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  1. I’m back after a long time away from the site for personal stuff! I went out with friends tonight. At the end, they chose to go to a club. I HATE clubbing, so I decided to stay back alone and wait for them and have some omo fun instead. I’m in a packed pub- for any UK people, it’s a Wetherspoons at 11:10PM. I’m DYING for a wee. I have no idea how I’m gonna hold it much longer as I’m busting rn. I can’t stand still, I’m so tempted to hold myself but I know it’s wrong in public. Messing related content below: Wish me luck!
  2. Hi! Not been online for a very long time, but coming back now and gonna hold alongside you tonight! Good luck!
  3. I doubt I could tell. But then again, biological male here who almost always pees sitting down, so I'm not the best judge.
  4. By the time we get in that night, I’m so desperate for a piss that I almost need to hold myself to stay dry. The only thing stopping me is fear of what Charlotte might say if she sees me squirming like a little boy. She can be harsh when she’s been drinking. We’ve been out since seven, on a grand tour of the local pubs and bars, running into old friends left, right and centre. Of course, both of us have knocked back a fair few glasses, but that’s not even the main reason why I’m dying for the toilet now. I haven’t been for hours, purely because I hate leaving Charlotte alone at bars when it gets late. I’d rather wet myself than risk something happening to her- and now, a couple of hours into the new day, I’m finally about to empty the bladder that’s given me agony since midnight. “Come on,” she slurs as she closes the front door behind her, “bed”. We both know that bed means sex, and I’m not opposed to that idea at all, but for both of our sakes I know I need to make a detour to the bathroom first. “I’ll see you in there,” I tell her. She doesn’t need to ask to know that I have to pee. After all this time together, Charlotte is well aware that I get desperate for the toilet when I drink a lot of booze. So we split up there- she heads to the bedroom to get ready for some action, and I hobble through the dark corridor toward the only place in the house where I’m permitted to empty my bladder. In the blackness, the one room where the light is always kept on is the loo; Charlotte quickly got tired of having to struggle to find her way in the dark whenever she needed to relieve herself in the night. The crack of light seeping through where the door is partially open illuminates my path like a star. I waddle towards it, unbearably desperate now that I know I’m so close. Away from my girlfriend’s eyes, I can finally reach down and squeeze my cock hard, which barely does enough to stop me from making a puddle on the floor. I push through the bathroom door… and almost have a heart attack. Lily is perched on the toilet seat, wearing nothing but a too-small pyjama top and a pair of cotton shorts bunched up around her ankles. Her hair is dishevelled, her eyes half-open. In one hand she holds her phone, with what looks like Twitter open. She looks utterly unsurprised to see me burst in on her at 2AM. She barely even glances up when I enter, but I, on the other hand, freeze completely with panic. Her walking in on me was one thing, and one thing I never plan to tell Charlotte about, but this… this one is on me. This could be big trouble. And as I stand there, drunkenly trying to remind myself how to turn and flee, I realise that I’m still gripping my dick through my jeans with one hand. “Good night?” she asks sleepily. I don’t know what to do. I can hardly leave, now she’s asked a question. Sober me would have panicked and changed the subject before making some excuse to get out of there, but right now I’m not thinking half as clearly. So I stammer a response. “Yeah, thanks…” I stutter, “sorry, I’ll wait outside”. “You can stay,” she tells me, and I remember that morning again in a flash, “just close the door, or Charlotte will hear”. Though I’ll never be able to explain why, I close the door- with me still on her side of it. It clicks shut. Now my initial shock is fading, I’m quickly being reminded how badly I have to urinate. “You look desperate,” Lily observes dryly. She’s not wrong, but my cheeks blush at being called out like that. “It’s not too bad,” I lie, trying to save face. It is bad. It’s so bad I seriously think I’m going to piss myself right here. I don’t want to imagine what my girlfriend’s sister might say if my jeans turn from denim to navy, pee pooling on the floor by my feet. But I can feel it, nonetheless, the first jet of hot urine right at the tip of my dick. It’s waiting to squirt out of me. And just before it does… “Sink’s right behind you, mate,” she says quietly. “What?” “The sink. Just wee in there,” she urges, brushing her hair out of her face with one hand. It’s so sorely tempting… but I know it’s wrong. “I can’t do that. Charlotte would kill me”. “I won’t tell,” she promises, “besides, there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s totally fine”. “I can’t… go… in front of you,” I protest, but the truth is my resistance is fading. I’m running out of options. The last time I was this busting to pee, I didn’t make it. Even drunk, I can’t risk a repeat of that right now. “Fine, have it your way,” she says, “but you should know I’m going to be a while, if you know what I mean”. I know exactly what she means, and I know I can’t wait that long. Desperation has made up my mind for me. Face burning with shame, I turn away from her and face the mirror. From this angle I can see her unfazed reflection just as plainly as I had that morning, though the alcohol makes it blurry this time. “Okay,” I concede, “I’m sorry”. “Sorry for what?” she asks earnestly as I unzip my fly and wrestle my aching member from my boxers, “don’t sweat it, dude. I’ve been in your shoes before”. Even as every instinct I possess screams at me not to take a leak in the sink with my girlfriend’s sister a few feet behind me, my desperate bladder gives in and hot piss starts to dribble from the tip of my penis. I can’t bring myself to make eye contact with Lily’s reflection, let alone Lily herself, though I know she has no qualms with it. “But I really shouldn’t be doing this in front of… you, you know?” The words almost become a sigh of relief as my trickle picks up into a gushing flow. I fight to remain calm. “I don’t care,” Lily says with a shrug. “When you’ve gotta go, you know?” I don’t know what to say to that, so I look down instead, watching the colourless stream slide down the drain. “Thanks,” I mutter. “Don’t mention it,” she says, checking something on her phone. After what feels like a very long time, I finally feel empty. More self-conscious than I know I should be (there’s no way she can see my dick from where she’s sitting, even in the mirror), I shake the drops off the end and tuck it away. Then I wash my hands as fast as I can and head to the door… but before I can leave she opens her mouth. “Wipe down the sink quick,” Lily advises me. She stifles a yawn with the back of her left hand. “If you don’t rinse it, it’ll smell like wee in the morning”. I do as she says, eager to do anything to prevent Charlotte finding out about this exchange. Though I’ve gone out of my way to make sure I see as little of Lily’s thighs, butt and crotch as possible, I’m certain my girlfriend would not be happy if she learned what had gone on here tonight- even if I haven’t technically done anything wrong, have I? Nature called and I answered, with no little encouragement from Lily. “How do you know that?” I ask, “about the sink”. She smiles coyly at me. I don’t see because I still can’t bring myself to look directly at her. But I can hear it in her voice. “Is a girl not allowed to know things now?” she asks, and at that I consider the matter closed.
  5. It's common knowledge among my friends, honestly. I don't bring it up because I don't want to risk making anyone uncomfortable but there are a lot of good-natured jokes about it at my expense. They also know I write commission stories about pee.
  6. I guess you could call this a prequel to my story For Science, in which the female lead alludes to having some accidents while being engrossed in the game Minecraft. I was in the mood to write a full story about that, and here it is! The character in this story is past her eighteenth birthday, as are all my characters in all my stories. -------------------------------------------------- "Huh!" "Grrrrr" "Hssssssss" "Shit!" she hissed out loud, "Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!" April spammed her W key, suddenly spurred on by blind panic. Her character sprinted forward, falling just a few blocks as the Creeper exploded loudly behind her. She rushed away, through the darkness of the cave until she was sure she wasn't being followed; it would be suicide to stand still on half a heart while a Skeleton lurked nearby. Frantically, April built up a wall around her, blocking out the approaching enemies. She couldn't believe it had come to this so quickly. Seconds ago everything had been fine, but before she knew it she had been plunged into a world of chaos. Typical me, she thought as she forced her character to gobble down a few steaks, complacent until it's almost too late. When her hunger bar was finally repleted, April let her right hand slip off of her mouse and snake down to her crotch, which had been neglected for too long. From years of experience, she was well used to fanning her thighs together furiously while she gamed, knees knocking with every inward swing. But eventually she would always reach the point where that wasn't enough. She was there now; squirming was on the brink of failing her, and the only way she could preserve the continued dryness of her underwear was with the pressure of her own fingers. It was an equation to April. It was little more than scientific fact- her bladder had reached capacity, and now she needed to add the forces of her hand to balance out her growing need to urinate. Holding herself there felt childish, she had to admit. It was inappropriate for the adult woman that she had become, and yet she still caught herself doing it from time to time. As much as squeezing her crotch to hold her urine was something April had assumed she'd grow out of, her eighteenth birthday had come and gone weeks ago, but she still had to count on her right hand to help hold it sometimes. Gently massaging her private area felt good, if she was honest, and it really took the edge off of her desperate need to use the loo. But then April's health bar was full again, and she dragged her hand back to the mouse. She had to pee- and badly. That was beyond denial now. April, though, refused to just log out anywhere. Whether she called it OCD or just perfectionism, it made no matter: there was only one place she ever felt satisfied to exit the game, and that was right beside the bed she'd built in her wooden house almost fifty blocks above. April had never logged off anywhere other than that bedroom and she didn't intend to start now. She needed to hold it throughout the journey back to the surface... and that would involve keeping her hand off her genitals. Determined, she broke two of the blocks penning her in. The co-ordinates by the side of her screen told her that she had some way to climb before she could resurface, and food was almost running dry. April took a deep breath. She was asking a lot of herself. But it had to be done, and she was never the type to procrastinate, so she took her first steps back into the pitch-black cave. "Fuck, I need a wee," she muttered under her breath as she guided her character back into the cavernous space. There were mobs in there- she could see them already. But she couldn't afford to be careful. Her bladder was close to bursting point, demanding that she got up and made a beeline for the toilet that very second. Only her mind forced her to stay seated. Her mind understood that she couldn't log off until she was safely back where she'd started. April dashed past the mobs she'd escaped earlier, unable to stop for even a couple of seconds. "I need a fucking wee," she murmured, grateful that nobody else in the house was awake to hear her. April was not usually a swearer. She'd been raised never to use bad words, and so she didn't... with a few exceptions. Sometimes she couldn't help herself. When she was taken by surprise, when she was really scared or angry... and when she desperately needed the loo. This was one of the latter times. April could feel herself on the verge of leaking, but she knew that taking her hand off her mouse would mean likely death in the game. So she pushed on, squeezing her thighs together tight. The nearest toilet was barely ten metres away. The walk was only five seconds. But April would not go until she was done on the computer. She was a big girl, after all, and she was determined to hold it.
  7. We played for half an hour before I started to really need to go again. April kicked my ass. She was a goddess at the game, drifting around the corners with ease and hitting every shortcut but one. The only time she missed, she burped quietly and blamed the wine, insisting that she would usually hit that jump every time. I couldn’t help but believe her- she was incredible, and I never once came close to beating her. After a couple of Cups, April put down her remote and returned to the table. I knew without asking that I should follow and reclaim my seat opposite her. This time she picked up that pair of thick glasses from her side and put them on before she went back to her notebook, running her gaze over the notes she’d taken so far. By the time I was sat down again, she was licking her thumb to turn over and start a new page. I watched in fascination as she drew out a table on the page. Even upside-down, I could read her words clearly. The table was split into three columns and at least half a dozen rows. At the top of the latter two rows she wrote our names. April and Jacob. I noticed that she refrained from using my shorter name- ever the scientist, of course. Then, on the far left of the first row, she scrawled the time 9:25. The time we’d both used the bathroom last. On the next row April wrote the current time- 10:10. It was getting late, no doubt, and I was getting tipsy. April looked up at me. “How badly do you need to use the loo now?” “Pretty bad,” I admitted. My bladder was filling up fast and I doubted I could wait much longer before things got desperate. “I’m looking for a number, Jacob”. I thought about it for a second before I replied, just to make sure I was being accurate. “A seven out of ten,” I decided. “And you?” Unlike me, April didn’t seem to need the time to think. “An eight,” she told me, “I’m way past the point where I’d usually get up to go to the toilet, unless I was really engrossed in my studying”. I looked at her. “And, uh- this holding while studying… do you do it often?” “Oh, yeah,” she nodded, “when I’m in the middle of a chapter, I hate getting up to use the loo. There’s a stain on my desk chair at home that’ll back me up on that”. She gave me a wry smile, and not for the first time I wondered if maybe April was enjoying this. “But don’t tell me you don’t hold it sometimes, just when you get busy”. “I… not really,” I said honestly. “Really? Don’t you play videogames, or anything?” “Yeah,” I told her, “but I just pause it when I have to go. I thought everyone did”. April sucked in air between her teeth. “I don’t,” she said, “I get too involved. Sometimes I keep playing until I’m leaking”. That raised a question I needed the answer to. “And have you ever.. wet yourself? While you’ve been playing games?” Completely unfazed, she nodded at me. “I regret nothing”. My need to pee was only getting worse by now, and I couldn’t help wondering how much longer I could wait before I suffered the humiliation of having to grab my crotch in front of this woman. I needed the reassurance of knowing she was on the same page as me. “When you have to go,” I started, blushing uncontrollably just from asking the question, “do you ever… you know… hold yourself?” April’s expression didn’t change, and yet I thought I saw the faint hint of a smile in her eyes. “Look under the table,” she said. Though it seemed a strange request, I was powerless to do anything but obey. I bent down until my eyeline was well below the table. The sight made me gasp. April’s left hand, which had been hidden from view when I was sitting up straight, was buried between her thighs. Even in the darkness, I could see that she was squeezing her crotch hard. “Does that answer your question?” She asked when I came back up for air. “Yeah,” I admitted, feeling more desperate than ever, “I only ask because I might need to do the same soon”. April shrugged. “Do it,” she told me, “when you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go”.
  8. More commissioned chapters- PM me if you'd like anything for yourself! -------------------------------- They had landed in what looked, to Kate, like something out of a video game. It wasn't night yet, but the city seemed eternally grey, haunted by storm clouds ahead. Fluorescent neon coursed through the veins of Madripoor, creating an endless buzz. The last leg of the flight had not, in truth, been a pleasant one. Turbulence had rocked the plane on more than one occasion. Kate had never been much of a fan of flying, but she liked it a great deal more when her seat didn't jiggle around like a fairground ride, making her stomach turn in circles. Pepper was the first to rise, long before the wheels had stopped turning. She had become a woman permanently in a rush- not without good reason, Kate allowed. "Leave everything in your bags unless you absolutely need it," she told them, "Fury has set up a safe house in the city. All your luggage will be taken there for us. I'll text you all the address later today. We don't have time to waste". They filed off the plane as quickly as the rickety metal staircase would allow, and Kate felt good to be back on solid land again. Somehow, after almost being murdered five or six times, having to climb on and off aircraft every few hours was still by far the thing Kate was hating most about the mission. Still, it would be worth a few bad nights if they found the kid. Personally Kate was starting to doubt that that moment would come, though she'd never say that aloud with Pepper- or anyone else, for that matter- in earshot. With everyone on the runway, it was a little easier to get a proper look at their surroundings. It didn't take a genius to work out that they hadn't landed on a public airstrip; no commercial jet was slender enough to have slotted onto this field, which was so small it barely felt like more than a park. Already men in masks were removing their bags from the plane. Kate wasn't sure if they were undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. agents or just someone working with Fury. She knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. had a presence in Madripoor, from their efforts to capture the Powerbroker, who had turned out to be the gone-rogue former agent Sharon Carter. Sometimes Kate wished she'd taken a leaf out of Sharon's book and just disappeared when the snap had happened. It might have been a whole lot easier. Though it was hard to remember after hours sitting on a plane doing nothing, they really had no time to lose if- as Pepper feared- the girl was somewhere in the city. Carol thought it would be a good idea to split into three teams and cover ground faster, so the seven women gathered just off the runway to be assigned a goal from Pepper. "Shuri will be with me," Pepper explained, pointing her arm towards the south of the city, "this place is teeming with criminals, including Wakandan ones. There's a group of them holed up in an apartment block a few miles south of here, and according to our source they've had dealings with Zemo. I need someone with me who speaks the language". "Won't they recognise... you know... their queen?" "Yeah," said Shuri with a shrug, "but who's gonna believe them? The whole country thinks I'm bedridden with the flu. That's what Okoye is telling them, anyway. I'm accounted for". "Jennifer, Kate," the boss continued, "I need you to check out a warehouse in the east. It's been a long-term storage facility for products manufactured by...?" "Justin Hammer?" Kate said, scratching her back lazily with one hand. "Bingo. It's huge, so I'm hoping your bow and arrow will come in handy, and it's got walls tall enough to keep Jennifer out of public view if she has to go green. The chances of anyone here recognising most of us are slim to none. But even somewhere like this, everybody knows a Hulk when they see one. We can't have our position being given away". That left three women without a team, and Pepper put them together. America and the two Marvels, Kate thought dryly. But as they were splitting up, Kate saw Pepper draw Carol closer for a quiet word. They didn't seem to have been told that Kate could lip read. "...keep an eye on Chavez," Pepper was saying, "I asked Fury about her. He says she's reported to be very powerful. It may be that you're the only one who can take her down if she turns on us”. Kate turned away before they noticed her watching. It was no secret that the women didn't trust America yet, least of all Pepper. But she didn't want to be the root of any trouble. "What was that about?" asked Jennifer as the pair headed east, waiting for Pepper to update their phones with the exact location. "I don't know," Kate lied, "we'll probably find out later". She felt a buzz in her pocket, drew out the modified mobile and saw a GPS signal appear. "It's three miles away, wanna jog?" she teased. "Hell, no," Jennifer said, "we'll get a taxi. I think I can last a ten-minute cab ride without turning into a monster and exposing us". They slipped down an alleyway and into the hustle of the city, wanting to walk far enough away from the others that they wouldn't be seen hailing a cab. Kate didn't think Pepper would be too thrilled with their lack of caution. But she was more interested in this warehouse- something told her Pepper knew more than she let on to send them somewhere so seemingly mundane. Whatever was behind those walls, she doubted it was just a bunch of dusty old machines. ————————————————————————————————————————————— Up close, the streets of Madripoor were just as grim and grimy as they had looked from above. Down every dark alleyway moved shadows that seemed to belong to nobody. Shops with unwashed doors and boarded-up windows lined the sidewalks, and everyone walked with the guilty air of a criminal on the way to their next victim, but without the secrecy usually characteristic of villains in a city where someone might actually try to catch them. Jennifer heard a dozen different languages in the first ten minutes of roaming the place, some of which she even recognised. She remembered enough Spanish from school to understand a sleazy bald man who catcalled them as they passed, and thought the music that slipped through one window was in Japanese. She flipped the bald pervert the bird and let Kate drag her away just as he was looking like starting a scrap. Their attempts to hail a cab had been totally fruitless. For one thing, they couldn't even find one. It made sense to Jennifer that a city where everyone was a crook might not have an official taxi system when she thought about it, so they settled on walking the three miles. They had covered barely one of those when Jennifer started to really feel the weight of her bladder. What had barely been a twinge when they'd landed had quickly turned into something much more pressing. Jennifer didn't know what was up with her lately. Maybe it was the nerves or the excitement of the mission, but she'd been needing to go much more than usual the last few days. Normally she barely ever felt so needy. "I have to use the bathroom," she told Kate as they turned down a side road, following the phone's GPS towards the industrial estate. Kate didn't say anything for a few seconds, as if she was weighing up how to reply. Then she decided: "Yeah, me too," Kate admitted. She kicked an empty can that was sitting on the sidewalk in front of them. Jennifer noticed that it looked, at least in shape, like a normal Coke can- but the packaging was a plain, dull silver instead of red. She wondered what might have been in the can before it was abandoned there. It clattered into a gutter and was still. "But I can hold it," added Kate after a while as if she was worried Jennifer might have thought Kate couldn't. She'd noticed that the young archer was still shy about using the bathroom, even after what they'd been through as a group. "You want a bathroom break?" "Nah," Jennifer said, "it's fine". "You sure?" Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, shooting the younger woman a glance. "Well, I know I can hold it," said Kate, "but I wasn't sure if you wanted to, y'know? Or if you just wanted to go now. We could easily find you an alley, or something". "If you can hold it, I definitely can," Jennifer said indignantly. Kate scoffed. "Really?" she asked, "what about at the gas station? I'm pretty sure you weren't holding it when you disappeared behind the building". Jennifer's face burned at the memory. "That's different," she said, "that was... not pee. And anyway, the only reason you held it longer is because you were all clogged up". "That wasn't the only reason," Kate said, though now it was her turn to blush. "I can hold it longer than any of you, that's the point". A car pulled by quickly. Jennifer made a face. "Longer than Kamala or Shuri? Sure, but not me. No way". She wanted to laugh at Kate's sheer cheek. She knew she had a bigger bladder than this kid. She was a Hulk, after all, and she wasn't going to be defeated by a puny human with no powers. "Especially you," Kate insisted. What the hell, Jennifer thought, this is gonna be a long walk anyway. "Care to make it interesting?" she offered, tilting her head. Kate laughed. "You're on," she said, "last person to use the bathroom wins". "And is officially the better holder," Jennifer added. "And that". They quickly fell into a comfortable silence after that, leaving Kate to wonder if she'd made a mistake. She knew she was too stubborn to give in to Jennifer even if she really had to go, which could easily end in soaked underwear if Jennifer really did have a bigger capacity than her. That stubbornness and refusal to lose was what had made her a great archer, but there were times- like now- where it could be more of a curse than a blessing. The group would probably have to burn these clothes if they didn't want S.H.I.E.L.D. asking why some articles had been pissed and pooped in numerous times in just a few days. Not wanting to think about that, Kate turned her attention back to the city around them. It was gross, dangerous and teeming with bad, bad people. She couldn't help thinking that she might fit in here. It made her think of Clint, before his retirement. He'd have been able to survive in a place like this, too, except he'd have hated every last second of it. He always preferred being with his family on the farm to going on missions, while Kate felt his opposite. Another twenty minutes went by, and Kate really did have to pee badly now. She was in too much discomfort to fool herself into thinking she could wait longer than another half an hour at most, though she would never give Jennifer the satisfaction of admitting it. Walking only made it worse. Her full, bloated bladder bounced with each step, litres of pee sloshing around in there, knowing it would soon be running free between her legs whether she wanted it to or not. Kate wanted to hold herself, but she was still too embarrassed to show any sign of having to go unless she had absolutely no choice left. Jennifer eyed Kate suspiciously. "You gotta go bad, huh?" Kate's face burned hot and she looked away, but kept on walking. They were almost at the warehouse. "No," she lied. "You're taking smaller steps, your thighs are glued together and you've barely said a word in a quarter of an hour. I can tell you have to pee, and I don't think you can wait much longer". Kate hated herself for being so obvious. Her poker face was one of the things she prided herself on most; Clint had taught her never to let someone know what you were thinking with your body language or expression. If Jennifer could read her so easily, she must be losing her touch. "Don't worry, kid," Jennifer said, "I have to pee pretty bad too". Though Kate didn't appreciate being called a kid, the news that Jennifer was struggling too made her feel a little better. "Look, the most important thing here is the mission. We could call it a draw? Pee down a side street somewhere, go check out this warehouse. What do you think?" Kate was about to agree, but then she remembered how dead-set certain Jennifer had been that Kate couldn't hold it longer than her. She knew she had to prove her wrong, or else she'd be seen as barely more than a kid for the rest of the mission. And there was another reason she wanted to hold it, though that was to be kept strictly secret- Kate had to poop, too, and she didn't have anything on her she could use as toilet paper. If she squatted for a leak, she was sure something murky brown would come out too. "No chance," Kate said, "the contest still stands". The warehouse came into view not long after- a huge, grey, hulking shape that towered over every other building for half a mile around. It was the first structure Kate had seen all day that looked big enough to be holding any of the Hammer tech she'd ever come across, so it wasn't hard to pick out which warehouse was their target. Kate was busting by the time they arrived at the foot of the building, and so was Jennifer- now that Kate was looking for the signs, she saw plenty in her companion's demeanour to suggest as much. Both women were surprised not to see a single man around as they hopped the fence around the perimeter. Of course, no security guard was going to have much hope of stopping Jennifer once she transformed, but they had still expected some resistance from Hammer's people. Instead it was eerily quiet, and Jennifer led the way towards a totally unguarded door in the side of one long, dull wall. Kate wondered if that meant the group's arrival in the city had somehow not been detected yet. Usually the bad guys had their ways of finding this stuff out. As much as Kate's bladder was irritating her, she needed to poop almost as badly now. She'd let out a couple of small, silent farts at the end of the walk, and if Jennifer had noticed she had opted to say nothing, for which Kate was grateful. Her bowels weren't exactly full... this was something else, something much hotter, wetter, looser. For once, she wasn't going to need to strain to push this one out. For once, Kate wasn't grateful for the help. They came to a stop outside the door, where Kate unsheathed a purple-tipped arrow from the slim sheath on her back, hidden by her hoodie. This one wasn't for shooting; she stuck it in the lock and the door clicked open seconds later. "Okay," Jennifer said, one leg crossed over the other, unwilling to cede the victory to Kate in spite of what was at stake, "last chance to pee?" Kate would have liked nothing more than to squat right there and piss until she was empty, but she didn't want to risk messing herself, nor did she like the idea of Jennifer's claim to be better at holding going unpunished. "No," said Kate grimly, "we're going in". ——————————————————————————————————— As much as Pepper Potts wanted to focus on the possibility that the key to finding her daughter was just through the next door, she couldn't stop thinking about how badly she had to shit. The urge had hit her suddenly after they landed and it wasn't going to go away any time soon. Whether it was stress or diet, her bowels had been acting up big time since the mission began, and that was manifesting itself yet again as a dire urge to use the toilet. Her butt felt sore from holding in what felt like a massive load for the whole journey through Madripoor. Shuri was having the same problem, Pepper knew, though she was too proud to admit it. The girl had gone deathly quiet and she was walking as only someone trying to clench their buttcheeks walked. They'd only known each other properly for a few days, but already Pepper knew exactly how the Queen of Wakanda looked when she was trying to hold in a dump. Well, if she's not going to say it, I will. "You have to use the bathroom," Pepper said. It wasn't a question. Shuri looked away. "Yes," she said simply. Pepper could empathise with the poor woman. They were both similar in that respect- neither liked to admit when they had to go, instead trying to be proud and concentrate on the task at hand. She wanted to let Shuri go right now, but she couldn't wait outside the door any longer when she knew that some crucial information could lie on the other side of the door they were standing beside. "Me too," Pepper said comfortingly, "we'll find somewhere to go right after we deal with these scumbags, okay?" Shuri swallowed. "Okay," she agreed. Pepper kicked the door down. What waited for them on the other side was not at all what Pepper had been expecting. The room was silent as a church; everything stood still. There were the criminals they'd been promised, all right... bodies strewn around the place, on the couch, at a desk, across the floor. All of them were bleeding from somewhere. Pepper had seen dead bodies before, but nothing on this scale. The chilling sight made her bowels feel heavy and loose, and for a moment she thought she was going to mess herself in fear. She couldn't help noticing that the room did not smell. Pepper had been in rooms with long-dead bodies before, and there was always a smell. A hand moved on the floor nearby, making Shuri jump so suddenly that Pepper thought the girl had surely had an accident. Tony Stark's widow wasted no time, flicking into action and pouncing to stamp on the man's feeble arm. He looked up at them, blood dripping from his mouth- a local, from the looks of him. "Hammer," Pepper demanded. She had no time to be sympathetic towards the dying man. When he didn't answer, she put more of her weight on his wrist. "Where is he?" "Warehouse..." he croaked, then something that sounded like water. Pepper looked at him with something approaching pity. He was going to die, she realised. They could save him if they took him to a hospital right away... but all she could think about now was the warehouse. She assumed he was talking about the same place she'd sent two of her colleagues. The thought of leaving Shuri there to look after the wounded man occurred to Pepper, and yet the cold part of her brain knew she needed Shuri to watch her back. Pepper lifted her foot off of him and whirled around, forcing herself to forget about the painful death that she was condemning this criminal to. "We're going to that warehouse," she announced, trying to ignore the fact that she was dying for a shit and would probably do it in her pants before they got there. Shuri, to her credit, did not flinch. She followed Pepper out of the room and let the door slam shut behind them. Pepper extracted her phone from her pocket and tried to ring first Jennifer, then Kate, but got no reply. "Sorry, Shuri," Pepper said, "we're going to have to hold it a little longer. We're going after them". With that, she shoved her phone away and started taking the stairs down two at a time. It was sorely tempting to suit up and fly Shuri over, but she knew that would attract too much attention and put them both in danger. Instead, all Pepper could do was run... and try and ignore the way her shit was poking out of her ass, desperate to slide out and nestle in her underwear. She didn't much like the idea of fighting bad guys with a turd in her pants.
  9. I freeze like a statue, my brain struggling to comprehend what I’m seeing. I knew there was no lock, of course, but I didn’t think that I’d have any problems; everyone in the family has lived without a lock on the bathroom door for years, so Charlotte’s promised me that as long as I close it all the way I won’t be disturbed while I’m in here. Except that’s obviously not true, because Lily has just sauntered in as if there’s nothing out of the ordinary about the situation at all. Too stunned to move, I’m watching Lily’s movement behind me via the mirror. She looks a little different to last night. Shoulder-length brown hair frames a pale, freckled face, with big blue eyes just like Charlotte’s. But the make-up she’d been wearing when I met her is gone, and so she looks closer to her actual age, which is nineteen. She still looks half-asleep as she crosses the room, but I daren’t turn to face her, instead looking stoically into the mirror. Even though she’s walked in voluntarily on me, I feel like a voyeur even being present for what she’s doing. My breath catches in my throat as Lily pulls down her pyjama bottoms, spins around and plants her bum on the toilet seat… and though I don’t mean to, I catch a glimpse of those pale, smooth cheeks before she turns. A second later, the sound of pee tinkling into the bowl below fills the room. It’s a sound I’ve heard a million times before, though never from a woman. And there’s another noise, too- the sound of Lily sighing in relief. That does it for me- I know I’ve seen enough. But as I go to leave, I remember that my left hand is still clutching the toothbrush I’d been about to use, a glob of paste on the end. “Are you gonna brush your teeth on the landing?” Lily asks dryly, tilting her head with a faint air of curiosity. I don’t know what to say. “Er- no,” I splutter, cheeks reddening, “I mean… yes. I thought I’d give you some privacy”. “Why?” She asks, in a voice that clearly indicates that she doesn’t see what the big deal is, “stay. You were here first. I won’t be long”. Now I’m really confused. My girlfriend, who I’ve been with for two years, who I’ve shared a bed and a toothbrush with, has never let me be so much as near the room while she uses the toilet. Now her sister- a woman I met twelve hours ago- is going right behind me, and she doesn’t seem to mind the audience at all? My brain doesn’t know how to process this information. But, for some bizarre reason, I realise I can’t just leave. That would be rude, especially after she explicitly told me she doesn’t want me to go. So I return to the sink and start to brush my teeth, wondering what on earth Charlotte would say if she walked in on this. To make matters worse, I can’t help but feel a little underdressed. I’m wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a tattered pair of boxers that have long since been my substitute for pyjamas, meaning Lily is getting a good view of my barely-clothed arse right now. A scolding voice in my head slaps that thought away- it’s beyond narcissistic of me to even consider that she might be looking. And all the while I can hear her pissing a waterfall into the loo. When that sound dies out, I see Lily reach for the toilet paper beside her, tearing off a few squares. That’s my cue to get out of there for real. I don’t want to still be around when- It’s too late. Lily opens her legs to wipe and I force myself to look away. I don’t want to see any of it. Suddenly all my insecurities about looking prudish or rude are gone- I just need to look anywhere where I can’t see my girlfriend’s sister wiping her crotch just a few metres behind me. So I finish brushing my teeth, spit the paste as politely as possible into the sink and wash the brush off. “I really don’t mind waiting outside next time,” I say, blushing even further. Lily drops the wet paper into the bowl and flushes with one hand. I have to avert my eyes again as she stands and pulls up her pyjama shorts. Her sex is only in view for a fraction of a second, but in that time I learn that it is hairless and slightly pink, which is a million times more detail than I would ever have wanted to know. “Don’t be silly,” she tuts… but I know she can see that she’s embarrassed me, because she stops on the way out. “Sorry about that,” she says, “usually I’d wait, but I was absolutely busting. I’m sure it’s nothing you haven’t seen before”. Before I can answer, she’s gone again, leaving nothing behind but the faint smell of wee and my stunned, blushing face in the mirror.
  10. Noot

    female Fakes?

    Your suggestion that clear pee is probably fake implies a pretty big gap in your understanding of how pee works? Clear pee is not unusual at all if the person is particularly hydrated. No reason to believe it's fake. Anyway, almost all pee videos are easier to do for real than to convincingly fake.
  11. Definitely, this is only part one of what will probably be ten or twelve chapters!
  12. This one will have sexual content! Sex is part of a lot of my stories but this isn’t by any means gonna be a porno. Feel free to skip those parts of it’s really not for you. I’ve seen a couple long-term readers of my work who aren’t into poop, and most of my stories contain poop… oops. Sorry everyone. So this one is a pure pee story! Hope you enjoy. ———————————————————————— “I’m coming!” Charlotte buries her face in my neck as her whole body convulses with the pleasure of orgasm. I feel hot, sour morning breath on my cheek and chestnut hair tickling my chin. As her muscles tense up, the sensation proves too much for me and I explode inside her, holding her close, feeling her slowly calm down and be still again. It takes a long time for both of us to finish finishing. For a moment we just lie there, calm, content. I love the feeling of her uneven breasts squishing against my chest, hard nipples digging into my flesh. I love to stroke her hair as she’s lying on me. By now I can really feel the urgency of my morning piss in my bladder, but the scene is too perfect to give up on so soon. I had known I needed to pee from the moment I woke up, but when Charlotte had rose to straddle me, all that was put on the back burner. I lean forward and give her the softest of kisses on the top of the head In the end it’s Charlotte who breaks off the post-sex embrace. My cock falls limp and sticky between my legs now that it’s not in her anymore. She makes to get out of bed. “Come back,” I mumble, not wanting to lose the intimate moment before I have to. “I’m only going for a wee,” Charlotte tuts, “I’ll be back for round 2 later”. “Come on, Lottie,” I chide- Lottie is what I call her when I want her to do something for me- “just a a few more minutes. I bet you could hold it”. “You know I could,” she retorts, “but it’s not about that, anyway. If I don’t wee I could get a UTI or something”. That’s fair enough, I suppose. “Fine,” I concede, giving up the hug, “but can I come too? I’m busting”. I’m not exaggerating, either. I really do need to go to the loo soon. Charlotte smiles knowingly, but doesn’t give me the answer I want. “You wait here,” she orders, “you can go for a piss when I get back”. She starts to walk away, and I can’t help staring at her tight little booty as she goes. “Why? It’s been two years and I’ve still never seen you on the loo”. “And you never will,” she tells me with a smirk. “Those things are better kept private, you know how I feel about this”. I know better than to argue with Charlotte, so I watch her leave and focus on holding in my pee until she comes out. I love her, of course I do, but I don’t like the intense privacy she still wears like armour when she’s around me. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised- her whole family are majorly uptight, rich types who would never admit they don’t piss rosewater and shit gold (at least the ones I’d met, anyway). Not for the first time, I wish Charlotte would just trust me to be in the room without looking. Now that my erection has subsided, I find myself wondering what might happen if Lily is already in the bathroom. Lily is Charlotte’s little sister, a freshmen who had moved to the city and needed someplace to stay while she looked for an affordable flat. I only met Lily briefly last night, so I don’t know much about her other than what Charlotte’s told me- that her sister likes to eat junk food and get drunk all the time, that she wants to explore the town… and that she likes to spend an age in the shower. But it doesn’t sound like Lily is in there today, because I hear Charlotte walk straight into the bathroom and close the door behind her. There was no lock- her parents, apparently satisfied that everyone else in the family would know what a closed door means, had never bothered to replace it. This left me with a predicament of my own- a fast-growing desperation to piss and nowhere to aim it until my girlfriend is out of the toilet. She could be a minute… but if she wants to do anything more than a quick leak, as I suspect, I’m going to struggle to hold it. In past relationships I’d have simply pissed in the sink, but Charlotte forbids that kind of thing so passionately that I never bother arguing. I’m forced to squeeze the tip of my dick closed while I wait uncomfortably for Charlotte to return. When I hear her flush the toilet, I get ready to make a run for the bathroom. As a last thought, I hastily pull on the same t-shirt and oversized boxers I’d left on the ground from the night before. When Charlotte gets back I can barely stand still. There’s no time for apologies as I rush past her toward the bathroom, feeling my bladder control start to slip at last. I close the door behind me, just about extract my member from the boxers in time and point it towards the bowl just as piss starts to erupt from the tip. I moan loudly in relief, unable to hold back the noise of pleasure. When I’m finished, I return to the mirror over the sink at the other end of the bathroom to check my face and hair. Just as I’m brushing up a little, the door opens again, startling me. It’s Lily, wearing nothing but a cute pair of pink and baby-blue pyjamas. She glances at me on the way in, marching straight for the toilet.
  13. Good omo content is hard to find- but partly that's because everyone has their own unique tastes! I like a lot of different omo content, but my personal favourites always involve talking. Always.
  14. This is just a short one to point out I haven't quit this story yet! --------------------- “From one to ten,” she said dryly, looking down at her notepad, “how inhibited would you say you feel normally about your bathroom habits?” I thought about this for a while. “Nine,” I said eventually, “When I’m sober, I almost never admit if I have to go and I could definitely never wee with you standing right there”. She noted that down. “And how inhibited are you right now?” “Four?” I suggested. “I mean, I’m still feeling kind of shy but I did just take a leak with you standing right there”. I swallowed. “I’ve never been to the toilet with anyone watching before. Not someone who wasn’t related to me, at least”. “I’ve never seen anyone I wasn’t related to go before,” April acknowledged, “I get the impression it’s normal for girls of my age to wee in front of their friends, but I don’t really have anyone like that”. That didn’t surprise me too much. “How did I do?” I joked. “Took a little long to get going, but that’s probably just nerves,” April said with a shrug. I should’ve known not ask a rhetorical question. She drunk more of that white wine, and already half seemed to be gone. “My hypothesis is that that number will go from four to two or maybe even one by the end of the night. The more you drink, the less shy you seem to be. “So what do we do in the meantime?” “We wait,” April said, “enough questions for now. Do you play Mario Kart?”
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