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Valerie exited the metro station and climbed the stairs to the surface. The full moon shone brighter than usual, but she never noticed. She had other problems: her bladder was so unbelievably full, she could almost feel her inner reservoir ebbing and flowing, as if affected by a lunar tide. She never had to use the bathroom that bad. Val walked the barely illuminated street quickly, but not quickly enough – her bladder did not enjoy her running up the stairs when she was exiting the metro station. She accepted this situation as critical half an hour ago, but she physically couldn’t allow herself to just piss her jeans in the middle of crowded train car. She didn’t, and now it seemed like the greatest achievement in her life. Now she was examining the familiar neighborhood but didn’t see any place where she could relieve herself in peace. She had managed to keep her jeans dry on the escalator, too. That was an act of pure heroism on her part. The summer air was still a bit stuffy, but it tasted like nectar after having been stuck in that deathtrap of a train car. That was pure agony – trying and somehow managing to hold off the catastrophe that nearly happened. She remembered her mind going crazy from thinking about humiliating herself in front of those people. At one point she pretty much lost all hope and started moving towards the door between the cars in hope that she can escape to the tunnel and squat there. The train was not moving anyhow – there was a flooding that day on one of the main stations – so she could jump out and flood the tunnel a bit, too… That never happened, she was not sure for better or worse. How happy she was when the train started finally moving and soon delivered her to her station. Despite all the sharp pain, tremor and suffering, she managed to endure long enough to finally get to the surface. She won that round, she got her second wind now, but the war hasn’t ended yet. She adjusted her sweaty shoulder-length brown hair the wind was playing with, and kept looking around, hoping that the all too familiar street somehow sprung bushes since she left her place in the morning, but all Val could see was barren concrete. She almost didn’t care. She would risk flashing her naked butt on the street, if there was some kind of cover which she was desperately failing to find. She couldn’t just pee under a streetlight to entertain nocturnal drunks and other local fauna… She would normally enjoy this 10-minute walk from the station to her apartment block, but not this time. This time her bladder was torturing her, threatening to leak out, terrorizing the poor young woman with spasms. You would drink lots of water on a hot sunny day like this, but why did she drink all that coffee? Her bladder felt like a cooler bottle that threatened to erupt each second… Sure, peeing her pants now would be better than doing it in the subway – no crowd of people was following her on the dark street, but there was no way her roommate was asleep at this time. She’d made a mistake of jokingly telling her she wanted to use the bathroom while on the train and received a bunch of silly memes sprinkled with water and watermelon emojis. “One flood is enough”… “Yeah, Stacey, everybody and their granny thought of that joke”, she replied. Nevertheless, Val was sure – if she showed up wearing soaked jeans, the jokes and the teasing would never end. Valerie wanted her pain to end almost to the point of giving up, and that would be a suitable ending for a terrible day. She was not sure, what was worse – wetting your pants as a grown-up or getting snubbed at a casting earlier that day. “No, I’m asking you to manifest desperation, vulnerability, hopefulness, but I don’t see it on your face”. A professional actress, she dreamed of Hollywood films that she would star in and work on with the young celebrity director she kind of liked as a pro and perhaps even more, but none of these things seemed likely now. His words rang inside her head almost as loudly as to make her forget about her terribly aching lower abdomen. She would be able to show him “desperation”, “vulnerability” and “hopefulness”, if she took that train ride earlier, but that didn’t matter now. She felt all these things at the wrong time. She would only wear these tight jeans to the casting, knowing that her legs tend to impress male directors, but now she regretted wearing them. They turned into a torture device. They were pushing down on her bladder, suffocating her body. Her body was hurting; she grew more desperate with each minute if not second. Her bladder felt like a stone, but it wasn’t made of stone. It reminded her about it with a sharp spasm, as she almost lost control there and then. Valerie gasped audibly, clenched her teeth and shoved her hands into her crotch. She fought off this wave of desperation, but there was no way she could handle a couple more of these. She still had a couple more apartment blocks to walk past, and she started to really panic now. “Please, please, not now, hold it for a bit longer, please”, she was telling her organism, panting heavily and sweating again. - Oh God, no, no, no! – she said, feeling control over her body slip away from her for a couple of seconds. She couldn’t feel her muscles. She couldn’t shut her tortured pee-hole as it opened and shot a jet of pee into her thin white panties, making them warm. She froze as she was passing under a streetlight and saw a pee stain spreading on her crotch. She thought this was the end for a moment, but the stream stopped and left her with only slightly wet underwear and a 2-inch wet spot on her jeans. A tear ran down her cheek, as she painfully continued to walk home. She could not imagine how she would make it home without having a full-fledged accident. Val almost started to cry, running on sheer will power at this point, not allowing herself to give up. Her bladder was almost erupting now, it was past sending her distress signals – her body was simply telling her it would make her void her bladder quite soon and it didn’t care if her jeans and underwear would be on the way. Poor Valerie finally reached her apartment block, but the door she was looking for was at the other end of the building. Fighting her organism, she noticed a patch of measly bushes she’d never noticed before. They were halfway down the block and were not an ideal option, but continuing to urinate into her clothes was even less ideal to say the least. She continued to walk, moaning from the pain, as her grip on her muscles loosened again – she could feel the wetness spread under her hand over her thigh. She could only imagine how badly her panties were soaked, now that every jet of piss was flowing straight into her poor jeans. - God, no, no, - she repeated and started to cry. Another stream was ruining her jeans for 2, 3, 4 seconds... She clamped the flow again, but her aching muscles were no longer under control. They were exhausted and numb. The new stream could easily end it all, and Valerie knew that, walking rapidly to the bushes. - Oh, fuck! She heard a gentle thud, as her phone fell from the pocket of her leather jacket to the ground, its screen flashing with a new message. She was lucky it fell on the grass and didn’t break against the paved sidewalk. Valerie froze, feeling the mother of all spasms storm through her lower abdomen… “Val, hey! This is Anya, the casting director)) Ryan asked me to tell you – you got the role, congrats!) I knew there was magic happening in that scene, and Ryan saw that, too, never mind his grumpiness! Will contact you later with the details! Best, Anya S.” Valerie couldn’t believe her eyes. She was standing still there on the street and let her tears flow. She was happy. She was drenching her jeans like there was no tomorrow. Her jeans were becoming wet rapidly, and she was shooting jets of urine through the tears in her jeans, watching the steady flow separate into rivulets and shoot out of the jeans through the holes on her knees. She was letting it all flow down her legs, seeping through the fabric. Rivers of urine splashed on the ground between her legs. She flooded her sneakers, jeans under her butt – and a huge puddle was growing underneath. She was having a huge toilet accident at the age of 25 in the middle of the street, pissing herself from a gardening hose, but she was happy. The feeling of blessed emptiness replaced all other feelings. She was alone there in the small yard between the apartment blocks, standing there in wet jeans, having left a couple of inches of them dry. Valerie noticed she was standing on a flower bed, having watered some of the flowers generously, and stepped out on the road. She felt light-headed from the near orgasmic pleasure. She has made a complete mess – some of the puddle streamed down to the road and formed a puddle that now reflected the moon. She didn’t care. She was happy. In 10 minutes, she was taking a hot shower. Her wet jeans and soaked panties lied on the bathroom floor. She knew she would have some material to draw from, if somebody asked her to manifest “desperation, vulnerability and hopefulness”. All she could think about was her main role… Even her roommate was oddly supportive. “- Oh my God, Val, tell me you didn’t piss yourself on that train! - No… I um… It happened while I was walking here. - Thank God, that would be awful! Oh my, you really had to pee, didn’t you? Go take a shower!" Now her body felt relaxed and comfortable. Peeing yourself from happiness works, Valerie thought.

Valerie barely understood how her bladder could be so full. She couldn’t remember the time when her bladder was distended to the point where her whole organism would howl for relief. Val shivered at the realization that relief might come in the form of her wetting herself in the elevator. Val’s heart began to thump so hard it almost broke through the envelope she was holding against her chest. The poor young woman tried to remain calm, but her eyes were strained and worried. The discomfort of her tight jeans against her bloated bladder, the awful burning feeling in her tired sphincter – everything circled around the most terrible sensation of wanting to use the bathroom. The very thought that she might not be able to hold it frightened Valerie almost enough for her to start peeing herself right there and then. Gritting her teeth, Valerie fought off the next wave heroically. She adjusted her long chestnut hair and straightened up, trying to behave casually. She couldn't possibly allow herself to have an accident in front of the two people standing in front of her. Luckily, the conversation between them was vivid enough and Valerie's problems have gone unnoticed so far. - Great, there is enough power for me to see your face, otherwise I wouldn’t notice it was you. And we would not see each other for another 10 years, - said an old man and laughed heartily. - Yes, enough power to light up your mug, too, but not enough to get this thing moving. I’m afraid I’m stuck here with you, old fart, - said a short elderly woman with a joyful booming voice, that was a bit too much for the small metal tin can. Valerie was sweating profusely. She felt her grey tank top absorb sweat, a drop of it fell from her forehead on her unbuttoned white shirt. Her legs encased in black jeans also felt wetter than usual. Her bladder was terrorizing her more and more. She felt a sting, then another, then another with shorter and shorter intervals between jolts of pain. She was about to piss herself, and began to shiver from the thought. Val could almost feel the metal walls pushing on her, as her lower abdomen started to pulsate nervously and she had to fight the urge again... Dizzy and out of breath, Valerie bit her lip in desperation and kept clenching her muscles defiantly. She forced those panicky thoughts out of her head, bending forward slightly hoping that the slight moistness of her underwear was only sweat. She was not about to give up despite of all pain. She had to stay strong. In the beginning of this misadventure, Val’s bladder was too full for her to ignore the fullness, but after several hours inside the elevator, it felt like her bladder was swollen, like it would burst at the seams, despite her forcing her exhausted pee-hole to work overtime. And all that because she had postponed relieving herself, sitting in the office, before grabbing documents from the courier on the ground floor. She remembered having walked past the restroom before taking the elevator down as she'd promised herself to go there right after she came back. That was before she got stuck in the elevator on her way up, before the torture has started… - Are you OK, honey? - suddenly asked the old man, yanking Valerie out of her thoughts. A sharp spasm overtook her body, as she trembled, unable to hide panic on her face any more. She gasped for air, almost losing herself to panic. She was barely able to feel the muscles between her legs and was terrified that she could be having an accident right then. Val looked down at her pants and saw that she’d won this battle, but a few more battles like this and the next one would be a catastrophe. - Oh, no, no... I mean, yes, I just feel a bit dizzy, - she mumbled in response, straining her face muscles attempting to smile politely. Her legs betrayed her and started shaking, her eyes turned into saucers, as Valerie stared at the old woman, wanting to cry for help. - Yep, we’re all starting to get dizzy, - said the old man, - wiping sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. “Yes, but your bladder is not about to explode in your pants”, - Valerie wanted to say, but the next wave of pain attacking her pee hole made her bite her tongue. Valerie didn’t have enough energy to pretend she was okay. She just stared emptily at the wall, crossing her legs, shaking, praying that the elevator would start moving soon. - I’m getting dizzy at how much of an old fool you are, Albert, can’t you see that the poor girl needs help… Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong? - the old woman said, putting her warm arm on Valerie’s shoulder. - I… I need to pee. I just need to pee really badly, - she said softly her voice trailing off into a teary abyss. - Oh, I see. Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure this nightmare is about to end… There must be limits even to their incompetence… Valerie nodded dejectedly. Despite the pulsating agony her bladder was putting her through, Valerie felt better, or maybe the woman’s voice was too convincing. Suddenly, the elevator moved, and Valerie breathed out loudly, clenching her exhausted muscles, twisting herself in knots, but not losing hope. - See, what did I tell you? - said the woman. The pressure inside Valerie’s agonizing bladder felt insurmountable, the pain became so acute that Val’s pee hole relented and let out and a sharp spurt of urine into her underwear. After two seconds she stopped peeing her panties, but her poor bladder still throbbed terribly making Val shake with all her body, and squint from the pain. At the age of 25 she’s just wet her underwear and her whole organism wanted her to continue. The grimace of panic appeared on her face, she felt like she was losing control over her body, and it could turn into a catastrophe in a heartbeat. The two people had to get off two floors below Val’s office and she was happy they didn’t have to see her running to the bathroom, but still aghast with the perspective of tensing her poor muscles for two more floors. As the elevator door closed behind them, Valery started to cry. She couldn't hold it and peed out a steady five-second stream into her panties and only then managed to regain control. Her underwear was disgustingly wet now, and a small wet patch shone on her jeans. Val’s face became red at the realization that she cannot quite prevent herself from wetting herself anymore. Tears watered her eyes - she was on the verge of a wetting accident, standing there, desperately trying to hold the rest of it in. Her muscles barely even ached, they were steadily going numb… “No, no, no!” – she shouted at the metal walls. She couldn’t allow herself to piss her jeans in front of her future employers. She hit the 8 floor button immediately when she realized that she cannot show up like that in front of people she knew - with teary eyes and a wet patch on her jeans. She wasn’t sure she could prevent teh catastrophe. The elevator dinged quietly, and she dashed out onto the floor right below her office where she had no business being. She ran straight down the corridor to the left having no idea where she was going, but the pain in her bladder was overwhelming and gave the girl no choice. As Val was running, she was kicking her bladder like a soccer ball, and it was just as taught, too. She ran to a waiting area in front of sombody's office - with a large sofa, an empty reception desk and a huge aquarium by the far wall. In the center of the space there lied an old cozy-looking ornamental carpet. Valery stopped in the middle of it. her heart skipped a beat when she heard voices behind her back. - No, no, please, God, I can’t, I can’t pee now, - Valery mumbled realizing she had minutes if not seconds, before her tortured womanhood would drown in urine. She had no choice, she understood. She could run anywhere from here, certainly not inside the office that was closed most likely... Valerie noticed there was space behind the aquarium and dashed towards it, dripping slightly over the carpet. She had no idea the how much space there was really, but had to take the chance. The slightly drunk joyful voices were growing stronger, and Valerie managed to squeeze herself between the wall and the aquarium in time and ducked, moaning from pain in her poor bladder, now forced to listen to the bubbling water. She was standing on her knees to stay hidden and was about to burst. The poor young woman kept fighting the urge somehow, although her engorged muscles were about to give up on her. She moaned softly at another huge stream watering her thigh, dripping on the floor. She knew there was no hope of reaching bathroom in time. She would be fine at this point with just pissing her pants, but the voices were so close, Valerie understood that the people were standing on the carpet and might hear her... - Oh, look, looks like a DHL package… Somebody dropped it… - Yep, these couriers getting sloppier by day, I’m telling you. Men and women on the other side of aquarium laughed and continued talking. Valerie realized there was no way out and slowely breatehd out, allowing her body to wet her jeans completely. Valerie was gasping for air, trying to to faint, her heart was thumping so loudly, the fish in the aquarium could hear it. Valery closed her mouth with her hand not to let any sound out. She relaxed her muscles and was shocked instantly by the amount of pee flooding her pants. For ten long seconds the urine was flooding her tight jeans, she could feel wetness spreading all over her butt and her right thigh, slowly seeping towards the tiled floor. There was now a small yellow puddle beneath Valerie’s right knee, and her pants were saturated. Val's panties were no obstacle to that amount of liquid, too, but the stream stopped. The people were still standing there talking. Red with embarrassment, she managed to prevent herself from wailing, as her pained pee-hole opened uo again. She was sitting quite low, her butt was touching her heels, and she could feel her white socks starting to get wet. Her jeans darkened as she urinated a couple of seconds all over her glistening crotch. With shaky hands, she carefully unzipped her jeans and saw how awfully drenched her grey panties were. Barely managing to hold off her tears, she remembered about kleenex in her pocket - not that it would help so much - and a few seconds later placed it over the erupting fountain of yellow piss. The hissing was terribly loud, she thought, but people didn’t seem to notice because of the noise the aquarium was making. Her valve broke, her urine was rapidly flooding her jeans and the floor. She saw a dumb-looking fish starting at her and sighed louder than she wanted, maybe too loudly. Holding her mouth with her hand tightly again, Valerie was fdrenching her jeans and the tiled floor like there was no tomorrow. Her jeans quickly became sopping wet, she watched helplessly as her pee flowed onto the floor, licking her thighs. Jittering, she was wetting herself uncontrollably as her body went limp. Hot urine was jetting out of her urethra, Val was emptying her poor distended bladder into her panties and jeans. She prayed that the people stay slightly boozed and obliovios to her accident. She was spraying yellow liquid all over the floor, flooding her sneakers. The puddle between her feet was growing fast, her tight jeans were darkening even faster. It felt like gallons of piss were streaming between her knees, making her sopping wet. She looked at her poor grey panties – the wet patch was so huge it touched the upper border. Her blouse was also touching the puddle before Val peicked it up. - Okay, time to get back. I’ll call you and Uber, - said a loud male voice. - Yeah, somebody should call the maintenance, the aquarium is leaking again and ruining the carpet, - said a young woman. - Crap… Okay. Valerie waited for a long time to come out from behind the cover. She stepped away from the wet patch on the carpet and slumped down into the sofa. Her mind went blank. Her bladder was empty. Her jeans were soaked. She felt happy.

Rebecca stared wistfully at the ad playing on the elevator screen: “No more paying for public toilets! Do your body a favor, let our nanobots do the hard work!” – said the doctor showing unique state-of-the-art nanobots that were meant to reinforce a squishy human bladder. Becca slapped the doctor’s face, and the animation showing a huge distended bladder disappeared. Biting her lip, the young woman looked in the black mirror and adjusted her shoulder-length red hair. Suddenly she winced, and her face became a grimace of anguish for a few seconds before the spasm subsided and let her breathe. She gasped for air, but there was little of it in the heated tin can. Her hand was clutching her crotch fiercely, as she stared at the screen again which now was showing a blinking emergency sign. “Yes, I know”, she thought to herself. Even muted the ad-screen was getting on her nerves. She looked up into the mocking eyes of a tall silver-haired girl. She exhaled a long puff of smoke from her e-cig into the vent and smiled. - You should’ve watched till the end… They hired a model to do a pee-pee dance right before the end, could've hired you actually. Besides, the bots would come in handy right now… - No, thanks. I don’t like unnatural things, don't want them in my body, - answered Becca, shivering, grimacing again. - Really? Man, you’re such a technophobe for a gamer… Wait… People don’t watch your stuff for your mad tech skills, do they? – she chortled and put her cig back into her leather jacket. - Oh yeah? At least I’m not running around the city like I’m some kind of gangster or something… “Oh, look at me, I’m Stacey, I, like, say edgy things and dress like a boy…” Who are you today? A nomad girl? A rocker girl? Or just a random of techno-freak?.. You can say whatever you like, but at least I have a stable job and people watch my videos! You’re just jealous… - Sure, I’m jealous of your army of perverts. Normal people wouldn’t watch your stuff. - Jason watches my stuff!! Suddenly it was so quiet in the elevator that you could hear blood boiling in Stacey’s veins. The red-head shuddered and almost pissed herself right there and then, as the rocker girl’s eyes pierced through Becca with all the hatred in the world. The nomad girl clenched her metal fist. - You’re such a bitch. First you steal my boyfriend and now, when we see each other for the first time in a year, instead of saying sorry, you have the nerve to mock me?! You were always like that, but this is some new level shit. Can’t wait for this coffin to start moving, I'm so tired of your bullshit... – she smashed the ad screen with her metal fist when another doctor started offering family therapy. - Stacey, I… I’m sorry, I can explain… - Oh, now you want to explain! You're so full of crap! “I don’t like unnatural things”… You’re not even close to natural… You’re a fake. You’re 28 and you pretend you’re a schoolgirl for these pervs who are watching you… Shut up, I don’t wanna talk to you… Jesus, how fucking stuffy can an elevator get, fucking hell. She pushed the emergency button three times, almost breaking it, too. Rebecca looked down in shame, but the real shame would come if she peed herself in front of Stacey, she knew that. She would mock her till the end of her days, no doubt. Rebecca felt scared. For the first time in her adult life she understood that she was about to have a toilet accident. She was still holding on, but her muscles were growing weak from fighting off wave after wave of pressure from her boiling bladder. The poor young woman wanted to pee so badly, her legs started to shake. After half an hour or maybe slightly more – every minute felt like eternity for Becca – she pressed her butt against the wall and shuddered from an aggressive spasm attacking her sphincter. Sweat was dripping on her breasts and white T-shirt, Becca wanted to use the toilet so much that holding it was close to pure agony. - S-Stace… I’m sorry… I hope you can forgive me for everything… Stacey stood silent in front of the door for a minute, then came up to emergency comm at the door and pressed the button. - Um, hello… We are trapped in the elevator here, my adult sister’s about to wet herself, can you make the elevator work again? Oh, wait… I forgot, "out of order". - Stacey, I’m sorry… I don’t know what to say… I get it, you’re mad with me, but… Please, help me. Please… Could you try to open the door… I’m begging you… Becca’s whole body was shivering, and her hands were holding her crotch so tightly her fingers went white. - So now you are sorry… So I’m a techno-freak But now I’m a useful techno-freak, I’m supposed to open the door so you can pee into the shaft… Right? A jolt of pain made Becca groan loudly, as she bent over again tapping her feet. Her bladder was not simply full, it was about to pop. Becca felt tears running down her cheek. She understood that she would piss herself, if Stacey doesn’t help. Even if the elevator starts moving again, she would still need to find a bathroom, she couldn’t just squat in the garage – a popular streamer like her couldn’t just pee in front of the cameras out there… But it was either that or soaking her jeans. The thought made Becca panic and the poor young woman began to shake… - Yes, please open the door! I’m not kidding, I’ll pee my pants! - You’re a big girl, sis, don’t be such a drama queen. - S-Stace… I don’t wanna piss myself… Please, help… Stacey looked at Becca and for the first time in years felt worried for her little sister. Her scanner said that the red-headed young woman was under “abnormal emotional distress” and "severe physical discomfort". Her pulse was high, too. Stacey would've never believed bladder could cause it, but Becca’s body clearly was not okay, and considering how fast the mega-building administration normally was at fixing elevators and stuff, Rebecca would definitely have an accident in the nearest future. She couldn't allow her sister to humiliate herself. - God, you’re such a child. Okay, I'll help. Don’t even think about peeing here, - Stacey replied and shoved her metal hand between the two wings of the door. Becca smiled for the first time that day. Her bladder was convulsing and she couldn’t really feel the muscles between her legs any more, but she was happy she managed to convince Stacey to help out. Suddenly, Becca moaned loudly again and froze in fear, as her pee-hole became unable to bear the searing pain from her bladder and let out a sharp stream into her panties. Her heart was jumping out of her chest, her bladder throbbed. She was on the verge of complete panic, but by some miracle she stopped urinating. Stacey was wrestling with the door, swearing like a sailor. - Don’t worry… Just a moment, Becks… Fuck me, these doors are sturdy… Rebecca was so stressed she was about to have an out-of-body experience. The horror of flooding her jeans and walking around like that, all her fans learning about her accident – all that hinged upon her barely functional sphincter that was about to unclench again. Becca burst into tears feeling warm urine flood her crotch, a long steady stream soaked her panties again. Couple of seconds passed, and she peed again, and this time stained her right thigh. Becca was sobbing, still holding her wet hand in her crotch, almost ready to give up. Strength was leaving her fast; she could barely control her body… No! She couldn’t allow herself to have a complete accident. She didn’t want to do it like that, but minor embarrassment in front of her sister was so much better than public humiliation! Becca’s trembling fingers unzipped her jeans and started pulling them down. Burning from embarrassment, the young woman put her head down and started to squat indecisively. - Becks, come on, I opened it! Becks! Oh, Jesus, what are you doing, come here! Becca dashed to the door so fast she almost pushed Stacey out in the shaft. Stacey’s jaw was on the floor: her sister ran to the door pulling down her wet jeans and soaked beige panties on the go, leaving a yellow trail on the floor. Becca squatted at the door and sighed with relief. She could feel her urethra filling up with liquid, but none of it was escaping her body, only a few drops from her wet underwear hit the floor. Becca was almost hysterical. She was squatting at the door, trying to make her pee-hole open but couldn’t. She grabbed her bloated bladder with both hands and started sobbing. - Fuck...Wh-What’s happening to me?? - Come on, Becks, do it already, I’m not looking, what else do you want? - Stacey, I can’t, I can’t, I’m trying… I don’t know what’s wrong I… - Becca wailed unable to relieve herself after all the torture she'd endured. - Sorry! Damn, I’m sorry… Forgot to switch it off… - Switch what off?! Stacey, I swear to God, if this is one of your stupid jokes, I’ll… - Quit crying, sis, it's gonna be okay... Just wait a sec… Remember those nano-bots? Long story short, I’m using them, don’t ask why. They latch onto my DNA, I had no idea they could jump over to you, must be some side-effect... You should be thanking them, you know, you would’ve wet yourself. Completely, I mean… - Not funny Stace, I've been holding it for ages! Hurry, please! - Done. A yellow fountain jetted out of Becca, as her body went limp. The stream was so powerful it almost hit the concrete wall in a meter and a half. Becca was hosing the abyss for half a minute and then her stream subsided and hit the floor, spraying pee at the metal wall. Stacey jumped away from the door, almost catching spatter from Becca’s stream with her pants. Rebecca was crying tears of joy and breathing loudly. She finally made it. After emptying her agonized bladder, she stood up groggily and slowly pulled her pants up. - Jeez, your bladder deserves a medal. You didn’t even need me. You could’ve cut through the door with that stream… - Thanks, oh god, thanks! I mean it. If not for you, I would... What are you doing? - Hacking into the surveillance network of the building, disabling the cameras. I don’t want my sister’s naked butt on the net tomorrow. Besides, the garage also has cameras and look at your jeans... - she replied jacking into the panel at the door with a chord from her wrist. Rebecca stood in shock for a minute or two trying to wrap her head around what could've happened. That would be the end of her, and she was so close to an absolute disaster. - Hey, don't worry, it's all fine now... - replied Stacey and awkwardly embraced her sister. - Thank you, - she hugged back tightly, crying from happiness. - Erm… Yeah... You can allow me to breathe now. - God, what a nightmare… Where can I buy these "bots"?

View File Pretty Japanese Girl Forced to Pee A girl with a charming facial expression needs to use the bathroom and tries to hold on until she can't... She also covers her crotch with her hand while going, so I guess this makes it a "hand-wetting" video, too. Found it on VK, no idea what larger video it is a part of, enjoy Submitter Calb Submitted 08/01/2021 Category JAV Collections  

Leanne was gasping for air in the heated tin can on wheels called bus in this country; her black blouse was discreetly absorbing her sweat, she wiped her forehead with a kleenex. Her underwear, she felt, was getting damp, too – Leanne blocked the thought telling her it might not be sweat. Despite the hot weather, nothing seemed dry to the young woman in that cursed bus. She winced once more and grimaced involuntarily, as a warm rivulet of salty water rolled down her spine. Her poor bladder felt like a watermelon, whose weight has increased to the point it felt like she ate a real watermelon. Leanne felt horrified with the perspective of letting it burst. Her heart was pounding, her knees felt weak, she wanted to use the bathroom an hour ago and now it was an absolute necessity. Gosh, public transportation is a nightmare. The sweaty catatonic bodies around, the dirty floor, almost a complete absence of air – how can a human breathe in the middle of this prison cell on wheels?.. She didn’t want to go that urgently when she got on the bus an hour ago. Leanne deplored her decision not to go to the ladies room at work… Besides, what was wrong with her bladder today? “Can’t be… No… That stupid cow, always yammering about her headache, stomachache and whatnot, like anybody cares…” Leanne remembered how she was sitting at a table having lunch with her colleagues at the cafeteria. She remembered having her pills (not COVID, of course, just a regular cold) at her elbow. At her other elbow, though, there was the silly fat cow and her medicine that she probably didn’t even need. All those fucking pills are white, how are you supposed to tell them apart?! “Fuck”, - she thought, - “I must’ve swallowed them... God knows what crap was there…” Her face flushed with heat from anger and desperation. This must be why she’s so close to peeing herself now. Stupid fucking cow. Tears have moistened her light-green eyes. For the first time in her life she could feel the natural boundaries of her bladder, which has been for a considerable time a swollen aching watermelon, rubbing against her jeans. A wave of pain made her wince again. Leanne didn’t know what to do with herself! Maybe the cow girl has done it out of envy. An ugly fat cow like that could do that… Leanne’s beautiful curly hair and willowy figure made a lot of girls at work jealous, but to think that one of them could do that on purpose… A bump hit the road and the girl’s poor bladder. The bus finally left the bridge, only two stops now… It doesn’t matter who put her in this situation, the only thing that mattered was not humiliating herself, she decided, not letting her organism do its job. She licked her dry lips nervously, her breathing irregular and short. In spite of her numbing sphincter, Leanne managed to remain in control. “Fuck… this is too much…” Waves and waves were attacking her poor muscles mercilessly. Her back was wet from constant sweating, as were her panties which already felt like she peed a little. “No, – she thought, – I cannot allow it, not now, just a little more, I must wait”. She didn’t lose hope and forced herself to hold it for two more stops. It cost her enormous efforts, and she didn’t know for how long she could resist… Suddenly, as the bus pulled away from the stop, some idiot rushed by and forced the bus-driver to hit the brakes. Leanne and other passengers were thrown forwards - she managed to quickly grab the railing and kept her balance, but it was too much - she helplessly let out a hot spurt in her underwear. That was not sweat anymore, Leanne was painfully aware of it. The young woman’s face went pale with horror, she stood there, expecting the worst, but her tired muscles didn’t give up completely and kept her jeans dry. She froze. Only in a moment or two did she notice that the catastrophe was avoided. Her legs were still shaking, though. She swallowed. Nobody saw what happened, but she couldn’t hide from the truth: at the age of 23, Leanne’s just wet her panties. The world around her lost its shape and started trembling together with the young woman herself, who could barely control her natural urge. She did not have a tight grip on her sphincter any more, that’s for sure. Still, facing such pain, she hasn’t drenched her pants yet: it must have been a minor miracle! Leanne noticed that the traffic had cleared out and the bus continued to move at its normal speed or even faster, but now the young woman had to stand inside this gas chamber in her stained underwear, which was uncomfortably clinging to her lady parts. She bent forward and simultaneously lost control again - the next spurt was much worse. A couple of school-children with disgusting smiles noticed Leanne’s precarious state and said something in the language she didn’t want to understand. Through the fog of her panicky mind, their eyes looked evil and dumb, like they were watching a funny porn video where she was the main actress. She turned her face away from them, grimacing from discomfort, and realized they were giggling at a disgruntled old man with a huge hole on the back of his pants right where his bony ass was. He was talking to a pretty young blond, telling her she could fart all she wanted and blame him, he was drunk after all... That kept passengers entertained, but Leanne couldn't laugh: even if she did, she would definitely end up losing control and peeing herself on the bus. Still, she was grateful to him, never mind the awful smell he was spreading inside the bus. Nobody seemed to care about Leanne, but it was irrelevant to her organism. Leanne felt her heart pounding in her throat; she thought she would faint, if she were to spend another minute in this smelly sauna. She just wanted to hold out until she could find a bathroom – is it too much to ask from her own body?! She felt another hot jet watering her left thigh. Her jeans, her favorite jeans… For a moment or two, Leanne thought her pee was tapping against the floor to her utter embarrassment, but then noticed it was raining outside. She finally remembered she needed to get off on the next stop, and she must endure until then, or there will be a huge accident, not just a fart she could blame the old drunk for. She clenched her legs so tightly it hurt. She also knew it would hurt even if she didn’t clench them. Ultimately, her lower abdomen ached in a way she could never imagine – all because she’d neglected her cursed need to use the restroom two hours ago, and sat at the table with the fat sheep-faced idiot who had stolen Leanne’s pills and made her swallow some poisonous crap!.. Sweaty as if from a real sauna and red to the roots of her long brown hair, the young woman prayed for the bus to go faster - and her stop did approach fast. Before the door opened up, Leanne let out a desperate gasp, as she pissed all over her left thigh again. Despite her unbelievable effort, she let out one more stream for a second or two and almost started to cry. Then the doors finally opened… Reaching home in such a state was not an option any more, she said to herself. The pressure from her bladder was terrible to say the least. Leanne kept going down the street, getting close to her apartment block, when an unmatched wave of discomfort attacked her sphincter. Her already wet crotch was now flooded. She automatically slowed down and – facing the inevitable – relaxed her muscles. In a moment, a river of urine was jetting down the young woman’s legs. Panicking, she turned around to see if there were people watching her, but the rain seemed to have scared everybody away. She couldn’t stop either way and didn’t think of anything better to do, other than planting herself in front of the rusty old notice board, pretending she was interested in finding a lost dog or a set of keys...She couldn’t read anything, though: everything became blurry, as if in a bad dream that would not stop. There was no way she could stop having an accident now. Her exhausted body was thankful. Rain was getting fiercer, but she could still see her pee pooling between her feet, her crotch looked like a hole in a submarine – leaking more and more under severe pressure. Her rear also felt warm and damp. She realized she would be unable to stop, even if she wanted to, and allowed herself to go freely - her face looked so relaxed and blissful, you might’ve thought she was pranking somebody with this. Leanne stood there, slightly bent forward, as if she wanted to sit down but didn’t know where and how. Rain was wetting her hair and shoulders, her upper body quickly got soaked. Down between her legs, the wet patch kept spreading all over her jeans; torrents of pee were hitting the ground. She’s been waiting for ages. In a minute, Leanne finally finished spilling the contents of her bladder on the pavement. She was sobbing, as the rain turned into a downpour, completely drenching her blouse and all the dry patches on her jeans. The rain wasn’t cold anymore, Leanne felt comforted – no, soothed by it. Having realized that the worst shame of her life had probably gone unnoticed, she kept crying – not from embarrassment but from joy… In a couple of minutes, Leanne stepped into in a regular shower, although she’s already taken one. In a while, her wearied body became comfortably limp. The young woman sat down, closed her eyes and imagined she was under the warm rain again. For the first time that day she laughed like a happy idiot.

Can't say I revisit my old stories too often. Reason 1: I always want to edit them, which ruins all the fun Reason 2: There is a specific feeling connected to it. If the story is written properly, posting it is like coming without physically coming. It's a feeling of relief and joy, because I can share it finally, it's not some dark fantasy hidden in my sub-conscience; and I wasn't holding back on emotions while writing it. Then there is no reason to revisit the story for a long time, unless I wanna do part 2. Thanks for an interesting question, very stimulating

Hi, people! Is there any Russian-speaking guys/gals around here? I usually post my stories here, but they just sound better written in my first language. So if you know Russian and wanna check out more omo-stories, I have a blog for that: omocaleb.blogspot.com Cheers, Have a great day

Public transportation is a bitch, thought about everybody on the train. For some "technical" reason it got stuck between two stations and has been standing in the tunnel for more than an hour already. Among all passengers, two of them were exceptionally pissed off: Julie, because she actually needed to pee; and Lyla – Julie’s friend who was terribly late for a meeting. Lyla’s problem was purely a matter of supporting her reputation of a person who is always late. Julie’s problem was a strong natural need. She was waiting to relieve herself far too long to make yet another 5 minutes of waiting remotely bearable. Lyla, who was standing close to her friend noticed that Julie’s twitching made her rear move in a cute way, which also invited a lot of unwanted attention from other passengers. Lyla thought Julie was overly dramatic about her urge, but then she looked at her face and understood that it would’ve taken a much more talented actress than Julie to fabricate insufferable discomfort. - You really need to pee, huh? – Lyla asked quietly. - God, yes, I need to pee… Fuck… - her voice trembled as if she was starting to cry, her whole body was quivering as she held her hands in her crotch, hoping that standing in the corner of the car, behind Lyla’s slim figure, would save her from unwanted eyes. And the train still didn’t move… About an hour ago, a voice from the loudspeaker said the train on the next station'd broken down and the repair crew was dealing with it. The voice apologized for the convenience and left Julie alone with her full bladder, and probably not only her. Lyla was always envious about Julie’s legs and how attractive the shapely blond looked in her tight jeans, but having seen that her friend had a real problem, she became worried. Julie was nervously bending her knees, her bladder was so heavy that she couldn’t hold still anymore. Julie started breathing rapidly, and bent towards Lyla, who even caught a glimpse of Julie’s pink underwear, peeking out of her jeans above her butt. Lyla put her hands on Julie’s shoulders, and was going to hug her, but heard her agonizing moan which made her freeze. - Jules, are you OK? - Gosh, I’ll wet myself… No… - Julie’s voice was trailing off as she began to sob. Lyla looked away and noticed that nobody was staring at her friend, in spite of her putting up quite a show. Constant waves of pressure, terrorizing her pee-hole, were making the air in the train even stuffier and more suffocating. Sudden;y, she winced violently and her blushing face turned into a mask of agony. She started crying and turned her head away from Lyla, ashamed with her hopeless situation. Lyla took a small step back, and gasped at the sight: Julie’s crotch was quickly becoming wet, and her yellow pee was streaming from under her fingers, forcefully wedged between her thighs. Shocked, Lyla covered her mouth with her hand, watching Julie’s dark blue jeans turn darker and darker - a puddle was quickly growing under her shaking legs. Tears were trickling down her burning cheeks – she almost could feel dubious glances the passengers were throwing at her. A girl with such an attractive stature was already drawing attention, and now she wet her pants. Torrents of urine were spraying into her jeans, making her going to toilet quite a performance. Lyla felt scared for Julie, watching the pee puddle around her feet. Lyla did not want to imagine how it felt, to her it was painful enough to observe - for Julie it surely was a wet nightmare. In a minute or so, Julie finally finished, and Lyla – seeing that her friend can barely stand on her feet – helped her step out of the large puddle that made a couple of people walk away from it with disgust. All of a sudden the train moved off and if not for Lyla’s support, Julie’s trembling legs would let her fall. Crying, the lovely blond painfully acknowledged she’d totally pissed herself on a train full of people… The unimaginable relief she felt was enough to make her feel weightless, but not enough for stopping the insufferable humiliation.

Hi guys! I wrote a book (more like compiled it from the stories I've posted here) and now it's available on Kindle ("Half Empty? Half Full" by Stephen Gloucester). Apart from what already exists on the forum, it has one new story, about the girl who was the main character here. I'd appreciate it immensely if you buy it and support my writing, but I'm also giving it away for free, because I don't believe in that copyright crap and all. I do believe in generous donations from readers, though 😄 Have a perfect day everyone, Shameless plugger out Half_Full_2019.pdf

Yeah, I guess it is, just consulted some list of typical Polish names. Nonetheless, thank you for your feedback guys, glad you liked it!

View File JUFE-079 This one is mostly about humiliation, but it does have two great omorashi scenes. The plot goes like this: a male employee gets back at his bitchy boss for mistreating him (there is a full version showing him take full advantage of her, on some JavTube if you do some googling). As for this cut, in part 1 he adds some diuretic in her water, locks her down in her office and then you know what happens. In part 2 he continues to humiliate her by making her wet herself in different positions. There are some nude peeing in the full version in a similar scenario, but this cut doesn't have any. Overall, it's a nice video, especially the actress. Submitter Calb Submitted 08/18/2019 Category Desperation Clothing

Hi guys, I stumbled across this video, which is the kind that shows public desperation which the girls seem to be embarrassed and aroused with at the same time. Have no idea how to grab it from the site, but there it is, so enjoy.