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    Axis reacted to Mrgala21 in What happened to the toilet?   
    Michelle was usually not the type of girl to wake up out of her sleep for any reason. But here she was brushing the sleep out of her eyes at 5 a.m. See, Michelle had broke her habit of staying asleep for very long periods at a time and gotten out of bed at this hour for one reason. She had to use the bathroom. Check that, she really really REALLY had to use the bathroom. Michelle sprinted down the hallway with her hands dug into the front of her white thong. Unfortunately for the 19 year old, her hands did little to stop the steady leak of pee coming out of her and starting to flow down her long legs. She made it to the bathroom, pulled down her thong as she bounced up and down, and then sat down and fully released the large amount of pent up pee that was inside of her. As Michelle enjoyed the glorious relief and let out a long sigh of both pleasure and satisfaction she heard her stomach rumble. A very loud and long-lasting fart immediately followed that and Michelle accepted the reality that she was going to be on the toilet longer than she expected as she had to poop.
    After a solid five minutes Michelle was still pushing and going. Michelle could not believe the sheer amount of the bowel movement she was having. After all, Michelle was on the small size for her age. Not necessary skinny but petite. But it did make sense if she thought about it. Michelle had been holding in that poop for the entire day prior. She was at school all day, then went to work for the rest of the day so she just went to bed when she had gotten back from work at night. The urge had hit her throughout the day but she could never find a good time to go. After a few more minutes and a few more pushes, Michelle was done and stood up after filling the toilet with a healthy amount of toilet paper on top of the contents that were already in there. Michelle flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and turned to go back to her inviting bed when she realized something didn't sound right with the toilet. It had completely ceased to make the sound that a toilet makes when it flushes. Its a very distinct sound and it simply was not being produced. Michelle turned around to see the toilet water at the very brim of the toilet's edge. Michelle walked over and tried to flush it again. Absolutely no movement. This was panic time. Michelle had clogged the toilet it seemed. She didn't know what to do. On on hand ,at least it wasn't overflowing onto the floor. "God that would be gross" Michelle though to herself. On the other hand. this was actually the only toilet in the modest house she shared with her mother and 18 year old sister. But the reality of the situation was that Michelle was not a Plummer and they did not own a toilet plunger for some reason so there was nothing that could be done at 5 in the morning anyway. Michelle was honestly still half asleep too so she simply left the toilet in its current condition and went back to the safety of her nice warm bed.
    ...
     Kelly woke up at 9:25 which was around the usual time that she woke up on a Saturday. She lounged around in her bed checking her phone until she was forced to get up and start her day by her aching bladder. Kelly had crossed her legs enough under the covers and that wasn't helping anymore.  She quickly put a tee shirt and black panties on as she sleeps naked. Kelly really hoped one of her daughters was not in the bathroom as she was actually quite in need of relief. But instead the first thing she lays her eyes on in the bathroom is the toilet with dirty used toilet water right at the brim. Kelly knows she could not add another drop of pee to that toilet if she wanted too without it overfilling onto the floor completely. Besides being utterly confused as to what happened and which one of her daughters was responsible for this mess in the toilet, Kelly was also desperate. She was actually leaking in fact. Kelly's legs rubbed against eachother as she marched in spot. Kelly's hands grasped her crotch for dear life. She really did have a habit of waiting too long after she woke up to finally go pee. And now she could not even go in the one toilet in her house. Kelly was on the verge of tears due to the pain in her bladder. She had to think fast. And she did just that. She immediately walked over to the bathtub and pulled down her panties. This wasn't proper and she had to fix this toilet ASAP but right now she needed to pee. A powerful stream of pee fly's out of her the second after she squatted over the bathtub and Kelly puts her head back in sweet relief.
    "Mom, what the hell are you doing?" 
    Kelly is taken out of her bliss by the voice of her 18 year old daughter, Marissa. Kelly looks to the doorway to see Marissa staring at her with both a look of confusion and awe. Kelley quickly stops her stream and pulls her panties back up. She immediately has to resort to the classic pee dance in order to stop the large amount of pee still left in here from coming out. The little bit of relief she just experienced did nothing but make her need extremely more urgent.
    "umm, baby Im sorry you had to see that but did you clog the toilet like this?" Kelly points to the toilet and Marissa comes over to it and immediately lets out a loud sigh of frustration. Kelly cant help but notice that she is obviously not the only one in need of the toilet here. Marissa has been crossing and recrossing her legs ever since she first saw her.
    "What the hell? No I didn't. Stupid Michelle probably did last night then cause it was fine when I went to sleep."
    "Well I don't know what happened to it and I need to go pee so bad so thats why I was peeing in the bathtub" Kelly tells her daughter who looks like she is in absolute pain.  Kelly follows that statement by asking her obviously distressed daughter is she was alright.
    "No mom, I seriously need to go to the bathroom" Marissa says while grabbing onto the sink and bending over with sweat forming on her forehead. Marissa is then unable to hold in a fart that escapes her tightly clenched butt cheeks. Her reddish-blonde hair is tied into a ponytail and it bounces as she bounces. Unlike her sister, Marissa was not small for her age and had a very shapely figure.  Marissa is wearing only a pink tee shirt and very tight gray short shorts. No panties which means she is scared of any type of accident being very noticeable. And not just a pee accident. She has to pee very badly yes but Marissa never ever remembers having to go poop this badly. She hadn't gone in a few days and apparently it hit her at once. She had tears forming in her eyes already. This couldn't be happening to her. Why did the toilet have to be clogged at this moment?
    "baby, Im serious. Are you ok" Kelly asks while doing her own potty dance. Right now though her motherly instincts start to kick in as she is seeing her daughter like this.
    "No mom like Im not ok." Another fart escapes Marissa. This one feeling and sounding very wet. On top of that, a leak sprung and left a bit of wetness on the crotch of her gray shorts before she is able to stop it. "I just woke up and I need to go to the bathroom so freakin bad"
    "I know I do too" Kelly says while moving closer to Marissa and putting an arm around her as if that was going to comfort her at a time like this. "Do you umm need to do more than just pee?" Kelly's face went red just asking the question so she could only imagine the embarrassment her 18 year old daughter felt.
    Marissa's face indeed went very red as she managed a weak little "Yes i do" before letting out another fart and squatting down completely holding her herself. Kelly thought she had to go bad until she saw how desperate her daughter looked. 
    "Look, how about I drive up to the gas station and we can go there" Kelly tells her daughter. "Then when we get back we can yell at your sister for doing this all we want."
    "Just drive fast ok?" was the only thing Marissa could say. She was already so embarrassed and she really did not really think she could withstand a car ride at this moment but what other choice did she have?
    ...
    "One more street baby and then we will be there" Kelly told her daughter in a reassuring tone. Well, as reassuring as a 43 year old women who was slowly peeing herself one leak at a time could sound that is. Yes, since they had left the house and started driving her need had severely worsened but nothing compared to her poor daughters. There was a very noticeable wet spot on her daughters shorts. Her daughter was also bouncing up and down in her seat and had resorted to sitting on her heels. She noticed that Marissa couldn't seem to decide if she should hold her crotch or her butt either. As she turned the corner of the last street before they arrived at sweet relief Kelly saw something that sent a chill running down her spine and a squirt into her panties. It was a train with a long line of cars waiting for it. 
    "Omg theres a train now!" Marissa cant help but to voice her disappointment as well as let out another fart that results in further damage to her poor gray shorts that are a much darker gray than what they started out as. 
    "I know baby but look theres a lot of cars here so that means its been going for a while. Maybe its almost done" Kelly barely believes her own words as she brings the car to a stop in the line.
    "Mom please turn around I really cant hold it anymore like its coming out"
    "Mine is to baby. Remember you caught me peeing? I really should have just finished but Im still holding it and taking you to the gas station."
    I know mom thanks but I really cant hold this anymore." Marissa says while starting to tear up and lose her breath as she starts to cry due to a mixture of how badly she needs relief and also now knowing that she isn't getting that relief anytime soon.
    "You can do it baby. Its ok dont cry."
    "Mom it hurts so bad. Like my stomach feels like its going to explode." 
    "This stupid train will be over soon just hold on for me ok baby?" Kelly tells her daughter while she herself is perched on the edge of her seat holding herself with both of her hands.
    "I cant. I need to go right now mom" Marissa says while desperately grinding her butt into the car seat. "Can you please please turn around and go anywhere else?"
    "Baby you know theres nowhere else close. We are better off waiting this train out."
    Just then, Marissa loses the battle that she was destined to lose since the moment she woke up and felt both her bladder and bowels inform her that they needed to be emptied. It started with a torrent of pee flowing out of her that simply could not be stopped by any means necessary. Next, a barrage of farts escaped from Marissa's tightly clenched butt. Tears rolled down the 18 year old's cheek as she felt her butt grow mushy and sticky with the contents of her bowls. It didn't take long for both her pee and poop start to overfill her shorts and escape onto her long legs and the carseat below her. Marissa was 18 years old and currently pooping and pissing her pants. In front of her mother for that matter.
    But Marissa was not alone in her embarrassment. The sight and sounds of her daughter had sent Kelly into a panic and she was simply not able to hold any pee in anymore. The rest of her bladder emptied itself into Kelly's panties and soon into the red pair of yoga pants that she wore.
    There was absolutely no hiding this for either of them.
    ...
    Open to writing another part to this. Please leave any suggestions and feedback that you may have.
     

     
     
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    Axis reacted to Marin in Family Guy's new horse.   
    I can’t believe I’m doing a Family Guy fan fic. Some one requested this so what the heck. I just watched an entire episode of Family guy for some ideas. Well, here goes nothin’.
    You know, it seams today that all you see is violence in movies or sex on TV, but Peter Griffin is here to bring back those good old fashioned values we used to rely on. Give it up for the family guy, Peter griffin. So Louis is giving him some money to go shopping one day. “Now remember Peter, don’t touch this money ‘til you get to the grocery store.” She began as she pined some cash to his shirt. You could see the annoyance in his eye. “then buy one can of beans and come strait home. Do you understand!”
    “Louis, I’m a guy you can trust with a task.” He assured, but then he goes off about how he almost conquered the dragons layer. Louis gave him a weird look as he stood their recalling some fantasy of his. “Now what does that have to do with anything?” She put her hands on her hips and looked up at him while he spaced off. She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “I hate it when he does this. He’s got the whole family doing it now except for me and Chris. Brian is the worst.”
    “Hi Louis.” Brian greeted, startling her.
    “Oh, Brian.”
    “He’s doing it again huh!”
    “You do it too you know.”
    “I do not.”
    “Well, I’m off.” Peter said when he finally woke up from his flash back. Louis huffed it off.
    For the remainder of that day she tidied up around the house waiting for Peter to get home with the beans. Stewy sat next to Brian watching the Star Wars trilogy, fidgeting a little. He felt the uncomfortable need to use his diaper. He didn’t feel like soiling it just yet. They didn’t own the movie, they were watching it on cable. He decided to wait until commercial break.
    Louis sat down next to them, exhausted from cleaning all day and waiting for Peter. She wanted to make burritos for dinner. Louis had everything she needed except the beans she was waiting for. Stewy’s urge for relief grew quickly since his bladder and bowels were smaller then a tennis ball and he couldn’t quite make it to the bathroom yet, being as young as he was. He new if he soiled himself too quickly, his mother would either have to change him now, or later. He didn’t want to miss the movie, but he didn’t want to wait in a dirty diaper either, so he waited to pee and poop. His squirming and wiggling made it obvious.
    Louis didn’t take notice at all. She never notice her baby boy talking in full sentences with an outrageous vocabulary and devious intentions unless he spoke directly to her, let alone noticing his predicament. Brian was perfectly aware though. He usually talked to him when his family members weren’t around. He couldn’t help himself this time. “Hey, Stewy.” He whispered into his ear. “What the hell are you doing.”
    “What dose it look like I’m doing?” Stewy snapped.
    “Being a total dush bag.”
    “Yah, screw you too. I’m just watching the Star Wars trilogy.”
    “All right.” He watched TV with a smirk while Stewy pressed his hands in his crotch, double crossed his legs and groaned and moaned and farted periodically. Brian kept his eyes facing the TV quietly and smiled about how stupid he sounded farting and groaning. “Shadup!” Stewy snapped. Brian laughed at him.
    His bladder felt rock hard and his bowels were about to burst. Stewy bounced in his seat and rocked violently when suddenly, he winced as he squirt in his diaper. The wet fluid spilt down to his crack as the wetness caused another squirt to pierce his opening. He gripped his penis and pinched his but cheeks as hard as he could, but to little prevail. He shivered in desperation as the pee kept penetrating his weakening grip in spurt after spurt.
    Finally, his muscles collapsed, allowing the stream to jet through to the padding of his diaper. Poop forced it’s way out to pile up in the back. He felt his butt getting soaked as his diaper expanded and a yellow stain formed on the front and bottom. Tired, he just let it go in his pants and sighed. At first, he felt mortified that he actually had an accident in front of Louis and Brian like a little baby. Wait, I am a little baby. He recalled. Immediately he stopped caring, except he felt extremely unclean now. The commercials hadn’t come on yet so he had to wait to be changed. His diaper bulged in the back from his mess which pressed against his skin as he sat there trying to enjoy the movie. The sloshy padding bulged on the out side and made his skin feel soggy and sting slightly. Stewy couldn’t concentrate on the movie.
    At last it was commercial break. “Mom.” He called. “Mom. Mom, Mom, Mom.” He taunted. “Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, Mommy, Mommy…”
    “Don’t start that again please. What do you want?” She said exasperated about her husband. She wasn’t very confident that he’d actually come home with the beans, or at all for that matter.
    “Can you change me.” He requested shamelessly. “I made a Darth duty. I Sithed, my pants. My diaper’s gone over to the dark side. I’ve got pages of these I could go on.”
    “Stewy, those weren’t even funny in the Star Wars parody we did for that company.” Brian criticized while Louis carried him off to the bathroom. “Yah screw you too Brian!” he waved his fist at him as he entered the bathroom with his mother.
    Louis placed him down on the changing pad she laid out on the bathroom counter. She pulled down his pants to revel the yellow stained, bulging mess he’s made. Louis undid his diaper, dumped his small turds into the toilet and rolled up the diaper into a squishy ball to throw away. As she saw the pee drip from the sides, she had a crazy thought. What would it be like to have an accident. She wasn’t too interested in finding out, so she got out a clean diaper and contemplated on the matter.
    When she was about to put it on him, he suddenly squirt on her, getting pee he had left over on her face and her shirt. “Oomph! Dam it Stewy!” He laughed and pointed at her. Brian poked his head around the corner to point and laugh as well. They pointed and laughed at her together as she growled.
    “Okay! Okay.” He giggled. “Go ahead.” She lifted his legs to get the diaper underneath, and he squirt on her again. “Stewy!” Again, the baby and the dog burst out in laughter. She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists at her sides and began to loose her temper. “Sorry! Sorry. That’s it, I’m done. That was the last of it.” She took a deep breath and tried again to be sweet and put the diaper on him. Once again, Stewy squirt her in the face. Again the boys laughed their heads off.
    She abruptly grabbed the baby and held him over the toilet. “Just finish all ready!” Sensing danger, Stewy obeyed as she heard a light trickling of urine hit the toilet water. It slowed to a stop quickly, then he pinched off the last two drops of pee he had left. “Okay, you done now?” Louis said sweetly.
    “Yah, I’m done. It’s not funny any more.” She put him back on the changing pad to finally put his diaper on, but the baby squirt her again. As they burst out in laughter one more time, Louis lost her temper. In a flash, she blew up and started pounding on Stewy’s butt. “OWOWOWOWOW!!!!!OW!!OW!!OW!!AHAHOW” Stewy cried as her hand slapped mercilessly against his butt. Brian fell over laughing, gripping his ribs with his arms. “YOUR NEXT MUT!!!” She shouted, throwing her shoe at him. He bolted out of the bathroom. “Oh god OH GOD!” He yelped.
    At last Louis put on Stewy’s diaper and taped it shut. She then pulled up his suspenders, set him on the floor and smacked his butt one more time to get him to bug off. He darted out of the bathroom giggling about the whole thing never the less. Louis’ went to her room to change her shirt. It had pee on the breast area. She slipped it off to expose her black, lacey bra and slipped on a green shirt.
    Her eyes lit up when she heard the door bell ring. “Peter!” She cheered. Of all the stupid thins he did, she loved him, and she missed him when he left for that long. Her smile disappeared when she found out it was just a delivery man. “Special delivery for Peter Griff…” SLAM!!! The door smacked his face and bloodied his nose as he dropped the package full of shattering glass, cursing and groaning about his nose on his knees. Louis was heading back to the living room when the front door suddenly opened. To her wonder, it was Peter.
    “Peter, where have you been? You left for the market six hours ago! Did you get the beans?” Louis cursed herself for saying something like that after her beloved husband got home after that long.
    “Louis, I got something better. You know how you always wanted a real diamond wedding engagement ring?” Her face lit up and a great smile bloomed on her face. “Oh my God!” She gasped.
    “That’s right, I bought a horse!” The smile completely dropped from her face and fell back into the deep pit of her heat, replaced by a scowl. Sure enough, a big, smelly horse cam walking through their front door.
    “You bout a HORSE! Why the hell did you… I didn‘t even give you that much money!”
    “That’s what I thought Louis!” He recalled the auction he attended in Louie Ville.
    “Sold!” The auctionist shouted out to the crowd. “To the gentlemen from Quahog (Co-hog) Road Island.” Every one clapped and cheered. “Congratulations sir, what brings you down to Louie Ville?”
    “I don’t know!” He said simply.
    Louis examined the horse he purchased. His eyes didn‘t come into focus. His face didn’t make any eye contact, interaction with the humans or acknowledgement of their presence whatsoever. His off centered stare creaped her out. “Peter, there’s something off about that horse.” She worried.
    “You have an eye for animals Louis. This horse is brain damaged. That’s why I got it so cheep.” The horse started bashing wholes in the wall with his skull for no apparent reason, as if to demonstrate his stupidity, giving himself a minor concussion and causing him to collapse on the floor.
    The whole family stood their watching as Peter and Louis discussed the matter.
    “Peter, I don’t think it’s wise to have a brain damaged horse as a house pet.”
    “Shadup! You don’t know nothin’, ‘bout anything.”
    “What ever Peter, fine!” She huffed. “Keep the horse!”
    “Good. This family works much better when we’re unified. You’ll see this horse will be a fine addition to this family.” Peter assured as he stood the horse back on it’s feet.
    Suddenly they heard water splashing against the floor from under the horse, pooling into the ground under his feet. It formed a massive puddle that almost reached Peters. “You know what, I don’t want him to feel self conscious. Everybody pee.”
    “Peter!” She protested. “We’re…”
    “Every body pee, now!” He inserted. The family stared at him for a long awkward moment.
    “We’re an unusual family.” Stewy commented.
    “I wanna pee!” Chris cheered, throwing his hands up. At that, he let urine trickle through his pants and onto the floor, forming a wet spot on his pants. Peter joined in, praising him. “Good, good. Now if we can get the rest of you to join in I thing he’ll feel comfortable about the whole thing. He wont be alone, ya know?” Louis blushed. It was truly an experiment she wanted to try, but she didn‘t fell comfortable doing it in front of Megan or even Peter himself, who had already peed himself. Brian shrugged and got down on all fours as a dog should, then lifted his leg to add to the large puddle formed by Peter and Chris.
    Louis finally gathered the confidence to join the family. She let go in her pants. The pee sprawled throughout her panties and drizzled down her pant legs. It soon leaked onto the ground. It took a half a minute to form a wet spot in her crotch and pant legs as the puddle grew under her feet. Megan gawked at her in shock that she joined the men. Finally she decided “Eh.” and she let it go in her pants as well. Her pants were quicker to form a wet spot at her crotch. It sprawled throughout her pants and soaked her rump. Her urine reached the floor and formed her puddle as it grew to fuse with the family puddle.
    Soon the whole floor under them became wet from the horses pee and every one else’s pee, and it just got bigger. Pee streamed from the crotches of every family member except Stewy. “Thanks every one.” Peter praised. Then he looked at Stewy, who still looked dry. “How come you’re not peeing.” He asked him. Stewy stalled for a moment. He abruptly undid his suspenders, yanked his pants down, and squirted on Peter. “Oh! God DAMIT Stewy!” Stewy ran off with no pants giggling down the hall way as the whole family burst out in laughter and pointed at him while he spit out some of the pee that hit him in the mouth.
    Here's a link to see the episode I got this from. http://www.cucirca.com/2009/03/02/family-guy-season-7-episode-8-family-gay/
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    Axis reacted to OmoNeon in School trip on a very special cruise   
    Sorry for the long wait, This section is also a bit longer as the first and you can expect quicker updates.
    Might even be able to post a new one tomorrow 😄


    Chapter 2:
    The train ride was gonna take about 4 hours and a half in total. 
    1 hour in: 
    Someone with a cart came rolling trough the aisle. They were handing out the first few doses of the medication, 1 each day per person. 
    They also handed out bottles of water and if anyone wanted they could also get a selection of beverages from the train shop which was a few wagons further into the train, all included of course.
    They also got the message that in an hour we were gonna get an introduction video made by the creator of the drug himself, which apparently was a big deal according to her classmates and teacher, Luna overheard. The man had made several breakthroughs in the medical field and had won countless awards in his still relatively short career. 
    However, there were also a bunch of wild rumors and allegations towards him, it seemed that for every 2 great things he had done there was 1 wild controversy, but because of how exceptional his creations were they usually got ignored.
    Everyone took in the medication and swallowed it trough with a sip of water from their bottles. "and off we go" said a grinning Chloe
    1h30 in:
     Now as Luna was starting to feel thirsty as she finished her first 0.5L water bottle by now and started on the second one, she did start to feel her bladder get fuller now by the minute. Must be the effects of the drug by now, although she hasn't felt any side effects, "so far so good" she thought.
    1u50 in: 
    Luna really needed to pee by now and she noticed she wasn't the only one as more people slowly started going to the toilet, Chloe had just come back and mentioned "You might wanna go now as the introduction video will start in 10mins and there's slowly starting to form a line, you can tell that drug is starting to work".
    Luna had finished her 2nd bottle and was already halfway on a 3rd, she also noticed people around them were drinking more by now, she got up and went to the toilet and managed to come back right on time as the introduction video was just starting, there were two monitors in each wagon, one each side.
    _____________________________________________________
    - Luna and her friends/classmates Chloe, Vicky and Selena were sitting in a 4 seater on the right side. Luna switched places with Selena as she just in time came back from the toilet and didn't want to annoy Selena. So Selena was sitting at the window now.
    - 4 other classmates were on the left 4 seater right next to Luna's group. Direct left of Luna was Peyton, who she didn't like too much as she was often an egotistical bitch. Diagonal of Luna was Liv sitting, or short for Olivia. The popular girl of their class, not in the negative sense though. She was nice, good looking, good grades and if you ever needed anything she was there to help. Although a little bit prudish Luna felt.
    - The 4 seats before them was a family with 2 kids, a teenage boy of about 15 - 16yo and a girl of about 11yo which Luna was the only one she could see clearly from her spot.
    - The 4 seats in front of them were occupied by a group of men, probably in their 30s Luna thought
    - After that was the end of their wagon and a glass door separated theirs from the hallway which connected the rest of the train.
    _____________________________________________________
    The introduction video started:
    "Good morning ladies and gents and everything in between!" the man announced in a awkward energetic way. 
    Luna thought he didn't even look close to a doctor, he had a purple top hat, long purple coat and a shirt with a too colorful tie in Luna's opinion. 
    "I'm Dr. Neuhauss and i'll be walking you trough of what you can be expecting (chuckles) 'ehehe' in the next 2 weeks on the cruise ship, totally and utterly free thanks to Medifix(company Neuhauss is tied to) and our sponsors. Now lets check out the ship!" 
    "Yo that dude looks like freaking Willy Wonka, no wonder he makes great pills!!" someone behind Luna shouted followed by laughter, As the video continued which showed a promotional video of the ship showing off some of the things it had to offer.
    As Neuhaus came back and with weird and overly expressive hand gestures he continued: "What you're seeing is a top of the line brand new ship with everything you dream of on a cruise, but there's a very special thing about this ship though! 'ehehe' (there goes that weird chuckle again) It houses all the new prototype technologies of one of our sponsors (which was called"NoLiQ"), carpets, chairs, beds and many more have all a new textile/cushions that works in conjunction with an in build system. The system is build in underneath the carpet or inside said chair or bed, You'll probably start seeing this in stores very soon as. it. is. AMAZING! 
     'ehehe' 
    I'll spare you the details to it but what it means is that it self cleans and dries for the most part. As long as it's hooked up to the system and maintenanced it can dry and clean any liquid in matter of half an hour to a few hours depending how much liquid.
    Another thing that's equipped with these technology is this very same train, the amount of time, energy and money that goes into cleaning a train and ship like this is immense and i think everyone likes a nice and clean seat no?
    Now, of course this will also come in handy if... lets say... someone had an "accident" 'ehehehe' As this test will also function as a social test of some sorts as we noticed in the previous tests that... well the medicine is in fact... (he pauses as he thinks about his words carefully here) working marvelously! HOWEVER!!"
     
    In a more serious and lower tone he continued: "Some people apparently think it's not worth it to piss themselves for just 2 weeks so we can cure 99% of currently known diseases..." *cough cough* could be heard from somewhere behind the camera, "uhum..." he continued again in his upbeat way " anyway from the previous tests we learned that the problem isn't actually with the medicine... It's actually widespread prejudice about pissing your pan..." *cough cough* "ehehe,  I mean... not used to the occasional accidents."
    "Also smell, stains and it getting sticky were all complaints before so we managed to fix those as the urine will also be diluted anyway, so another improvement to that is just drink more and the urine should be almost completely clear and odorless!"
    He then continues again in his lower voice again "Of course people then complained they would have even more accidents if they drink more... again people being prude about urine is the problem and not the medici..." *cough cough*
    Someone from behind Luna "Bro this guy escaped from an asylum or something..." and Chloe replied smug with "and you swallowed whatever he came up with like half an hour ago, so shut up" and Neuhauss continued: "Although there's also some good news here, it seems that the problem is mostly adults that have a problem with this as they have many years of prejudice hammered into their heads that urine equals bad. However, young specim...*uhum* children don't mind it nearly as much. In our tests it seemed that after one to two weeks most of them were pretty unfazed about accid... uhum, side effects. So that result was very favourable!
    So on to the actual social test!"
    "ehehe"
    "We want to simulate real life situations to some degree while on the cruise, in real life you don't always have acces to a toilet nearby either. So here's what's gonna happen:
    The toilets accessibility will rotate between open or close, They will open or close for a certain amount of time before closing or opening again , so it's possible that all the toilets in the front of the ship will be closed while all the toilets in the back will be open, or three quarters of the entire ship will be closed by random, or Starboard open and port closed, etc you get the point"
    "Now doesn't that make this cruise so much more adventurous?!"
    "ehehe"
    (Luna felt shivers going over her spine)
    As Neuhauss walked off screen and the video appeared to be over an uproar started in the wagon, as people started talking over each other. 
    "excuse me?!" 
    "mofo played too many battle royals!"
    "You say what now?!"
    "Hell no!"
    "Is this an out of season april fools joke?"
    "bro go back to your chocolate factory!"
    Luna was too shocked to say anything as were some of the other girls, "how is that even allowed?"  Luna thought.
    As the video was nearing it's end there were some additional rules and info being showed so no cheating would happen. Also according to the info sheet on screen the drugs makes your bladder fill in overdrive, so you have to pee a lot but the need for the big toilet will be seriously reduced. So they don't have to worry about that apparently.

    But one rule stood out the most to Luna:
    "Accidents are allowed anywhere and anytime"
    "I'm not sure if i should be uncomfortable right now or... excited" she pondered
    Luna noticed how Liv was bouncing her foot up and down in her seat, "Not everyone had gone to the toilet before the video had started, it's only normal they're getting desperate now as the drug was doing it's work" Luna thought.
    "HOLD ON!" 
    As Neuhauss came back on screen, "i forgot a very important detail!"
    and he continued in his usual upbeat way, borderline lunatic energy: "I forgot to say the social test doesn't start once you're on the ship, it actually starts now! Toilets on the train are closed as of right now!"
    "ehehe" *video ends*
    Chaos ensued
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    2h15 in: 

    People jumped up, running trough the aisle checking on the toilet. Which indeed seemed to have been locked remotely and there was a little green light above the door before, but Luna noticed it had turned red now.
    Liv and Selena were fumbling with their phones, not sure what they were trying to achieve.
    Chloe looked shocked and mumbled something about "Lucky that i have just gone to the toilet a few minutes ago"
    Luna overheard the guys behind her "this has to be a joke there's no way"
    "You guys can see any hidden camera's? Maybe we're getting pranked"
    "Yo, she really needs to pee this ain't funny right now" She realised there was 3 boys and 1 girl sitting behind her and apparently the girl was already pretty far into her desperation.
    As they were all from her school they were all wearing their school uniforms. Luna could hear noises coming from the connecting wagon indicating there was a similar chaos in the other wagons as well.
    "The train will still be underway for almost another 2 hours!" Chloe pointed out to Luna, "What are we supposed to do now?" Luna had no idea as she guessed that people will start having accidents in about half an hour. "I honestly don't know" she replied.
    "Mommy i really need to pee" the little girl in the front announced to her mother.
    Vicky who was sitting next to Chloe seemed to be the only one who was pretty calm somehow, for whatever reason.
    The conversation in the front seats between the 4 men went as: 
    "Are we supposed to piss on the carpet? The video said it can endure it somehow?"
    "You wanna go piss in the hallway or something?"
    "What else are we gonna do, i'm bursting"
    "You're right there's enough cover in the hallway hopefully, i ain't pissing my pants"
    Luna noticed the others in the wagon were also trying to find solutions on how to relieve themselves. Peyton said in a snappy way "I'm not gonna piss myself if that lunatic thinks that, i'll rather piss on the carpet. Even if it was regular carpet i would've done it"
    "So how are you gonna be doing that exactly? It's not like there's any cover here" Liv countered.
    Peyton pondered for a while but couldn't really think of anything it seems. "fuck"
    Just as the boy and father from the family in the front returned from relieving themselves in the hallway. The little girl with her hand jammed in her crotch stammered: "M-mommy i really n-need to pee" 
    "Oh sweety i'm so sorry, there's nothing i can do. I went to the toilet earlier and asked if you needed to go as well but you said you didn't need to" the mother confessed, while comforting her she said "Don't feel too bad sweety, if you have an accident now there's nothing you can do about it and we won't be angry" 
    "I can hold it longer still" she claimed
    Luna saw how men were starting to take turns pissing on the carpet in the hallways between wagons, there was just barily enough room in the corner behind the door for cover.
    The problem was for the women however... There wasn't enough cover anywhere on the train for them.
    Luna saw how girls were passing by in the aisle with their hands jammed in their crotch not finding any place to relieve themselves without exposing themselves completely. She saw one who had a tiny but visible wet patch on her butt as she waddled by Luna. 
    "Poor girl is about to soak her pants if you ask me" Vicky calmly said as the girl was out of hearing range.
    Luna did notice how Vicky (who was sitting across her) was slightly tapping her foot, she didn't go to the toilet earlier so she must be getting desperate... yet she seemed very calm about it. 
    Girls seemed to only have 2 ways this could end as far as Luna saw, either they piss on the floor by pulling down their pants/panties and exposing themselves for everyone to see.
    Or relieve themselves in their pants...
    "Thankfully i went to the toilet before the video" Luna thought.
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    2h30 in:
    The little girl in the front was playing on her switch while bopping her leg up and down, she was sitting uptight with her legs clenched togheter. Clearly she was uncomfortable.
    She was wearing jeans shorts (just above knee length) with a cute pink Tshirt. 
    She suddenly stopped bopping her leg and Luna who was browsing the internet on her phone noticed from the corner of her eye as her attention went to the girl now as she might have an idea what was about to happen. The girl glanced downwards as she parted her legs.
    Luna could see how a wet spot appeared on her crotch, making the denim a darker shade of blue. She gasped and shifted in her seat a little. Her brother must have noticed her leak and immediately comforted her "It's ok, you don't have to feel bad about it. It's like the weirdo in the video said, accidents are allowed right now and i'm sure you'll feel a lot better if you just let go" The girl looked up to her brother "really?" 
    "Yes, absolutely, don't worry about it, right mom?" he comforted her. as his mother added "Yes sweety it's ok, you can let go, it's no problem"
    "ok"
    The girl calmed down a bit and reclined back in her seat while she let her switch rest on her stomach.
    Luna could see how she parted her legs once more, she let out a small sigh and a second later the wet patch on her jeans shorts started to expand. A look of content came over her face as she was relieving herself in her shorts. (and clearly enjoying the feeling by the look on her face Luna thought) 
    Her brother also saw the expression on her face as he said "Haha see, feels good right?" she nodded in approval as she committed to fully pissing her shorts now.
    While Luna could see the girl relieving herself in her shorts with the wet stain slowly expanding and pee pooling on the seat at her crotch. She suddenly heared a sob from behind her and immediately after a gasp, as one of the guys raised his voice "She's peeing!"
    "Oh no the other girl lost control as well" Luna thought as she had compassion with the girl behind her, sitting between 3 other guys that had a much easier time by being able to relieve themselves in the hallway, she was sitting there wetting herself without any possible escape.
    "Don't worry about it Sheila, it's ok" 
    "Just hike up your skirt so it doesn't get wet"
    "Nothing happened ok? You really couldn't help it, accidents are only normal right now don't sweat it"
    "At least the boys were trying to comfort her to the best of her abilities" Luna thought as she heard her weeping behind her. 
    It seemed like the little girl in the front was done peeing, "I'm sorry, i really couldn't hold it anymore" she said, "You don't have to say sorry sweety, it's completely fine" her mother reassured her
    "Feel better now?" Her brother asked and the girl nodded while her face was beaming with content. " Alot better" she was blushing. She picked up her bottle of water again and downed the remaining half of it almost immediately.
    Next few events happened in rapid succession as suddenly:
    "Alright" Vicky suddenly said, she was sitting straight across Luna as she suddenly shifted in her seat and readjusted her skirt, hiking it up a bit so she wasn't sitting on it anymore and parted her legs a little bit (she was the only one that was also wearing grey leggings like Luna)
    She let out a sigh as Luna saw her shoulders drop a little. "Hold up?! Is she actually gonna..." Luna glanced towards her crotch as a wet spot appeared on her leggings that quickly started to expand, it started to run downwards and pool around her butt. She could hear the hissing sound over the noise of the train as Chloe gasped "Vicky are you deliberately pissing yourself?" 
    "I guess" she nonchalantly answered, "it's better than holding it to be honest, no shot i was gonna hold it for the entire train ride anyway and it was starting to get really uncomfortable." "Ok... but wtf?" Chloe added
    ....
    "She's out of line but she's right" Selena chimed in slightly chuckling while Luna suddenly had a feeling of respect for Vicky. She wished she was as bold as her, since her adventure while building a snowman she hadn't dared to wet her pants ever since.
    Vicky was still emptying her bladder meanwhile the hissing sound could still be heard.
    "Dammit Vicky, the sound of you pissing yourself makes me want to pee even more, i can't hold it anymore!" Liv almost yelled 
    "Ok that's it, i'm about to piss myself" Peyton said, she slid of her seat and dropped down to the ground as she yanked her panties to the side and immediately unleashed a torrent of piss shooting out of her pussy giving a magnificent show to the 4 men on the front seats. While also spraying Liv's shoes with piss.
    "BITCH YOU'RE PISSING ON MY SHOES!!!" As Liv jumped up her seat splattering drips around coming from her shoes, she was now sitting with her knees up on her seat as Peyton continued to empty her bladder, her pee splattering loudly on the carpet as she was quickly making a puddle.
    Apparantely this was too much for Liv as she completely lost control and started wetting her own white panties, giving her own show to the other side with the boys and 1 girl from their school. Luna could see a wet patch forming and quickly expanding and going down to her butt with drips going on her seat. 
    Drips quickly turning into a stream as she was fully pissing herself uncontrollably with her whole crotch and bottom being visible for anyone having a line of sight, to make matters worse the white panties became semi translucent. Luna noticed as she was starting to blush with all of this happening around her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing as chaos was all around her.
    Peyton was finally done and yanked her panties back in place ending the peek show for the men in front "shit my panties got a bit wet still, sorry about your shoes Liv i just couldn't hold back" she said in a sorry tone. Liv lowered herself down in her seat, making sure to not sit on her skirt as to not make it more wet (the back got slightly wet from her own accident), dropping her feet of the seat on the carpet landing in Peyton's puddle with an audible splash. "This sucks" Liv replied trembling, visibly shook with tears in her eyes.

    A girl came walking trough the aisle with visibly pissed pants, as Luna felt compassion she also started to get worried.
    She had kept sipping from her water as she always kept getting thirsty but during that time she had felt her bladder start to fill up rapidly with each minute...
    She wasn't sure how much longer she would last as she started to bounce her leg... 

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    Axis got a reaction from H0rnyboy in Peeing into a pillow   
    I'm sitting here laughing imagining you getting a knock at the door just as you finish soaking them. 'Hey do you still have those pillows? Turns out I need 'em back'
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    Axis got a reaction from Cristiano97 in Peeing into a pillow   
    I'm sitting here laughing imagining you getting a knock at the door just as you finish soaking them. 'Hey do you still have those pillows? Turns out I need 'em back'
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    Axis got a reaction from John_John in Peeing into a pillow   
    I'm sitting here laughing imagining you getting a knock at the door just as you finish soaking them. 'Hey do you still have those pillows? Turns out I need 'em back'
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    Axis got a reaction from Finn is Sleepy in Peeing into a pillow   
    I'm sitting here laughing imagining you getting a knock at the door just as you finish soaking them. 'Hey do you still have those pillows? Turns out I need 'em back'
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    Axis got a reaction from Shaved Monkey in Peeing into a pillow   
    I'm sitting here laughing imagining you getting a knock at the door just as you finish soaking them. 'Hey do you still have those pillows? Turns out I need 'em back'
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    Axis reacted to glitterpeach in Drunk and bursting, so I peed in my friend's driveway   
    (I gotta pee and I'm gonna hold it while I'm writing, so here we go 😘)
    When I was 21 I went to a party with a friend. It was a typical college party at some different friends' house, in the middle of winter. They had plenty of beer and people were doing shots, so by the end of the night I was pretty drunk. Things were settling down and the friend I came with was about to drive me home. She was still finishing saying goodbye to everyone, so I went outside first to wait by her car.
    The sudden cold made me shiver as I walked down the stairs and into the snowy driveway. I realized pretty quickly that I had to pee, and that it had been a while since I last used the bathroom. The desperation hit fast. Being drunk makes it really hard for me to hold it once I notice I need to go. Soon I was bursting, and the waistband of my jeans pressing against my full bladder wasn't helping.
    I stood in the snow next to my friend's car, bouncing a little and trying to figure out what to do. Going back inside visibly desperate in front of everyone was way too embarrassing, they'd all look up and I'd have to explain I came back to pee. No way. On the other hand, it was still maybe a 20 minute drive back home, and the thought of waiting that long was unbearable. Not to mention the risk of wetting myself in the car. I squeezed my thighs together, knowing I didn't have long to decide.
    There was only one other option. Since this house was kind of a party house, people were often drunk and needing to pee. There were only two bathrooms, so it was normal to just pee off the back porch or out in the yard. I'd once had a guy friend who lived there get desperate in the car with me, and the second we pulled into the driveway he got out and started peeing in the snow right there, so they didn't care much about people peeing outside. I decided that was probably my best choice at this point.
    Glancing around, I didn't see anybody. It was a quiet street, but very open, without much cover. Even though it was dark there was a streetlight nearby, so I still felt pretty exposed. My friends' house also had a big window looking out on where I stood. The curtains were partly drawn and nobody was near it, but it felt risky to pee in plain view like that. I couldn't wait any longer though. I had to go so bad, it was about to come out, and I was dancing in place just trying to hang on.
    Taking one last look at the street and the window, I hastily unbuttoned my jeans. I tugged them partway down my thighs, taking my panties with them, and crouched next to the car. Pee instantly hissed from my exposed pussy. It shot out in a strong jet, steaming against the snow as I tried not to moan from relief. It felt so good, and I couldn't deny I was getting turned on, from both the desperation and the risk of being seen. I watched the door to the house as I finished peeing, hoping my friend wouldn't show up yet. When I was empty I quickly stood back up and pulled my pants on.
    There was a big puddle stretching out in front of me, still steaming in the cold air. I knew it would be noticeable on the snow in the daylight, but it was on the passenger side of the car, so at least my friend wouldn't see when she came out. I glanced around again, but didn't spot any people outside or faces in windows. As far as I know I wasn't watched. My friend showed up about 30 seconds later (a close call!), and we drove away. Between the alcohol, near-wetting, and public peeing, I was super turned on, and spent the whole ride home subtly rocking my pussy against the seat 😛
    (Okay I need to go really really bad now, I'm grabbing myself and squirming so I'm gonna post this & then go pee right away 😳)
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    Axis got a reaction from nappypants in SNL omorashi/toilet-themed sketches   
    I'm not finding them online but there were two I can recall that featured Jason Sudeikis, both medications.

    One was called UriGro and made your stream way stronger.

    The other (much cuter imo) was called Bladivan (Bladdivan?). It was sold as a remedy for bladder shyness but literally just makes you incontinent.
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    Axis reacted to bswanson in Have you ever been permitted to wet yourself?   
    yes many times. one time it was rush hour and my mom and i were stuck in traffic. we both had to pee pretty bad cause we just had just stooped for lunch. my mom is like we aren't going anyway anytime soon, I just don't feel like holding it, Im going it will feel much better, and she did, she told me just to go there is no sense in holding it anyway.. i did it did feel good. 
    another time we had gotten back from a vacation a Disney to the airport but the airport we use is 2 hour drive from home, however when we landed there was a big snowstorm happening, we got on the road and they were all snow covered and slippery and it was coming down a lot, mom was already driving slow. she told me there was no way we are stopping for anything, she admitted she had to go since we left the airport and i told her me to, she its to dangerous to stop so just go in your pants i already am i look over to see her pants and the seat getting soaked, i did the same. it usually only takes 2 hours but with the storm and driving slow it took longer almost 4 hours, we both peed a 2nd time 
     
    another time more recent  was when we went on a weekend road trip there is a store we like to go in where you can buy sell used dvds, they have a single toilet public restroom for customers but it was covid and when we got there we saw it was closed. trouble is we both  had to go pee from traveling and next to the store was a office building and there was a fast food place but again drive thru only so there was no place to go, we would have had to drive down a bit. even though we had to go chose to still look around a bit thinking we would be fine, well we were looking in different sections as i was looking the urge had gotten worse and i actually leaked a bit, then i saw my mom come over and say we need to get going, i don't think i can hold it much longer, i said yeah and admitted to letting some go she said you aren't the only one. we checked out and just made it to the car when my mom said there is no way im going to make and as she was say to the gas station she started losing it fully peeing her pants in the car. she just said i might as well let it go to, no sense in stopping now and i did we both soaked our pants.
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    Axis reacted to DonnyWotty in Thoughts on Moms   
    So this is going to be a bit of a broad topic, to the point where I can't come up with a proper set of tags, but I was curious to hear OmoOrg's thoughts on this particular subgenre of desperation/wetting.

    Recently I've gotten into the idea of mom-desperation. It's something I don't see nearly enough in art or stories, but when I think of something that pushes all my omorashi buttons, my favored fantasy involves something along the lines of a wife, several or more kids deep, probably having filled out and put on more than a few pounds since becoming a mother. On top of that, more than likely her bladder has gotten a bit more temperamental into motherhood, possibly prone to leaking when sneezing or laughing, plus an overactive bladder that always seems to catch her short at inopportune times.

    Whether it's wetting her pants in her minivan when caught in a traffic jam, having to have an emergency squat behind some bushes in the park, or desperately asking an employee at a shopping mall where the ladies room is while slow-spurting in her yoga pants, this has become my favorite form of omorashi.

    How does everyone else feel about it? Anyone even hope to one day have a wet-prone wife? Any moms out there fit the mold and wish to share their story?
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    Axis reacted to DesperateJill in Childhood Misconceptions   
    @WetDave
    "It seems you’re not the only one - I was reminded of this hilarious item in the news a couple of years ago about a Chinese couple who were struggling to conceive - turns out they were doing it wrong."
    I actually read that story years ago and wrote a humorous fictional story based on it so I guess it must be a common misconception.

    One thing I always used to fear when I first started learning about actual reproduction was I felt that you could maybe get pregnant if guys ejaculated on a toilet seat and you sat on it, which made me paranoid about the idea of becoming pregnant for a long time, and even now I still have a long-standing fear of the idea of pregnancy, but I realize that you're not going to get pregnant from sitting on a toilet seat that a guy has peed on.

    Again I never had penis envy or anything like that but I always did think it was kind of weird when I was younger the guys had this easy implement that made peeing so easy and girls didn't, like why did we not get this convenient little apparatus that makes peeing so much easier? Even at a young age it just seemed like that little bit of extra tubing made life so much easier for guys when it came to relieving themselves and that was something I always was trying to fixated on and felt was baffling.

    Maybe that is why when I was younger I sort of half believed that guy who said that women had to pee sitting down as sort of like a punishment for the garden of Eden. Of course now I'm militantly anti-religious so I have changed a lot, but perhaps stuff like that is one of the major reasons why LOL.
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    Axis reacted to Cupcakes85 in System Override   
    Some of you who have been on the site for a while may remember this, but it's a fic I posted a few years ago and deleted, but have fixed up for my return! I was spiritsl then, and I just wanted a new name that sounded better to start posting stuff. Pretty much everything I write for fun, as opposed to what I've written for sale, is about robots! If that's not your cup of tea it's entirely understandable!
    I'll be posting some art for this story soon, but if my character descriptions are at all lacking just think of these bots resembling Transformers more than humans. That being said, I've admittedly dabbled in pee stuff for the aforementioned series but am not NEARLY brave enough to post it here. y
    There's some dub con in the story below and some mild bondage, but otherwise nothing that should be more alarming than peeing robots. If you've read this far; enjoy!
     
    Stepping into the elevator with just the slightest bit of a hurry, Flare turned just in time to see Tulip hobble in behind her as the door swished shut. Stooped over, the younger femme immediately leaned back against the wall, her hands firmly tucked between her legs. She'd had to pee for the past half hour now, and Flare had watched her go through all the stages of desperation, all the way from subtle squirming to shameless crotch holding.
    "Only a little longer, you'll be fine." she encouraged, impressed by her own ability to keep a straight face. Though she was playing the part of the concerned but slightly amused friend, the older femme was enjoying the show in a far more intimate way. It was she who had slipped Tulip the substance causing her desperation, after all, and she intended to savor the fruits of her efforts. At that moment, with the object of her affection nearing the breaking point, it was certainly proving to be worth the work.
    The same femme who was typically too shy to draw any kind of attention to herself was now squirming and whining in her spot, her pink cheeks flushed a more saturated hue from a mix of effort and embarrassment. Her exceptionally curvy figure was accentuating every tilt of her plentiful hips, and her delicate hands had almost dissapeared betwixt her thick thighs in order to successfully clamp over her crotch. Hitting the button for the fortieth floor, Flare forced herself to keep her expression neutral and her fingers from trembling, as hard as that may have been. She'd adored this tinier femme from afar for so long, keeping her lust hidden in this moment would prove to be the final leg of the challenge.
    "Just relax." she encouraged the bouncing femme, praying her own pale face wasn't showing any color. Blushing in the hue of her fiery accents, the same that gave rise to her name, made moments such as this a real challenge. She could feel the heat increasing over every inch of her polished metal exterior. "My apartment's right by the exit on my floor. You just need to hold on a little longer."
    "Easy for you to say... Ooh!" Tulip keened, her entire body folding downwards to fight an especially bad spasm. The pressure was so immense beneath her pelvic plating it actually hurt, with the epicenter between her covered lips throbbing at every rapid pump beat. It didn't help that she'd begun to sweat from the exertion, building up beads of clear coolant on her pretty pink exterior.
    Oh, but her cute little sounds... The older femme was growing impatient herself, but for an entirely different relief. She'd been wanting this for so long, and had only recently found the opportunity to make a move, her anticipation between her own legs was killing her. Tulip claimed to be only "artistically" interested in other femmes, brushing off her longing glances at especially attractive individuals in public as "appreciation for their build", but Flare had been around long enough to know better. Not to mention how her optics lit up whenever someone she was so obviously attracted to mentioned needing to pee. It'd be hard to find anyone more obviously repressed.
    "Ngh... I've never had to go this bad..." Tulip whined, leaning against the wall to have some physical support. Everything beneath her retractable plating felt hot and wet, to the point she wasn't even certain if some had leaked out. The last thing she wanted was to embarrass herself in front of Flare, her best friend and someone she found... quite invigorating. Even the laid back bot would certainly be horrified if she had an accident! "I don't even remember drinking that much..."
    "Really? You downed quite a few. They must have just gotten away from you." Flare replied, having expected such a remark given how the quantity of liquid she consumed didn't match what had been produced. "Regardless, we're almost there." The blinking numbers signaled only twelve more floors to go, assuming no one else needed the elevator, God forbid.
    "If I can last that long..." she whined, sinking down against the wall with a keen of renewed pain. Another spasm hit the soft bladder that was distending her flexible stomach plates, creating a visible swell in testament to her dedication. As determined as she was, the obstacle did seem insurmountable. It felt like everything could pour out at any given moment...
    "You've held it for this long, you're not having an accident here." Flare insisted, realizing a moment too late that her emphasis on the last word sounded more than a little odd. Fortunately enough for her, Tulip was too preoccupied holding back a flood to notice any unusual pronunciation. In fact, upon inspection, she appeared too focused to notice anything beyond her painful need to pee. As much as she hated to admit it, that was proving very beneficial to the older femme. In the cramped but well lit elevator, she had a perfect and up close show all to herself, and it was growing impossible not to stare. She found her optics wandering and her mouth watering the final few moments of their ascent.
    To her, Tulip was delectable; short and sweet with a precious pink coloration to match, and a body that did nothing but complete the package. A whole head shorter than Flare, the lightly built femme had the biggest and bluest optics on her friendly face, and often unintentionally stunned the older femme just by looking up with those big blue orbs. But her rare pink colored metal and unique proportions, namely her small shoulders and bust accented by broad hips for a more curvy figure, really did Flare in. The heel accents she wore for a bit of additional height were like the icing on an already delicious cake.
    In contrast, Flare noted as the finale inched closer, she was quite the opposite. Tall and thickly built with a far more "robust" appearance, the orange accented white femme couldn't help but wonder what fun their physical differences would offer. Her strong arms could easily heft the smaller femme like a doll. The very idea only increased her excitement, and for an instant she wondered what that would be like in the current situation. Could she hold her aloft and spread her legs-
    Ping
    The door opened wide as they reached the appropriate floor, revealing a thankfully empty hallway. Leading the way, Flare hurried over to the first door on the right, silently putting her plan into its final motion. Pulling her card from her pack, she went to slide it in the monitor beside the door right when Tulip came up beside her, barely able to walk due to her thighs being so tightly squished together.
    "Hurry..." the younger femme whimpered, bouncing on the spot and doing an adorable little dance. Her tiny heels tapped out a rapid rhythm as she hopped from foot to foot. "Please hurry..."
    You're not helping me focus, Hun... the older femme mused to herself, swiping her identification card with fumbling fingers as she bit her lip. The sounds of desperation from the femme were now closer to her audio receptor than ever, and the hard panting broken only by gasps and keens of near defeat made focusing on anything else close to impossible. Biting her lip, Flare fought against the aroused haze settling over her consciousness, typing in her combination and preparing to act fast. Tulip was stooped over now, her knees bent and her hands squeezing the fork of her legs for dear life. Both femmes felt immediate relief when the door whooshed open, but for far different reasons. Keeping her thighs together, Tulip hurried inside, grateful just to be close to the end of what had nearly been a disaster. Though she hobbled with every tiny step, her expression was still one of triumph.
    Staying just behind, Flare slipped a quick hand over her countertop, subtly grabbing a small metallic bracelet in a single motion. Keeping it behind her, she made sure to have it just out of sight but ready to go. Tulip had just crossed a few mere feet when Flare took over, putting an arm around the femme in a gesture of support.
    "Here, to the left and down this hall." she instructed, keeping a quick pace for the sake of her friend. Wealthy and tasteful, Flare had a none too small but thankfully streamlined apartment, so they made quick progress. Yet to both it took forever to get past the living room and down said hallway, the distance seeming to stretch in their mutual desperation. Tulip was near to shedding tears upon reaching the bedroom and, at last, the glorious bathroom. She could have wept for real when she finally stumbled in on her friends arm and saw the toilet, its highly polished white porcelain almost glittering in welcome as the lights were turned on. She'd made it...
    The sigh of dramatic relief from the young femme told Flare that now was the time to act, and before Tulip could take another step the bracelet was snapped onto her upper arm. In the blink of an optic, the pink femme froze, becoming a living statue just feet from her promised relief.
    "F-Flare?" she stuttered, still capable of speech and having felt the touch on her arm, but having no clue what was going on. Commands to move her feet did nothing. A glance of her mobile optics revealed a silver bracelet shining with tiny lights and humming with a strange force. "What did you-"
    "It's a system override ring." the older femme explained proudly, circling the frozen younger and standing tall at her front. Misstep and stooped to aid with holding her pee, the younger femme looked even smaller than ever before her towering friend. From her side, she pulled forth a second item, a tiny remote that was just one touchscreen. "And I have the control."
    "I... I don't..."
    "You've seriously never heard of these?" she replied with somewhat genuine but mostly theatrical surprise. It followed that a bot who was unironically as naive as they came didn't understand BDSM equipment. "They were used just to control convicts once upon a time, until a rather brilliant marketer found they had fantastic potential for... other uses." Going around to Tulip's left, she admired the simple metal band clamped to the upper arm and its pulsing lights. "With this, I have full control over your systems; though there are limits of course. I obviously can't take away your ability to speak or control your essential systems, and all your vitals are kept within a safety zone, but..." She came around to face the femme at her mercy, leaning down and locking their optics with a smirk. "I'm in charge of everything else. Your base temperature, your movements, your waste systems..."
    "Okay, I get it, you could make me pee myself if you wanted to. Very funny." Tulip strained in a rush, whining in pain as her desperation loomed without any way to move and alleviate the discomfort. Being in a bathroom made her entire situation so much more agonizing. The toilet was agonizingly close, so much so that she'd only need to take a few tiny steps and turn around.... A high keen forced itself past her lips as the coolant dripped down her forehelm. "Now please, please let me go! It's so much, but I'm gonna lose it soon!"
    "Not until you hit your physical limit or I hit this button." Flare countered, pointing to the little control keys on the screen. Tulip watched the older femme hover a digit over a glowing icon shaped like a droplet, her optics wide with awe and a bit of fear. That one single dot was all that stood between her and an accident, and knowing that shouldn't have made her throb down low the way it did.
    "Why are you even doing this?" Tulip questioned, sounding far more confused than hurt. Flare was incredibly flirty with everyone, and had hinted quite shamelessly at a wide array of kinks, but she'd never done anything like this. Not to mention the timing! "Is this payback for that old lady joke? I told you, I wasn't-"
    "Payback?" Flare laughed, unable to help herself. What she had planned was so incredibly far from unpleasant. "Hun, you asked me for this." she said, returning to circling the femme. "Remember our girls night last month? After a few drinks, you told me... well, a lot of things. One was that you'd always wanted to try another femme-"
    "Out of curiosity, nothing else!" Tulip blurted out in her defense, blushing far harder as the memory came back to her in full force. Flare only smirked and kept right on talking. "You also mentioned how desperation was a huge turn on that you wished someone else would someday try with you. I told you that I could help, and you said that you'd like it."
    "I-I was drunk!" Tulip countered, wincing at the thought of all those delicious drinks in the face of her bloated bladder. The memory was fuzzy, but not at all incomplete, and she recalled the conversation with a blush of intense pink on her much less saturated face. She could clearly remember how handsy she'd wanted to get too, and had to stumble through an explanation to salvage her crumbling worldview. Not that there was anything wrong with femmes who liked other femmes, but she'd certainly know by now if she was one of them, and she certainly wasn't partial to change. "I didn't mean-"
    "Oh, but you did. You weren't wasted, you were loose. Loose enough to be honest." Flare purred, leaving the femme with that thought to go over to the nearby sink. From the bottom drawer beneath it, she took out a small, unassuming box, opening it to reveal two unlinked wrist bands. They resembled her current immobilization device enough for the still desperate femme to worry what could possibly happen next. Flare held one in each palm as she grinned devilishly, letting Tulip ponder her intent before leaving her field of view to act.
    "And now I'm going to fulfill my promise." came the tease from behind her. Unable to see what the older femme was doing from her current position, Tulip let out a sound of pained frustration, wanting so badly to move her legs and bounce for just a little bit of relief. Had she known she was being surveyed like a delicious meal, her tune might have changed.
    "What does any of that have to do with this?!" she said, unable to even squirm and alleviate some of her pain and growing impossibly impatient to pee. "How am I supposed to enjoy this?!"
    "Hun, this is how I'm going to get off."
    Tulip felt her jaw drop without her control.
    "...What?"
    "I'm going to need an orgasm too, fair's fair and all, and watching you have an accident is how I'm going to get it. Not that you won't enjoy it too..." Flare elaborated, smiling at the absolutely floored expression the comment received. Or more importantly, the floored but not at all displeased look her words elicited. She could see the little twinkle in the other's optics; she wanted this on a deep, primal level. Getting that want to the surface was going to be her greatest achievement.
    "You're... You're going to make me pee myself? Right here?" Tulip squeaked, watching the older femme step in front of her like some kind of manipulative goddess holding her fate in her palms. Never before had she felt so tiny or so hot, but she attributed that to her body's exertion over any kind of desire on her part.
    "Well... not right there, no." Flare replied, lifting the cuffs back up for Tulip to see and dangling them from her fingertips. "I'm going to move you first." The younger femme only gulped, completely at the mercy of her friend and losing her ability to think coherently. Taking Tulip's wrists, Flare pulled them from between the other's legs without resistance, free to move her captive into any position she desired. Tulip let out a moan at the loss of much needed pressure on her crotch; even if she couldn't pee herself at the moment, it sure felt like she could. Yet something about the way the stronger femme took control was so... fascinating.
    Snapping a cuff onto each wrist, Flare took the femme by the shoulders, looking her in the optics with a grin as she lifted her so she would stand straight. Such sudden movement drew out a moan at the increased pressure it created down low. Tulip could feel the full swell of her bladder now, the distended bulge making itself known on her usually flat tummy and pressing down like a solid force on the exit. Carefully hefting the immobile femme up by her underarms, Flare moved her to the wall just across from the toilet and to the left of the shower, smirking all the while at her silently shocked friend.
    Upon arrival though, Flare suddenly found herself having to make a choice. The cuffs would attach to the wall and restrain Tulip, but she needed to decide if the femme would be facing her or not, and at the moment that choice was a heavy one. Both ways definitely had advantages, but which sounded more appealing once the plating covering the good bits was out of the way? If she had her back to the wall, Tulip would give an excellent show with facial expressions alone, not to mention her small but perky bust bouncing while she struggled to hold... But, turn the femme around, and she'd get a perfect view of a fat ass jiggling away and a better vantage point to watch the flow when it happened... But of course, given that the greatest draw for her was how the young femme reacted to these situations, it seemed more fitting to focus on her face. Making up her mind, she turned Tulip so she faced away from the wall, lifting up her arms to restrain her. There was a far from unpleasant gasp at the action.
    "Do-do I really have to do this?" Tulip asked in a breathless whisper as Flare pushed her wrists against the wall above her head. The heat and fog of before were nothing compared to what she felt as the cuffs were shut. Submission on this level was making her body tremble with feelings she'd never experienced, and somehow her desperation was blending with those emotions for a cocktail that was irresponsible. Need for a whole other kind of release began building in her already busy lower body, making her pant hard to catch her breath. The cuffs latched on to the wall with a magnetic grip, leaving her elbows just a little slack. The older femme didn't immediately answer her, and instead took her by the chin, making some delicious and electric burst travel up her body. Quite unexpectedly but not undesirably Flare pulled her in for a kiss. Going wide opticed initially at the act of kissing a friend, Tulip relaxed after a few moments of the sensuous touch, closing her optics just as Flare pulled back. It was far beyond her to deny her feelings for the other were just platonic after that...
    "Tulip, I'm going to make you feel good in ways you didn't think were possible..." she purred, looking at the femme with a hunger evident in her quick lick of her lips. Giving a quick peck on the submissives cheek, the older femme trailed her lips back to Tulip's audio receptor, whispering to send shivers down the young femmes spinal strut.  "And all you've got to do... is have this little accident for me. That's all. And it'll be a great way to try out wetting firsthand, right?"
    "But I... I can't..." Tulip whimpered, trying to shake her head on instinct. Now it wasn't because she didn't want to, but... "I can't go with you watching..."
    "Pretty soon, you won't have a choice." Flare reasoned, stepping back to give the other some space. It occurred to the bound bot she was being given a real choice. If she really wanted, she could ask insistently to be let go and would probably get what she wished... Yet, why did that idea disappoint her? Why did some little but incredibly powerful part of her want to play along? Perhaps she could... just do that, yes. Play along for as long as she felt like it. The internal decision seemed to register on her features, as evidenced by how Flare lit up, yellow optics gleaming as she picked up the remote to flip through its settings. "I'll leave the timing of things up to you. But for now, let's see... I'll dial up your sensor sensitivity, keep your temperature hovering around cozy... and just for fun, I'll make sure you can't put your thighs together."
    More than a little wary of the powerful device, Tulip watched the older femme enter the instructions, quite aware that she could make her lose all control with the touch of a button. That thought reminded her of what she was going to be doing very soon, impossible as it was to believe she could actually pee herself. Blushing, she tried to take her focus away from the soon to be flood from her tank, but to no avail. In her entire adult life, she'd never once come close to having an accident, and had certainly never been this desperate. But now... how much longer could she possibly last? The thought made her still covered privates tingle in nervous anticipation.
    "Now be ready hun, once I hit this button, it's up to you to hold it in." Flare said, making the femme tense every synthetic muscle she had even if she couldn't move. Squeezing the area between her legs, she focused all of her willpower on keeping her exit sealed, determined to fight for as long as she could. After all, if she held out long enough, Flare might concede and... why was she thinking like this? Why did she want and not want this at the same time? Perhaps the war between her dignity and desire was what gave the latter so much strength, because she decided to just let each emotion do what it wanted. Right now the present was the only thing that mattered.
    Hitting the key, Flare released her from the paralyzation, and Tulip immediately bent down to try and hold it all in. To her great surprise and horror, the urge to pee suddenly grew to be almost unbearable, and she had to squeeze with all of her might to hold it back. What's more, like Flare had said, she had no ability to bring her thighs together, as the programing made pushing them closed as impossible as bringing two similarly charged magnets together. With her hands similiarly restrained, it was all a matter of willpower and clenching her lower body. With clenched dentals, the femme persevered, holding back her pee and not letting even a drop escape by the time the initial rush had passed.
    "Impressive." Flare praised, setting the control back down on the sink. Approaching the femme again, she slipped two digits beneath her chin to raise her helm and look at her. "But when you do finally give, we don't want you to make a mess, do we?"
    Tulip didn't have an answer, and was far too preoccupied with her problem to think over the meaning. Flare only smirked and released her chin, sinking to her knees so that she was eye level with the femme's squirming hips. Struggling though she was, Tulip still felt a rush of arousal at the closeness, quite aware of the intensity of the other's gaze. It was as if her plating was suddenly see through.
    "Keep your hips steady." Flare ordered, sliding a finger beneath either side of the pink codpiece. Just shy of touching the sensitive metal radiating so much heat, the older femme had to resist licking her lips at the scent she caught on her olfactory receptors. It was rich and sweet and made her want so desperately to dive in... Quivering but remaining otherwise still, Tulip let her do as she wished, biting her lip and blushing hot. With a skillful and synchronized flip of her wrists, Flare touched the necessary spots using just enough pressure to trigger a reflex in her submissive, making the entirety of her lower covering retract. Pale pink lips were exposed to the hungry optics before them as a thick behind jiggled freely out of view.
    Gasping at her exposure, Tulip couldn't avert her gaze even as the femme leaned in to admire her, no matter how much she should have been trying to focus instead on holding it. A second gasp escaped her when two exploring hands looped around to took a firm hold of her weighty cheeks, squeezing eagerly before sliding forward to massage her thighs. Emitting a shaking sigh, she struggled to focus on holding her pee while dealing with the heavenly burst of delight down low. Even her lust couldn't explain the raw physical pleasure the touch gave her.
    "Oh... Why does... why does that feel so good?" she asked in a rush as careful hands stroked up and down her thighs. Relishing in the trails of pleasure Flare's fingers left behind, she arched into the touch, growing increasingly aware but less concerned about her exposure as she became wet with want.
    "I tuned up your sensory nodes, remember?" Flare teased, barely keeping her voice straight. Loving the expressions she was earning for such little effort on her part, she couldn't help thinking over how long she'd wanted to do this. Now it was happening and so much better than she'd ever anticipated. "Everything you feel is amplified. Pleasure... pressure."
    To demonstrate, she pressed a single finger down on the femmes extended stomach, drawing out a loud keen of surprise from Tulip.
    "Okay, okay, I get it!" she gasped, shocked into a state of awareness by how close she'd come to losing it. Something hot may or may not have beaded between her already wet lips, and in the absence of an ability to check on it she whimpered for mercy. "Please don't do that again!"
    "Wouldn't dream of it." Flare assured, standing up to look down at her again. Tulip was still sweating, and the coolant on her chest reminded her there was another phase to her plans. "But now that you're bare down there..." She scanned her optics more thoroughly over the pink femmes chest covering, where two rounded plates kept her small breasts protected and supported. As desperate as she was, Tulip immediately saw her intentions. Gulping, she felt her blush intensify and her arousal fog her brain further, to the point she wasn't sure how she was holding it while so preoccupied. Flare had actually seen her bare chested before, but it had never been in a situation like this. Taking her into her arms, Flare reached around to the femmes sides, trying not to tickle so that she could avoid making her pee too soon. When she found what she was looking for, Flare wasted no time flicking two other pressure pounts, but took her sweet time pulling back once her prize was exposed. Relishing in the steady reveal of the femmes bust, she reveled in the appearance of the soft mesh breasts to the open air, their nozzles stiff at attention. Even the soft and smooth material was flushed hot pink at the exposure. Smirking, she dropped her face and kissed the tip of the left, swirling her tongue around it and sucking gently.
    "Ohhh..." Tulip moaned in absolute ecstasy, relishing at being touched in ways she'd only imagined before no matter how unexpected it was. Her overpowered nodes magnified the pleasure created by the skillful femme's tongue tenfold, almost allowing her to entirely forget her pressing needs down low. A sound of loss escaped her when the attention stopped, but it was quickly replaced by whines of pain when she came back down to earth and remembered her current predicament. Stepping back, Flare stopped to just stand and admire the naked and desperate beauty before her, trailing her optics over the femmes curves and gazing at her exposed privates with impossible want.
    "Well, while we're waiting..." Flare announced after she'd finished soaking in the sights, nearly breathless and flushed a bright orange from it all. Recalling her next phase of action, she felt a surge of electric pleasure and excitement travel up and down her body, to the point she nearly stumbled over her words as well as her feet.
    "I think I'll get some relief of my own." she said at last, backing up to the toilet and taking slow, deliberate steps to tease the desperate femme. Realizing what she was doing just as Flare prepared to sit down, Tulip let out a whine and desperately tried to squeeze her thighs together once more, tormented by what she couldn't have but also overwhelmed by what she was about to see.
    "Flare! That's just mean!"
    "I don't see why." Flare replied with a laugh. Consciously retracting her pelvic covering, she bared her plump white lips with pride. The way her audience widened her optics to such an impossible degree at the sight was more than a little flattering. Spreading her long legs, she sat down slowly, feeling a tingle in her urethra as her own modest hold sensed release. Keeping her legs parted wide to give the other femme an unobstructed view between her powerful thighs, watching her reactions all the while, Flare felt almost giddy as she watched the reactions to her show. Her poor captive was almost going from pink to green with envy.
    "You can let go any time you want. All you've got to do is relax, and..." Closing her optics, Flare let out a sigh as she let go of all the drinks she'd had at their meal, taking a moment to get a flow going with her arousal. Clenching down just a tad, she was rewarded with a steady but leisurely flow in seconds, one that arced sluggishly from her pussy. The unmuffled pattering of urine hitting porcelain rang out loud and clear in the bathroom, followed by the trickling as it splashed and flowed downwards into the waiting water. Another long and overdramatic sigh accompanied the release.
    "Flare, come on!" Tulip pleaded the instant she got her voice back, which happened to come from an envious spasm rocking her bladder. The bulging storage space wasn't at all happy to see what it couldn't have, and to keep it from emptying she resorted to what little was at her disposal, bouncing and pulling on her restraints. She doubted anyone would have been able to take the sound and sight of sweet relief so tantalizingly close in her current state. Flare ignored her and spread her legs wider while leaning back, giving her a perfect show of the steady flow from her lips. Tulip, normally too bashful to watch such a private act, couldn't force her optics away. The loud hiss accompanying the visible stream seemed to taunt her, tempting her with the unimaginable relief that was all too easy to achieve. Sweat began beading all along her body once more, collecting quickly in response to her exertion and high temperature. In a cruel twist, some began tickling her heightened nodes as it dribbled down her inner thighs, reminding her far too much of another bodily fluid. Breathing hard and fast, she squeezed down low with renewed vigor,  but it was too much and for an instant she went beyond a breaking point  "I'm... I-I can't... Ah... Ah!"
    A single spurt squeezed past her lips, spraying from the intense pressure so that only a few drops made it directly to the ground. The rest splashed onto the inside of the femmes thighs, making her optics go wide as she felt the hot liquid fill the crevices of her lips and run in heated pathways down to her ankles. A shock of stimulants filled her veins as the pee chilled, her overpowered sensory nodes allowing her to feel the damp trails every individual drop had left down her legs. A deep sense of shame and shock settled over her at the realization of what she'd just done. For the first time in her adult life, her body had relieved itself against her will. Even if it was only a few drops, the rush was dizzying, and another kind of wetness renewed its presence between her legs.
    "And so it begins." Flare announced, finishing up her modest stream with a final spurt. Not bothering to wipe and picking up an unremarkable box from the sink beside her, she let Tulip watch in renewed fascination. A pretty little vibrator fell into her palm, and was so obviously built for its intended purpose even the naive femme knew straight away what she was looking at. Widening her entrance with one hand, Flare turned the device on with a click of her thumb, making it hum almost eagerly in her palm. Keeping herself open with two fingers, she inserted the curved length to the base, holding the entire thing in place with one hand so that its extending "bunny ears" firmly hugged her clit. A small moan escaped her at the delightful sensations, and she settled comfortably on the seat to enjoy the lovely sight before her.
    Putting her head down at the overwhelmingly hot image, Tulip returned all of her attention to not losing control again, knowing she would if she watched the other pleasing herself so erotically. Wishing she could squeeze her thighs together to aid herself, she tried to ignore the humming so apparent in the air. Whatever the override device was doing to her, it really made it nearly impossible to have her thighs any less than two inches from each other, which was only making things even more difficult. Regardless, she had to work with it, and she was confident in her ability to do so. Shifting her weight from side to side, she tried to focus on anything but her need to release, knowing that Flare was thoroughly enjoying watching her. But hey, if she got an orgasm before she lost control, then what need was there to torment her any longer? She'd truly be quite content knowing she brought the other to climax...
    The only sound in the room that followed for a solid minute was the gentle hum of the vibrator and the labored ventilations and grunts from the ailing femme. Sitting back and relaxing, Flare relished in the steady stimulation of her clit to go with the image before her, feeling her whole body heating up with arousal. She'd fantasized about this for quite some time, and to finally have it happen for real was beyond anything her imagination could have ever created.
    Watching the femme bounce and whimper in defiance to her body's needs, Flare couldn't resist the urge to mess with Tulip a little more, if only to make things more interesting for them both. Leaning over in her seat to the sink on her left, she turned the knob on to start a steady flow of water, watching for Tulip's reaction all the while. With surprising speed, she snapped her head up at the sight, locking her optics on the source of the noise and then moaning in near agony.
    "Flare, come on! It's bad enough... that you... peed when I can't... Oooh!" Straining from sheer effort, Tulip began ventilating hard in her struggle to maintain control, sweating harder from the toll it took on her. The pressure on her pussy had been painful before, but the teasing sound of running water made it impossible for her to blot out any of that overwhelming urgency, and instead made her all too aware of how easy it would be to relieve it. Now shameless, she began hopping from one foot to another in a degrading but somewhat effective potty dance to ease her suffering, feeling the contents of her full tank slosh around inside her. Biting her lip to restrain a moan, Flare felt her sweet spot let out a surge of pleasure at the provocative sight.
    But it wasn't enough, not yet...
    Reaching back over to the sink, Flare pulled the stopper down, letting some water pool before she slowed the flow to a thin stream. The resulting trickling sounded painfully similar to a sluggish urine stream splashing into water, and Flare could only smirk as she watched her torment take effect.
    "No no no nooo..." Tulip moaned in weak defiance, letting out a plethora of pained squeals. A keen of despair passed her lips as a familiar hot dampness appeared at the fork of her legs, and she realized she was losing once more. The thought made her tummy surge with butterflies that did nothing to help her situation beyond making it feel so impossibly good. Something raw and primal was taking over, and despite a lifetime of staying in the lines that absolutely thrilled her.
    That's it hun... That's it... Flare mused to herself, massaging the toy in circles over her sweetest spots. A generous amount of lubrication from her arousal made it much easier. Her optics were locked on the meeting point of the femmes legs, waiting for the inevitable waterfall while also enjoying her adorable pussy moving with her every step. The bouncing of her breasts added more fuel to her lecherous thoughts as she set them free. Let it flow...
    A hot squirt of pee jetted out with an accompanying hiss, splashing against the floor and creating a fist sized puddle on contact. Tulip gasped and reflexively clamped down with renewed vigor, but couldn't stop a second leak in the wake of the first. Rather than coming out in a clean spurt, this one sprayed as a result of her squirming, and her inner thighs were once again covered in a splash of urine. A loud gasp escaped her as the hot liquid rolled and dripped off her legs, making her feel damp and slick as it collected around her feet. The itchy wetness she felt was made worse as she became aware of a previously undetectable draft, and with it she felt the cold drops meander their way to the floor. Thighs quivering, she realized that the leaks hadn't even offered any relief, and she now had to go even more than before. Groaning, she bounced on the spot, trying desperately not to step in any of her own miniature puddles. God she had to pee! She didn't even know it was possible to be this desperate!
    "Flare please..." she begged, hoping to appeal to the femmes sense of mercy. A stubborn and well cultivated sense of shame refused to allow her to submit, and to placate it she pleaded for a toilet, no matter how good it felt to see Flare watch her so intently. "I have to go so bad..."
    "I know..." Flare replied, a little strained from her mounting sensations of pleasure. A delightful tingling had begun to fill her from her hips to her feet, and between such wonderful feelings and the tell tale coil she knew her body was getting quite close to its climax. "And we both know how you can fix that."
    Whimpering with pain, Tulip felt herself facing the reality of having an accident with far more weight, and could barely process it. Flare was bound to be hitting her peak soon, but could she really last that long? The device magnified all sensations, including the ones currently tormenting her from between her legs, and she doubted she could stand much more of the unnatural level of desperation. It was as if a full waterfall was sealed up inside her belly, and was ramming itself against her tiny hole until she would inevitably fail. Despite her own common sense, she looked back to the still running water of the sink, and her optics fixated on the thin trickle of clear, sparkling water flowing into the gathered pool. On a desperation induced whim, her mind conjured up the image of said stream flowing out of her, bringing with it the thought of heavenly relief from her current nightmare. God, it would be so easy too... Just a matter of spreading her thighs and letting it all go. Why was it important to hold it in anyway? It wasn't like she was in public or anything, and it would be quite easy to clean up once she was done, not to mention that Flare was waiting for it in the first place. Why torment herself any longer?
    Unable to ignore the logic of the argument and too far gone to even try and debate it, she spread her knees and closed her optics, giving in to her primal needs and relaxing everything keeping it in.
    A powerful stream started up without hesitation, arcing neatly and pattering against the tile floor to join with her previously collected puddles. A loud sigh of absolute satisfaction, so intense it bordered on a moan of ecstasy, slipped from her as her body finally got the relief it had yearned for. Even after only two seconds of peeing she felt infinitely better. She was tempted to moan again from the feeling of relief, but stopped when her own conscious thought finally broke through the haze of satisfaction.
    No no no! You're a grown femme and you're peeing yourself! Stop!
    Crying out, she tried to force her exhausted muscles to close down and stop her own self created accident, struggling immediately with her legs unable to cross and aid with the efforts. To her horror, the stream didn't just cease like the previous leaks, and the still surging torrent collided with her quaking legs to cascade down them in thick rivulets, soaking them in full. Keening in fright at the surge of uncontrollable heat, she ignored her dripping legs and focused only on stopping her accident. Managing to make the flow fluctuate, she finally stopped it entirely, but was left standing in a lopsided puddle and even more desperate for relief than ever before. Dripping from the hips down, she resorted to whatever method she could to hold in her pee, no longer in control of her vocal chords as she let out a new sound with every movement. It felt like the entire worlds water supply was weighing down on the fork of her thighs, and she couldn't even cross her legs to relieve the pressure!
    Watching the entire display through lidded optics, Flare had to bite her hand to keep back a moan, feeling her orgasm drawing near. She was holding it off for as long as possible, waiting for the desperate femme to finally give in so she could synchronize her finish with the perfect sight to go with it. Thankfully enough, she knew she didn't have to wait much longer.
    Tulip felt hot tears of agony in the corner of her optics, but she ignored them with what little willpower she had left. Flare was close, she could tell just by looking at her, and surely she only had to hold on for a few more minutes. Until then she'd stay in this confusing blend of pain and need and pleasure she couldn't hope to comprehend. Just being on display was something she had never known would be so intriguing...
    Suddenly she became aware of a new sensation spreading outward from between her legs, filling her with a warm feeling that she couldn't identify. At first, she passed it off as just being a part of her body's torment, only to then come to the rather surprising truth. Her body didn't care about her dignity or about the promise of a few minutes wait, it wanted full relief, it wanted it now, and it was going to get it whether she liked it or not. The primal need she'd felt was taking over completely. Despite her resistance, the sensation continued to spread, and all she could do was stand and let her body take over. She was helpless in the face of nature.
    Ventilating hard, Flare immediately recognized the femmes subtle but undeniable change in demeanor, and saw it as what she'd been waiting for all along. Oh hun, yes... Let it happen, I'm ready for you...
    Tulip took quick, panicky ventilations as she felt herself losing control, letting out a string of increasingly high pitched cries until she finally felt her body take over in full. In one swift movement, she spread her legs wide and swung her hips forward, letting out a keen of defeat as she lost the war with her bladder and started to pee.
    The hissing that accompanied the jet of urine was loud enough to be impressive, and the spattering as it collided with the floor was even more so. Tulip had imagined that if she ever were to have an accident, it would be met with tears and shame, not to mention a full struggle until the end. But at that moment, with the source of all her pain cascading out of her, she could only tilt her head back and moan in delight, giving in entirely to her body's need. Just as the device had magnified her pain while holding if, it magnified her relief while urinating, sending waves of nearly orgasmic pleasure throughout her entire body that sent her soaring high. The ocean she'd been holding back surged out with power genuinely impressive to behold, participants for such a tiny femme, much to the benefit of her audience.
    Watching the femme finally give in, Flare felt her own release come at last, her pussy clenching rhythmically in a fantastic orgasm that filled her entire body. Hurrying, she turned off the sink, wanting to hear nothing but the sweet sound of flowing urine. Moaning in absolute ecstasy, she traced her optics over Tulip's beautiful form, hips spasming on the toilet seat as she drank it all in. The younger femme had lolled her head against her arm, her jaw going slack and her optics closing in overwhelming pleasure as she finally settled back in an exhausted daze to enjoy her relief. Her legs weren't even supporting her weight as she kept them spread, instead she was hanging freely from her bonds. Moving her gaze downward, Flare focused on the pee still flowing freely from between Tulip's quivering and parted thighs, fixating her optics on the lovely sight and listening intently to the sweet hiss as it charged out of the femme. The sparkling yellow stream flowed cleanly from Tulip's lips to the floor, creating such a perfect sight she wished that she could stick a hand, or any part of herself, beneath it. The small puddles beneath Tulip had since been engulfed by one single miniature lake that continued to grow, encircling her feet and going beyond. A few stray rivulets slid straight down her thighs, intermingling with the sweat that had collected there and dropping down to join the puddle below.
    Coming down from the initial high of the release but still dazed from the euphoria, Tulip opened her optics and lifted her head, spiraling back down to earth with confusion as to how she could feel so good. A feeling of wonderful relief was surging from down low, and a hot wetness was cascading down her legs in thick rivulets to tickle the sensitive mesh there. With optics still lidded, she followed the source of thr loud hissing and looked down past her breasts and tummy to observe herself directly. A stream squirted away from the meeting point of her thighs and splashed into a puddle at her feet, with a few smaller trickles from the same source racing down her legs. She also felt hot spurts squirting backward between her ass cheeks, creating a strange but not at all unpleasant sensation as it dribbled down her cheeks to drip down the less affected backs of her thighs. It took her a moment to put the pieces together in her haze, but she was eventually able to recall everything, including her audience as she continued the longest pee of her life.
    Truthfully, she didn't even feel ashamed. There was no room for anything in her besides relief as her bladder continued to shrink. Hanging her head to the other side with a renewed sigh, she remained limp on her feet, relying on the support of her cuffed wrists to keep her standing. Opening her optics just a but, she looked down and watched herself pee, a bit amazed at how much she'd made. A puddle beneath her reflected so clearly that she could not only see her face, but the inside of her legs as well, letting her watch the stream pour out from between her lips. The clear yellow fluid had spread far on the white tile, and she realized then that she was standing right in the middle of a genuinely impressive lake. Casting her optics upward to Flare, she saw that the femme had since come down from her orgasm, and was now watching her limply as she enjoyed the afterglow.
    "Goodness hun, you had to pee didn't you?" she commented after the femme didn't slow down after a solid minute, her overworked bladder still pushing out its contents eagerly.
    "Mhmm..." Tulip murmured bashfully, uncertain herself of where it all could have come from. She could more or less feel the gaze on her privates, and the sensation of being watched during something so intimate admittedly heightened her sense of submission. It was as if she was peeing for the other femme, and that idea was far from unpleasant, even in her exhausted state. Leaning her head against her arm, she actually smiled dreamily as she signed once again, feeling herself drop below the halfway mark.
    At the first sound of her hissing stream fluctuating from its impressive spray, Tulip looked down once more to check her progress. Her own puddle was still growing, but her stream had finally begun to ebb, and true relief started to settle in as it did so. At last, the flow slowed to a trickle, but stopped abruptly. Flare clicked her tongue in disapproval.
    "Oh come on... I know you've got more than that. Let it all out."
    Blushing at being caught, Tulip closed her optics, hesitating for a few moments before pushing out the rest. A steady trickle about as thick as a pencil, started up, dribbling down to tinkle against the puddle below. The delicate stream sent small droplets splashing onto the femmes ankles, going for about twenty seconds before stopping. When the last drop had fallen, Tulip went completely limp where she stood, standing in her drained ocean and dripping her from the waist down. Tired, vulnerable, naked and impressively wet, she wanted nothing more than to wipe herself down and go to bed. Hearing footprints splashing toward her, she looked up to see a very satisfied face looking down at her, one on a femme equally naked from the waist down.
    "You were perfect, hun." Flare praised, unsnapping the ring off her limp shoulder. Tulip blinked in tired confusion, unaware just how much she'd delighted her friend. The squirming, the leaks, struggling even when she was already soaked, and then finally giving in only when her body couldn't take any more... God, it was a good thing Flare had recorded it all with her internal gray box. This would be ideal masturbation fodder for months. Unlocking the femme's restraints, she caught her as she fell, supporting her against herself. "Now come on, let's get you cleaned up..."
    "Okay." Tulip rasped, letting herself be half dragged to the large shower in her dazed state. Flare opened the sliding door and guided her in, and the thought of a warm wash was too good to hesitate accepting. Her entire body felt tingly as she sat her wet behind on a stone bench, still exhausted but not yet satisfied as she pondered everything that had just happened. Unexpected as it may have been, she felt good, and perhaps it was just the relief but she smiled softly as the other closed the shower door with them both inside. "What now?"
    "I have plans." Flare said idly, grabbing the handheld shower head and turning it to a warm spray. A devilishly enticing smile lit up her face as she brought it over, the same expression she'd had when all of this began. "Let me show you how I'll pay you back..."
  15. Upvote
    Axis reacted to Elytross in The KaiSa Accident   
    Kai'Sa se presenta con el grupo K / DA en un festival de música pero tiene una gran necesidad de orinar, momentos antes, durante el ensayo, bebió mucha agua y necesitaba ir al baño antes de comenzar el concierto, pero pensó ella podría aguantar hasta que termine el espectáculo
      Al principio no tuvo dificultades, pero fue hasta el final cuando las ganas de orinar fueron más fuertes que su vejiga, y en un mal movimiento sus músculos se aflojaron y terminó orinándose en frente de todos.

      [Hola, hice esta ilustración de Kai'Sa teniendo un accidente, espero que les guste, si tienen ideas para la enuresis femenina, pueden dejarla en los comentarios]
      [También planeo hacer comisiones más adelante en caso de que haya alguien interesado]


  16. Upvote
    Axis got a reaction from AliasnameTO in Welcome to Omoville   
    Welcome to Omoville
    Part 1: Arrival
    "Oh, John. I'm so excited!" squealed Kate. She was so excited, and boy, did she look stunning in that lime-green halter top. The super short shorts completed the sexy ensemb-
    Honk! Honk!
    Woah! I needed to keep my eyes on the road. Kate sure wasn't making it easy. In her hand she held the cause of her excitement: a brochure. Inside it told of a wondrous place where Public Urination was not only legal, but mandatory. Public Nudity too, but in a place like this it was kind of a given.
    We were finally here. We pulled in on an old dirt road until we came to an old town that reminded me of my birthplace in Maryland. It was wide open and a bit nippy, though that's probably because it was winter.
    We got out and were immediately greeted by what looked like a classic Old West mayor. As it turned out, that's exactly what he was.
    "Howdy, folks! Welcome to Omoville, the wettest town in these Yoo-nited States. Ah trust you found the place ok?"
    "We found it just fine," I told him.
    "Glad ter hear it. Weyell, if y'all er ready, I'll show ya where y'all be stayin'. Name's Buck, by de way."
    "I'm John, and this is my wife, Kate."
    He walked up to Kate and kissed her hand. "Nice ter meetcha, darlin'."
    Kate giggled,"Pleasure's all mine."
    The portly man took us to the adorable little cabin we would be living in.
    "Oh, John," said Kate,"Isn't this just wonderful?"
    "It sure is, Kate," I responded.
    Kate looked at me and frowned. "What's wrong, baby? You seem upset."
    "I'm not upset, I'm just...bored I guess."
    Kate smiled seductively. "I think I can fix that. Come on upstairs."
    "You don't have to tell me twice. Just let me go pee first."
    "Aww, do you really have to use the toilet?" Kate whined.
    "Who said anything about a toilet?" Her eyes went straight to my crotch, which was already getting wet. The dark patch grew as my bladder emptied itself into my pants. It trickled down my leg and pooled on the floor until I finished. Kate just stood there, gawking at the mess I made. Without a word, she grabbed my arm and dragged me up to bed. She proceeded to rip all my clothes off and start kissing me hard. She then took her own clothes off and I took no time entering her. We made love for some time, then Kate started to say something between thrusts. "John...I can't...hold...gotta...go...fuck...aaaaaaahhhh."
    As soon as she said that, she orgasmed hard, followed by a huge spray of pee that went everywhere. She rolled off me, spent and still peeing. "S-sorry, John."
    "What for?"
    "For peeing..."
    "Do you really think we would have moved here if you needed to apologize for that?"
    She didn't answer, she had already fallen asleep. As I fell asleep as well, I thought about how driving into town tomorrow would go.
    End Part 1
  17. Upvote
    Axis got a reaction from cjm3rcl1n3 in Welcome to Omoville   
    Welcome to Omoville
    Part 1: Arrival
    "Oh, John. I'm so excited!" squealed Kate. She was so excited, and boy, did she look stunning in that lime-green halter top. The super short shorts completed the sexy ensemb-
    Honk! Honk!
    Woah! I needed to keep my eyes on the road. Kate sure wasn't making it easy. In her hand she held the cause of her excitement: a brochure. Inside it told of a wondrous place where Public Urination was not only legal, but mandatory. Public Nudity too, but in a place like this it was kind of a given.
    We were finally here. We pulled in on an old dirt road until we came to an old town that reminded me of my birthplace in Maryland. It was wide open and a bit nippy, though that's probably because it was winter.
    We got out and were immediately greeted by what looked like a classic Old West mayor. As it turned out, that's exactly what he was.
    "Howdy, folks! Welcome to Omoville, the wettest town in these Yoo-nited States. Ah trust you found the place ok?"
    "We found it just fine," I told him.
    "Glad ter hear it. Weyell, if y'all er ready, I'll show ya where y'all be stayin'. Name's Buck, by de way."
    "I'm John, and this is my wife, Kate."
    He walked up to Kate and kissed her hand. "Nice ter meetcha, darlin'."
    Kate giggled,"Pleasure's all mine."
    The portly man took us to the adorable little cabin we would be living in.
    "Oh, John," said Kate,"Isn't this just wonderful?"
    "It sure is, Kate," I responded.
    Kate looked at me and frowned. "What's wrong, baby? You seem upset."
    "I'm not upset, I'm just...bored I guess."
    Kate smiled seductively. "I think I can fix that. Come on upstairs."
    "You don't have to tell me twice. Just let me go pee first."
    "Aww, do you really have to use the toilet?" Kate whined.
    "Who said anything about a toilet?" Her eyes went straight to my crotch, which was already getting wet. The dark patch grew as my bladder emptied itself into my pants. It trickled down my leg and pooled on the floor until I finished. Kate just stood there, gawking at the mess I made. Without a word, she grabbed my arm and dragged me up to bed. She proceeded to rip all my clothes off and start kissing me hard. She then took her own clothes off and I took no time entering her. We made love for some time, then Kate started to say something between thrusts. "John...I can't...hold...gotta...go...fuck...aaaaaaahhhh."
    As soon as she said that, she orgasmed hard, followed by a huge spray of pee that went everywhere. She rolled off me, spent and still peeing. "S-sorry, John."
    "What for?"
    "For peeing..."
    "Do you really think we would have moved here if you needed to apologize for that?"
    She didn't answer, she had already fallen asleep. As I fell asleep as well, I thought about how driving into town tomorrow would go.
    End Part 1
  18. Upvote
    Axis got a reaction from desperatewet in Invisible Ink   
    Have you ever tried to break into a botanical garden? You would not believe how easy it is. I guess I don’t know what I expected, but I don’t think they had security of any kind. I mean, what if someone wanted to break in and steal a rare flower that just so happens to make urine invisible upon consumption? I mean, sure, it’s unlikely, but it could happen! 
     
    I beat my mom home by ten minutes, putting the flower pot I had been carrying them in delicately down on my bookshelf. I did a sort of victory dance, having finally obtained them. I almost wanted to just eat them, but instead I gave them a longing stare before going down to greet my mom. She seemed happy to be back, and honestly, with her gone I hadn’t realized I had missed her until she was there in front of me. My dad wasn’t around anymore, so she was all I had in terms of family. You can go a little nuts when you’re all by yourself…
     
    She wasted no time weakening my abnormally positive view of her by asking to see my room, first thing. This made me nervous, then irritated at her for making me nervous. Don’t get me wrong, my room was clean as a whistle. The problem was the flowers. They were out on display, and hard not to notice. I quickly made up an alibi. There was a flower shop not too far from the house, so I bought them there. The guy working didn’t look like the usual owner. He said they were on the house. 'There, I think that will cover my tracks nicely.’ I thought to myself. I took a deep breath. They were just flowers. Not a big deal…right?
     
    “Yes, it’s a big deal! Now tell the truth! I know that’s not where you got them from, I don’t even need to call the owner.”
     
    How did she see right through the lie? A-and why was she so mad, anyway? It’s not like she knew…
     
    “I know what those flowers are for. Or, rather, what they can be for…” her anger turned to a sullen defeat as she sat down across from me, clasping her hands together. She looked concerned above anything else. “I…guess that means you got some of that ink, huh?”
     
    I wasn’t sure what to say, so I nodded. She closed her eyes and sighed. It was pretty clear that she was holding back tears as well.
     
    “Listen…you’re not in trouble.”
     
    Phew….
     
    “Not with me, anyway.”
     
    Wh-what!? N-nobody told me they were illegal! There was no way I could have known! A-and why would she, my own mother, turn me in!?
     
    “I would take you to a doctor, but…I don’t know what good it would do…it’s certainly too late now.” Her tears came forth, unable to wait in their ducts any longer. When she mentioned a doctor I got scared. I think I even felt my panties get a little wet...
     
    At this point, I knew I had to ask the obvious question. It was just hard to get my mouth to open…
     
    “I know what you’re probably thinking…and yes. You’re going to get very sick...”
     
    And out came the rest of my pee. I was so flustered, I couldn’t even stop it. I just sort of stared at my mom, trembling in my chair. I watched her face go from confusion, to realization, to a small smile of understanding. 
     
    “Don’t…don’t worry about that, sweetie.”
     
    Yeah, I guess I wouldn’t need to if I was going to die…she didn’t say as much but she may as well have spelled it out. I honestly would have preferred it. If thinking of a good response was hard before, it was that much tougher now that I was wetting myself right in front of her…again…
     
    I just sort of teared up and ran to my room. Once I had stopped bawling into my pillow, I could hear her downstairs with the swiffer. That got another ten minutes of tears out of me. So embarrassing…
     
    I wiped my eyes, and when I opened them again I saw that cursed indigo jar, sitting smugly on my bedside table. My blood began to boil. I grabbed it tight in my hand and…
     
    ...
     
    While I was cleaning, I heard something crash in her bedroom. Normally, I would have been up there in an instant to make sure she was okay, but she had thrown things before and this time she had a pretty good reason. Poor thing…
     
    I finished wiping up her mess and wiping away my half-dried tears, I sat on the couch. My heart froze when I saw those flowers…for a different reason than in 1996.
     
    “I know it’s edible, Greg, but I’m not gonna just drink the whole bottle! Dare me to do something else.”
     
    He just grinned at me, like a fool. It didn’t make me love him any less, though. “Can’t do that, babe. It’s against the rules.”
     
    “Oh, come on. Just give me one alternative.”
     
    “Well…we could always…” he flashed me another smile, his eyes twinkling. I knew exactly what he was going to say.
     
    “Nope! Nope, not doing that. I told you, not until we’re married.”
     
    “I curse god for making that stupid rule.” he said with a chuckle.
     
    “Well, that’s not gonna win you any points with him.”
     
    “So? It could win me points with you.” Never could stop flashing smiles, that guy. We had been dating for over two years…I was actually kind of impressed that he only brought it up as often as he did. In a way, I thought maybe he had earned it. But that night I just…wasn’t ready. I really wish I had been.
     
    “Fine, I’ll drink the stupid ink. But if I get sick or something, you’re dead.”
     
    I buried my head in my hands, sinking into the couch. I had gotten lost in the past…
     
    What were the odds that my daughter would befall the same fate…I was afraid to do it, but I had to know when she had drank it. Drunk it. Drunken it. Consumed it. There, that works. I took tentative steps up to her room. I didn’t hear any more crying, which either meant she had stopped or she had done something stupid to herself out of distress…then I remembered the crash I heard.
     

     
    My mom burst into the room. When she saw the shards of the ink jar on the far side of my room and me playing on my DS in bed she put her hand on her chest, relieved. I would have been more surprised, but she had a habit of thinking that I was gonna commit suicide for whatever reason. Though I guess now it wouldn’t make much difference…
     
    “I’m sorry, honey. Are you doing okay?”
     
    “Not according to you, no.”
     
    “Right…” she said, looking away. I expected her to go on, she looked like she had something to say. She was hesitating, though. I was about to go back to my game when she finally mustered the courage.
     
    “When exactly did you drink it?”
     
    “Oh, um…last week. Sunday night.”
     
    She looked confused, then a bit stern.
     
    “Madison, please, don’t lie. This is serious.”
     
    “I’m not! I swear!”
     
    “Madison…” she said with a ‘gonna count to three’ tone in her voice. What else was I supposed to say?
     
    “I swear on dad’s grave.” 
     
    That got her.
     
    “…a…a-all right…” she inhaled slowly, exhaling as she said “I believe you.”
     
    “Why wouldn’t you? Is there some kind of issue with that?”
     
    She looked at me like I said something ridiculous.
     
    “Well, once it gets into your system it doesn’t take more than a couple of hours for things to...go wrong. Very wrong.”
     
    Right. Cause I was supposed to know that.
     
    “What happens, exactly?” I sat up a bit.
     
    She sat down, gearing herself up for it.
     
    “It…it gets into your bloodstream. After that, it reaches your heart, and it…it makes it fade. I know it sounds ridiculous, but…"
     
    “Wait, is that all it does?”
     
    “…wh-what?”
     
    “There aren’t any, like…side effects?”
     
    “Well…no. Not that I know of. It goes ‘virtually undetected’ until…” she started to sob again, unable to carry on talking about it. She must have been reminded that this was all going to happen to her daughter…but was it?
     
    “It doesn’t make your pee disappear?”
     
    She stopped crying almost on a dime. I could have sworn she almost laughed a bit. “P-pee? No, it doesn’t…it doesn’t do that….why do you ask?”
     
    “Well…because it did mine.”
     
    My mother was dumbfounded. “You…you must have expelled it out of your system…but how would your body have known to do that…?”
     
    “Well…what if it’s in my genes?”
     
    “You were peeing in your jeans?”
     
    I rolled my eyes. “DNA, mom. What if I got it from you or dad.”
     
    “Well, you didn’t get it from me…”
     
    That basically told me everything I needed to know. That comment plus her knowledge of the flower and its effects could only mean that she had also drank some ink…but then why was she so certain I was going to die?”
     

     
    “Johnson! Bring her into the OR, I’ll be there in two minutes! All right, nurse. Brief me, we don’t have a lot of time.”
     
    “She’s in critical condition, doctor. Lacerations and hemorrhaging rampant through the abdomen. Apparently her boyfriend was attempting to….it’s difficult to say.”
     
    “You’re not sure?”
     
    The nurse shook her head.
     
    “Ah. I understand. I assume she’s pregnant, then?”
     
    The nurse nodded.
     
    “Thank you. I’m going to do what I can to save them both…thank you for your composure. I’m sorry your first day was this gruesome.”
     
    The nurse looked down at the ground. “Just…save her. Please.”
     
    The doctor put his hand on her shoulder and smiled. 
     
    “I will. Both of them.”
     

     
    “It was then that they discovered a foreign substance in my bloodstream, and pumped it out. While I was recovering, a specialist paid me a visit and told me about the ink and what it could do. He also told me about how quickly it worked and how incredibly lucky I was…and how lucky I was that you were still around.” She smiled at me. “But I didn’t need a doctor to tell me that.” She said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. We still had to go to the hospital, but they confirmed that I didn’t have a trace of the ink left in me. We got milkshakes on the way home. During the drive, we passed by a bed of dark blue flowers. We knew they weren’t the same ones, but we decided to get out and peed on them. It was weird, sure, but when you’re that happy it really doesn’t matter.
     
    Oh, and we burned the ones in my room. You’ll never guess how we put the fire out. 
  19. Upvote
    Axis got a reaction from desperatewet in Invisible Ink   
    The week after I drank that invisible ink was incredible. The liberation I felt, being able to pee anytime and anywhere without anyone being able to tell…it was indescribable. In my room, at dinner, on the bus, during class, and just for kicks even in the bathroom once in a while. I did it everywhere, and everyone noticed a significant change in my mood. At first it was a bit difficult to get used to, especially when my mom was around. Once, she heard me going and looked bewildered at where the sound was coming from. The best I could come up with was that I think the kitchen sink was leaking. When she turned to look at it I had to stop my stream, then when she looked back to me I could continue. It was as fun as it was nerve-wracking!
     
    Saturday rolled around and I was watching cartoons, happily relieving myself onto the couch, when the doorbell rang. My mom was on a business trip, so I had to answer the door. And I would have, really, but Froggy and the Legion of the Lilypad were about to uncover the secret of the Pirates’- “All right, all right! I’m coming!” I paused the recording and got the door. It was a maintenance guy, here to fix the sink. I just laughed and told him he had the wrong house. I love messing with people. It’s a hobby.
     
    “Umm…are you okay, miss?”
     
    He looked concerned about something. I tilted my head.
     
    “I’m fine…? Why do you ask?”
     
    “I, ah, I don’t mean to impose, but…”
     
    It was at that moment that I realized my wet pants had gotten cold. That usually never happens.
     
    “You”
     
    There was no way.
     
    “seem”
     
    He’s joking, right?
     
    “to”
     
    It’s probably something else.
     
    “have”
     
    A nice hairdo? A kissable face? Herpes? Come on, man, don’t do this to me…
     
    “wet”
     
    Shit.
     
    “yourself.”
     
    Did I dare look down? I suppose at that moment it would have been pointless. He had just told me everything I needed to know. Despite my whole demeanor changing, I still managed to thank him for letting me know and close the door before turning around and slumping back against it. I felt between my legs, to eliminate any doubt, but there really wasn’t much to begin with. An image of the couch with urine soaking into the middle cushion flashed into my head. I would have to have my breakdown some other time. I got up off the floor and cleaned up, choking back tears a little bit. I was just thankful my mom wasn’t home.
     
    Once again, I needed to confirm the pattern. So, I drank plenty of Dr. P and waited for the magic to happen. Once I felt the need, I went into the bathroom and started peeing. Much to my dismay, a stream of yellow (with a brown tint, presumably from the soda) was present, discoloring the water in the bowl. I sighed, not out of relief but disappointment, and flushed for the first time that week.
     
    The rest of my Saturday was pretty dismal. It sounds strange, but having to manage my bladder and use the toilet after the week I had…it was like someone had surgically removed the joy out of my life. By Sunday, I knew I had to do something about it. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house, but what my mom didn’t know wasn’t going to do her any harm. I made a sandwich and put it in my backpack, locking my door as I set off on my journey. Thankfully, it wasn’t so bad now that I knew where it was. It was pretty empty.
     
    “Back again, I see” said the owner, scowling at me from behind his desk. His raisin-like appearance was a bit of a contrast to his cheerful looking clothes. It reminded me of what a carnival barker might wear if he really loved his job.
     
    “Yes, I, um…ran out of invisible ink. Do you have any more of it?”
     
    “No. You bought my last jar.”
     
    “Oh…” I tried to mask my disappointment, putting a smile on. “When will the next shipment arrive?”
     
    He eyed me like he was trying way too hard to prove to me that he could see. “There won’t be any. What I have is just that. You can get invisible ink at the supermarket down the-“
     
    “Yes, but I need yours, specifically.” I was losing my patience. I knew in my head that my demeanor, but my heart ignored it.
     
    The owner looked at me and sighed, looking a bit more somber than before. “You drank it, didn’t you. You didn’t heed my warning.”
     
    “I…all right, yes. I did. Please, just tell me where I can get more.”
     
    “I will never. I know what happens, and it isn’t natural.”
     
    I went to retort, but all I could manage was a huff. Not natural? What would this old crud know! I bet he’s the same kind of guy that says being gay is unnatural, that wanting to have sex before you’re married is unnatural. I’d become fed up, and bid him a fond farewell through gritted teeth. I even went around to the side of the shop and lifted my leg up onto the wall, peeing against it. That would show him. He’d probably never see it, and if he did he probably wouldn’t know what it was, and if he did he probably wouldn’t have known who did it or why…but it would still show him. It’s the principle of the thing. Besides, I had to go anyway.
     
    I got home, relieved to find it not broken into. It was a silly thing to worry about but when you’re my age and you’re breaking the rules, the worst scenario is the most likely in your head. It was getting late, so I went up to bed and pulled out my 3DS. Maybe some Kid Icarus would get me over the fact that my omorashi fantasy had come to an end. While I was playing, my eye caught something on my bedside table. It was the empty jar of ink. With the company logo on it. A company logo belonging to a company. A company that could be searched for. I practically threw down my usually beloved handheld and raced over to my desk, typing the name frantically into the search bar: Tin Toy Co. In no time I had an address and phone number. It was a decent distance away, but I could manage it. This is for the ink, after all.
     
    I set out for the address I had written on my hand, stopping on the way for ice cream and to pee. Of course, with the ink in my system I could have just gotten ice cream and not bothered with the latter…but that would change when I got there. I arrived at the company and asked the first guy I saw about their invisible ink. He made a weird face, but I couldn’t tell if it was the subject itself or the fact that a random sophomore girl had come into the company headquarters bringing it up. Nonetheless, I was told to…mind my own business!? I wanted to flip the guy off. My feet were killing me! I probably had blisters I walked so far to get here, and I was not walking all the way back empty-handed. I had to take a few deep breaths to regain my composure. Once I did, I calmly insisted that he tell me something, and he did. He told me to leave before he called security. That scared me a bit so I thanked him and did as he said, trekking back with my head in my hands. How hard was it to get one or a hundred jars of some ink? Maybe they didn’t make it anymore…something I really didn’t want to consider a possibility unless I had to.
     
    I found myself in bed again, each time more stressed than the last it would seem. Was I really asking for too much here? No, of course not. There had to be a way to get more. It slowly became less about being able to pee freely and more about finishing what I set out to do. I scanned the jar again. My one and only clue. Part of me wanted to lick the inside and see if that worked, but I felt I had some dignity left and I wanted to hang on to it. Instead, I found something that made me jump up and down out of excitement. The ingredients! I wanted to slap myself for not having thought of it on my own. There was only one ingredient listed: an indigo colored flower called the Reclusive Gayfeather. No, seriously. I almost wet my pants laughing, just in case you wanted to gauge my maturity. After a few minutes of that, I wiped the last tear from my eye, giggles coming like aftershocks. I set the jar down and deleted ‘Tin Toy Co.’ from the search bar, replacing it with ‘Reclusive G’. I had to pause, snickering to myself before I finished typing it out. And I’m bi, too. I just really wasn’t expecting it is all.
     
    According to the internet, the flower was rare and only located in the some botanical garden downtown. I groaned, following through on my earlier desire to slap myself. I was just there! Now, before you go pointing out to me how convenient all these locations are, keep in mind that I found a product, found its maker nearby, and found its ingredients nearby. That makes sense, and I’m not just being lazy by not wanting to write an entire plane ride that I would have to somehow keep from my mom. I mean, her being on a business trip is bad enough, I really should have thought of something better to write as to why she was gone. That was the reason, I just worry about keeping things exciting, you know? But I’m getting way off track. Sorry. You came here to read about pee. Or at least I assume you did. It’s possible you’re just a super dedicated reader who will venture into depths of sites you have no interest in just to try and find a good story. If so I really hope this was worth all that.
     
    Madison, move on.
     
    Right, sorry.
     
    I gave my feet a short bath to try and recover from all the walking I had done previously, adding some water of my own to the mix. Baths and showers. Get me every single time. I dried them off and I did indeed feel better. I didn’t even get a blister! I probably was about to, but it was worth it. I once again left my house, oblivious to the fact that I had wasted pretty much my entire weekend to get this stuff. As long as I had it, everything would be fine. What did occur to me, however, was the realization that I would probably have to steal these flowers. I shrugged. If that’s what it took to get more invisible ink, then that’s what I was going to do.




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    Axis got a reaction from desperatewet in Invisible Ink   
    “Whatever you do, little girl, don’t drink that stuff.” the shop owner said. I was just within earshot to hear it, in fact if I were him, I would have been surprised if I had heard it. The owner is half the reason hardly anyone goes there anymore, the other being that it’s a glorified garbage dump. Almost all of his stuff is totally useless, from  chewed up socks to paddleball paddles without the balls. Heck, I only went in there for this stuff. I turned the small navy-blue jar and read the label. It said: ‘Edible Invisible Ink. For the ultimate in writing security, you can use this on paper, then eat it! Works best with our Edible Paper.’ Okay, so it’s edible? That didn’t really back up what the owner said. Maybe it wasn’t actually edible….but then how would he know that? I shrugged, thoughts turning to more pressing matters. I had been looking for that shop all damn day and my bladder was not letting me forget it. Now, most people at this point of desperation would find an alley or something. In fact, I know a few people who would probably give up and wet themselves. Not Madison, though. I was going to wait as long as I could. Why? I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I have this fetish, and…
     
    What?
     
    You too?
     
    Oh! Umm…I guess I don’t have to explain it then. That makes things a lot easier on me, hehe.
     
    Anyway, while I was on the toilet this morning I challenged myself not to go again until I got home from what was going to be a hell of a day. I won’t bore you with the details, it was just a bunch of errands for my mom, and one for me. My errand was to find this shop and see if they had anything cool. It was a bit of an urban legend amongst my classmates at school, and my adventurous heart couldn’t resist the temptation. Ahh, temptation just makes me think about how bad I have to pee! If it weren’t so frowned upon I would let my bladder drain right into my jeans without a second thought. Except maybe about how warm and arousing it felt…oh, but um, moving on. Yes. Next, um, next paragraph. 
     
    When I arrived home my abdomen was on fire. I needed to pee, there was no way around it. Fortunately, relief was just through the front door, which was locked, and a short walk to the bathro- wait, locked!? I jiggled the handle and pulled with all my might, but yes. It was locked. “This is so cliche…but now I have an excuse if I don’t make it.” I said to myself, smiling a little. I stood by the door with bags in my hands, wiggling my hips as I waited for my mom to get home. Thankfully, it wasn’t a long wait, though when you’re that full time slows down a great deal. I stood as still as I could, face flushed with- argh, everything I say reminds me of the toilet! Hurry up mom…okay. The door was open, the pathway was clear, and I could even spot the open bathroom from the front porch. It was just a simple matter of walking. However, when I went to move my feet, my bladder gave me a clear signal: you move, you pee. My mother called for me to come inside and close the door, and I was a little too old with a little too much dignity to stand there and yell ‘I can’t! I have to pee too bad!’. In my head, I went over my options. It was pretty simple, move and try to make it, or stand here and inevitably lose it in my pants. So, I took a deep breath and made for the door.
     
    I thought I was executing my plan pretty well at first. I swiftly got inside, set down the bags, and ran for the bathroom. I could feel my muscles starting to relax, having all but given up on me. I was determined, however, and I was not going to wet-
     
    “Sweetie, you need to close the door!”
     
    “B-but mom, I…”
     
    “Now, please!”
     
    Her tone was not to be mistaken as a suggestion, so I groaned and hurried back to close the door. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and went to push, and that little bit of effort meant that I had just that much less holding my pee. But it was enough.
     
    “Madison, I told y- Oh my god. Honey, are you all right?” 
     
    I wasn’t. My face was red, my brain almost unable to fully realize what was happening. Everything felt so surreal…my mother’s concerned voice was drowned out by the sound of pee hitting the floor, a loud drizzling that turned into splashing as a puddle spread under my sneakers. 
     
    After I had finally stopped crying, I went up to my room and changed, putting my wet clothes in the washing machine per my mother’s instructions. She took it well, assuming that I simply hadn’t had time to go with all the errands I had run that day. It didn’t change how I felt though. I was so embarrassed I wanted to die. That, or quit holding it altogether. The latter almost seemed worse to me. I looked over at the little jar on my bed side table. Some worthless ink. Calling it a waste of my time would be an understatement. It was all that time I spent searching for the fabled shop…without that, nothing bad would have happened. Gripping with regret and angry at myself, I picked up the jar, remembering what the shop owner had told me. “Don’t drink that stuff…” My curiosity got the better of me, so I downed it. After all, what was the worst thing that could happen? I doubt it would kill me, and going to the hospital would mean a vacation from school. It was a win-win situation. I had no idea how right I was.
     
    After washing the ink out of my tongue, as well as the taste it left there, I went to bed. Stress made me tired, and besides I had to get up for school in the morning, provided I didn’t get sick. I opened my eyes to a strange, off-color version of my old house. My mom came in and started rolling around and mooing. I think I was dreaming. I stepped over her and went to the kitchen to get a snack, when my bladder started trying to get my attention. “Okay, okay! Im peeing…” I walked over to the bathroom, but it was locked. My mom yelled from upstairs. “It’s broken, go on the floor!” Since I was in a dream, it made perfect sense to me at the time. I went to lower my pants, but saw that I was naked. I shrugged, that just meant less effort for me. I let go, smiling as I watched it pour out onto my feet. I didn’t feel it on my feet, though. I just felt it between my legs, and then…my lower back? 
     
    I jolted awake, shaking my head a bit to wake myself up. I could hear a soft hiss from under my sheets. I was confused for a moment, then the memory of my dream flooded back into consciousness. Much the same way that I was flooding my mattress. I gasped and leapt up, trying in vain to cut off the flow. I wanted to cry. Twice in a row? My mother was going to put me in pull ups! I couldn’t believe I had peed in my sleep. My panties were warm and soaked, my legs too. I hesitated to look at the bed, but I had to ascertain the damage. I turned on the light in my room, and was shocked at the sight. It was…pristine. Unsullied. Dry. I rushed over and felt the mattress…nothing. I looked down at my panties and it was the same story. I couldn’t even feel the warmth anymore. It was like it had never happened…
     
    My mother derailed my train of thought, coming in to tell me to get ready or I would be late, as well as to stop sleeping in my underwear. I obeyed her first instruction (and only the first), making a quick plate of eggs and hurrying out the door to catch the bus. Once I took my seat I thought more about that morning’s events. I was one-hundred percent sure I peed. It had nothing to do with the dream, I felt it, and I heard it. Maybe the stress was getting to me? Had an all-powerful diety seen my predicament and taken mercy? There was only one way to know for sure.
     
    I drank a lot at lunch that day, probably more than was necessary for what I wanted to do. After realizing my mistake and squirming my way through history, I hurried to the girl’s bathroom, chose a stall, and sat. I looked down and waited for my pee to come out. Sure enough, it…didn’t. I mean, it did. I could feel it, and I could see the water splashing below me. There was just no pee. I put my hand under my stream just to double check, and I could feel it hitting my hand. It was so bizarre, for a second I thought I must have still been dreaming. About a minute after I was done, my hand felt dry. I decided not to flush, feeling it wasn’t necessary. I still washed my hands, if for no other reason than habit, and went to my next class with a big smile on my face. Later, on the bus ride home, I once again felt the urge to pee. So I went. And nobody knew.
     
    My life had just gotten a lot more fun!
     
     
     
     
     
    Thank you so much for reading! Please give your feedback, especially if you want a continuation of this story. If you have a request, please feel free to PM me. I don’t bite :3
     
    Stay fresh!
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    Axis reacted to Biku in Biku animation   
    I did a short animation. I don't think I'll do these often, especially with color. Anyways, enjoy!

    pee_Trim.mp4
  22. Upvote
    Axis got a reaction from skywalker58 in Returning Home   
    Returning Home
    by Axis Ying       Four years, three major switches, two decent friends, and one last crazy night of fun and vodka before going back home to Colorado. That’s how I would sum up my college experience.    My name is Stacey, a smallish girl with biggish plans. Now that I have a piece of paper that says I know how to draw, my art career will surely take off. But that’s not what this is about. You wanna hear about how I wet my pants, right? I don’t blame you. It’s a fairly interesting story if you ask me.   I woke up with a headache and a full bladder. I took pills for one and emptied out the other, I’m sure you can figure out which is which. My roommate Bethany was waiting to say goodbye, as she was a couple months behind me in school and would be staying a little longer. I got ready to leave, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, thanking her for the good times as she did the same to me. I’d already bid farewell to my friends and favorite professors, so it was time to get in my Civic and head home. It was a six hour journey and I was hung over like clothes on a line, so I thought there’d be no harm in making myself a coffee-tea combo to get me through the long trip without zoning out and crashing my car.   This would turn out to be a huge mistake.   It wasn’t until a couple of hours’ driving that my body started trying to get my attention. “Um, you should probably find somewhere to pee,” it seemed to say. No big deal, I thought to myself. Find a McDonald’s or a truck stop, or at worst, pull over where no one’s around. The closer I got to my mountainous home, the hillier it got. I started climbing over a large slope, unable to see anything beyond it as I drove toward the top. Beginning to squirm, I hoped to see somewhere to relieve myself on the other side. I reached the summit, and peered beyond the hill. My hopes were dashed across an ocean of traffic, blocking my way forward. I got as far forward as I could before stopping and crossing my legs in my seat. I ranted to myself about how bullshit this was and how people shouldn’t even be up this early, occasionally reaching down to give myself a quick squeeze.   Time slowed to a crawl, it seemed, as traffic inched forward every few minutes. I bounced in my seat, staring at the car in front of me like it would disappear if I did so hard enough. To my amazement, it actually sort of worked. Not unlike what I was urged to let my bladder do, traffic began to flow forward at a steady pace. My lips formed a smile and I hit the gas, happy to be moving again. “Phew…” I said to myself, “I thought I was gonna piss my pants!” Poor Stacey of the past, you naïve girl.   Fun fact about mountain roads, some of them can stretch on seemingly forever without actually coming across any civilization. The natural air was nice, though, so I lowered my window to enjoy it. I kept curving my way around the rocky terrain, wishing I had the courage and complete lack of dignity to get out of my car and water one of the trees that passed me by without worrying about anyone seeing me. My bladder was really starting to get to me, urging me to forget about how expensive and embarrassing it would be to just let go. Just as I started seriously considering granting my body’s request, a town came into view. Finally, a place to- oh, it’s a sign for a realtor. I frowned, narrowing my eyes as I passed the picture of a future local development. I had never felt hatred for a billboard before that moment. I giggled to myself as I thought of peeing on it, seeing that as a fitting punishment for making me think I was close to relief. Nevertheless, I had to keep going before I ran out of time. I was actually not far from home at this point. I didn’t like the idea of my first time seeing them in almost a year being me bowling them over to get to the bathroom, moaning as I gushed into their toilet, but my options were becoming limited.   I felt the first leak as I rounded a corner, driving past my old middle school. The adjusted speed limit could suck my nonexistent dick, I was a woman on a mission. The red light at the end of the street was harder to ignore, though I managed to do so until I noticed it about two seconds before I was gonna run right through into opposing traffic. I hit the brakes, my seatbelt digging uncomfortably into my bladder as I skidded to a stop. Needless to say, a little more of my precious urine escaped into my panties. I wanted to check my jeans but cringed at the thought of bending over. It was then that I heard the unmistakable sound of a plastic bottle rolling around in the backseat, having been knocked loose from my sudden stop.    Jackpot~!   I reached back and grabbed for it, stretching as far as I could. I grinned as I felt my fingers wrap around the neck, sitting back up and giving the bottle a little hug. I felt like a kid on Christmas, opening up my jeans like a gift from Santa. I was about to pull my panties down when the driver behind me decided to let me know the light was green.   HONK!!   I tensed up, my thighs slamming together as I dropped the bottle. I silently raged in my head, hitting the gas and lurching forward. At the earliest opportunity, I pulled over. I swear I had never had to pee this badly in my life. I felt around for the bottle, picking it up and getting my panties down. I was seconds away. Seconds were all I had left. I was completely focused on the task at hand. I was in a world of my very own, pressing the bottle’s lips against my own. It was time. Sadly, the universe disagreed.   “Stacey!? Stacey Marsh! It’s me, Franklin!”   Of all the people to get in the way of my sorely needed relief, Franklin? My cheating ex-boyfriend from high school? Why was he even talking to me!? No time to think about that, I dropped the bottle and hid my shame, zipping up just as he came up to my window.   “What’s up, Stace? I haven’t seen you in years!”   “Yeah, it’s been a while, huh?” I’m sure my politeness sounded forced, but I was beyond caring.   “No kidding…hey what are you doing later? Since you’re back in town, we should really catch up, get a few…uhh….are you okay?”   I had started to tremble from the sheer effort it took to keep from peeing. Then, I had an epiphany. What do I care more about, relieving my tortured bladder, or what this complete douchebag thinks of me? The answer couldn’t have been more clear.    “What’s that sound? Are you…holy shit, you are! What the hell? Christ, you’re even crazier than you were in high school. Ever heard of a toilet? I mean, how old are you?” Franklin went on like that, but I couldn’t hear him too well after driving away, pee gushing through my jeans and pooling under my butt. I grinned, enjoying myself as I drove down my parents’ street. Peeing had never felt so good, and the cozy warmth made it all the sweeter.   It was humiliating, watching my parents double take as their greetings were cut short by the sight of their adult daughter with soaking wet pants. they were concerned at first, but after I told them the story they were a lot more understanding. Once I had a shower and a change of clothes, I was feeling much better. My dad insisted on paying for the new car seat, so I painted a portrait of him in exchange. At the time, I was beside myself with embarrassment, but nowadays we just look back on that day and laugh.   It felt good to be home.
  23. Upvote
    Axis got a reaction from ragtime in Returning Home   
    Returning Home
    by Axis Ying       Four years, three major switches, two decent friends, and one last crazy night of fun and vodka before going back home to Colorado. That’s how I would sum up my college experience.    My name is Stacey, a smallish girl with biggish plans. Now that I have a piece of paper that says I know how to draw, my art career will surely take off. But that’s not what this is about. You wanna hear about how I wet my pants, right? I don’t blame you. It’s a fairly interesting story if you ask me.   I woke up with a headache and a full bladder. I took pills for one and emptied out the other, I’m sure you can figure out which is which. My roommate Bethany was waiting to say goodbye, as she was a couple months behind me in school and would be staying a little longer. I got ready to leave, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, thanking her for the good times as she did the same to me. I’d already bid farewell to my friends and favorite professors, so it was time to get in my Civic and head home. It was a six hour journey and I was hung over like clothes on a line, so I thought there’d be no harm in making myself a coffee-tea combo to get me through the long trip without zoning out and crashing my car.   This would turn out to be a huge mistake.   It wasn’t until a couple of hours’ driving that my body started trying to get my attention. “Um, you should probably find somewhere to pee,” it seemed to say. No big deal, I thought to myself. Find a McDonald’s or a truck stop, or at worst, pull over where no one’s around. The closer I got to my mountainous home, the hillier it got. I started climbing over a large slope, unable to see anything beyond it as I drove toward the top. Beginning to squirm, I hoped to see somewhere to relieve myself on the other side. I reached the summit, and peered beyond the hill. My hopes were dashed across an ocean of traffic, blocking my way forward. I got as far forward as I could before stopping and crossing my legs in my seat. I ranted to myself about how bullshit this was and how people shouldn’t even be up this early, occasionally reaching down to give myself a quick squeeze.   Time slowed to a crawl, it seemed, as traffic inched forward every few minutes. I bounced in my seat, staring at the car in front of me like it would disappear if I did so hard enough. To my amazement, it actually sort of worked. Not unlike what I was urged to let my bladder do, traffic began to flow forward at a steady pace. My lips formed a smile and I hit the gas, happy to be moving again. “Phew…” I said to myself, “I thought I was gonna piss my pants!” Poor Stacey of the past, you naïve girl.   Fun fact about mountain roads, some of them can stretch on seemingly forever without actually coming across any civilization. The natural air was nice, though, so I lowered my window to enjoy it. I kept curving my way around the rocky terrain, wishing I had the courage and complete lack of dignity to get out of my car and water one of the trees that passed me by without worrying about anyone seeing me. My bladder was really starting to get to me, urging me to forget about how expensive and embarrassing it would be to just let go. Just as I started seriously considering granting my body’s request, a town came into view. Finally, a place to- oh, it’s a sign for a realtor. I frowned, narrowing my eyes as I passed the picture of a future local development. I had never felt hatred for a billboard before that moment. I giggled to myself as I thought of peeing on it, seeing that as a fitting punishment for making me think I was close to relief. Nevertheless, I had to keep going before I ran out of time. I was actually not far from home at this point. I didn’t like the idea of my first time seeing them in almost a year being me bowling them over to get to the bathroom, moaning as I gushed into their toilet, but my options were becoming limited.   I felt the first leak as I rounded a corner, driving past my old middle school. The adjusted speed limit could suck my nonexistent dick, I was a woman on a mission. The red light at the end of the street was harder to ignore, though I managed to do so until I noticed it about two seconds before I was gonna run right through into opposing traffic. I hit the brakes, my seatbelt digging uncomfortably into my bladder as I skidded to a stop. Needless to say, a little more of my precious urine escaped into my panties. I wanted to check my jeans but cringed at the thought of bending over. It was then that I heard the unmistakable sound of a plastic bottle rolling around in the backseat, having been knocked loose from my sudden stop.    Jackpot~!   I reached back and grabbed for it, stretching as far as I could. I grinned as I felt my fingers wrap around the neck, sitting back up and giving the bottle a little hug. I felt like a kid on Christmas, opening up my jeans like a gift from Santa. I was about to pull my panties down when the driver behind me decided to let me know the light was green.   HONK!!   I tensed up, my thighs slamming together as I dropped the bottle. I silently raged in my head, hitting the gas and lurching forward. At the earliest opportunity, I pulled over. I swear I had never had to pee this badly in my life. I felt around for the bottle, picking it up and getting my panties down. I was seconds away. Seconds were all I had left. I was completely focused on the task at hand. I was in a world of my very own, pressing the bottle’s lips against my own. It was time. Sadly, the universe disagreed.   “Stacey!? Stacey Marsh! It’s me, Franklin!”   Of all the people to get in the way of my sorely needed relief, Franklin? My cheating ex-boyfriend from high school? Why was he even talking to me!? No time to think about that, I dropped the bottle and hid my shame, zipping up just as he came up to my window.   “What’s up, Stace? I haven’t seen you in years!”   “Yeah, it’s been a while, huh?” I’m sure my politeness sounded forced, but I was beyond caring.   “No kidding…hey what are you doing later? Since you’re back in town, we should really catch up, get a few…uhh….are you okay?”   I had started to tremble from the sheer effort it took to keep from peeing. Then, I had an epiphany. What do I care more about, relieving my tortured bladder, or what this complete douchebag thinks of me? The answer couldn’t have been more clear.    “What’s that sound? Are you…holy shit, you are! What the hell? Christ, you’re even crazier than you were in high school. Ever heard of a toilet? I mean, how old are you?” Franklin went on like that, but I couldn’t hear him too well after driving away, pee gushing through my jeans and pooling under my butt. I grinned, enjoying myself as I drove down my parents’ street. Peeing had never felt so good, and the cozy warmth made it all the sweeter.   It was humiliating, watching my parents double take as their greetings were cut short by the sight of their adult daughter with soaking wet pants. they were concerned at first, but after I told them the story they were a lot more understanding. Once I had a shower and a change of clothes, I was feeling much better. My dad insisted on paying for the new car seat, so I painted a portrait of him in exchange. At the time, I was beside myself with embarrassment, but nowadays we just look back on that day and laugh.   It felt good to be home.
  24. Upvote
    Axis got a reaction from Bismiris in Returning Home   
    Returning Home
    by Axis Ying       Four years, three major switches, two decent friends, and one last crazy night of fun and vodka before going back home to Colorado. That’s how I would sum up my college experience.    My name is Stacey, a smallish girl with biggish plans. Now that I have a piece of paper that says I know how to draw, my art career will surely take off. But that’s not what this is about. You wanna hear about how I wet my pants, right? I don’t blame you. It’s a fairly interesting story if you ask me.   I woke up with a headache and a full bladder. I took pills for one and emptied out the other, I’m sure you can figure out which is which. My roommate Bethany was waiting to say goodbye, as she was a couple months behind me in school and would be staying a little longer. I got ready to leave, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, thanking her for the good times as she did the same to me. I’d already bid farewell to my friends and favorite professors, so it was time to get in my Civic and head home. It was a six hour journey and I was hung over like clothes on a line, so I thought there’d be no harm in making myself a coffee-tea combo to get me through the long trip without zoning out and crashing my car.   This would turn out to be a huge mistake.   It wasn’t until a couple of hours’ driving that my body started trying to get my attention. “Um, you should probably find somewhere to pee,” it seemed to say. No big deal, I thought to myself. Find a McDonald’s or a truck stop, or at worst, pull over where no one’s around. The closer I got to my mountainous home, the hillier it got. I started climbing over a large slope, unable to see anything beyond it as I drove toward the top. Beginning to squirm, I hoped to see somewhere to relieve myself on the other side. I reached the summit, and peered beyond the hill. My hopes were dashed across an ocean of traffic, blocking my way forward. I got as far forward as I could before stopping and crossing my legs in my seat. I ranted to myself about how bullshit this was and how people shouldn’t even be up this early, occasionally reaching down to give myself a quick squeeze.   Time slowed to a crawl, it seemed, as traffic inched forward every few minutes. I bounced in my seat, staring at the car in front of me like it would disappear if I did so hard enough. To my amazement, it actually sort of worked. Not unlike what I was urged to let my bladder do, traffic began to flow forward at a steady pace. My lips formed a smile and I hit the gas, happy to be moving again. “Phew…” I said to myself, “I thought I was gonna piss my pants!” Poor Stacey of the past, you naïve girl.   Fun fact about mountain roads, some of them can stretch on seemingly forever without actually coming across any civilization. The natural air was nice, though, so I lowered my window to enjoy it. I kept curving my way around the rocky terrain, wishing I had the courage and complete lack of dignity to get out of my car and water one of the trees that passed me by without worrying about anyone seeing me. My bladder was really starting to get to me, urging me to forget about how expensive and embarrassing it would be to just let go. Just as I started seriously considering granting my body’s request, a town came into view. Finally, a place to- oh, it’s a sign for a realtor. I frowned, narrowing my eyes as I passed the picture of a future local development. I had never felt hatred for a billboard before that moment. I giggled to myself as I thought of peeing on it, seeing that as a fitting punishment for making me think I was close to relief. Nevertheless, I had to keep going before I ran out of time. I was actually not far from home at this point. I didn’t like the idea of my first time seeing them in almost a year being me bowling them over to get to the bathroom, moaning as I gushed into their toilet, but my options were becoming limited.   I felt the first leak as I rounded a corner, driving past my old middle school. The adjusted speed limit could suck my nonexistent dick, I was a woman on a mission. The red light at the end of the street was harder to ignore, though I managed to do so until I noticed it about two seconds before I was gonna run right through into opposing traffic. I hit the brakes, my seatbelt digging uncomfortably into my bladder as I skidded to a stop. Needless to say, a little more of my precious urine escaped into my panties. I wanted to check my jeans but cringed at the thought of bending over. It was then that I heard the unmistakable sound of a plastic bottle rolling around in the backseat, having been knocked loose from my sudden stop.    Jackpot~!   I reached back and grabbed for it, stretching as far as I could. I grinned as I felt my fingers wrap around the neck, sitting back up and giving the bottle a little hug. I felt like a kid on Christmas, opening up my jeans like a gift from Santa. I was about to pull my panties down when the driver behind me decided to let me know the light was green.   HONK!!   I tensed up, my thighs slamming together as I dropped the bottle. I silently raged in my head, hitting the gas and lurching forward. At the earliest opportunity, I pulled over. I swear I had never had to pee this badly in my life. I felt around for the bottle, picking it up and getting my panties down. I was seconds away. Seconds were all I had left. I was completely focused on the task at hand. I was in a world of my very own, pressing the bottle’s lips against my own. It was time. Sadly, the universe disagreed.   “Stacey!? Stacey Marsh! It’s me, Franklin!”   Of all the people to get in the way of my sorely needed relief, Franklin? My cheating ex-boyfriend from high school? Why was he even talking to me!? No time to think about that, I dropped the bottle and hid my shame, zipping up just as he came up to my window.   “What’s up, Stace? I haven’t seen you in years!”   “Yeah, it’s been a while, huh?” I’m sure my politeness sounded forced, but I was beyond caring.   “No kidding…hey what are you doing later? Since you’re back in town, we should really catch up, get a few…uhh….are you okay?”   I had started to tremble from the sheer effort it took to keep from peeing. Then, I had an epiphany. What do I care more about, relieving my tortured bladder, or what this complete douchebag thinks of me? The answer couldn’t have been more clear.    “What’s that sound? Are you…holy shit, you are! What the hell? Christ, you’re even crazier than you were in high school. Ever heard of a toilet? I mean, how old are you?” Franklin went on like that, but I couldn’t hear him too well after driving away, pee gushing through my jeans and pooling under my butt. I grinned, enjoying myself as I drove down my parents’ street. Peeing had never felt so good, and the cozy warmth made it all the sweeter.   It was humiliating, watching my parents double take as their greetings were cut short by the sight of their adult daughter with soaking wet pants. they were concerned at first, but after I told them the story they were a lot more understanding. Once I had a shower and a change of clothes, I was feeling much better. My dad insisted on paying for the new car seat, so I painted a portrait of him in exchange. At the time, I was beside myself with embarrassment, but nowadays we just look back on that day and laugh.   It felt good to be home.
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    Returning Home
    by Axis Ying       Four years, three major switches, two decent friends, and one last crazy night of fun and vodka before going back home to Colorado. That’s how I would sum up my college experience.    My name is Stacey, a smallish girl with biggish plans. Now that I have a piece of paper that says I know how to draw, my art career will surely take off. But that’s not what this is about. You wanna hear about how I wet my pants, right? I don’t blame you. It’s a fairly interesting story if you ask me.   I woke up with a headache and a full bladder. I took pills for one and emptied out the other, I’m sure you can figure out which is which. My roommate Bethany was waiting to say goodbye, as she was a couple months behind me in school and would be staying a little longer. I got ready to leave, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, thanking her for the good times as she did the same to me. I’d already bid farewell to my friends and favorite professors, so it was time to get in my Civic and head home. It was a six hour journey and I was hung over like clothes on a line, so I thought there’d be no harm in making myself a coffee-tea combo to get me through the long trip without zoning out and crashing my car.   This would turn out to be a huge mistake.   It wasn’t until a couple of hours’ driving that my body started trying to get my attention. “Um, you should probably find somewhere to pee,” it seemed to say. No big deal, I thought to myself. Find a McDonald’s or a truck stop, or at worst, pull over where no one’s around. The closer I got to my mountainous home, the hillier it got. I started climbing over a large slope, unable to see anything beyond it as I drove toward the top. Beginning to squirm, I hoped to see somewhere to relieve myself on the other side. I reached the summit, and peered beyond the hill. My hopes were dashed across an ocean of traffic, blocking my way forward. I got as far forward as I could before stopping and crossing my legs in my seat. I ranted to myself about how bullshit this was and how people shouldn’t even be up this early, occasionally reaching down to give myself a quick squeeze.   Time slowed to a crawl, it seemed, as traffic inched forward every few minutes. I bounced in my seat, staring at the car in front of me like it would disappear if I did so hard enough. To my amazement, it actually sort of worked. Not unlike what I was urged to let my bladder do, traffic began to flow forward at a steady pace. My lips formed a smile and I hit the gas, happy to be moving again. “Phew…” I said to myself, “I thought I was gonna piss my pants!” Poor Stacey of the past, you naïve girl.   Fun fact about mountain roads, some of them can stretch on seemingly forever without actually coming across any civilization. The natural air was nice, though, so I lowered my window to enjoy it. I kept curving my way around the rocky terrain, wishing I had the courage and complete lack of dignity to get out of my car and water one of the trees that passed me by without worrying about anyone seeing me. My bladder was really starting to get to me, urging me to forget about how expensive and embarrassing it would be to just let go. Just as I started seriously considering granting my body’s request, a town came into view. Finally, a place to- oh, it’s a sign for a realtor. I frowned, narrowing my eyes as I passed the picture of a future local development. I had never felt hatred for a billboard before that moment. I giggled to myself as I thought of peeing on it, seeing that as a fitting punishment for making me think I was close to relief. Nevertheless, I had to keep going before I ran out of time. I was actually not far from home at this point. I didn’t like the idea of my first time seeing them in almost a year being me bowling them over to get to the bathroom, moaning as I gushed into their toilet, but my options were becoming limited.   I felt the first leak as I rounded a corner, driving past my old middle school. The adjusted speed limit could suck my nonexistent dick, I was a woman on a mission. The red light at the end of the street was harder to ignore, though I managed to do so until I noticed it about two seconds before I was gonna run right through into opposing traffic. I hit the brakes, my seatbelt digging uncomfortably into my bladder as I skidded to a stop. Needless to say, a little more of my precious urine escaped into my panties. I wanted to check my jeans but cringed at the thought of bending over. It was then that I heard the unmistakable sound of a plastic bottle rolling around in the backseat, having been knocked loose from my sudden stop.    Jackpot~!   I reached back and grabbed for it, stretching as far as I could. I grinned as I felt my fingers wrap around the neck, sitting back up and giving the bottle a little hug. I felt like a kid on Christmas, opening up my jeans like a gift from Santa. I was about to pull my panties down when the driver behind me decided to let me know the light was green.   HONK!!   I tensed up, my thighs slamming together as I dropped the bottle. I silently raged in my head, hitting the gas and lurching forward. At the earliest opportunity, I pulled over. I swear I had never had to pee this badly in my life. I felt around for the bottle, picking it up and getting my panties down. I was seconds away. Seconds were all I had left. I was completely focused on the task at hand. I was in a world of my very own, pressing the bottle’s lips against my own. It was time. Sadly, the universe disagreed.   “Stacey!? Stacey Marsh! It’s me, Franklin!”   Of all the people to get in the way of my sorely needed relief, Franklin? My cheating ex-boyfriend from high school? Why was he even talking to me!? No time to think about that, I dropped the bottle and hid my shame, zipping up just as he came up to my window.   “What’s up, Stace? I haven’t seen you in years!”   “Yeah, it’s been a while, huh?” I’m sure my politeness sounded forced, but I was beyond caring.   “No kidding…hey what are you doing later? Since you’re back in town, we should really catch up, get a few…uhh….are you okay?”   I had started to tremble from the sheer effort it took to keep from peeing. Then, I had an epiphany. What do I care more about, relieving my tortured bladder, or what this complete douchebag thinks of me? The answer couldn’t have been more clear.    “What’s that sound? Are you…holy shit, you are! What the hell? Christ, you’re even crazier than you were in high school. Ever heard of a toilet? I mean, how old are you?” Franklin went on like that, but I couldn’t hear him too well after driving away, pee gushing through my jeans and pooling under my butt. I grinned, enjoying myself as I drove down my parents’ street. Peeing had never felt so good, and the cozy warmth made it all the sweeter.   It was humiliating, watching my parents double take as their greetings were cut short by the sight of their adult daughter with soaking wet pants. they were concerned at first, but after I told them the story they were a lot more understanding. Once I had a shower and a change of clothes, I was feeling much better. My dad insisted on paying for the new car seat, so I painted a portrait of him in exchange. At the time, I was beside myself with embarrassment, but nowadays we just look back on that day and laugh.   It felt good to be home.
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