! Alma!!” She pushed her friend up, and they both rushed to get away from it. Looking over the side of the roof, they saw only the eager maws of the dead. While Hazel tried to think where they could go that would be safe, she was tackled. She panicked briefly before realizing that it was Alma on top of her. The monster hunter was shielding her with her own body. She would have protested, but the vial detonated in a fantastic eruption of fire and force. It rattled and shook her bones, and the heat scathed her skin. She whimpered and curled in on herself. She hated that Alma was putting herself in such danger on her behalf, but the primal fear in her at that moment wanted nothing more than to curl up and have the stronger woman protect her. As she lay on her side, curled into the fetal position, her bladder let loose. Hot piss flooded her groin, staining her left thigh. The wetness spread across the front and back of her leg, and pooled underneath her, soaking into the bottom of her shirt, as well. Alma, poised over her, had noticed the wet sensation when it reached her own knees, and pitied her friend. “Hazy… ” Alma began, but found her voice choked and strained, “You hurt?” Hazel’s ears heard only ringing, and she looked upwards at her friend, wild fear still in her eyes. Alma coughed when she tried to speak more, accidentally spitting a splash of blood onto Hazel’s shoulder. She’d taken the brunt of the explosion, and her innards hadn’t appreciated it. After another short coughing fit, her voice finally broke through, “Don’t worry, Hazy We’re-” The sound of splitting wood interrupted her, and she looked at the roof they sat upon. The fire bottle had vaporized a large percentage of the building, and much of the rest of it had been set ablaze in impossibly hot fire. Now what remained of the roof threatened to give way under their combined weight. “Shit,” Was all Alma had time to say before the wood gave way, and the two women tumbled down, Hazel screaming as they fell. Alma wrapped her good arm around her, and tried to cushion the fall. When they impacted the hard ground, littered with splintered wood, shattered glass and flaming debris, Alma gasped in agony. “Ahh, fuck!” She writhed in pain. Hazel finally came to her senses, shaking off the last of the shock from the explosion. She stood, and crouched beside the injured huntress. “No, no, no! Alma, where are you hurt? Is-is anything broken?” “Landed on my back, bad arm hit the ground, too,” She answered through gritted teeth. She was pretty sure her back had been perforated by glass shrapnel from the bomb, and then by splinters, too. “Don’t worry, I’ll… ” She looked to the ruin of the home’s front door. It was a veritable wall of flame, and beyond it was a sea of the dead. “I’ll… ” She didn’t know what to do. “Hazy… crates in the corner,” Alma wheezed out, “drag me behind them, we’ll hide until we can move.” “Uh, right! Good idea,” She lifted Alma under her arms, and did her best to ignore her friend’s groans of pain. She propped Alma against the wall, letting her sit and rest for a moment. Hiding behind the crates, the sound of the dead finally reached them. It was horrific, wet gurgling growls and rabid snarling. A sound so vile and overpowering, Hazel wondered if she would ever hear anything else again. She clutched the crossbow in shaking hands. For the first time, she noticed her wet pants. Her crotch was soaked, and her left thigh, front and back, was saturated. Alma cursed her injury, and the fact that Hazel was in so much danger because of it. None of her wounds stung as badly as the agony of not being able to protect her. She clutched her silver dagger, and silently prayed that nothing would find them. The shock and fear of the fight had also awoken a familiar need in her abdomen. She groaned, feeling the need to empty her bowels present itself. The fight was very, very far from over, and she knew there was no way she would leave it with clean underwear. It was better to end the discomfort of it immediately, as she’d long ago grown accustomed to fighting whilst needing to change her panties. Indeed, her panties were already wet, as she’d been leaking for the last several minutes. With just a light push, her release made contact with the cloth of her underwear. That simple movement put her well past the point of no return, and the rest of her mess began to meet her panties. “Hazy… sorry… ” She muttered without explanation. “There’s nothing to be sorry about,” She quickly replied, clearly not grasping just what Alma was referring to. As the monster hunter’s load filled the seat of her panties with soft mush, both a muddy, crackling sound and a foul smell filled the air. “O-oh,” Hazy blushed and averted her eyes. “W-well, hey, I need to change, too,” She gripped the large piss stain on the front of her trousers. The two of them quietly chuckled, as Alma continued relieving herself in her pants. -- Eliza had been given the rather inglorious task of guarding the safehouse. Many of the residents of the town were simply not physically fit to serve as soldiers. The young and old, and those that either couldn’t be sufficiently armed or weren’t fit to wield arms waited inside. Eliza found herself staring longingly out the window, at the horde of undead, and wished she was there, being torn limb from limb, rather than stuck in the cursed safehouse with all the panicking, crying fools. The large room, formerly a town hall, now a hastily fortified shelter, stunk terribly. With even a cursory scan of the room, it was perfectly evident why. Eliza looked to a young woman, maybe a couple years younger than herself. The girl’s gray trousers were drenched in her own urine, from the top to the bottom. She stood bowlegged, and refused to sit down, despite the free chair near her, indicating she’d shat herself, too. Not too far from her, a somewhat older woman sat against the wall, holding her legs close. A brown discoloration and a telling bulge were present on her rear. When a foul smell had first struck her, she was the first soiled person she had spotted; Eliza had initially given the woman credit for not wetting herself as well, though as she looked at the rapidly growing puddle underneath her, she had to retract that praise. A younger man, the one Hazel had stopped from attacking the bartender was a victim to fear as well. As he looked out the window, his bladder gave way. He slowly shifted his gaze to the rapidly growing stains racing down his legs, and spilling out around his feet. Indeed, nearly half the people in the shelter stood either in or near a pool of piss, and just as many walked with a wide stride so as not to upset the loads in their pants. Perhaps Eliza just felt galvanized after the success of their prior ritual, for all she could think was, What children! They haven’t even breached the doors, yet. For my sake, soil yourselves after I’ve died, so I don’t have to smell it! A creak of wood above them silenced all within the shelter. Another creak, then another, and another. Footsteps. One of the leaping ghouls had made it to the shelter. Eliza’s heart began to race, for she knew the implications of that. Alma and Tabitha had positioned the archers in key locations to protect the shelter, and offer suppressive volleys into the dead. If they’d reached the shelter, then all of the archer nests had been overrun. Without them, they could be flanked and surrounded, and had no vision on the horde. That alone may have meant that the battle was already decided, and Zalacay had won. “We’re gonna die!” A woman behind Eliza shrieked, the sudden burst of noise nearly making the witch jump out of her skin. She turned to see the culprit, and saw a crying woman on her knees, a spreading stain on the front of her blue skirt, and a steaming puddle around her knees. “Quiet!!” She whispered through gritted teeth, but it was too late. An animal-like hissing broke the silence, and the footsteps grew more and more numerous. Guttural snarling from the one who’d found them seemed to draw more, and before long, it sounded as though there must’ve been a hundred monsters swarming the building. With a loud grunt, one of the ghouls began banging on the rooftop. Following suit, the others began slamming into the wood with all their might. It rained dust and splinters onto the survivors. Near where the original ghoul had begun assaulting the structure, a rotted hand burst through, broken and sliced by the old wood, but it broke through nonetheless. Now would be an appropriate time to lose control of your bowels, she thought. There was numbness in her legs, and she quickly reached back to feel her own rear, and verify that she had not yet taken her own advice. “Uh, e-everyone! Get to the basement, now!!” She called out, though the people were too stunned to move. She drew the sword they’d given her, and it made a harsh rasp as it scraped its scabbard; the sound caught the attention of the citizens. “Basement! Now!!” She barked once again, though this time with results. The door to the basement was thrown open, and the crowd of frightened, soiled people ran inside. Eliza watched the ghoul as it continued to smash apart the wood with no regard for the fidelity of its own body. Blood and chunks of maimed flesh fell through the burgeoning hole just as much as shattered wood did. Once the people were all through the door, Eliza moved to follow after them, so she could defend the narrow stairwell. Just as she reached it, seconds before she would’ve closed the door, she heard sniffling behind her. Looking for the source, she spotted another girl, about her own age, hiding under a table. She was on her hands and knees, Eliza could immediately see the stains between her legs. “Come on!” Eliza shouted, “Come on!!” when she did not budge. The girl was shaking like a leaf, and it dawned on Eliza that she was completely paralyzed in fear. Sheathing her sword, the witch ran over to her. Having lost her patience, she pushed the table over, revealing the girl’s hiding place. She squealed, and Eliza grabbed her arm and forced her up. As forcefully as the little witch’s physique would allow, she pulled the frightened girl to the door, and shoved her inside. The ghouls had just widened the gap enough that they could pass through, evidenced by the spent carcass of one of them falling to the ground with a meaty splat. As she hurried the girl inside, she grimaced when one of her pushing hands contacted the girl’s rear end, squishing the mess which had been present there. A couple other survivors dragged her inside, and more still hoisted barrels and furniture up the stairs, preparing to barricade the door. Hardly anybody inside could fight, and most of the ones that could had no weapon. Some had ripped the legs off of chairs, or grabbed any sharp silverware. The ghouls charged the door, banging on it, slamming against it. Before long, they would break through the meager fortifications, and Eliza was confident she would only be able to kill one or two of them before they overwhelmed her, too. If the others did not prevail soon, no one in the shelter had any hope. -- The defenders that hadn’t fallen in combat were being driven back. The dead gathered around the town, encircled it, surrounded and swarmed them. They were impossibly numerous, and Tabitha realized all too late that this meant Arnwick was not the only town or city to be consumed. The Beast was fast, unbelievably fast, and had built such a colossal force in such little time. In the furthest recesses of her mind, she understood what this meant: their fight was hopeless. Even if they had twice as many soldiers, the dead would still outnumber them to an incalculable degree. That the Beast waited so long, kept Arnwick alive when it had such an army… it wanted something. But Tabitha was trained as a witch hunter, trained to withstand their manipulations and mind-altering spells. She filtered these thoughts from her mind, she focused solely on the battle in front of her. The townspeople she’d defended already knew Tabitha was a peerless warrior, but those still alive, who could see how she stood in defiance of the Beast’s army, could not believe what they witnessed. Tabitha, gore-splattered, stood in the center of a bloodbath. Hundreds of ghouls lay at her feet, eviscerated, decapitated, maimed and destroyed. Each one singed and immolated by the magical properties of her sword. As she whirled about in a flurry of strikes, sparks and billows of flame flying from her sword, each motion felling an opponent, it seemed even the walking corpses were terrified of her. The army of the dead advanced around her, careful not to stray too close. Indeed, she suspected that the ones engaging her were not doing so in an attempt to kill her, but rather just to keep her occupied so the others could pass. She’d barely even noticed, but the enemy’s numbers were waning sharply. They had initially seemed so overwhelmingly huge that she felt it impossible to defeat them. Now, though… She hated the little witch, but credit was due: her plan had worked stupendously. Their organization, their weapons, their special equipment, the timing of it all- the Beast had marched his army into a slaughter. Not that it would be an easy victory- not that victory was even assured. The town was in absolute ruins. Tabitha had been so inundated with monsters to slay that she’d completely neglected to take stock of their defenses, but she had no doubt many, likely most of their defenders had fallen. She paid it no mind, though. All that mattered was the death of the archdemon. Even if every single of them perished here, his death would forbid the calamity from spreading any further. “Are you truly so desperate to find me, child?” The voice froze her breath and her muscles. Sanguine and cold, dripping with depraved delight. She’d been stopped mid-swing, her blade only inches from the neck of a ghoul. But… the ghoul had stopped, as well. In fact, they no longer pressed the attack against her. They surrounded her, and just watched. With a savage grunt, she completed the swing, felling the ghoul. The sounds of slavering fiends and clamoring fighters behind her did not abate, the fight raged on. “Show yourself, abomination!” Tabitha called into the night, voice shaking and ragged. Something in her mind, a sensation, gave her a silent answer. She did not know how she knew, but she knew suddenly what she would see when she turned around. Abject terror flooded into her. She had known that the demon would make an appearance, but even so, now the time was nigh, and her body had been frozen in fear. Wetness cascaded down her legs, drenching her pants. Noisily, a puddle formed in the crimson dirt below her. “Turn around,” The Beast commanded. Tabitha found herself unable to refuse. She slowly came to face him, gazing upon the unholy gargantuan. As she’d observed before, he was like the dreadful union of man and vulture. Easily twelve feet in height, composed of spindly limbs with taloned fingers. An avian head with a cruel beak. Massive wings that moved to encircle the both of them. Her heart didn’t stop, though she wondered if that was a blessing or a curse. The witch’s charm worked. Her sword clattered in her hand, and a new warmth settled into her panties. The mass there grew and grew, until she’d filled her trousers substantially. “So difficult to resist your fear, isn’t it?” She could sense the monster’s jubilation. Beyond being humiliating, her wetting and soiling herself indicated that she was terrified. To a demon, that meant she was malleable. “Give in.” The edges of her vision darkened, her thoughts became clouded. The sounds of fighting had grown dim and distant. “Come with me, little child. Fulfill your purpose, and I promise that you’ll be free from fear.” She tried to answer, to reject him, but was too numb. She only babbled half words and sounds. The Beast reached out with a huge, clawed hand. In a surprisingly gentle motion, he clasped her hand. “Be the first. Our champion. Our guiding light. The Black Prophecy await- AAAAGGHHH!!” The Beast howled in fury and pain, and Tabitha gritted her teeth, twisting the holy blade she’d driven into him. With a swipe, he knocked the sword from her hand, and it clattered to the ground below. A demonic force gripped her, and held her in the air. Perhaps intentionally, the wetness of her pants and the mass in her panties were pushed and held against her, as if to remind her of her fear. The wound, a jagged gash in the monster’s chest, mended itself before her very eyes. “Worry not, little one: I forgive you.” He leaned in closer, his rotted face only an inch from her nose, “Perhaps I am being too hasty. The choice was made on your behalf, some time ago. You do not yet know that you are willing. You will learn.” The force holding her aloft dissipated, and she descended into the waiting arms of several ghouls. “To Arnwick, we have one final act of service to complete.” Obediently, the ghouls followed after their master, vanishing into the night. -- Unbeknownst to Tabitha or the Beast, Hazel and Alma had been watching and listening. The swarm of undead around them had abated enough to allow them to begin their escape. Though they’d only made it as far as the window before Alma shoved them both to the ground. She’d witnessed the arrival of Zalacay. While they huddled together and eavesdropped, Alma, ever courageous, rose to a crouch and peered out the shattered window. The monster hunter gasped sharply, and ducked back down, on her knees. Her eyes were shut, and Hazel immediately recognized the familiar sound of piss flowing into pants. Sure enough, Alma’s brown pants, already host to a bulging mound in the rear, darkened as sheaths of urine coursed down her thighs. The puddle grew between her legs, and a strong stream of her piss flowed through the fabric at her crotch, loudly adding to the pool. Hazel blushed for her friend’s sake, and shimmied away slightly when the puddle nearly reached her. “They took her,” Alma spoke after taking a moment to collect herself. “I heard,” Hazel answered, “Arnwick… looks like we’ll be making it there after all, huh?” Hazel joked, but she could not hide the shaking of her voice, the tears and sobs within her. “We need Eliza. We weren’t planning on the Beast doing this.” The two of them hesitantly stood, both being so familiar with the sensation of pissed pants that both of them had largely forgotten about their “matching” trousers. With Tabitha’s abduction, their greatest bulwark was gone. The last of the survivors had withdrawn to the town hall. The dead swarmed its walls and roof like flies. But if they were so intent on besieging the building, then it meant Eliza had successfully been defending it. She was alive. “Grab the crossbow, Hazy, this may be our last chance.” Hazel took a deep breath, and readied the crossbow. She knew they were walking out to face a veritable army, but somehow, she wasn’t afraid. Alma clutched her silver dagger, and took a position close to her. They stepped back out into the night. By then, almost all of the dead had gathered around the safehouse, and were ripping the building apart. It was impossible to miss, so Hazel simply fired indiscriminately into the horde gathered outside the doors. Each bolt struck and vanquished a ghoul, though they both knew she didn’t have the ammo to do all that much to the horde. The sound of mad gibbering filled their ears, and soon a hasty scampering joined it. They spun, and Alma jumped into action just in time to slay a crawler before it reached them. But then there was more, another came rushing in. “Shit, shit, shit!” Alma muttered, sprinting back over, “Keep shooting, Hazy! I’ll protect you!” She did as she was told. The ghouls had begun to notice the two, and several members of the horde broke off, and charged towards them. The brush around them shook and rattled with stalking fiends. Alma fought them back as much as possible, but they would soon be overwhelmed. A ghoul appeared suddenly, in front of Hazel’s face, it’s ruinous maw open for a bite. She screamed, and tried to heft the large crossbow in time, only for an arrow to pierce the monster’s skull. “I’m here, you two, don’t worry!” Came a man’s voice- Matthew. “Let’s finish this!” Someone else, a woman, shouted. She glanced over, and witnessed Alma being aided by the woman who’d stood beside Tabitha. With their numbers doubled, the dead were suddenly being held at bay. Hazel and Matthew continued to deplete the horde’s numbers, but Hazel knew it would not last. They had not nearly enough bolts and arrows to succeed. She glanced around in desperation, and her eyes settled on something. A fallen archer, and something glittering on his belt… A glowing orange vial. -- Eliza and the survivors she was protecting had done everything in their power to seal the passage into the basement, but it would not hold for long. The bravest and strongest among them had grabbed anything that could be swung as a weapon, and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her, ready to receive their oncoming guests. Although, calling her comrades such a thing was rather generous, since they were the “bravest and strongest” of the most cowardly and frail people left in town. Eliza looked to her right, and there stood a woman somewhat taller than herself. She clutched a small dagger in one hand, and wore quite a fierce scowl. She was shaking, though- nearly trembling. Her pants darkened suddenly between her legs as her bladder relaxed. A wet spot, only slightly larger than a coin appeared. It grew, doubling in size. Then it grew again, and again. Well, credit where credit is due: she’s at least trying to hold her water. As the sounds of slavering ghouls grew louder and closer, the woman’s trousers grew wetter. In a matter of seconds, the urine stains had nearly reached her shoes. To her left was a young man, practically still a boy. He was only barely taller than Eliza, with her diminutive stature. She recalled hearing about him during the creation of the battle plan. The poor boy seemed to have quite an intense fear of the things the Beast created. He was known to be paralyzed with fear during each attack, hence why he stayed in the safehouse. Yet, here he was, prepared to fight and probably die. He wasn’t completely cornered- not yet, at least- there were still people for him to hide behind. There must be someone in here he wants to protect, no matter the danger to himself. At least he’s found some courage. Her thoughts were silenced when she noticed the brown foulness seeping into the rear of his pants. There was only a faint bulge, but the brown stains began to flow down the backs of his legs. He, too, was shaking. Rabid snarling outside the door signalled that the time had come. Wood splintered, and reanimated bodies smashed against the barricade. They’d done all they could to reinforce the door, but it wasn’t much. Another slam, and the wall of debris shuddered. Somewhere behind her, Eliza heard the disgusting sounds of someone soiling themself. Another slam, and the barricade shifted, beginning to lurch. Eliza stood with her sword drawn, trying to take careful, measured breaths. The pit of fear in her stomach and tingling numbness in her limbs had been there for some time, but she noted that they had been joined by a curious deflating sensation. Another slam, and the defence began to crumble. “Please!! Please don’t kill us!” Someone screamed, before devolving into a fit of crying and sobbing. Be silent, you frightened children!! A thought occurred to her, and she looked down at her own legs; she believed that she’d just figured out what that strange sensation was. As predicted, a puddle surrounded her boots, just finishing up its expansion as the last of her pee struck the ground. The front of her dress was wet, and cold droplets fell from the hem like rain. She didn’t even know that she’d been wetting herself- her focus had been stolen by other matters. Having realized her accident, she was able to detect the sensation of soaked panties, and the piss coating her thighs and filling up her boots. Her hand clutching the sword shook, and she almost couldn’t even lift the weapon. A sad, bitter smile crossed her lips, Yup. Frightened children, the lot of us… The barricade was destroyed by the onslaught, and the first of the ghouls rampaged through. Eliza swallowed hard, grit her teeth, and raised the sword. Perhaps viewing the witch as the runt of the litter, it made for her. It launched forward in a brutal charge, impaling itself on the sword, but not dying. It swung wildly, its claws raking across Eliza’s face. Her right cheek was rent open, and she screeched in pain. The monster’s unholy strength far eclipsed her own, and she was overwhelmed immediately. They fell to the ground, and Eliza covered her head with her arms as the ghoul unleashed its rage upon her. “Eliza! Help her!” Someone cried out, and after a few painful seconds, the beating ended. A number of the people who’d been hiding in the back had come to her rescue, pulling the ghoul off of her and bludgeoning it with a length of wood. The others had managed to just barely hold out against the horde, and it appeared no one had any life-threatening injuries. The ghouls continued to pour through the gap they’d created, until one of them began his foray through the destroyed barricade, only for something on the other side to pull him back. There was a yelp, and then silence, as the last of the ghouls was slain. Eliza could hardly believe it when she saw a human face peering down at them- Hazel’s. -- Hazel took a young woman’s hand, and helped her through the decimated barrier. She was the last person to leave the basement, and, upon seeing that she’d thoroughly ruined the front and back of her skirt, Hazel could say with some confidence that a majority of the survivors had had at least one type of accident in their pants- herself among them. She ran her hand over the lopsided stain that almost exclusively covered only one leg. It had nearly dried, but the stain was still unmistakeable. Around her, people were tending to injuries both grievous and minute. Many sought or provided comfort. Many could only sit in silent horror at the devastation surrounding them. In all the war stories, everyone always celebrates and cheers when the battle is won… But there was no celebration here. They had not won. They had survived. Granted, even that was a feat of almost miraculous significance. Hazel gaped at the wall of the safehouse that had been incinerated by the firebomb she’d thrown. It was pure luck that the archer hadn’t been able to use the bomb before meeting his fate. “Well… It worked, Eliza.” Alma clutched the charm pendants the witch had made for them. Indeed, she’d stared directly at Zalacay, and not died. “Excellent,” Eliza winced, speaking clearly not being pleasant with her new scars. “All that’s left is to strike Zalacay where he’s weak.” “What about Tabitha? Why did he take her?” Hazel chimed in. “I… I have no idea, I’m afraid. He must need her for something.” “We have to help her!” Hazel spoke with determination. “We will,” Alma replied. “Indeed… ” Eliza seemed to be rapidly progressing through a train of thought, “Taking her may have been a grave mistake. He didn’t ensure that we perished here. Without him, his forces were defeated, and now he has only a small contingent left at his side. I’d planned to confront him with an exorcism during this fight, but I never got the chance.” “But now we have a perfect opportunity,” Hazel felt a newfound strength well within her, and lifted the crossbow in a display of determination. “All right, my friends… Let’s finish this, and save Tabitha.” “Agreed,” Eliza tacitly replied, though she smiled back. “Hear, hear!” Alma cheered. The three of them turned, and began their trek towards Arnwick- to the end of their roads. As they reached the edge of town, Hazel’s foot struck something. She looked down, and spotted Tabitha’s holy sword, discarded on the ground. -- “Arnwick,” proclaimed the letters wrought in an elegant iron script, forming an arch. It must have once looked lovely, but now was profaned with gore and viscera that hung like banners. The buildings in the small city were mostly rubble, but they were quite similar to the arch: soaked in blood and decorated with banners of organs and fleshy effigies. The stench of the place was unbearable, to the degree that Hazel could only figure that it was completely unnatural, as if the air were poisoned. Growths like veins broke through the cobblestone path, running towards some central point deeper inside. “Uh, eeuugh… ” Hazel’s stomach turned, and she recoiled at the brutal assault on her senses. “Be strong, Hazy, just a little more,” Alma’s voice was strong, determined. Hazel had never completed her move to Arnwick, but there was a strange melancholy that came with seeing it in such ruin. Naturally, the tragic calamity that had taken place there tugged at her heartstrings, but it was something different that troubled her. She could picture the place before the end, and the kind of life she could’ve had there. It was the lost possibility, the happy lives that never were that weighed on her mind. The Beast would pay for this atrocity. The walk through Arnwick was startlingly, unnervingly peaceful. Not a single ghoul attacked them. Near as they could tell, they were not even being watched. She did not like it; she would’ve preferred if they’d been swarmed by monsters the instant they arrived. The vein led them to a disturbing sight. The veins formed a large, circular basin in the town square. The basin was filled to the top with blood, in which swirled a murky black substance. Many ghouls sat in a circle around the ritual basin, kneeling in some sort of reverence. On the other side stood Tabitha, stripped down to her heavily soiled underwear. She seemed to be in some sort of trance, unthinking and unmoving. And behind her… Behind her hovered the giant, corvid form of an Archdemon. “At last… ” He began in his slow voice, “I’ve gotten to know each of you quite well, by now. Shall we speak, or shall the feeding hour come early?” Hazel’s body locked up. As described, Zalacay radiated some kind of power, one that instilled mortals with incomprehensible fear. Urine spilled out into her already wet panties, refreshing the stains on her legs. What little hadn’t escaped her bladder earlier certainly did, then. Beside her, Alma would have relieved herself into her clothes, but she’d already emptied herself completely during the battle. Eliza’s body, on the other hand, had more to give. Her panties tented, then tented further and sagged under the weight of a completely solid mess. The back of her dress was pushed back, and she had to grip her underwear to prevent them from falling down her legs. Once the hard log broke off, the rest of her mess was softer, and piled up around it. In only a short few seconds, the mess in her panties had gone from a sideways tower to a mound. The witch had never made such a mess of herself in her entire life. “You’ve come to know such terror, opposing the inevitable in such a way,” the Archdemon continued, “Such pain and loss. All I ask is your loyalty, and you will have you desire- you will be free of pain and failure and fear. You will be safe. You have my word.” “Your words mean nothing, fiend!” Alma shouted. “Tabitha! Get away from him! We’ll protect you!” Hazel called to their addled friend, but she did not seem to hear them. “You will not see reason? Such a pity. Children, you may feast.” With a dismissive wave of his hand, the remaining ghouls jumped to their feet, and sprinted forward with a ferocity they had not seen before. But they were ready. It was not Hazel, but Eliza who hefted the crossbow, and loosed a bolt into a charging undead. Alma sprinted, and cut down the ghouls that sought to kill Eliza. Hazel drew a weapon that was new to her, but filled her with a divine purpose. Wielding Tabitha’s lost sword, she struck down the nearest ghoul, marvelling at the way the blade passed through its body, cutting perfectly, and leaving a streak of flame in the air. Even hurt and exhausted as they were, Zalacay’s ghouls proved no match for them. “Ha ha! I would’ve been utterly disappointed if you fell so easily. Tabitha, begin. I will see to our uninvited guests.” The witch hunter mutely strode forward, into the unholy pool of blood. Little embers rose from the basin, filling the air with a dark energy. Spreading his rotted wings to their full length, Zalacay took flight, then descended in the blink of an eye, smashing into the ground between Tabitha and her friends. “I hope your plan was more sophisticated than it seems to be… ” “I think… ” Eliza spoke, fighting through the terror, “You’ll agree that it was… Zalacay.” The Archdemon recoiled, both in shock and pain. He made a confused noise, but Eliza gave him no reprieve. She produced her grimoire, and began to read from it. It was an arcane incantation that Hazel did not understand in the slightest, but even she could tell that it was distinct from the harsh, demonic tongue she’d seen before. It was softer, yet filled with conviction. Whatever it was, Hazel was willing to bet that it was a holy chant. An exorcism. Zalacay stumbled backwards, little cracks formed in his mottled flesh, and a brilliant light shone through. He was stunned and weakened, Hazel could feel his deathly aura lifting, her senses returned. But behind him, Tabitha had reached the center of the pool. She lifted a knife, and poised it to stab into her own heart. “Tabitha, no!! Just wait a little longer!” Hazel screamed. She didn’t know if it was her words, or Tabitha’s own iron will, but the edge of the dagger stopped just before it could break skin. Seizing the opportunity, Alma rushed into the pool, and tackled the woman with all her might. They both crashed down into the crimson liquid. “No, No! You will not impede my glorious work! The Blakc Prophecy has come at last!” Zalacay screeched. Even through the holy force of an exorcism empowered by his true name, he lunged for Eliza. His large, taloned hand swiped, and the shock stopped the witch’s chanting. She backstepped, and her life was saved by it, as the talons shredded the book from which she read, but missed her. In his other hand, a black and green ball of fire formed, and he reared back to throw it. Holy sword in hand, Hazel came to her friend’s defense, and severed the arm holding the flame. Unlike the ghouls, the blade did not carve through Zalacay easily, and the effort it took to push the blade forward was enormous, but it was not wasted. The arm fell harmlessly to the ground, eliciting an agonized scream from the Archdemon. But he was not dead, and Hazel knew that he would need to land only a single hit to kill either of them. Do what Alma would do… In the pool, Alma wrestled with Tabitha, fighting to take the knife from her. It pained her to admit, but Tabitha would be a better fighter even if Alma’s arm weren’t broken. They rolled and battled in the pool, Tabitha constantly pulling just ahead. She couldn’t win, but she did recall what Eliza had told them: that Zalacay’s control over the witch hunter created a mutual bridge, one that could be the Beast’s downfall. She got off her, allowing both of them to stand, so Tabitha could hear her. “Listen to me, Tabitha! We’ve come to save you! That monster is all that’s left, now!” The witch hunter’s arm slackened just a bit, and she once again refrained from plunging the dagger into her own heart. “The townspeople survived, Tabitha! They’re alive! We won, we beat his horde!” “W-won?” Tabitha muttered in a pitifully weak voice. “We journeyed to a dark place, learned that thing’s true name, and Eliza is binding him right now! He’ll be exorcised in mere moments, and we’ll be free! Please, Tabitha, come to your senses!” The hand that gripped the knife relaxed some, then more and more, until the blade fell and splashed in the sanguine pool below them. She laughed meekly, and took a stumbling step towards Alma. Another step, and she fell forward, before being caught by Alma’s good arm. “Heh, knew you’d finish this… ” As the witch hunter seemed to fall into unconsciousness, another unseen blow smote the Archdemon. His aura grew dimmer and dimmer, until it was only a whisper. “Mortal infidels… This day was prophesied a thousand lifetimes ago… You will not stop it.” “You lost, demon,” Hazel had never felt so galvanized, so powerful. She ran, and jumped into the air. She collided with Zalacay’s disintegrating form, and drove the holy sword into his chest. He made a sound, like he was gasping. He shuddered, and the lights breaking through his skin grew blindingly bright. Hazel shielded her eyes, but felt some unknown force throw her into the air. She struck something when she landed, and the whiteness that filled her vision went black. -- “Hazy. Hazy! Are you hurt?” A concerned voice asked. She opened her eyes as if she were finally waking from a long and terrible nightmare. Both Alma and Eliza stood over her, and she wasn’t sure which of them had just spoken. It honestly could’ve been either of them. “Is it… Is it over?” She almost didn’t dare ask. “He’s dead. We did it, Hazy.” Eliza answered in a choked voice. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and a wide smile crossed her lips. It was the happiest Hazel had ever seen the witch be. “Tabitha?” “She woke up a moment ago,” Alma motioned to a spot nearby, “She’s confused, and feels unwell, but she’s alive and kicking.” Hazel joined Eliza in crying more than a few tears of joy. She still felt a little delusional from all that had happened, and more or less uttered the first thing to come to her mind, “Can you imagine… If I’d just chosen to move somewhere else… ” They laughed, and helped her up. She very nearly fell right back down the instant she was on her feet. Her friends kept her stable, and she finally saw Tabitha. The proud woman must’ve been unhappy that Zalacay’s ritual had put her in such a state of undress. Tabitha seemed the sort to not want her underwear seen even when that underwear wasn’t filled with her own waste. A ragged bedsheet was draped over shoulders, giving her at least some measure of decency. She fixed Hazel with a disbelieving stare, “Hazel… What you did is… Well, it’s unbelievable. That thing was going to use me to usher forth the greatest legion of demons this world would ever see. His ritual needed a holy warrior’s heart to be complete. It makes me sick to think of how long he’d been using me.” “I’m just glad that you’re okay, Tabitha. I’m sorry we couldn’t tell you everythi- Oh!” Hazel began to pat her sides, searching for Tabitha’s sword. “I need to give you back your… ” Tabitha slowly shifted her head, looking upon the ashen, lifeless body of Zalacay. The sword jutted from his chest like a flag triumphantly planted on enemy ground. She walked forward, and ripped the weapon from the body. Walking back, she held it out to Hazel. “Take it. Keep it. You’ve more than earned it, my friend.” “What? I couldn’t possibly- what about you? Don’t you need it?” “I can use any sword, Hazel. I can kill witches with any old weapon. I can’t kill an Archdemon, though. This is my gift to you, as your friend; and something I bestow upon you, as a paladin offering you the greatest honor I can give.” Hesitantly, she reached out, and took the blade. “I… Thank you, Tabitha.” She nodded in reply, then turned to Eliza, “I won’t apologize for my treatment of you, Eliza. I will always regard your lot with due suspicion. But… if ever there was a witch that was good, you’re her. You saved us all, and for that, I thank you.” “Ah, um, of course,” Eliza had clearly been caught off guard. “And lastly, Alma,” “Yes?” “I’d be honored if you’d join me. My order must hear of this at once, and they will likely begin a colossal demon hunt. Your skill would be most welcome.” “Ah. I’m sorry, Tabitha, but… ” She glanced at the others, “I’ve made a few promises I have to keep.” “That is unfortunate, but I understand. All of you have done more than could ever have been expected of you. I have to leave now, but if you ever need me, seek me out in the witch hunters, I will come to your aid with a second thought. Farewell, my friends.” They said their goodbyes, and parted ways. After a few more minutes, Hazel had finally regained enough strength to walk, and the trio chose a path leading out of Arnwick, and set out. They didn’t know where the path would lead, but they wanted very badly to leave Arnwick and its horrors behind them. -- The sun broke through the gray blanket of clouds that had refused to leave since the beginning of their journey. So far, their walk through the forest had been entirely peaceful, not a monster in sight. They’d talked a little, but all of them were much too tired to hold any real dialogue. Something strange happened as they walked, though. Hazel’s panties seemed to shift, and a dreadful and familiar sensation caressed her butt. She reached a hand back, and felt the burgeoning mess there. She was presently soiling herself, with absolutely no provocation. A soft load absolutely filled her underwear, forming an easily visible bulge in her trousers. “Um, oh my… ” “Something the matter?” Alma asked with concern. “Ah, I’ve, um, I’ve soiled myself,” She said in shock. “Oh. Did you only just notice?” Eliza asked, “I did it, too; the second I saw him, I… Well, you know.” “You probably did it when you jumped at the Beast like that. I certainly would have,” Alma added. “No, I… Yeah, I suppose you two are probably right. Must’ve done it then.” She laughed a little, but she could feel herself still going in her panties. She elected to save a little face, since it made her seem less childish to have crapped herself while fighting an Archdemon. She didn’t understand why she just emptied her bowels, though. Perhaps she’d needed to relieve herself, but the numbness from that burst of light made her not notice until it was too late? At any rate, she most certainly was not alone. Both her friends walking by her side carried similar loads in their pants. Poor Eliza still needed to grip her underwear to prevent them from falling. They would need to find a river or somewhere to wash themselves off before they stopped by any town. Epilogue - Two years later Hazel awoke, and sat upright in her bed. She stretched and yawned, then carefully rose from the bed, being as cautious as possible to not disturb Alma beside her. Looking out the window, it wasn’t quite light out, yet. That meant she had some time before the others awoke. Stepping outside the room, the young merchant quietly lifted up her nightgown, and inspected her diaper. Wet, as usual. She grimaced, and made for her study, where her extras were kept. Placing her hand on the door, a voice behind her startled her so much she had to cover her mouth to keep from making a noise that would wake Alma, “Oh, good morning, Hazy.” The surprise caused Hazel’s weakened bowels to void, soiling her diaper. The sound was loud and obvious, and her nightgown spared her the shame of having Eliza see her diaper brown and bulging, but she could still feel the mess filling the garment. “Eliza!” She hissed in an angry whisper, “Please be more careful not to sneak up on me! Why are you even awake this early?” The witch was never awake this early. “Oh dear, I’m sorry, Hazy! I was just finishing some research, and needed to use the lavatory.” Since the battle with Zalacay, they’d learned that the energy that had buffeted Hazel had done more than a few strange things to her. Her skin was a little paler; her eyes had turned a blue-green color; she had a tendency to sleep for abnormally long periods of time, reaching upwards of an entire day asleep. And finally, it had rendered her almost totally incontinent. An unfortunate price to pay for her heroics, but it was something she’d been learning to live with. “Wait, ‘finishing’ some research? Eliza, have you been awake all night?” “Oh, yes. I think I’m getting close to understanding all the changes that happened to you.” Eliza had been dedicatedly trying to undo these mutations since they were discovered, and Hazel was deeply appreciative of it. “And, er, speaking of changes… ” the witch covered her nose, sending a fairly unambiguous message. And just like that, my appreciation is gone. “Yes. Of course,” She muttered through gritted teeth. She entered the lavatory, and began the laborious process of cleaning and changing herself. The slow, arduous process. The painfully snail-paced task. The activity which she normally could complete in a few short minutes, but this time seemed to take ages. “Um, Hazel, will you be done, soon? I need to use the restroom as well.” “Afraid not. A certain someone caused me to make quite a mess.” Several more minutes passed, and the sounds of Eliza shuffling and shifting were music to her ears. Before long, there was a gasp, and then a sound of liquid splattering on the floor. She opened the door, completely changed and clean, and took in the sight of Eliza bent over, wetness running down her nightgown, and growing puddle around her feet. “You’re more evil than Zalacay… ” She murmured. Hazel smiled while Eliza set out to clean herself up, as well. As sweet as revenge was, Hazel had work to do. Two years ago to the day, they’d vanquished Zalacay and his minions, and saved the land. Hazel intended to ensure they enjoyed a lavish ceremony to commemorate the events that had brought the three of them together. After the battle, Tabitha had found them, and she and her order presented them with a colossal sum of gold for their efforts. Alma and Hazel had grown… much closer than they’d ever been. They’d bought a house in an isolated place- where Alma could hunt, Hazel could farm, and Eliza could perform research in solitude. Not everything was perfect, though. Even beyond Hazel’s incontinence, which she figured must be the most humiliated curse in existence, there were rumors that more demons stalked the land. For two years, Hazel had wondered if they’d defeated Zalacay as thoroughly as they thought they had. Perhaps it was possible something had escaped before they ended the ritual. But they were done with fighting. They enjoyed the lives they carved out for themselves, and had no intention of uprooting themselves. Hazel threw on some clothes that hid her diaper from sight, and stepped outside into the crisp morning air. She moved for town, mentally creating a checklist of foods to pick up. As she walked, the first rays of sunlight kissed her face, much like when they left Arnwick. In the end, Arnwick really had been a new beginning for her. Certainly not in any way that she’d expected, but even through the pain and horror, she wouldn’t have changed her decisions even if she could. The people they’d become were so much more than people they were, and she wouldn’t trade that for anything.
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    Warning: Nudity and choke-play (at the end) This is from pissqu33n: "my girlfriend touches & taunts my clit & presses on my bladder until i completely piss myself. once i start to lose control, she clasps her hand around my throat and teases me some more. holy FUCK this was fun to record, i love being a dirty little piss slut" Enjoy

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    This clip starts with an angle that lets you see the desperation on my face as I squirm around, trying not to pee myself. The angle then changes to one focusing on my waist and legs as I wet my tights, allowing you to have the best view of my pee slowly covering them. Once I’ve finished peeing all over my legs the angle changes to a closeup of my ass and crotch so I can really show off my pissy pantyhose. Finally, I focus on how soaked my stocking feet are with pee as I wiggle my toes in front of the camera for you. The pee on my leggings looks almost glittery where it has beaded on top of the fabric and the soles of the stockings are especially see through now that they are soaked with pee, allowing you too see all of my little toes through them.

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    Funny sketch I found on Youtube. The link is right here: "I Just Peed A Little Game Show". I Just Peed A Little Game Show.mp4
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    Chapter 3: The early bird gets to pee Janet was the first to wake, opening her eyes groggily she instantly threw both her hands between her legs and clenched her muscles, her waking body suddenly remembering where it was and what had happened yesterday. Overnight her bladder had filled and now she felt like she was on the verge of wetting herself as she laid there, faint pulses in her full bladder caused her muscles to spasm slightly. Letting out a quiet groan she gripped herself harder, using her hands to help the muscles that didn’t seem awake yet. After taking a few moments to gain some composure she grabbed her phone with one hand to check the time, 7.51am. Feeling the urgency in her bladder slightly lowering, she was glad she only had about an hour to wait. Standing gingerly she got dressed, choosing not to go with anything that would cause her to bend over. Slipping a summery dress on over her head and grabbing some sandals she decided she would walk the ship a little before heading to the pass check early. Feeling her bladder contract she winced, squeezing herself under her dress she contemplating giving in and finding the toilet, but she was too close to give up now. Opening her phone she messaged her friends. “Don’t wait for me, I'm going to go over now so I can visit the toilets straight away afterwards.” Pausing for a second to consider if that was too much information to share. She hated talking about this sort of thing but everyone knew she already needed to pee. After walking around for a while and getting a couple of odd looks from the staff at the stalls she passed a fourth time, Janet made her way to the main hall. Walking had helped her hold but she was starting to feel the same ache she had felt first thing this morning. If there was anyway she could get checked early she could save herself a lot of trouble, trouble that was fast approaching her as she tried not to hold herself in public. Walking into the room she was relieved to see no line In front of her, although a rope barrier was still across the main desk with a sign clearly stating that the desk opened at 9 and not a moment earlier. With 11 minutes to go she took her place at the front, trying to resist the urge to press her hands ashamedly into her crotch. But as the minutes passed she was getting closer and closer to succumbing to the mounting pressure inside her. She wasn’t sure where this extra liquid was coming from having not drunk anything since last night, but her bladder felt even fuller than it did when she woke. A light sweat gathering on her face as she pursed her lips, a little bit of panic starting to creep in again, she couldn't wet herself, she just couldn't. As Janet stood their waiting, a set of fast approaching padding footsteps approached from behind, clearly in a hurry. Turning around she could see a young auburn haired woman shuffling towards her at the stand with both hands between her legs. “Please, please you have to let me go first” the woman begged, tears gathering in the corner of her pleading eyes. Despite her own desperation it was clear the woman had even less time before the call of nature won over her bodily control. “yeah sure” Janet said taking a step back, how long could not stamping her boarding pass take? Stepping forward the young woman clutched her boarding pass, “Hi, im…im her to show my pass” She stammered, her legs tightly crossed as she bobbed up and down on the spot. The extent of her desperation was easy for all to see. “Im sorry, we still aren’t open for another 7 minutes” “Please, you don’t understand. I cant wait” “Im afraid you are going to have to try if you want the prize” he said, a clear lack of compassion on his face. “I….I…” The woman trailed off Jannet could see it was already too late for her, the crotch of her black leggings glistened for a moment before a river of pee exploded between her tightly clenched legs. The liquid quickly raced down her legs, saturating the thin material and pouring off her legs onto her bare feet and the carpet below. The quiet accident unfolding in front of her did nothing for Janet’s own desperation as she took a step back away from the expanding puddle that was forming next of her. 20 seconds later the steam of clear liquid came to a hault. “Im sorry, I just couldn’t hold it any longer” the woman said to the man still standing behind the stall as if nothing at all was going on. “Can I see your pass please” He asked, as the woman handed the slightly crumpled card to him. Leaning below the counter he pulled out a stamp like the one she had seen in the demonstration, inking it he stamped the barefoot woman’s papers as void. Tears forming in her eyes once again she accepted the papers and slowly walked back the way she had come, leaving wet footprints as she went. Gripping herself through her loose dress Janet crossed her legs tightly, having just witnessed an accident first hand, her own felt so much closer. Tensing her muscles rhythmically she could feel the heavy weight in her bladder weakening her control. Now bouncing gently on the spot she regretted not putting a bra, she was sure anyone watching would be able to tell and hated putting on such a display as her breasts gently bounced unrestrained. Her face started to burn red, but as embarrassing as this was she needed to keep moving or she wasn’t going to make it. Closing her eyes she tried to focus on her muscles, helping them stay in control. “Ok miss, we are open if you have your pass.” Janet had closed her eyes, bouncing on the spot in her own desperate world she had been unaware of time passing and also of the Que of desperate looking people behind her. “I uh, yes sorry” she said handing over the boarding pass which was closely examined by the man at the desk. Looking around she wondered if her friends were behind her, be she could see no signs of any of them. Although the amount of bobbing and pee dancing going on was making it difficult to be sure. “It seems everything is in order, would you like credit or Euros?” “Credit please” “Ok, no problem. Here is your credit please enjoy the rest of your day” Walking again made it somewhat easier to hold as she quickly left the main hall and headed to the ladies room. Each step bringing her closer to much needed relief, rounding the final corner she pushed the door to the ladies room open. In front of her was another desk, a middle aged woman in a simple uniform was currently stamping another woman's pass who had seemingly decided that her needs were too much to wait for the cash. A small wet spot on her jeans a clear indication she might have been right. Slowly the woman walked out of the toilets, seemingly having rushed into the toilet before having her card marked. “Hi, can you mark my pass please” Janet asked quickly “Of course lovely, may I see your card.” “Yes, here it is” Janet said, trying to maintain her composure as her bladder now throbbed deeply within her. Being just feet from the toilets was doubling her desperation, this final hurdle almost too much for her. Dancing from foot to foot her eyes suddenly bulged as she felt a burst of wetness escape her tightly clenched muscles. A damp spot spreading across her satin white underwear before she could clench harder and stem the flow. “Its okay love, just go and pee and ill give this back to you on your way out.” The kind woman at the desk said. Janet didn’t need to be told twice, with her thighs still pressed together she stepped into the nearest cubicle. Closing the door quickly she was happy she had chosen a dress as in an instant she whipped her underwear down and sat on the toilet, a strong stream of pee burst out of her almost instantly. Hanging her head she enjoyed the relaxing feeling, proud of herself for having made it this far. It was by far the longest she had ever held, almost a full day! As she relaxed and the sound of her pee hitting the water filled the room she wondered how her friends were doing. Meanwhile… Sasha woke to the sound of a banging on her door. “Sasha, you in there?” Barbara’s voice on the other side of the door asked. Swinging her legs off the bed she jumped up, only to double over and end up on her knees with both hands between her legs. “Holy shit” she moaned as her bladder got the better of her. A small bulge visible in her abdomen. the diuretic effects of the alcohol making her kidneys work overtime during the night and filling her up even more. Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes trying not to burst on the spot, but thankfully it seemed the it was just the sudden movement that had intensified her need. “Yeah…im here, give me like 2 minutes.” She said her voice faltering slightly. Slowly she stood with one hand supporting her bulging bladder, using the other for leverage on her bed. Now with one hand constantly between her legs she took off her night clothes and carefully got dressed for the day. Considering their plans she chose a pair of light green trail shorts and a tan coloured tank top, she finished up by tying her hair into a ponytail with the same purple ribbon she had worn last night. Thankfully it seemed her bladder had calmed a little, although it still demanded attention. Pressing her thighs together and giving herself another squeeze to reassure herself, Sasha opened the door to the others. “Finally, you are getting as bad as Lilli” “Hey” they both responded to Barbara’s insult. “Where's Janet?” Sasha asked “She went down early, I think she might have been struggling with her bladder, love her.” An end to a sentence that can often be condescending, but they knew it was meant with compassion. “Yeah well I don’t think im far behind her if im honest” Sasha responded. “I think im going to get my money and then go pee before I wet myself” With one hand firmly in her pocket Sasha led the girls to the main room, only for her heart to stop as she came across the line of about 20 people In front of her. “Oh god, why do there have to be so many people on this boat.” She lamented out loud. “It will be fine, its moving quickly.” Lilli tried to reassure her friend. Now stepping from foot to foot Sasha tried to pee dance somewhat elegantly, if that was even possible. Her bladder ached terribly but the constant moving was helping her hold it, just as it had Janet earlier. “Come on kitty you can do it.” Turning around Sasha could see a petite woman walking towards the line, her hands clutching a heavily distended bladder that could have passed for at least a few months pregnant. Her small size and stature only amplifying her swollen bladders size as a pulse visibly shook her body. “Im sorry, I cant hold it love” She said to the tall man next to her. “Yes you can, its just a few moments more” He responded. “Why did you make me drink those last drinks and how did I let you talk me into this” she whined, just managing the few steps to reach the back of the Que of two dozen people. Sasha continued hopping from foot to foot, her own bladder cramping heavily inside her body as it tried to convince her to give up on the money and dash to the ladies. But she was determined to make it to the front of the Que, which to her annoyance was moving at a painfully slow rate. Each passenger in line was having their pass checked in every way possible to make sure no one was cheating, a fact that was making It more and more likely that some of the desperately dancing people in line wouldn’t make it. Another groan from the new arrival made her turn around, but it seemed she was somehow still containing her extremely full bladder. Putting a hand back between her legs Sasha was counting the moments as they passed, but finally after almost 10 minutes she was next in line. The visibly desperate woman at the front handing over the pass with shaking hands and bobbing up and down rapidly. But it seemed all was in order and the woman sprinted in the directions of the ladies room, a few drops of liquid were slowly sinking into the carpet where she was once stood. “Pass please” the man behind the counter said “Here” Sasha said, almost fumbling it onto the floor. “Sorry” “Its quite alright miss” Shining the pass under a light and brushing it with a finger he cross referenced it with the passenger log before handing it back. “Credit or Euro’s?” “Im sorry?” Sasha asked, her brain currently otherwise occupied. “Do you want credit for the ship or Euro’s to spend while we are docked?” “Oh…uh Euro’s please” “Sure thing, here you go” he said handing her a small package of Euroes which she quickly handed off to Barbara. “I’ve got to go!, can you hold on to these” “Sure thing” Barbara answered, putting them in her purse as she handed over her own boarding pass. With her and Lili looking decidedly more composed than their red headed friend. Rounding the corner to where the ladies room was Sasha’s heart dropped, in front of her was a line of what had to be three dozen women, not including those in the bathroom already. It seemed like every woman on the ship was currently waiting their turn, groaning loudly she pushed a hand hard against her crotch. Time passed slowly as the line refused to move an inch, her frustration and desperation rising equally. “Come on, come on, come on.” She whispered to herself as she started to pace around in small circles. Still time passed and only two women had come out, but even from here she could see Que continued the other side of the door too, what was she going to do. “Oh no…” Came a soft whimper from behind her. The small woman had somehow made it through the line of checks and was now stood behind her. The look of anguish on her face clear to see as she tried to deal with the new revelation of having to wait in such a long line. Sasha could see the look of distress creeping across her face before the woman closed her eyes closed and a frown formed on her face. Moments later a tear rolled down her tanned cheek and a torrent of pee burst forth from under her polka dot skirt. A thunderous torrent fell freely between her legs splattering nosily onto the ground beneath her. The woman’s face burned red as she failed to contain her bladder a moment longer, the gushing stream forming a growing puddle beneath her. Smaller rivulets snaked their way down her slender bare legs before flowing out of her darkening leather sandals, the woman letting out a final whimper as she completely gave up control and the loud hiss intensified. “Fuck this” Sasha whispered to herself, unable to watch the poor woman's accident for fear of triggering her own. A number of similar sentiments were uttered by many of those in the Que as Sasha quickly left it to find her friends. Back in the main hall the other 3 had all met up and were discussing their plans for the day. A look of slight tenseness on the faces of both sisters as they battled the morning temptation to give in like the rest of them and pee. “Hey Sasha, feeling better?” Lilli asked “No, there was a fucking huge line. No way I could wait that long. The first bus leaves in like 5 minutes can we please be on it so I can find somewhere to pee in town?” she said rapidly and with a sense of anger. “I…Uh yeah sure. Have you got everything we can head over now?” “Oh Thank you, thank you, thank you. I think so, but I don’t really care right now.” “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Asked Barbara, a look of genuine concern crossing her face as she watched her friend squirm in her shorts. “I don’t have any other choice, even if all those women took 1 minute each, that’s like half an hour minimum.” “Wow, that line was that big?” Janet asked, happy she had gotten in early. Although her newly changed underwear was a reminder of the fact that if there had been just 1 more person before herr she wouldn’t have made it. “Yes, now can we get a move on.” Sasha said, marching towards the doors. Thankfully the bus was already outside waiting, showing their passes to a member of staff they were forced to wait as a young woman brought up a handful of the strange looking belts from the first day. Barely able to stand still Sasha squirmed as the young woman placed one through the belt loops of her shorts, it seemed she was having some trouble with Sasha constantly shifting legs. A clear look of knowing on the staff members face as she started pulling it tight, hearing its mechanism click into position. Now on the bus the four of them chose a set of seats just as much to Sasha’s relief the doors closed and it started pulling away. Her legs moving furiously under the seat she Knew she wouldn’t last long and just hoped there would be a bathroom close to where they stopped. Driving out of the port and towards the mountains in the distance a guide at the front started to point out various interesting things out of the windows, it helped to distract Sasha from her constant need to pee a little. A couple of rows in front she could see another pair of young women, clearly both desperate to pee as their legs bounced up and down. Sasha wondered if that was what she looked like right now,her legs shifting uncontrollably where she sat. The bumps in the road were pure agony, each pothole seemingly trying to break her defences and make her wet herself. But a short while later she heard the guide announce they were nearing their drop off point, "just a few minutes" she told herself, she could last that long. Stepping off the bus the group found themselves in a busy rural Italian town, full of market stalls and local people walking around. The smells and colours coming from all the stalls were amazing, filled with ripe fruit and flowers. “I need a toilet” Sasha gasped to the others, “Like now” “I uhh ok, im sure there is a restaurant around here somewhere.” Janet replied, feeling sorry for her friend that hadn’t had the chance to pee like her. “why don’t we ask the bus guide?” “Perfect!” Sasha said, walking back to the bus “Sorry, excuse me, would you know where there is a café or resurant around here?” The guide turned around, another knowing look of having seen this a million times written across his face. “Im sorry, its market day so they wont be open this early. But if you go down that street and turn left there should be a local café with facilities you can use, if it helps the Italian for toilet is gabinetto.” “Sorry, they are not open yet? But its gone half 10” Sasha said, trying not to get angry at him for the situation she had put herself in. “Yes, but im afraid businesses in this town don’t open until around 12 because they are at the market, or just because they don’t expect much in the way of business with everyone else there.” “Ok…sorry” She said, before walking slowly back to the group. “What did he say?” Janet asked. “He said im screwed basically. The market means things don’t open for another hour and a half” “Do you think you can last that long?" asked Barbara “Well, I guess its my only option” Although she didn't seem to sure of herself in that. “Come on, im sure we can find something that is open” Barbara said, starting to walk into town. An hour and several confused Italians later the group found themselves sat on a bench in town, Sasha was now beside herself in desperation. Unable to move she was currently sat with both hands buried deep in her crotch, legs crossed and bent forwards. She looked a mess, sweat covering her body and the ribbon in her hair coming undone, but she could focus on nothing but her need to pee. They had been unable to find anything that was open, and despite Barbara’s comments of peeing outside there was simply no time between the passing locals at market. Why was the universe against her, why did she have to leave the ship. It had now been way longer than it would have been If she waited in the Que. Her bladder spasmed again, aching for release as her muscles did their best to keep her clothes dry. Bending over more she could feel the thin plastic belt digging into her and reminding her even more of her poor choices. Aware there was no way she would be making it till tomorrow without peeing she wasn’t even sure why she was wearing it in the first place. Her frustration getting the better of her she straightened up to the surprise of her friends, crossing her legs tighter she freed her hands to undo the belt. “Come on, stupid thing” She said tugging at the belt that didn’t seem to want to come apart. “Come on!” she almost shouted, fighting with the belt. “Are you ok?” Lilli asked “No, no im not OK. I really need to pee” she whimpered “And this stupid belt is digging into me and now I cant get it off, and the stupid place wont open so I can pee and im literally about to wet myself” A pair of tears rolled down her flushed face, the hopelessness of the situation getting to her. “No, don’t say that, you will be ok. Lets see if I can help you with that” Lili tried to reassure her, moving over to try and help with the belt. “How does this thing even work, we pull these tabs here” Pulling on the tabs didn’t achieve anything other than making Sasha grunt in discomfort as the force Jostled her bladder. “Sorry” Lili said. “I don’t know why its not working” Peering closer at the belt she could see that some of the mechanism had gotten caught on a bit of the plastic belt which had somehow twisted inside the lock. “I think its stuck on itself” “Oh great, just what I needed” Pressing her hands between her legs and bending over once again, Sasha's fate seemed sealed. “Maybe the guy at the bus has something we can use. I mean its their fault if its broken” “I…..I….I don’t know if I can make it even that far.” “Come on, what have you got to loose, you cant pee with it on anyway.” Slowly Sasha stood, her centre of gravity shifting again causing her bloated bladder to spasm inside her. Eyes wide in shock she felt her muscles quiver and the smallest of leaks escape her tormented bladder. She really didn’t have much time and now she knew it. The walk back to the bus felt like a marathon to poor Sasha, who had to stop every now and then to make sure she didn’t loose it. She was on the very edges of control, but through the encouragement of her 3 friends she made it dry. Knocking on the bus Lilli woke the driver who had been napping, his cap over his eyes. “Hi, how can I help?” “Um…my friends belt seems to be stuck and she would like to ….remove it.” “Oh…um, I can take a look. If its ok with you.” Getting a nod from Sasha he bent down to inspect the belt, which wasn’t easy with how much the young woman was moving. “I…uh, It looks like one of the tabs was pulled without the other one? And its somehow got that side stuck in the wrong place. Im not sure what I can do though sorry.” “I….hhuuh” Sasha groaned “Have you got anything that we can cut it with? If its already broken it wont come off without something like that anyway” Barbara asked “Um…” he thought for a moment before rushing through the bus to a small first aid box under one of the chairs. “I…..here we are” he said pulling out a pair of strange looking scissors. “These are made for bandages I think, but they might do the trick?” “If I just…uhh…actually would one of you like to do it. It feels a bit odd me doing it.” “Oh just give them here” Lilli said, grabbing them and sliding them under the belt of the still dancing Sasha. Catching the plastic material between the blades she pressed them shut, but unfortunately the thin plastic seemed to only warp slightly as the blades slid along its smooth surface. Trying a few more times she could see it wasn’t going to work. “Have you got anything else?” “Uhh…no im afraid I don’t” “Oh god”. Sasha whimpered again, pressing her crotch even harder she fought the thought of just letting it all go and ending her suffering. It would be so easy to just let it out, but then she would still be stuck in her wet clothes, although she wasn’t sure that would be so bad right now. “I….uh well im supposed to go back and pick up the next group soon. I could leave a little early and you could come back with me. See if you can get it sorted at the boat if you think you can…..make it that far…..I’ll be fast.” “Hhuuuhh, yeah, yeah ill try” Sasha agreed. “You guys enjoy the town….ill try and not pee myself” Boarding the bus she sat on the first seat by the door, trying to limit the time between getting on and off as much as possible. Her slightly damp underwear a reminder than every second would count. The ride itself was so much worse than it had been a couple of hours earlier, her now at capacity bladder almost breaking with each of the small bumps. A haze of desperation had descended onto her mind, unable to keep track of anything but her need to pee and the memories of everything she could have done to avoid this situation. “We are almost there” the driver said. Looking out of the window she could see the ship in the distance she was almost there! But as her concentration was broken by the new hope the bus hit a particularly big hole in the road. Being so close to the front also meant she was sat right above the wheel, meaning that the shock went strait through her and her poor bladder. Again she felt her muscles tremble as her bloated bladder sent a wave of pain through her abdomen, a burning heat now present int the pit of her stomach. A second larger leak escaped her control, saturating her cotton underwear and soaking through into her shorts. Her face burned with shame as she felt the wetness spread between her legs, but somehow she regained control. It was only a leak, despite everything going against her she was still in control. Pulling up to the ship the diver opened the doors and she stepped out on unsteady feet. She must have looked a right state to the passengers waiting for the second trip. “Hey Sasha, how’s it going” Oh no, it was the other group from last night. They were waiting for the next bus. Her brain failed to come up with anything as she stood there for a few moments just staring at Cath and the others. “I uhhh” She could see the looks of concern and confusion from the others. Her face burning even more as her legs started to tremble beneath her. “They are over here” the driver said, sensing her embarrassment. “If you would like to board I will check you passes once you are on the bus” he said trying to split the two groups up and save Sasha from any more awkward encounters or outright humiliation. “I…thanks” She said as the other group boarded the bus, excitement overcoming curiosity. “No problem, ill take you to another member of staff and explain and they should be able to help you.” The next 100 meters could have been a million for Sasha, the effort of not exploding on the spot taking its toll. Thankfully the driver had gone ahead and explained the situation, she could see a couple of members of staff walking towards her. “Hi, so you are having a problem with your belt?” “Yeah” Sasha said, trying to remain calm despite the situation. If this was her only chance to save her graces she didn’t want to confuse them or make it any worse than it already was. “Ok, do you mind if I take a look at it?” The man asked. “No, thats ok” Crouching down he carefully inspected the belt, just like the driver. “Ah ok, I see what the issue is, its overlapped with the mechanism.” “Can you cut it off or something, I really need to use the bathroom” Sasha said her legs starting to vibrate again. “im afraid they were designed to be tamper proof so they are not easily cut. We do have something that can do it, but it might take some time to find it and im guessing you would rather get this off now?” “Yes, I cant wait much longer, please.” She begged “Ok, well we have seen this a few time, usually when people have tried to take it off and reassemble it themselves. We have found that pulling hard on both tabs can sometimes force it through the mechanism…but it will probably be uncomfortable” He said. “Look, I don’t care I really just want this off so I can pee.” Another tear rolled down her face as she resumed full on pee dancing, her whole abdomen quivering as her tired muscles tried to remain clenched.. “Ok, so sue if you take that tab and pull on three?” he said to the other member of staff. “You sure you are ready?” He asked Sasha “Yes” Sasha said breathlessly, doing her best to keep more tears from her eyes. “Ok then” he said putting his left hand on her leg for leverage he grabbed the tab of the belt in the other. “1….2…..3!” The force of them pulling almost toppled Sasha over as she stumbled, the belt suddenly tight around her before falling free onto the floor. But it was too late. Letting out a final whimper Sasha’s bladder burst into her green shorts. Her pee shooting out of her and down both of her legs at speed. “Shit” the man shouted as his hand became covered in Sasha’s pee which was now flowing rapidly down her bare legs and over his hand that had been holding onto one of them. The light green shorts instantly darkened around her crotch, the wetness spreading to cover her backside before running down the back of legs as well, splattering nosily onto the ground from her calves. A small puddle formed as Sasha sobbed where she stood, she was 24 and currently peeing herself in Italy. She wanted to run off completely humiliated, but her legs seemed to be frozen on the spot. More and more pee pushed its way out of her tired body, it had gone without relief for more than a full day, not knowing if this was going to be a regular event it seemed intent on emptying itself quickly. Thirty seconds later her steam came to an end, the last drops falling into the large puddle that had formed on the sun baked concrete. Covering her face in shame she wanted to wake up in her room again, surely this had all been a nightmare, this couldn’t have happened for real. A few more moments of silence passed, only the faint engine of the distant bus and sound of the waves could be heard. “Um…im really really sorry.” The woman said, the first time she had spoken to her. “Yeah, but if it makes you feel any better we see this sort of thing all the time.” The man said waiting a few moments before speaking again. “I don’t mean to add to the situation, but if you give us your pass I can stamp it here and then you can go and get…cleaned up if you want.” Nodding and still not saying a word Sasha handed over her pass. Still stood at the centre of the puddle as it started to dry in the hot Italian sun. Getting her pass back she walked off still avoiding eye contact, trying to make her way to her room seeing as few people as possible. Her shorts were clearly wet and it would be obvious to anyone who saw her, but thankfully it seemed only a handful of people were walking around the ship Opening the door to her room she carefully took off her shoes and wet shorts, kicking them into the corner of her room. Tears started to well up as she began to sob at the situation, she couldn’t believe she had just done that, it had been years, decades since her last accident, this was humiliating. Jumping in the shower she let the warm wash away her tears and cleaned the pee from her legs. Finishing up her longer than normal shower and getting dressed in some fresh jeans and t-shirt, Sasha decided she would take a walk. Perhaps a bit of retail therapy would help her get over the disastrous start to the day. As she left her room she could still feel a phantom wetness between her legs, even after changing she just couldn't shake the feeling. Leaving her room she walked the decks of the ship freely, when suddenly she felt her flipflop step in something wet in the carpet. Looking around she realised she was also noticing more and more wet floor signs, what was going on? Walking towards the elevators she stepped inside, pressing the shopping floor's button she stood back. “Please, hold the lift!” came a desperate shout. Sticking her hand out she stopped the doors from closing as a tall skinny blonde all but sprinted into the lift. “Thank you!” “No pro…. Are you ok?” Sasha asked. Since getting in the blonde had been walking in rapid small circles with two hands between her legs. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Yeah sorry, I really have to pee and the line on this floor was massive” Suddenly it all made sense, just like her, it seemed that all the other people onboard were suffering a similar fate. “Oh…..oh no” the girl cried. A strong stream of clear pee flowed between her legs, falling straight from underneath her short denim skirt. Squatting quickly the girl pulled up her skirt to save it and Sasha couldn’t help but notice the girls white pants turn almost transparent as she pissed herself in the lift. “Im sorry, im so sorry” She started to apologise profusely to Sasha “No its ok, trust me I was in the same boat earlier” she said showing her the black mark on her hand. Suddenly a loud ding announced their arrival at the next floor. Sasha saw the young woman still squatting throw a hand between her slender legs and stand, a small stream still flowing for a few seconds before being cut off. “Ok, I think I can make it. Sorry about that” the woman said before rushing off to find the toilet on this floor. Carefully stepping out of the lift she was shocked to see the same thing on this floor, occasional darker areas of carpet, some suspiciously around potted plants. Dodging the puddles she made her way into the big shopping area, looking to find the makeup isle to get some new supplies for a make over, a sure way to to make herself feel better. Selecting a few pieces, a new shade of lipstick and some killer shades she paid for them with the mornings winnings and made her way back to her room. Having now found the stairs she walked up them towards her room, passing the ladies room she could see a line of a dozen or more women still waiting outside the toilets. Another woman walking out red faced and avoiding eye contact, her torn jeans darkened down the inside of both legs, a clear sign she hand’t made it. It seemed that Sasha wasn't the only one having trouble waiting today, it seemed the ship was full of people coming to the ends of their bladders abilities. While she could defiantly sympathise, it did give her some comfort to know she wasn’t the only one. ----------------- Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. And thanks again for all the positive comments!
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    I held it way too long today and had an accident walking home from shopping. I was planning on doing a video, and I drank lots of water and held it for hours, but I didnt make it and accidentilly wet myself quite a bit whilst I was walking down the street. I thought I could make it home, but I guess not! I really tried to stop it, but it was too late, so i decided to let the rest go walking down the street, as the way patch was already very noticable. This wasnt planned, and normally I can hold it for a pretty long time, but once I leaked, I just couldnt hold it. I panicked a little, because it was busy outside with some people walking and cars driving up the street, but I didnt see anyone stare at me lol. It wasnt planned, but it was still pretty fun haha. I'm used to being in wet pants pretty often anyways so I didn't care too much! Heres some pics of the aftermath when I got back indoors.
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  22. 7 points
    Alisha accidentally pees in her pants while playing a video game in this cute wetting video. In this scene we join Alisha as she is thoroughly wrapped up in a video game. Despite needing to pee, she is intent on her game, and does her best to ignore her straining bladder. Even though she is refusing to acknowledge how badly she needs to pee, it is clear from watching that she is extremely desperate. Eventually, Alisha reaches her limit. It comes down to a choice between her game and her pants, and she chooses to remain focused on her game. The consequence of this are immediate; A wet patch spreading down her thighs, spreading out from between her legs. It seems that she Alisha has now won her game, but lost the battle with her bladder, soaking her sweat pants. WARNING: This final images contains nudity-
  23. 7 points
  24. 7 points
    I’ve been having accidents again .. I probably waited longer than I should have. I woke up, went to the bathroom and took a shower .. drank a cup of coffee in the shower and smoked a little bit before I started to get ready. I had to go a little but I figured I’d go on the potty before I left the house. I was squirming a little but I figured if I waited longer, I wouldn’t have to go for a while while I was out ... I was getting dressed so I went ahead and put on a fresh pull-up in preparation for leaving .. sat down on the bed and felt a little dribble .. no biggie, I could wait. I had to grab myself the next time to stop from full on having an accident .. I stopped for a sec and about 30 seconds later lost all control. I had to go RIGHT THEN and started peeing myself I like wetting myself sometimes but I think I wait too long more often than not .. I think I’d probably enjoy this more if I had a guy who thought this was cute and would encourage my risky holding habits .. but also wanted to spank me for it .. because at 25, I should be able to hold it long enough (or not wait so long) to get up and make it to the toilet. I IMG_0596.MOV
  25. 6 points
    The bladder buster cruise Chapter 1: Setting sail It had been a month since Lilli had seen the advert pop up on the side of her browser. At the time she had thought it had to be a joke, “Go pee free, for a free cruise”. She wasn’t sure what had made her click on the advert, maybe it was curiosity to what it might mean, or maybe it was simply the words free cruise. As a recent university graduate she didn’t have much cash to splash, so if she could get a free cruise she was interested. Now standing at the port, her shoulder length drown hair swirling around her face she couldn’t hide her excitement. “Can you believe it, a free cruise!” She yelled, throwing both hands into the air. The sound of the waves lapping against the walls of the port interspersed with the squawks of seagulls enjoying the late morning sunshine. “You realise its only free if one of us doesn’t pee right?” A huskier voiced woman next to her said. With one hand on her hip the black-haired woman didn’t look quite as happy about the arrangement as her taller friend. “Oh shush Janet, its still a cruise” A third voice shot back. It owner was currently stepping out of a cab that had just pulled up. “Sasha!” The three young women cried embracing in a group hug. “Jesus its windy out here, I don’t know why I spent so much time on my hair this morning.” “Ever the style guru Sasha” Lilli responded, their hug ending as Sasha's long auburn hair whipped around in the sea air. They had been friends since childhood but Lilli had always felt like the nerdy girl taken in by the beautiful popular one. Her average build and tomboyish tendencies combined with the biggest braces you had ever seen made school life a little difficult for her. But thankfully her and Sasha had hit it off in PE (Physical ed), with neither of them really wanting to do it. Slowly jogging or mostly walking around at the back of the pack during track days gave them plenty of time to talk. She had been pleasantly surprised at just how nice Sasha was, initially thinking of her as another airhead beauty. It turned out that despite her flaming red hair, picture perfect smile and blemish free skin she was actually pretty down to earth. Thankfully since those days the braces had been removed and Lilli had somewhat blossomed into a beautiful girl next door type. A small silver nose ring and large tattoo of an octopus on her shoulder the only signs of the rebelliousness phase she had as a teenager. That and her lasting friendship with Janet who despite people teasing her for her old person name was the same age as the others. She had joined Lilli and Sasha’s school just before her GCSE’s and found herself in all the same classes the others two had chosen, it seemed they all had similar interests. “So where is that blonde bombshell sister of yours Lilli?” Sasha asked “She is up at the check in place getting the boarding passes” “Check in place” Sasha laughed, ”you mean the port authority?” “Alright, if you want to use your fancy words.” “So are you guys ready for this?” Janet asked, her uneasiness easy to pick up on. “Totally” Lilli responded. “We have nothing to worry about and we can totally win a pee holding contest between us, plus we have Barbara who I’ve never seen desperate to pee even after a full night of partying.” “Yeah my sister is our secret weapon. But anyway it’s a cruise, it’ll probably be full of old people and even you should be able to beat them” Lilli said, a smile on her face as she elbowed Janet in the ribs gently. Janet knew she didn’t have the strongest bladder, it wasn’t necessarily weak but she doubted she would win the contest by herself. But thankfully Lilli and Sasha were right, Barbara could go toe to toe with a dozen people on a night out and seemed to never take a pee break. Even that time when she lost 4 beer pong games in a row, refusing to leave until she won. “The gangs all here then” came a shout from behind them. Lili's sister was casually walking towards them, hands full of paper “Sorry it took so long, there were a load of other things they had to make me sign. But anyway, here are your boarding passes ladies” she said handing them out. “And here is what looks like a book of free drink tickets which is a result and.... an itinerary thing for today. Oh but be careful with those passes, the guy at the desk said not to mark or bend them otherwise we might forfeit our chance at the free cruise.” Grabbing their bags the four women made their way up to pier 9 and boarded the cruise ship that would be their home for the next 7 days. “So apparently we have a briefing in about 5 minutes in the dining hall area, which is….that away” Lilli said, pointing them towards the front of the ship. Walking down the long corridors the group couldn’t help but notice that the ship was not filled with old people, but mainly people their own age or slightly older. It seemed the offer of a free cruise in exchange of a bathroom visit attracted a certain type of person. The realisation worried Janet who was starting to think this might turn out to be harder than they had first thought. The noise of a tropical steel drum helped direct them to the dining room where rows of seats had been set up. A tall man in a captains outfit stood at the front of the ship, flanked by a pair of beautiful women in blue and white suits. Greeting them and the other passengers they were asked to take a seat and soon the room began to fill. a few minutes passed before the captain picked up a microphone, tapping it twice the booming noise quieted the excitable guests. “Greetings and welcome aboard. My name Captain Hammond and I will be giving your briefing today. Now im sure you are all aware of the special that was on offer for this cruise, and I will now go through he rules and procedures of it. Please pay attention, I don’t want anyone to get disqualified early.” “All of you should have a boarding pass that looks like this” He said holding up a blank copy. "Not only is this your boarding pass but also your bathroom pass. The first time that each of you visits a bathroom we will stamp the left-hand side of your pass like this.” Bending down to a small table he picked up a large rubber stamp, inked it and marked the page. A large black mark was applied to the page with the word "Voided" in its centre. “This will mark your loss of the competition and rule you out of the free cruise. Additionally you will receive a similar stamp on the back of your left hand to make it easier for us and other guests to identify who is still competing." “You should all have also received one of these red booklets. These are free drink vouchers, they can be used for yourself or on others.” A few confused murmurs went through the crowd. “These vouchers can be given out by and to anyone without a black mark on their hand i.e anyone who is still competing. Each person on this cruise has 10 free drink cards that you can redeem at any establishment. Refusal of a competing traveller to accept a drink is also considered to be a forfeit and will result in you being stamped.” “However, while anyone can give anyone a free drink using these cards it is up to the recipient to choose their drink of choice. Whether it is alcoholic of not is up to you, but a standard glass size of a pint will be given of your drink of choice. Additionally, drink cards will also be stamped with a time and given back to the drink recipient, with a grace period of 10 minutes between each drink. This is the only time when you can refuse another drink. The bar’s close at 1am and reopen at 7am, so drinks will also not be available during this period either.” Taking a small sip from a glass of water he paused for a moment, a number of whispers going through the crowed. “Now, to make sure the rules are followed there are no toilets in your rooms but there are large communal facilities on each floor. These are manned 24 hours by a member of staff who will be able to stamp your cards whenever you feel the need to go.” “Finally as an added prize, each day we give all of our competitors £200 spending money to either be spent on the ship or can be converted into the local currency on days where we are docked. When leaving the boat each competing passenger will also be given one of these.” He said holding up what looked like a blue plastic belt of some sort. “These will be fastened around your waist when you are off the boat in order to stop anyone cheating and using a toilet when off the boat. But don’t worry they are flexible and wont get in the way of your activities. If the call of nature does happen when off the boat you can remove them by pinching these two tabs here and pulling. This will deconstruct the belt in such a way that It can not be put back together, so don’t think about trying to do that either. Once back on the ship please hand in the belt to a member of staff.” “Now that all of that has been said, again I hope you enjoy your trip with us, your welcome packs are in your rooms and will include a map and information on everything onboard. If you have any questions please feel to ask myself or another member of staff” With that the captain walked off, leaving the two women to field questions from travellers who may have been uncertain about any aspects of the contest or cruise in general. “He was kind of hot” Sasha said, making Barbara roll her eyes. “Kind of got a tom cruise vibe” “If you mean he is probably old enough to be your dad, they yeah.” “Shut up, are you saying you would turn down tom cruise?” “well…” “Exactly, Sasha 1, Barbara 0” “Should we go find our rooms?” Lilli interrupted her friends squabbling, currently studying the small pamphlet of free drink cards. The rooms themselves were nice, large windows gave them a nice view of the sea from the third floor. Lilli was glad they opted for the queen bed as she laid back, the soft mattress making sure they would sleep soundly even as the ship floated its way around Europe. The four of them had gone for separate rooms, but luckily they were all next to each other on the same floor. A loud knock on the door told Lilli she had spent too much time led on her bed and the others probably wanted some lunch. Stepping onto the food court the group grabbed a table at an American style diner, ordering a round of burger and chips they discussed what their plans were for the day. “Well, I think we should check out the pool for a bit after lunch, then maybe see what the shops have to offer before dinner.” Barbara suggested “Yeah there isn’t too much else to do on the ship till we get somewhere” agreed Janet. "Although I think that bar has pool tables." She said looking over her shoulder. “Hello ladies here are your meals” a waitress appeared, somehow balancing 4 full plates of food and 4 pint glasses on a small tray. “Im sorry I ordered a small” Janet pointed out. Still thinking about her bladder she knew she had to be smart and didn’t want to start chugging back the drinks yet. “Sorry love, you got an upgrade courtesy of those two lads over there” she said pointing to a small table in the corner with a couple of young men on, currently holding a hand up to wave at them. “I…uh” Janet blushed deeply, despite her good looks and sizeable chest she was never the one to get free drinks. “Go Janet” Sasha said elbowing her friend again. “Oh sorry, they paid for all your drinks” she said holding up 4 of the free drink cards they had all received earlier. While some might have taken that as an insult, Janet was happy they were all in the same awkward boat now. “Are they seriously hitting on us having lunch? Its 11.45” She asked incredulously. "You'd be surprised", the waitress joked before disappearing off to the kitchen again. “Hey if they want to pay for drinks we already ordered, im ok with that” Lilli responded, waving a hand back at the two gentlemen. “This isn’t some kind of sex cruise you’ve booked us on little sis is it?” Barbara asked, her tone indicating she wasn’t serious. “Like you’d care” Sasha muttered with her mouth half full of burger. Over the next hour the girls finished their meals and picked their day trip for tomorrow morning. They would be sailing overnight to the Italian coast where they would take a bus trip up into the Alps for a spot of lunch in some market town. The weather looked nice but it was the photo of a furry cow that made Lilli somehow convince everyone else that they wanted to go and see them. After quickly changing into some swimsuits the group made their way to the swimming pool complex on the top deck. Thankfully it was massive, with three large pools making up the main section it meant that despite what seemed like half the cruise having the same idea, it spread them out enough to give everyone room to relax. Random tiki hut cocktail bars were also found at each site and while still early in the afternoon most people could be seen lazily bobbing on the water with a drink of some sort in their hand. Janet was currently laying on one of the nearby deck chairs reading a book and enjoying the sun. Despite it still being a little colder than most would like, the weather was still good with not a single cloud in the sky above her. Next to her Lilli was sketching the scene using Barbara and Sasha as her muses, both lounging in the shallow end of the pool a little away from her. Although as she always did she had taken her artistic liberties, exchanging the cruise ship with the surface of an alien plant. Her subjects currently enjoying a hot spring on Mars, with its duel moons above them. Although as she looked up she could see her beautiful vista had been ruined by a couple of unwanted visitors. Two guys had seemingly taken a fancy to her sister and Sasha, and while she had nothing against them hooking up she had hoped this would just be a trip for the 4 of them. “Hello ladies, what can we get you to drink?” The front one asked Barbara and Sasha took a moment looking at each other they both raised their eyebrows, a signal they had established to mean neither were interested but both thought they could have little fun with them. “Sure, two margaritas’ please” Barbara said sweetly “Great we will be right back” the guys said before quickly turning and heading to the bar, high fiving themselves when they thought they were out of sight. “Ok, so usual plan?” Barbara quickly asked turning to Sasha. “Yeah, they look like jocky Chad’s to me, so Lesbian lovers run away from their boyfriend routine?” “And scene” Barbara laughed, moving a hand in front of her face to show a now serious game face. Shortly the two guys returned with a pair of margarita’s. It seemed while at the bar the two had decided which one they wanted, now sitting on either side of them. The tall blonde muscular dude going for Sasha while the dark haired but more toned guy sat on the deckchair next to Barbara. Despite his sunglasses it was clear he couldn’t keep his eyes off her sizeable chest, although she wasn’t sure he was even trying. “So what are your names” He asked “Im Barbara and this is Sasha, thank you for the drinks” she said taking a sip as sensually through the straw as possible. “Are you girls here alone?” “No we are together” “Like together together, or like just on holiday together?” “Together together” Sasha added planting her lips around Barbara’s It would have taken Barbara and Lili who was watching by surprise if they hadn’t done this routine a dozen or more times in their company. “Sorry guys” she said shrugging “I mean…that doesn’t mean anything, you haven’t had me ye…” “Beat it brad!” came a shout from nearby that did take them by surprise. But by the look on the guy's face trying to chat Barbara up, he knew the angry woman matching towards them. “Come on Cath” he started “Fuck off, before I wedge those sunglasses so far up…” “Okay, okay…geeze.” And with that the guys left, their advances seemingly defeated by the new woman. “Sorry about that, but you don’t want to get involved with them.” The brunette said “That’s my friend Eva’s Ex” she said pointing to a tall brunette who was currently flipping off the pair as they left from across the pool” “They were supposed to come on this cruise together, but he cheated on her and cheekily kept his ticket for this.” “I…uhhh ok thanks for the heads up” Barbara responded, still a little confused over what had just happened. “Sorry, im Cath” she said holding out her hand to shake “I can get a bit protective, but those guys are just dicks of the highest order. Trust me you can do way better.” she said turning and walking back towards her friend. As the woman walked back to her friend, Sasha and Barbara couldn’t help but laugh, clinking their free drinks together the pair went back to relaxing “Brad, so we were only one letter off” Barbara joked sipping her drink. ----------------------- Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the start to this next story of mine. Sorry there wasn't any Omo content in this chapter, but hopefully it set the scene for the rest of the story and peaked some of your guys interest. As always feedback good or bad is always appreciated! Also feel free to ask any questions you might have.
  26. 6 points
    I just sold my last pair of these panties and they are one of my absolutely favourite pairs. It's really hard to find adorable Disney print panties these days. Anyhow, as an homage to these panties, and to share something sexy with everyone on the forum, here is me in adorable print panties after the end of a photo shoot - can you tell I was a little desperate? If you'd like to order a pair of your, get in touch! https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Best, Rachel
  27. 6 points
    Today's my Birthday!
  28. 6 points
    This is a story that I wrote for wattpad. It randomly disappeared off of there one day, and my tickets to try to find out why never received responses. But I found a backup of it in my google drive and I thought maybe someone on here might enjoy it. I have written some follow ups to this story, maybe I'll post those too, if there's interest. It was a hot day in summer. I had been volunteering with a local summer camp. One of the events I ran was dodgeball so I always brought a pair of white athletic shorts to change into for that. I remember I was in a hurry at the end of the last session because I was going with my family to this sort of amusement park type thing in our town. I didn’t want to take the time to fully change so instead I decided to just pull my jean shorts over my athletic ones without bothering to take them off. We had a good time at the park and when my parents said there was just time for one more thing my little brother immediately requested that it be the go kart track. We all agreed that that would be acceptable and we got in line for it. I had to pee a little bit while in line but I decided it wasn’t worth leaving to find the bathroom. When we got to the front of the line we each got in a kart. The hard plastic was so warm it was slightly uncomfortable, but after a moment it cooled to a dull warmth underneath me that reminded me of a freshly peed in diaper. The warmth and the extra bulk around my crotch area from the extra pair of shorts reminded me heavily of wearing a wet diaper. This got me thinking: ‘what if I peed just a little bit?’ Between the heat and the wind generated by the speed of the karts it could easily dry before we stopped if I only did a little bit. The idea of it was immediately arousing and terrifying at the same time. I knew that was quite a risky game, but a little risk made it that much more exciting, and I couldn’t get over the idea of doing it. I knew if I wanted it to dry before we finished I would have to do it soon. I concentrated hard. After chickening out at the last moment several times, I was finally able to let out a small spurt of pee. I quickly took a hand off the steering wheel and ran it over the front of my crotch, glancing down between turns to check to see if there was a visible spot. Due to the tininess of the spurt and my extra layers none of the spot was at all visible. Suddenly the anxiety that my bladder seemed to have been feeling about letting pee into my pants seemed to vanish and I had to concentrate hard on keeping my bladder from emptying its remaining contents into my panties. I was now extremely aroused with the knowledge of my success. I quickly jammed a hand down my pants to check the wetness of both my athletic shorts and my panties and found that the shorts were completely dry and there was only a small wet spot on my panties. Surging with confidence and excitement I decided to let a tiny bit more out. I was slightly worried by just how much easier it was to let the urine out the second time. I let out one small spurt, and then another. Now there were drips steadily coming out, almost a trickle. My brain hadn’t given the ok for this, but hadn’t stopped them either and at this point that seemed to be good enough for my bladder. My panties now felt wet in a way that they hadn’t the first time. I knew this was bad and that I needed to stop the peeing quickly before I would be unable to hide it from my family, but my labido urged my bladder on and a sense of insane recklessness came over me. I looked down in horrified fascination as a tiny dark spot appeared on my pants. The reasonable side of my brain was now firing in a panic telling me I needed to stop peeing, but I ignored it. I watched, heart pumping, as slowly the little spot grew darker and spread in all directions along the denim of my shorts. Finally some sense returned to me and I stopped the flow, but it was too late. There was now a large, glistening wet spot larger than my fist on my crotch and I knew that there was no way it would dry before the end of the ride. Now the true realization of what I had done hit me and I felt heat flush across my face. It wasn’t long before the ride operator directed us to bring the karts back into the parking area, and I glumly complied. My father’s eyes did a slight double take as he helped me out of my gokart. There was a moment of plain shock on his face as his eyes were fixed on the darkened material of my shorts before he muttered “let's get out of here” and quickly hurried the rest of the family away from the ride, clearly not wanting to explain to the operator that his teenage daughter had just wet her pants in one of his karts. We rushed to the exit where my dad quietly asked me if I wanted to go to the bathroom before we left. I nodded, face burning with embarrassment, and walked hurriedly for the bathroom, as if walking fast enough would keep the family from noticing the large wet spot on my shorts. In the bathroom I grabbed paper towels and toilet paper and tried to clean myself up as best as I could. I debated taking off my underwear and second pair of shorts but didn’t want to carry them. (If I had been thinking more clearly I would have taken them off and left them in the bathroom, but in my embarrassment the thought didn’t even occur to me) The spot was still blazingly obvious, but I realized that I couldn’t do anything more about it in that bathroom so I returned as casually as I could to my family. No one said anything until we were almost to the car, where my little brother said awkwardly “ did you… pee your pants…?” I covered up the spot with my bag. “It was an accident.” I lied. When we got home my mother pulled me into my room. “Honey, is everything ok?” my mom asked, looking concerned and uncomfortable. “Yea” I mumbled, not bringing it up on the tiny chance that she hadn’t noticed the spot or been told what had happened by my dad and was just checking in. Then she killed that small hope by saying: “Well sometimes this kind of thing happens. Just try to make sure and go when you feel like you need to” I nodded, too mortified to speak. She left and I quickly shut the door and locked it. Some of the excitement I had felt earlier returned. I walked over to the mirror so I could view the wet spot from all angles. I felt it. It was now mostly dry, only feeling slightly damp to the touch. I slowly peeled the shorts off. The wet spot on my athletic shorts underneath was somewhat bigger and more wet to the touch. The whiteness of the athletic shorts also revealed a slight yellow tinge to the crotch spot that I found very arousing. After a moment more admiring I pulled the athletic shorts down on top of the jean shorts and spent a few seconds looking at the large dark spot on my panties before pulling those off too. The panties and jean shorts I put in a pile on my floor to be given to my mother to be washed. After a moment trying to decide what to do with the athletic shorts I hid them in my closet. I didn’t really want to have to explain to my mom that I had been wearing two pairs of shorts as I wasn’t really feeling up to mentioning this ever again at that point. (Please note that this is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real-world people, places or situations is unintentional. The views and opinions expressed in this work are solely those of it's author and do not express the views and opinions of 20th Century Fox or it's subsidiaries. No animals were harmed in the production of this story)
  29. 6 points

    City Kitties

    Some time ago I found two Youtube videos about pee desperation: they are obviously staged sketches, but actually enjoyable. Hope you like them! The links are here: "Peed" and "Locked Out". City Kitties l S1E3 l 'Locked Out'.mp4 City Kitties l S1E13 l 'Peed'.mp4
  30. 6 points

    Brunette pissing everywhere

    Sexy brunette pissing wherever https://thisvid.com/videos/adorable-and-sexy-brunette-pees/
  31. 5 points

    Wet in a field

    I havent gotten to in a long while, but today I took a piss while in a field in public. I was wearing a long dress so no one could tell. Loved it
  32. 5 points
    Two friends on the hunt looking for a toilet https://thisvid.com/videos/emergency-pee-relief/
  33. 5 points

    In times of desperation

    I am sharing this again as I work on the next book. I plan on getting this made into an ebook so welcome any constructive comments and hope you enjoy reading this again to refresh yourself of the story. I’ll add a chapter a night as I write the next chapters up. Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was much more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 and a half hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself: he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help because for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger first. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breathe he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could really do with that.
  34. 5 points
    Ding-dong! The school bell rang for the end of last period, a relieving sound for Jessica who had been uncomfortably sitting in her desk for the last 2 hours. She waited in her seat, hiding her crossed legs, while her class filtered out of the door. ”Finally... I can’t wait to get home, I’ve been wanting a wee all day.” She stood up, her hand buried into her checkered gingham dress (a common summer uniform for British schoolgirls) to help manage the pressure. The hand was quickly removed once she was stood up however as it would embarrassing if anyone saw, naturally. Jessica followed her class out of the door and headed for the school’s front gates, occasionally squeezing her thighs together. On the way she walked past the school toilets but despite her bladder’s complaints she walked past them, she could hold it until she got home and she was far too shy to use them, plus they’re gross. ................................ “Ah, home again... I’ll just make some tea and then I’ll head upstairs to finally have a wee.”, thought Jessica to herself as she fidgeted in the doorway of her house, 15 minutes of walking later. She went into the kitchen, flicked the kettle on, opened the cupboard, took out 3 teabags and filled the teapot. Her mum would come home from her friend’s house soon so Jessica wanted to make her a cup too, plus her sister might want one. Luckily for Jessica the kettle was already full, she didn’t fancy filling it up with such a full bladder. A minute or so later the kettle finished and Jessica quickly poured it into the pot, having to squeeze her legs quite tight to hold it in as the flowing water strengthened her need. Being British and too shy to use school bathrooms, Jessica was used to this, since her bathroom was upstairs she would usually make some tea and take that upstairs with her before relieving herself of the day’s liquid, as it saved a trip up and down the stairs. Jessica sat down in her mother’s armchair in the living room and tried to get comfy until the tea was brewed, but she had to keep jiggling her legs to resist the pressure. “Oooh, I need a wee so bad...! The 4 minutes felt like longer as she had to endure a whole bladderfull of wee, but eventually the tea was ready and Jessica finished it with crossed legs. She took a rather large mug for herself and walked upstairs, being gentle to avoid upsetting her bladder. ”Alice? I made you a pot of tea so if you want a cup there’s some in the kitchen.”, Jessica called to her sister as she reached the landing. Her sister poked her head out of her bedroom door, with towels wrapped around her body and hair. ”Oh, thanks Jess! Mum ran us a bath earlier and she asked me to tell you to have yours quick, before it gets cold.” ”You’re welcome, and thanks for telling me.” Alice shut herself in her bedroom and Jess made for hers. She put her tea down on her desk, and started undressing, neatly folding up her uniform, and beginning to tidy up her bedroom a bit to take her mind off of her growing need for relief. When she was finished, she quickly downed her tea and headed for the bathroom, and forgetting the toilet she stepped into her bath and submerged herself. ”Aaaaaahhhhh... that feels so nice...”, she sighed as she relaxed under the water. However a few seconds later she remembered what she’d forgotten: “Nnngh... r-right... I didn’t h-have a wee.” She thought about getting out of the bath but decided to hold it, she’d be done fairly quick and another 20 minutes should be manageable, she had managed to hold it for most of her school day after all. She simply pressed her legs together and continued her bath. Attempting to take her mind off of how badly she needed a wee, she leant back and got her hair wet, keeping only her face above the water. As more of her sank under the water the pressure on her bladder grew and she found herself scissoring her legs together and apart quickly. ”I can wait until after, I just need to take my mind off of it.”, thought Jess and jiggled her legs. Jessica prepared to shampoo her hair, it’s long, golden, wavy strands floating in the water. She sat up, giving her crotch a quick squeeze, and got the bottle off the shelf. She covered her hair in shampoo, quickly washed it off under the water, and then conditioned it afterwards. “Okay, I just need to wait a bit while it conditions, then I can finally have a wee...” Keeping her long hair clear of the water, Jess grabbed a comb and tried to sit still while she went through her hair as it conditioned. Unfortunately for her (and her desperate bladder), her tea hit her unexpectedly and the urge suddenly spiked. ”A-ahh! Nnnnggggghhh d-don’t wee don’t wee don’t w-w-wee!”, Jessica suddenly exclaimed, plunging her free hand under the water and into her clenching crotch, the extra wee seriously pushing for release. The spike subsided somewhat, and a very squirmy Jessica (now totally unable to sit still) tried to continue with her hair, with one hand still clutching her girly area. When she was done combing she gently removed her hand from her tensed crotch and her bladder gave a sudden twinge of pressure, nearly causing her tired bladder to leak. She felt around her bladder, it was hard and bulging. Usually it would stick out after a long day at school, but it was usually just firm. The tea and the bath were really pushing her limits. Still massaging her brimming bladder, she gently doused her hair and washed the conditioner out. ”Oooh, at last! I can’t wait much longer...!”, Jess exclaimed and stood up, the sudden movement causing a big spurt to shoot out and splash into the bathwater. In response she crossed her legs and tightly held herself once again, standing up was NOT doing her bladder any favours. “Aaah... I’m gonna burst...”, she worried as she desperately weewee-danced to hold back the flood. Jessica pulled out the drain, the noise of the water flowing definitely worsening the (already bad) situation, and stepped out of the bathtub, little dribbles of wee adding to the wetness of her lower area. Each step was torture on her overloaded bladder, the wee bordering on exploding out. Slowly the bursting girl reached the toilet and sat down, and within seconds her control was lost and her bulging bladder released, Jess sighed with reel life as her pent-up golden fluid was finally let out, giving her aching bladder the relief it had been begging for since that morning. ................................. Thanks for reading my story, I really hope you enjoyed it. ^_^ it was very fun to write and I really want to start doing more writing soon, every time I’ve tried previously other stuff has got in the way. >_< -Shio
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    Hi all, I recently did one of my biggest ever wettings and thought that you may be interested in the resulting photos. The choice of underwear was inspired by a topic I raised elsewhere, hope it fits the bill! The first photo is how my stomach normally looks, prior to the hold (I hadn't yet changed underwear). The second photo is of me full around three hours later, about 10 minutes before I wet myself. The third and fourth photos are the aftermath of my wetting, whereby I peed through my boxers while sitting on the toilet (hence the slightly odd pattern). The hold was very long and drawn out, with ALOT of sustained spurting over the final few minutes. If anyone would like any further details about the hold, please do ask
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    Ahh, a moment to myself. And it's the perfect day to paint my nails! This is a lovely color I think, pink tends to suit me well. My toes always look good freshly painted. I've been told they look marvelous wrapped around a cock. Oh, it's actually kind of warm around *me*. If I can just finish painting... these... nails -there we are!- I can have a look at what it is. Oh my, I must have pissed myself. I didn't even notice, how embarrassing. In my white panties too. I guess no-one is around, it couldn't hurt to play in it a little. The splashes sure do make my nails shine.

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    View File Lazy Girl Pisses All Over Couch After a long day I finally get the chance to sit on the couch and relax. Unfortunately, the moment I get comfortable a familiar feeling creeps up on me, I need to pee. I try to hold it and make it go away but eventually I know I just can't hold it in anymore! Pulling my shorts to the side I let my stream go. Several spurts of pee come out before I feel totally relieved and can go back to relaxing. Submitter melikai Submitted 05/24/2020 Category Female  
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    A fiendish rider has his way with ladies in short, tight skirts by inserting a remote control vibrator and having his way with them until they have massive wettings on the bus. Scene 1 (two parts): The first lady is wearing a short, tight navy blue skirt, white long-sleeve shirt and vest. She is buzzed with the remote control vibrator until she uncontrollably wets herself. The second clip shows her finally getting off the bus and finding a place to remove the vibrator. Scene 2 (two parts): The second lady is wearing a short white skirt, flowery top, and white thong panties w/pink trim. Her legs and hips are going wild with the sensations of the remote control vibrator until she also has a spectacular wetting. She then has a full vibrator inserted into her until she loses control yet again. The final clip shows the lady getting off the bus and discarding the vibrator before going on her way. I have been meaning to share these clips for a long time. These are two of my all-time favorites - especially Scene 2 with the lady in the white skirt.

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    The planning visit

    David and Janet were both councillors on the regional council, although that was all that they had in common. In his early thirties, David was quite young for a Councillor but he was well respected and took his position seriously. He was a quiet, thoughtful young man and had gained respect both from his peers and those he represented. He lived in a council flat within the ward he represented and worked hard to help his fellow residents, many of whom were suffering economic hardship. Janet, on the other hand , was much older, in her t their mid fifties. She had moved with her husband to a big house on the edge of the largest town in the area when he had secured a position with a booming energy company. They had no children and her husband was away quite often. At first Janet had involved herself in charity work before a friend had suggested she stand for election. She had been slightly surprised to find herself elected, but had promised herself that she would do all she could to help those who had put their faith in her. Janet always kept herself looking smart and was still a very attractive woman. She dressed smartly and kept herself in reasonable shape, although she was carrying a few extra pounds in some areas. Both Janet and David were on the area planning sub-committee and were waiting in the members lounge at the council building for a planning sub-committee meeting to start. There were four other members, all older men who were either retired or self employed. They sat drinking coffee and eating biscuits whilst they waited to be told where the meeting was to be held. After a few moments one of the lead planning officials appeared, along with the committee clerk, a tall thin woman with a stern expression. The official caught their attention before announcing that the morning part of the meeting wouldn't be held in the offices but instead would involve a couple of site visits to assess two rather contentious applications. One was for a large new house in a scenic area of the countryside, whilst the other was for the conversion and extension of a derelict church building on a small island. The area served by the committee covered several large towns, some smaller villages, as well as the rural surroundings and several islands. Some of the islands had considerably populations whilst others were small with only a few residents. The official then stated that they would be leaving in a mini bus in ten minutes. On hearing this announcement David rise and headed for the toilets. When he got there he was disappointed to find both urinals in use and the only cubicle occupied. He had always been rather "pee shy", and rather than wait until a place became free he decided to leave, thinking that he would always find a toilet somewhere later. Janet also decided to head for the toilet before leaving. She had taken her usual juice at breakfast, along with two mugs of coffee and she had also had another two cups in the lounge just now, so reasoned that it would be sensible to use the loo before heading out. On her way she was stopped in the corridor by a senior official who wished to discuss a sensitive matter regarding something going on in her ward. The discussion took longer than expected, and in the end she had to rush to catch the mini bus without using the toilet. She reasoned that if they were going to an island they would be travelling on a ferry, so she would be able to get to a toilet then. She wasn't needing badly at the moment anyway, but a visit would have made her more comfortable. The mini bus took them out of town and along familiar roads until they turned off the main road and along a single track one. Finally they pulled over and the official explained the situation regarding the application for the big house before they all got out and viewed the site. They had to stand around listening to him explain how the proposals fitted in with the current policy and also the aspects that raised concerns. The process lasted about twenty minutes before they all climbed back abort the mini bus to head for the ferry. David sat in the bus, becoming increasingly aware of his bladder. He was now wishing he had waited and used the toilet in the offices as he was starting to need quite badly. To take his mind off things he started studying his fellow passengers, especially the two women. He quickly dismissed the clerk, as she wasn't particularly attractive and reminded him of an old style school mistress. Janet, though, was a different matter entirely. She was extremely attractive, especially to someone like him who had always secretly admired older women. He started to imagine what her body was like. Her tight skirt showed off her curves nicely and she had what he considers a lovely set of breasts too. He could almost feel the smooth, soft skin of her thighs and imagined himself fondling her firm breasts. Then he snapped out of his daydream, thinking that she was well out of his league. Although he was tall, muscular and fit, he didn't think of himself as being particularly attractive to women, especially ones like Janet. On the minibus it was quite warm , as it was a lovely day out there. The clerk had been handing out bottles of water and now Janet sat sipping from hers. She definitely was going to have to use a toilet soon, but kept sipping away at her water out of habit as she always like to keep herself hydrated. She was looking forward to getting to the ferry terminal where she could relieve herself as she was becoming distinctly uncomfortable. She sat with her thighs tightly squeezed together and was finding it hard to ignore the signals from her bladder, much as she tried. After another half an hour of travelling the planning official announced that they weren't going by the normal ferry to the island, as that would have involved a long detour around some of the other islands. Instead they were going by a small passenger boat from a slipway directly opposite the island. It would mean a shorter journey and they would get back in time for their afternoon meeting. On hearing this, Janet became rather concerned. She had been relying on using the toilets at the terminal or on the ferry, and was hoping gat there would still be a toilet somewhere she could use, as she was now getting close to being desperate. The minibus turned off the road and onto a small track. At the end was a small, empty car park above a jetty with a small boat tied beside it. There was nothing else - no buildings anywhere and certainly no toilets. Janet looked around with increasing alarm. She now badly needed to pee, but it was obvious that there was nowhere here where she could possibly relieve herself. She would just have to grin and bear it. She thought to herself that there would probably be toilets at the other side she could use and that, although uncomfortable, she could wait till then. They boarded the boat and headed off. By now David was really feeling the need to pee. He sat with crossed legs again trying his best to ignore his bladder but with limited success. He was going to have to slip off somewhere for a piss soon, as there was absolutely no chance of him holding till they got back to the town. The vibration of the boat engine through the hard wooden seats wasn't helping matters any either and he wished he could just stand up and let go over the side of the boat. If there had only been males in the group he would probably have considered it, but with two women present there was no way he could. Janet was finding the vibration through the seat as well. She had to keep shifting position to stay comfortable and was really needing a toilet rather badly. She certainly hadn't been thinking that she would have to hold on so long without the possibility of relief and was longing to get to the other side. After twenty minutes on the sea, which was thankfully flat calm, they landed at another small jetty. Again there were no buildings of any kind, but just a lobster creels and fishing nets lying about. A battered old minibus was waiting for them and they piled aboard. It was a short trip to the old church site, but the bumpy road was torture for Janet's bladder. She had to discreetly slip a hand between her thighs to give herself a squeeze on several occasions as the minibus bumped along the track up the hill. They reached the site and got out. When they did so the official asked the driver to take the vehicle back down the track to the road and to wait for them there. He didn't want the vehicle impeding on their sense of the view. They there gathered around and listened as the official went through the same procedure as earlier. He walked them around the outside of the building, which stood on the hill at the very top of the island with a commanding view all around. It was locked, so they couldn't go inside but examined all sides and listened to what was being proposed before standing back in a group at the head of the track. While this was happening, Janet was having difficulty standing still. She had both hands in the pockets of her light coat, holding herself through the material. Her legs were crossed and she was squeezing her thighs tightly together. By now she was extremely concerned, as she finally realised that there was no way that she was going to be able to hold on until they were back in civilisation. This thought brought on more panic in her mind, as she suddenly realised that she had never peed outside before - ever. She had only ever peed in a proper toilet and until now had never had any cause to consider doing so. But now she was being forced to consider doing exactly that. She simply had to think of something before the unthinkable happened and she wet herself. By the end of the officials spiel David was almost beside himself. He simply had to pee soon or he was going to have an accident. All the while the talking had been going on he had been shuffling about with one hand in his pocket twisting his penis continually to avoid leaking. He simply had to find some way of having a piss or he would end up embarrassing himself. When the official was finished he drew the group away from the building to the head of the track. They stood looking around and admiring the views, or at least some of them did. David saw his chance and slipped away and round the back of the building, where, as soon as he was out of sight and almost leaking in his pants, he unzipped and whipped out his dick before unleashing a noisy torrent of pent up pee. Janet had now resigned herself to the fact that if she wasn't going to wet herself she was going to have to take her first ever outdoor pee. She said to the others that she had noticed a feature on the far side of the building and was just going to take a photo of it before leaving. She hobbled around the side of the building, and as soon as she was out of sight of the others, started to pull up the hem of her tight skirt. She then rounded the corner to be met with the sight of David standing with his feet apart, one hand against the wall, his head held back, eyes closed and his other hand holding his penis from which a torrent of pee was pouring out. She stopped in her tracks. Normally the sight of a handsome young man's penis would have clauses her to bro moist between her legs, but in her condition she suddenly felt herself grow moist for a totally different reason as the first spurt of pee leaked into her knickers. She muttered an apology whilst quickly pulling up her skirt, whipping down her knickers and tights as she dropped into a squat with pee gushing from her splashing her knickers and shoes. She kept apologising as she squatted peeing freely now and not caring whether or not David was seeing everything. As the flow eased she looked up and around to see David now as he struggled to fit his enlarged member back into his trousers. When she had eventually finished he walked past her and told her not to worry , as he would act as lookout until she sorted herself out. Grateful, she smiled at him before drying herself of as best she could before they both headed back to joint the others, much relieved.
  40. 5 points
    Hello everyone! This is just something i made a while ago. Also, this is my first time drawing a background from scratch, so do you guys have any suggestions of how i can improve?
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    Check out this incredible close-up peeing video where Olivia pisses nude into her bath. In this personal, homemade video, we find Olivia taking a bath. She is completely naked, as one typically is when they are bathing, and she needs to pee. Without any hesitation, she proceeds to pee into her bathwater, positioning herself in front of her camera so that we can get a nice clear view as she does so. After she is done peeing, she settles back down into the water she just urinated in. Feeling naughty for what she just did, she proceeds to masturbate, still in front of the camera, as we watch. WARNING: The following images contain nudity-
  42. 5 points
    Noon time diaper change. After five hours of sitting in this diaper my middle-aged incontinent bladder had soaked this diaper.
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    The title says it all. A pretty waitress in a short skirt and white top is offered some extra cash if she agrees to serve customers at the bar wearing a remote control vibrator. Our lovely waitress holds out for quite a while, but eventually has a vibrator-induced wetting in front of all of the patrons. This clip is a bit older, but this is one of my favorites with Reiko Sawamura. Enjoy!

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  44. 5 points
    A story from a past experience, I was around 19 or 20 and I remember it vividly. My friend and I had been on a several hour road trip to her family’s house, she was driving. I love to hold during long car rides, and she knew that and liked seeing me desperate, so I’d been drinking constantly and hadn’t peed the whole time. We were getting in at night and her family was gone until the next day, so my plan was to hold it all the way there and pee once we got to the house. That day I was wearing skinny jeans, black cotton panties, and a zip-up hoodie with nothing under it. I was fine for a while. I could feel the seatbelt pressing on my filling bladder and I was bouncing my legs and squirming in my seat, but I could wait. We talked a bit and listened to the radio, usual road trip stuff. Time passed and it got to the point where I had to shove my hand between my legs to hold myself, but my friend was used to seeing me like this so I didn’t care. We were still about 20 minutes away when I started feeling like I couldn’t hold it much longer, but we were on a busy highway and couldn’t stop, so I had to keep trying. I unbuttoned my jeans to relieve some pressure and jammed both hands against my crotch, squeezing my thighs together around them. Traffic was busy, and the little car was low to the ground compared to a lot of the bigger trucks around. The streetlights were bright, and I don’t know if anybody looked, but if they did they would have had a clear view down into the car of me holding myself and squirming. I held on like that for a while, but I had to pee so bad. We were getting near the house now, only a few minutes left. I almost couldn’t take it anymore. I was so desperate that I couldn’t sit still, I was frantically bouncing and crossing my legs and grinding my pussy against my hands. My eyes were tearing up from the effort of holding back my bursting bladder. I barely even remembered my friend was there, all my concentration was on keeping myself from peeing in her car. All I could think was “don’t pee don’t pee don’t pee” on repeat, it was maybe the most desperate I’ve ever been. As we turned onto her street I felt myself leak into my panties. It was just a tiny bit, but I knew I was about to burst any second, my hands were the only thing keeping all that pee inside me. I was so certain I wouldn’t make it that I started whimpering and apologizing, getting ready to just let go and wet myself all over the seat. But then suddenly we were pulling into the driveway. I couldn’t even think anymore, as soon as the car was almost stopped I fumbled with handle, flung the door open, and jumped out. I yanked down my pants as fast as I could and dropped into a crouch. Instantly the floodgates opened. My pee hissed forcefully out of me in a strong stream that arced forward and splashed loudly on the pavement. The rush felt so good that I couldn’t help my sighing moans, I was lost in the bliss, I just kept peeing for what felt like forever. As the huge puddle spread out from me, I gradually got more aware of my surroundings. I noticed some movement across the street. I was under a streetlight and couldn’t see very well, but I clearly saw the neighbor (a middle-aged man) get up from where he had been sitting on his porch and quietly go inside. It startled me and I felt myself blushing intensely, but I couldn’t stop peeing, I kept going until the last bit trickled out. Afterward I quickly pulled my pants back up and went to join my friend (she thought the whole thing was pretty funny). I felt bad for flashing this random man, I know he had a direct view of my pussy, but at the same time it was kind of exciting. If I hadn’t peed right then I would have completely soaked my jeans with him watching, I’m not sure which option was better. I don’t know if he ever said anything to anybody, and I never saw him after that, but I still get turned on thinking about peeing in front of him. There was another time after that when I’m pretty sure my own neighbor saw me wetting myself, but I’ll save that story for later
  45. 4 points
    View File Teased and rubbed by girlfriend till she pisses Warning: Nudity and choke-play (at the end) This is from pissqu33n: "my girlfriend touches & taunts my clit & presses on my bladder until i completely piss myself. once i start to lose control, she clasps her hand around my throat and teases me some more. holy FUCK this was fun to record, i love being a dirty little piss slut" Enjoy Submitter orio111 Submitted 05/27/2020 Category Female  
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    https://thisvid.com/videos/pee-her-pants-at-supermarket/
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    Camp Theme Park

    ........... “Parking to Front Lead,” Shannon’s radio called again. “I heard you the first time,” she muttered under her breath, clicking through several screens at the main front help desk. One of the new hires, a 20 - something college dropout stood behind her awkwardly. He had forgotten how to transfer pre-bought tickets, and had somehow seized up the entire system. Ancient as it was, he should have just called for help. Now Shannon was stuck lost in an outdated computer system she didn’t fully understand with an angry mom and her two screaming kids in front of her at the desk. “Hey,” the awkward kid started from behind her. “As long as you’re here anyway, do you care if I take my morning break?” Initially, Shannon had a wave of frustration rush through her. First, he breaks the system, now he wants a break?! But Shannon took a deep breath, and quickly calmed down. She’d learned during her first year as a Lead that getting upset never resolved anything. She glanced down at the clock on the screen and realized it was 10:30 already. Poor kid probably just had to go to the bathroom. Heck, she’d had to go herself for the past hour, but something always seemed to pop up to prevent her. Life as a Lead. “Go ahead,” she said softly, clicking away. “But hey,” she stopped and looked at him with some authority, “15 minutes.” Without a word, he was gone. “He’ll be back in 25, won’t he?” The mother said partially joking. “More like an even half hour,” Shannon partially joked back knowing it was probably true. “All right, you should be all set,” Shannon said a few dozen clicks later, finally finding the right page. As the mother thanked her for her assistance, Shannon was left alone in the information booth with nothing but her thoughts. And a fairly full bladder. She wished the kid would return quickly before something else happened. This was her first downtime all morning. It would be nice to make use of it for her own needs. She sighed to herself and thought back to her first year as Lead. There was one day, in early Summer. The busiest she’d seen yet. Every time she turned around, and sometimes even before she got all the way around, someone was bringing her another problem to fix. She wasn’t alone at any point during the entire morning. Not a single minute. And by noon, she found a problem with that. A big problem. A bladder sized problem. She tried so hard to carve out a few minutes. Tried to put things on hold, tell someone she’d be right back, encourage others to try and resolve the issue themselves... Everything she could think of. But every time she got close (including the time she even got physically close to the bathroom) someone found her and pulled her away. As she began to truly worry about being able to hold it, a series of events started to take place that she would never forget, and would ultimately go on to shape future decisions. She was Front Lead on that particular day, and as such, was responsible for everything that didn’t fit nicely into one of the other 3 main categories. Which interestingly enough, included the bathrooms. “Maintenance to Front Lead” crackled over the radio around 2:30 in the afternoon. Shannon has passed needing to pee at that point. She HAD to pee. She’d mostly come to terms with the fact that it was going to happen soon. It was now just a matter of when. And to some extent, how. “Lead, we need you to come down the Lakeside restrooms,” Maintenance finished. As if the universe itself had handed her a gift, Shannon quickly excused herself from the current situation of dealing with a no-show and made made her way to assist maintenance. With any luck, the issue would be with the women’s restroom and she could offer to go in first to make sure it was empty - and finally pee. As she neared the lake, she was reminded of the fact that her luck wasn’t that good. Before her stood both maintenance employees in front of, of course, the men’s room. She had to cross her legs as she asked Fred, the older of the two at a whopping 31 years old, what the problem was. Dustin, only 26 at the time, answered first, “come see for yourself”. The pair turned and entered the men’s room, leaving Shannon to stare longingly at the entrance to her coveted ladies room. She almost just walked the 5 paces there to just go already before catching up with Fred and Dustin. Almost. Which made her decision to forego her need once again almost not a mistake. Inside, the first thing to hit Shannon was the smell. She’d been in men’s rooms a handful of times before, but this one was a small standalone building on the lake’s edge in the middle of Summer. It was more humid inside than out somehow. Along one wall ran a wide pipe, cut in half with a slow stream of water running along the bottom. She couldn’t imagine what it was for. All she knew about it was the trickling water was making her bladder begin to throb. On the other wall, sat 2 stalls - much more Shannon’s speed. But that’s where the problem lay, both stalls had their doors seemingly forcefully removed, and the middle divider between the two looked like it had been kicked out. Completely unusable now. At least unusable with any sense of privacy or decency. “How did this happen?” Shannon asked. “Not sure,” answered Fred, ever the man of many words. Dustin continued, “doesn’t really matter now. Fact is, we only have 2 options on how to fix it.” Shannon had to cross her legs again as she felt a particularly strong throb of her bladder. She impatiently waited for him to continue, but had to ask “which are?” when he didn’t. “We could gerryrig something together to keep the place open and functional. It won’t be perfect and will look pretty crude, but let’s face it, if you’re using the stalls all the way out here, you’re probably pretty desperate.” Shannon, who was in fact quite desperate, would have loved to use the stalls here. Crude or not. She knew that’s not what he meant, but the more they talked about being desperate and stalls, the more she worried about not making it. Before Dustin could present the other option, a third gentleman entered the room with them. Presumably, just a guest of the park considering Shannon had no idea who he was. “Sorry sir, closed for maintenance,” Dustin started. “There’s another restroom just up the hill off to the...” He was cut off from finishing as the man mumbled, “‘Sokay here, I’ll be quick.”. Shannon quickly realized he had been drinking based on the amount he was slurring his words and stumbling towards the pipe on the wall. That was when she figured it out. The pipe with water running down it was a (disgusting) though somewhat effective urinal. A urinal the man was now loudly releasing presumably a day’s worth of cocktails into judging by the sound of the stream. It was too much for Shannon. She briefly thought about running out, getting to the women’s room right next door. But she knew it was too late for that now by the dampness between her legs. Her bladder had stopped throbbing and was now constantly bearing down. She closed her eyes for a moment and felt it happen - she was losing control. She was wetting herself. She was completely out of options. Couldn’t use the pipe on the wall for somewhat obvious anatomical restrictions. Couldn’t make a dash all the way around the building to the women’s room without losing too much. Couldn’t openly wet herself. Not here. Not in front of two coworkers and a (likely intoxicated) guest to the park. All she could do was humiliate herself. She took the 3 steps into the destroyed and no longer private stall, yanked down her khaki shorts and light blue thong underwear in one swift motion, and hovered over the toilet seat with her legs just barely spread apart. “I’m so sorry,” She started somewhere between a whisper and a sob. “I just can’t hold it anymore.” And just like that, she stopped holding it. Shannon looked back at that day, as she did from time to time, with a mixture of emotions. Mostly embarrassment. She hadn’t been able to hold it, peed in front of 3 males, 2 of which were coworkers, and had to try and hide her damp underwear from her cabin mates later on the day when she was changing. There was a sense a pride as well. She had held it far longer than most others, while being in charge of the whole front end of the park on a busy day. She didn’t know many people who she thought could pull that off. She also had a small, deep, dark part of her that enjoyed the naughtiness of it. That all 3 males had watched her in a rare moment of complete loss of control. Coworkers watched as she revealed herself just feet away (being new to Lead meant she was putting in a lot of particularly long hours. Besides eating, sleeping, and a quick shower, there wasn’t time for much other self care. Which included grooming her lady bits. Ultimately, she was glad that was the case, though, as Dustin, Fred, and the intoxicated guest wouldn’t be able to see any... details. All they’d really be able to see was her hair (not a big deal), the fact that she didn’t own a penis (hopefully they were already aware of that fun fact), and her powerful, thick stream erupting from beneath her hair (fairly embarrassing). However, not as bad as it could have been. To this day, she still sported below the belt hair, just in case a similar event occurred (although she kept it much more trimmed and neat now). “Parking to Front...” Her radio crackled back to life, pulling her out of her head. “Go ahead Parking,” she quickly answered, admitting to herself she had completely forgotten about the earlier calls. “Just looking to take my morning break.” These kids and their breaks. Shannon shook her head. It was looking like it’d be a while before she found some relief today. This time of year was hard. Deep enough into the season that everything was open, but early enough that there was no extra staff at all. Not even to cover breaks. At this point in the season, she was the extra staff. If the kid that broke the computer would hurry up, she could go break the parking girl and get her own butt on a toilet before noon. “Copy, standby,” was all she could offer at the moment. It wasn’t ideal, and hopefully the parking girl was just bored or hungry, and didn’t have to go to the bathroom or anything, but her hands were tied at the moment.
  48. 4 points

    Butterfly

    Chapter 4 Alera woke up to a message from Patrick: “Did you make sure you have the weekend off work?” Shit shit shit. She hadn’t. She’d cut back on her hours when she could finally afford her gaming PC, but she hadn’t stopped working completely. Alera and her mother still depended on her income to make it each month. She looked at the time: 8:05 AM. Alera picked up her phone and dialed her manager, Sarah. “Hey,” said a sleepy voice on the other hand. “It’s early as fuck. What’s up, Al?” “Just calling to make sure I have the weekend off,” she said. “Let me see...” Sarah said. “Nope, you’re on for Saturday and Sunday. Got plans?” “Sarah,” Alera said, “I need the weekend off. There’s a… competition I have to go to, and I can win fifteen thousand dollars.” “Damn, girl,” said Sarah. “The only prize I can offer you here is getting stared down by Old Albert.” Old Albert was an elderly gentleman who seemed to come into the supermarket solely to ogle the young female staff. “Tell you what, I’m not working this weekend. I can take your shift if you take mine next weekend.” “Thanks a million, Sarah.” “No problem. So what’s the competition? What are you competing in?” “It’s, uh, a video game…” She trailed off. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me. What game? It’s not Fortnite, is it?” “Uh, no? It’s Vanguard.” “Really? I was gonna watch the Rising Stars tournament tonight, but I guess I’ll watch your tournament instead,” Sarah said. Alera shook her head, as if her conversational partner could see it. She’d had no idea Sarah was into esports. “I, uh,” Alera stammered. “That’s the tournament I’m going to.” “Wow,” said Sarah. “I’ll be watching you! What’s your nick?” “Butterfly,” she said. “I just read an article about you!” Sarah said. “Good luck. I’ll be checking my phone in-between customers.” “Give Albert a kiss from me!” “Shut up or I’ll make you work tomorrow,” Sarah said. “Okay, bye.” An article about me? Alera pulled up her phone and entered vanguard-news.com. There it was, at the top: Vanguard Rising Stars Spring Finals Announces Last Participant. She clicked on the article: The Vanguard Rising Stars Spring Finals kick off tonight, but they had yet to announce the final participant to complete their 12-man tournament roster. But it seems the last participant will not be a man, but a woman. Rising Stars has announced that the final participant in the tournament will be online star Alera “Butterfly” Vasquez. Vasquez has been tearing up the ladder in the past weeks, but her only tournament result of note is a 3rd-4th place in the online Rising Stars Spring Series. Said Vanguard News analyst Roger “dAnger” Adams, “Butterfly is an exciting young prospect. Despite her lack of tournament results, I am excited to see how she does on LAN.” Butterfly will be the first woman to participate in an elite Vanguard LAN tournament. The Loot.bet Vanguard Rising Stars Spring Finals start at 6:00PM tonight. Wow. It was a brief article, but it was an article about her. About her being “an exciting young prospect.” Alera pumped her fist at nobody in particular. She wanted to tell someone about this, but her mother wouldn’t understand. Patrick was probably getting ready for school. As should she, she realized. Alera jumped out of bed ran downstairs. She barely had time for a five-minute shower before she had to get ready for the school bus. Still, it was worth it. On the way to school, the only thing on her mind was strategies, approaches, and tactics she could employ in her first match. If she did an aggressive first game, she could fake an aggressive push in the second game and gain a huge economic advantage; but on the other hand, if she went too aggressive, her opponent might simply turtle up and play the economic game himself… It wasn’t until she stepped off the bus that she realized she’d forgotten to put on any socks. Alera met up with Patrick in the schoolyard. He looked somehow diminished. His usual cheer was gone. It wasn’t what she’d expected after his long awaited date. “Hey! How’d your date go?” She asked. “It was okay,” Patrick said, not looking at her. “What do you mean, just okay? Did it go badly?” “You know how when you really look forward to something, and you hype it up for months, when it actually happens, it’s hard to live up to the expectations?” That was exactly how she felt when a new game released. Alera nodded. “Yeah, it was kind of like that.” “So, are you going to see him again?” “I don’t know,” Patrick said, and the look he gave her made her want to cry. She put an arm around her friend’s shoulder. “Aw,” she said. “I’m sure it’ll work out. And if he can’t see how amazing you are, he’s an asshole and doesn’t deserve you.” Patrick looked over at her, hurt in his eyes. “He’s not an asshole,” he said quietly. “It just didn’t click right away like some fairytale romance.” Alera had very little experience with romance, so she didn’t know what to say. Instead, she pulled Patrick into a hug. “Well, I love you, bro, and I’ll be there for you no matter what,” she said. “Thanks. We’re late for class,” he said. Alera couldn’t concentrate for the first two classes. It would have been one thing if she was distracted by her plans for the tournament, which was actually important. Maybe more important than her classes. But no: she was busy trying to figure out just what had happened during Patrick’s date, and how she could fix it. She’d been certain, in some teenage fantasy way, that the moment they admitted their feelings for one another, they would each realize they were madly in love and be happily ever after. Obviously, this was a silly fantasy, but it was what she’d wanted for her friend. She had her game, which was, to be perfectly honest, her first, second and third loves, but Patrick had nothing but her. And she couldn’t be what he needed, nor was she what he actually wanted. But she couldn’t come up with a solution. When Alera started working on a problem, she worked until she had a solution. Not only a solution, but the solution, superior to all possible solutions. She hated being wrong almost as much as she hated being ignorant, and when her mind focused on something, it would not let go. But this was another kind of problem, a human problem, and it wasn’t one she could solve just by brains and willpower. In the break between the second and third classes of the day, Patrick came over to her. “Hey, champ,” he said. “I can tell you’re distracted. Get your head in the game!” “Sorry,” she said. “I was thinking of your date.” “Stop it!” Patrick said. “It is what it is. You can’t fix it. It’ll either fix itself or it won’t. It’s nothing to do with you.” “But you’re my friend...” She tried. “And as your friend, I’m telling you, it’s none of your business. Okay?” He put his arms on her shoulders. “You have to focus on your tournament and the fifteen kay you’re gonna win for yourself and your mom. By the way, we have to leave after lunch or we won’t make it in time.” “Oh shit! We’ll have to skip classes!” “Yeah, let’s be Bonnie and Clyde, driving down the highway,” Patrick said. “I’ll be Bonnie and you be Clyde,” she said. “Nuh-uh,” Patrick said. “Clearly, I am Bonnie, and you’re Clyde. You have that murdering sociopath look on you.” “Thanks, I guess.” “One more class,” Patrick said, “then we leave, pick up your shit back at home, and drive off into the sunset. I packaged the shotgun and you bring the bullets.” “Did you really?” “No, but I kind of wish I did.” “Did you pack everything?” Patrick asked as she hauled her suitcase to her mother’s car. She nodded. “Got it all. Clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, keyboard, mouse, strategy notebook...” “Did you bring the diapers?” “I, uh… No?” “I think you should. Just in case.” Alera bit her lip. “Fine.” She climbed out of the car, walked upstairs to her room, and rummaged through the back of her closet where she’d hidden the shameful undergarments. They really were huge, and she didn’t know how many she should bring, so she packaged the whole package in a backpack. “All done,” Alera said, sliding into the passenger seat. “By the way, you’re driving.” “Because you’re gonna be too obsessed with planning for your games to keep your eyes on the road?” “Yes. Also, because I don’t have my driver’s license yet.” “What? I thought you got done that ages ago?” Patrick asked. “I haven’t had time to schedule the final test.” “Figures.” “Yeah.” “Hey,” Patrick said. “I thought you were Clyde. Or Bonnie. I forget.” “Touché,” Alera said. “Now drive.” They pulled out of the driveway, and then they were on their way. Alera picked up her strategy notebook and began scribbling. She had a lot of ideas from her last practice session, but she hadn’t had the time to put her thoughts in order yet. She’d identified several flaws in her game which should be simple fixes, but she needed to get the details right. In Vanguard, timing was everything. Doing the right thing one second too late could lose you a game. She scribbled down a word: tempo. It was a chess term. In chess, a tempo is a move which demands that the opponent respond immediately. This essentially grants the player delivering the tempo a free move, since their opponent must abandon their plan to respond to the threat, while you can continue with your plan. In a real-time game, where both players make simultaneous moves, one could not gain a “free move”, but one could gain free time by delivering a threat to temporarily distract one’s opponent from their plan. She had several strategies which almost worked. She had devastating attacks which would be a few seconds late against a good opponent. If she could only figure out a way to gain a few extra seconds to prepare, she could make the strategy work. She needed a tempo move which would delay her opponent’s response without compromising her plan. And now, scribbling furiously, she thought she had it. “Let’s stop for a restroom break,” Patrick said. Alera looked up. The clock on the dashboard showed that they’d been driving for three hours. “I don’t need to pee,” Alera said, picking up where she left off. If she pushed a small force towards this particular chokepoint, she could… “You’re squirming,” Patrick said. Alera put down her notebook. She looked down at her thighs, which were indeed shaking, and realized that she did, indeed, need to pee. Her bladder was pushing against the waistband of her jeans, pushing to release. She hadn’t even noticed. Patrick had stopped at a gas station. Blushing, Alera unbuckled herself and powerwalked into the gas station. She found the restrooms towards the back. Sitting on the toilet, she counted the seconds as she peed. One, two, three… Forty-five. Come to think of it, she hadn’t peed since that morning. She could easily have stayed engrossed in her planning for the next two hours, and she didn’t think she could have held it two hours. She’d have ended up peeing in her mother’s car. Alera felt her cheeks warm. She was supposed to be an adult, not a child, and yet she needed Patrick to tell her when to pee. Maybe I’m, like, an autistic savant at video games. Maybe I’ll be winning championships but I’ll need a live-in caretaker to make sure I eat, drink, sleep, and pee. Alera shook her head. It wasn’t that bad. She hadn’t peed herself. And she had been unusually focused because of the upcoming tournament and what it could mean to her future. She wasn’t usually like this. Self-conscious, she bought a sandwich and a bottle of lemon water. She’d at least make sure she had eaten and was hydrated when she arrived. “You’ve barely said a word the past three hours,” Patrick said when she got back into her seat. “Just occasionally mumbling to yourself. ‘Hmm, yes,’ or ‘no, that won’t work.’ I know you get super focused when you’re in the zone, but I’ve never seen you like this before.” “I’m sorry,” she said. “I think I just figured out my opening strategy for the first game. I shouldn’t have ignored you.” She took a sip of her water. “It’s okay,” he said, pulling out of the gas station. “This weekend is about you, and I want you to be focused on what matters right now, which is winning this tournament. Let me worry about taking care of you outside the game.” “That’s sweet,” she said, “but also wrong. I can’t rely on you to be, like, my daddy or something. I need to take better care of myself. You can’t be with me for the rest of my life like a… zookeeper.” She took a bite of her sandwich. “Tell me about you. What did you do on your date?” “Went for ice cream. Went for a walk and talked. It wasn’t very exciting, to tell you the truth.” “Ice cream and a walk and talk can be really romantic together with the right person,” she said. “You would know, with all your extensive dating experience?” Patrick shook his head. “Sorry. That was unfair.” “It’s okay,” she said. “You’re right, I haven’t really dated much. But give me some credit. I am, after all, a girl. I do have some notions of romance.” Patrick chuckled. “Really? You’re dreaming of romance and it’s not about marrying your video game?” Alera smiled. “I do, as a matter of fact. I dream of finding the right person, and the things we would do. It’s just that I have no clue what that person looks like. I don’t even know if the person is a woman, a man, or something else.” Patrick took his hand off the steering wheel and rested it on her shoulder. “I know there’s somebody for you out there, and you have plenty of time to figure out who that person is.” “I want someone like you,” Alera said. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not in love with you. I love you as a friend, but I don’t have the hots for you. I just want a person who I can be myself with and trust totally, like you. But who also, you know...” “Gets you all hot and bothered?” Patrick offered with a smirk. “Something like that,” she admitted. They said nothing for a minute. “James was everything I’d hoped for,” Patrick began. “We talked about movies, and music, and about friendship and how important it is. But I don’t think it’s going to work out.” “Because he wasn’t as enthusiastic about you as you’d hoped?” He nodded. “Look,” Alera said. “I saw him sneaking glances at you months ago. He’s shy. You had to ask him out. You had to take the initiative. Just because he didn’t spill his heart on the first date doesn’t mean his heart isn’t throbbing.” “You should write advice columns, Al,” Patrick said. “I’m serious.” He nodded. “You’re right. I shouldn’t give up hope just because he’s not showering me with flowers.” “Right,” she said. “If he wants to reject you, let him. Don’t reject yourself for him.” Patrick’s phone pinged with a message. He looked over at it. “It’s him,” he said. “I don’t know if I can bear to read it. Also, I should probably look at the road when driving.” “Is it okay if I read it?” She asked. “Sure. But don’t tell me if it’s bad. But, wait, if you don’t tell me what it says, I’ll know it’s bad. Crap.” Alera grabbed the phone and read the message. It was only one sentence. “I want to c u again.” She beamed a smile at Patrick. “He says he wants to see you again!” Patrick’s eyes seemed curiously moist. He looked away from her for a moment, and when he turned back he was smiling. “Really? What else did he say?” “Nothing else, just that. But this is great news. I told you to be patient!” “Whoa,” he said. “Wow, wow, wow.” “High five,” Alera said. They ended up awkwardly bumping fists. They arrived at their hotel around 5:00 PM. The tournament was being held in the convention center attached to the hotel, which was why they’d chosen it. Patrick parked the car, and Alera pulled her bag out of the trunk, a bit self-conscious when she remembered she also needed to bring the backpack that contained her diapers. Alera had never been to a tournament like this before, and she had no idea how it was supposed to go. She’d gotten an e-mail saying she should meet at the hotel at five for a player check-in and orientation—which meant they were just in the nick of time—but she didn’t know where she was supposed to meet, who would meet her, or what was going to happen. Patrick took her backpack, and she rolled her suitcase into the lobby. Once there, she was immediately greeted by a woman wearing a badge around her neck that said “SARAH CROWLEY / RISING STARS COORDINATOR”. “Alera Vasquez?” She asked. “I… yes?” Alera said. “How did you know?” “Your Facebook is public. Might want to change that, if you plan on doing well in this tournament,” the woman said. She was dressed slick in a gray striped pantsuit, with brown hair pulled into a bun on the top of her head, not a strand of hair misplaced. A pair of cat eye glasses completing the business look. She smiled at Alera and handed her two badges similar to the one she wore. “This is your ID badge. Wear it to get access to the backstage area. There’s one for you and one for your coach. If you go to many of these events, the staff will eventually know you by sight, but since it’s your first time, they might not know who you are unless you wear the badge. Now, are you staying at this hotel?” Alera felt a bead of sweat slide down her neck. This was all a little much. Patrick stepped in to save her. He must have seen the confused look on her face. “We’re staying here,” he said. “Excellent. You must be Patrick O’Brian, the coach?” “Yes,” he said. “Great. Listen, you can check in and put your things in the room, but at 5:30 there is a short photoshoot—we’re going to be using portraits of all the players in the live broadcast. Then I think our media producer wants to get a quick interview with you on video. Everyone is very excited about you, since you’re a rookie. Also, you’re the only woman here. Very marketable. Females 16-27 is a growing demographic in esports. Matches start at seven.” Her voice was excited, but it sounded like she was more excited about demographics than she was to meet Alera. Patrick nodded. “Got it. Where should we meet for the photo shoot and interview?” “Just come back to the lobby and myself or someone else from Production will meet you. Hey! Carlos!” As soon as she’d delivered her information, she turned to greet a young man entering the lobby. Carlos? Could it be Carlos “ManslaughteR” Alvarez? If so, this was her first look at her competition in person. Carlos looked like an average kid, maybe nineteen years old, wearing a black THRASHER hoodie, a cap covering long black hair, and carrying a suitcase in one hand and a keyboard under his other arm. He didn’t look very impressive, but then, Alera suspected, neither did she. She knew him as a kind of journeyman, a guy who got invited to tournaments because he tended to place around the middle of the pack every time. He never made any particularly good placings, but he didn’t make any last-place finishes either. A player she couldn’t underestimate, but definitely not one she should fear. Patrick took her arm and dragged her to the reception. “Let’s get checked in quickly, we only have fifteen minutes,” he said. They got their room key. They’d skimped by getting one double room instead of two singles. Alera didn’t mind sharing a huge hotel bed with Patrick. She’d shared her much smaller bed with him when they were kids. It wouldn’t be their first sleepover, but possibly their most exclusive one. Their room was on the third floor of the hotel. 304. “I think you should put on the diaper,” Patrick said when they were alone. “What? People will see me! Thousands of people online! Someone will notice. I can’t do that.” “Hear me out. You brought slacks, right? They’re loose enough that nobody will notice. Truth be told, when you remember to put on pants, nobody can really tell unless they’re looking for it. And who will look for it? On the other hand, you don’t want your first tournament performance to be remembered because you peed your pants live, do you? I’m sure it won’t happen, but please, Al, just do it.” “Okay. Fine. Fuck it.” She threw off her jeans, and Patrick barely had time to turn around in modesty before she had her panties out. She fished out a plastic rectangle from her backpack, folded it out, fluffed the sides like Patrick had taught her, then sat her bare bum on top of it. She positioned herself centered on the rectangle, then pulled up the sides and fastened the tapes. Truth be told, although she was loath to admit it, there was a certain feeling of safety when she’d gotten it fastened. She didn’t have to worry anymore. She knew this thing could contain everything she’d reasonably expect to throw at it. Not that she planned to actually use it. Definitely not. Alera put on her slacks, then shrugged off her shirt and put on the jersey Patrick had made her. The one that said her name and nickname on the back. Patrick turned around and gave her a golf clap and a grin. “You look great!” He said. She looked at herself in the mirror. Turned around, craned her neck, admired the Butterfly on her back. She really looked like a pro. “We gotta go now, photo shoot’s on!” Patrick urged. They arrived in the lobby just in time for Sarah Crowley to hurry them down a corridor and into a small conference room that had been turned into a photo studio. There was a black background mounted on metal stands, several studio flashes with various accessories mounted, and a guy wearing a huge camera around his neck connected by cord to a computer. He had wild hair and was waving his hands at a guy in front of the studio backdrop. He looked to be about twenty years old, wearing a Team Liquid jersey. The guy flashed a smile at a camera, then shifted to a menacing look, hands crossed in front of his chest. The photographer waved him off. “Hey!” The guy said. “You Butterfly?” She nodded. He extended a hand. “Cool. I’m Railgun, Jake to friends. Good luck.” They shook hands. Wow. This is probably the second or third best player in the country. And here he’s greeting me like a colleague! Alera didn’t have time to fawn, as the photographer directed her to stand in front of the backdrop. She felt slightly self-conscious about the diaper strapped to her waist, but the photographer appeared oblivious. After the photo shoot, Sarah appeared at her side again to direct her to another room where a big video camera was set up. She was introduced to Carmac, who was apparently a media producer for the tournament. “Look, I know you may be nervous about your first interview, but you just sit there,” and he indicated a chair in front of a green screen, “and answer a few easy questions honestly. I won’t hit you with any hard questions since it’s your first time. Just make sure to answer in complete sentences, because we’re going to cut out the questions in post.” He flashed a smile at her. “Oh… kay,” she said. “Don’t worry,” Carmac said, giving her a pat on the back. “Everyone’s nervous their first time.” Carmac asked her whether she was excited about being at her first LAN tournament. He asked whether she had any thoughts about the fact that she was the first female player to make it to the big leagues, and she answered honestly that she hadn’t really thought about it. “I’m just here to compete. I don’t really think about stuff like that.” “Excellent,” Carmac said. “Good work. Now, you don’t have to answer the next question in detail. Do you have any hidden tricks up your sleeve for your first tournament?” Alera smiled her most charming smile. “I’m sure I do. I’ve been working really hard on some new openings with my practice partner.” “Oh?” Said Carmac. “This practice partner, is it someone we would know?” “I would imagine so,” said Alera honestly. “It’s Saehwong.” “What?” Said Carmac. “Your practice partner is Saehwong, the recent runner-up in the world championship?” “Yes.” “Please answer with a complete sentence.” “My practice partner is Saehwong.” “Wow,” said Carmac. “Can you say that again, but, like, look a bit more menacing?” Alera pulled down her brows and crossed her arms. “My practice partner is Saehwong, the second best player in the world according to the rankings. But I believe he is actually the best player in the world, and he helped me develop several new openings. You wanna beat me? Then you have to beat the best player in the world’s strategies.” “That was fucking brilliant,” Carmac said. “Strictly on the D-L, how’d you swing that partnership?” “I beat him on the ladder and asked him if he wanted to practice with me.” “Wow,” said Carmac. That night, Alera lost her first two matches. She was uncomfortable in front of the cameras. There were about two hundred people watching in the audience—which was a far cry from the world championships, but still two hundred more than she was used to—her chair was unfamiliar, and she couldn’t get into the zone. They were close matches, but her opposition were people she had easily beat from the comfort of her home. She wanted to cry. “Don’t worry about it,” Patrick said. “That was the warmup. You’re not out of it yet.” “I’ll have to win three matches in a row tomorrow, against better opposition.” “Good thing you have three hundred pages of strategy in that notebook of yours and the most brilliant mind of anyone here,” he said. “Look, you have to block out the people watching. Go to that place you go when nobody can reach you, even if the house is on fire. Go to that place and roast their asses.” Patrick bit his lip. It was Saturday afternoon. Alera had gone down 0-2 in her group, and she’d been quite dejected. But he’d kind of expected that. It was her first LAN tournament. She needed some time to adjust. He’d tried to cheer her up the night before, but she’d refused to listen to his motivational speech. I don’t have a future in sports coaching or mental training, he’d thought. Things had gotten from bad to worse when she woke him up at five in the morning and informed him that she’d wet the bed. Well, kind of: she had wet the diaper she hadn’t bothered to take off to bed. The bed was dry, but she was not. She’d cried on his shoulder, shoulders shaking, and told him that she was useless. She couldn’t hold her piss through the night—which, as far as Patrick knew, had not been a problem before—and she couldn’t even win her games. “That’s fucking it,” Patrick had said. “You’re not allowed to reject yourself. You told me that yesterday. Now, you change and go to sleep, and then when you wake up, you’re gonna be in that place where nothing matters but winning the game, and you’re gonna win the game. Come on, Clyde, you’re better than this.” She’d fallen asleep again with red eyes. But when she woke, it was a different Alera. Alera had crushed her opposition in the first match of the day 2-0. Then she had defeated her next opponent 2-0. Now, she was competing against Railgun. Alera had told her that this was the best player in her group. The score was 1-1. Alera needed to win this game to go to the semifinals. Patrick was seated in the front row, right in front of the stage. He could have been backstage, but he felt like he’d just be a distraction. Instead, he seated himself in the audience, where he could hear the commentators. He had played Vanguard enough to know the basic principles, but he had no clue about high-level strategies. Instead, he watched the big screen and listened to the commentators cast the game. “Oh my god,” said one of the commentators. “Butterfly’s behind! Railgun is already hitting tech 2 and she hasn’t even started her tech upgrade! She’s still on tech 1! Looks like the rookie is cracking under the pressure!” “It was a good run, and a solid rookie performance, but this looks like the end for Butterfly,” said the other commentator. Patrick put his thumb in his mind and bit hit. Come on, Alera, do something! She wanted to yell at her. Of course, she was wearing noise-canceling headphones and couldn’t hear him. “Railgun is about to launch an attack on the north flank,” said the first commentator. “Wait!” Said the second commentator. “Look! She’s… I think she’s deliberately delaying her tech! She’s going to upgrade directly from tech 1 to tech 3! This is a strategy that’s been spearheaded by Saehwong on the Korean servers just in the past week!” “She did say in her interview that she’s been practicing with Saehwong,” said the first commentator. “Truth be told, Roger, I thought it was just boasting from a rookie. Leaching off the name of a more famous player. But she’s playing the strategy exactly like Saehwong!” “Wait!” Said the second commentator, Roger. “Look at the timer! She’s going to be fifteen seconds too late.” “Railgun is advancing with his Reaver-Menacer force from the south. If he hits in the next thirty seconds before Butterfly gets tech 3, he’s going to win.” “Butterfly is sending half her army to the north. She’s pressuring the second base of Railgun! Railgun pulls his army back to defend. His second is vulnerable, but he really needs to attack Butterfly’s bases now or he’s toast. He doesn’t know what we know, of course...” Patrick looked at the timer on the screen. If she hits tech 3, she’s winning. Five seconds, four seconds, three… two, one, zero. She did it! “Butterfly is sacrificing half her army! Railgun is destroying her army, but what he doesn’t know is she’s building a new, better army at home...” “Butterfly is advancing on the third base of Railgun...” “She’s attacking the second...” “The second is falling!” “There goes the third!” “Gee-gee! Good game is called!” “The rookie has done it! Railgun throws in the towel, and with that, he’s eliminated from the tournament! Butterfly advances to the semifinals with a 2-1 victory in the match and a 3-2 record in the group stages!” People rose from their chairs around Patrick, cheering for his friend. He rose, too. Alera stood on stage, drinking in the jubilation of the crowd. Her Butterfly jersey was drenched in sweat, but she didn’t care. Her diaper was damp under her slacks, but she didn’t care about that, either. A guy she didn’t know was asking her questions which barely registered. He was wearing an exciting smile and a suit. “The casters are saying this is a strategy you picked up from Saehwong,” the man said. “How did it feel to pull it off in such a pivotal game?” Alera shook her head. “That’s not correct,” she said. “I didn’t pick up the tech-delay all-in from Saehwong. I developed that opening. He picked it up from me.” Alera flashed a smile for the crowd. She was on top of the world.
  49. 4 points
  50. 4 points
    I can say as a female who went through basic training that it is tough to find time sometimes to go to the restroom. I am embarrassed to say that I didn't make it a couple times during an evaluation or during PT. I wet myself during my first week while sitting in a classroom and also messed myself during my last PT test.
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