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  1. WaityKaty

    I'll Piss My Britches

    Have you ever heard someone use the phrase "I'll eat my hat" to express extreme confidence in an outcome? My fiance Mary-Beth has a different saying for such an occasion, "I'll piss my britches." She's the only person I've ever heard say that, but then she grew up like five states away and says a heap of other weird things like "more than Carter’s got little pills", and "if the creek don't rise", so I guess it's probably a pretty normal thing to say somewhere. She uses it when she is absolutely certain that something isn't going to happen; "I'll piss my britches if your sister is on time for dinner", "I'll piss my britches if Comcast ever call me back like they promised." You get the drift. A couple of weeks ago we were sitting down on the couch with a jumbo bag of potato chips and a couple of six-packs to watch a college football match between our respective Alma Maters. Neither of us care that much about football but it's a good excuse to drink at home. Beers with football, normal. Beers with a Stranger Things binge, not normal. Now my school is pretty garbage at football. They play in a major conference but they are really a basketball school. If they have a winning season and get invited to the Advocare V100 Texas bowl it's a banner year. This was not turning out to be a banner year. Mary-Beth's school on the other hand competes for national titles. It's not really a fair match-up. But I still made the effort to talk some smack. She was having none of it. "If your team wins I'll piss my britches." It's a pretty good saying for shutting me down. It was a good game. My team hung tough and was only behind eleven points after three quarters and cruising to a respectable performance, but after an unlikely punt return and a series of unexpected catches they somehow scored twice and found themselves three ahead with five minutes left. I think everyone still expected Mary-Beth's team to march down the field and disappoint the gallant underdogs, but against the odds their drive stalled and a 51 yard field-goal attempt to send the game to extra-time faded wide right. Once again, I don't really care about football, but I figured now would be a good chance to tease my fiance about it. "I guess you're going to have to pee yourself then." I said playfully. "I'm going to have to what?" She was sure she hadn't heard me right. "Well you said if my team won you were going to, and I quote, "piss my britches"." She glared at me, "It wasn't a bet! It's a figure of speech. Something like "I'd be so surprised I'd piss my britches."" "And were you so surprised that you pissed your britches?" I asked rhetorically with a meaningful stare at the clearly dry crotch of her faded old blue jeans. "Well no. I don't actually do that." "And have you ever seen anybody so surprised by an outcome that they wet themselves." She seemed a little unsure of where I was going, "Well... no..." "Because," I held up my hand and spoke like a television trial attorney giving closing arguments "I'm fairly sure no one has ever been so surprised by something that they wet themselves." "We threw a surprise party for my aunt May when I was a girl and she was so surprised she made a big old puddle right there on her rug!" Mary-Beth said in triumph. "Irrelevant!" I discarded her testimony with a shake of my head, "Aunt May was shocked by the unexpected cries of "surprise" from a house she believed vacant. It was not the surprise of her friends and relatives having a party in her honor that wrought that rug puddle." Mary-Beth thought it over for a second. "Fine. I guess you're right. Maybe it is meant to be a bet." "In which case." I held a finger aloft in triumph, "You have to pee your pants." "Really? You really want me to pee my pants." "Of course. A bet is a bet." I did not, in fact, want her to pee her pants. I was just making fun of her weird nonsensical sayings. I do it all the time. She pretends to be annoyed. She stood up suddenly and started to walk out of the room. "Where are you going?" I asked in my normal voice, worried I'd gone too far and pissed her off. "Well I'm not going to do it on the dang couch." She rolled her eyes at me and kept walking. I jumped up and followed her into the kitchen where she stood facing me in the center of the linoleum floor. "I hope you know you're cleaning this up." She said coolly. And before I could tell her to stop and that I was only joking a wet patch was rapidly growing on her jeans. She peed so hard and so fast her pee was forcing its way through the denim and falling in sheets down her legs and onto her bare feet and the lino. "This feels so dang weird! I ain't pissed myself since I was three years old!" I was speechless. When she was done she did a little pirouette on the spot, the back of her legs were as uniformly dark as the front. "There. I done pissed my britches!" She undid her belt buckle and left her soaked jeans and panties on the floor. "You go on and clean up now, I'm having a shower." She said sweetly. I did clean up. She showered. And we didn't bring it up again. She had certainly called my bluff. That said I did expect her to stop using the phrase, or at least so cavalierly, but if anything she says it now more than ever.
  2. WaityKaty

    I Just Peed My Pants!

    You guys, I just peed my pants! Like, full out. Not a sneezing-fit-sprinkle or something. A total massively over-full bladder worth. Fuck me. So obviously I am going to overshare and tell you all about it. Maybe stop reading at this point if you aren't keen on all the gory details. OK? OK. This is not the story of what I might call an excusable wetting. I know a couple of friends who are probably still reading at this point have had an "accident" themselves. Without naming names there wasn't a lot you guys could do. It wasn't your fault. Five hour traffic jams on the bicentennial bridge happen. Laughing fits with a bladder full of Shiraz on your friend's hand-woven rug happen. No shame there. :p I, on the other hand, have no such reasonable excuse. My little disaster was an inexcusable wetting. I can see you all nodding at me. I can hear your thoughts, "if anyone is going to piss her pants it would be Jen." "She always waits until the last possible second, obviously she pees herself sometimes." Well, I'll have you know, I haven't wet myself in more than twenty years. Except for about an hour ago. Anyway. Lets get cracking on how this particular humiliating moment went down. I was fucking around on my computer. A little bit of email, a little bit of pinterest, a little big of drafting a blog post, a big bit of facebook. Sunday afternoon social media. I needed to pee for like two hours or something stupid like that but... you know me... I put it off until I was full on busting. Like writhing around in my chair hand between my legs busting. I told you I was going to overshare. Eventually it got to the point where I just had to say to myself, "Jen! Go to the fucking toilet before you piss all over the floor you dirty bitch!" You know. What you guys would say to me in more or less the same language. So I got up and walked toward the bathroom. Now if you've been to my house you'll know you have to walk though the kitchen to get to the toilet. When I got to the kitchen I realised that I was actually really thirsty. I always get thirsty when I'm busting to pee actually. Is that just me? Whatever. Since I'm me I decided I'd have a drink first. Since I was already in the kitchen. Face palm. So I poured myself a glass of water from the sink and drank it with my legs all double crossed and bouncy. But when I went to put my glass in the dishwasher I noticed it still needed to be unpacked. A normal person would go pee and then come back to unpack the dishwasher, right? Not me! I was doing the full-on pee dance as I rushed to put away my dishes, and cups, and random kitchen shit with shaking hands. Finally I finished and went to the bathroom. Where I noticed that I hadn't put the washing machine on yet. Did I go pee first? I did not. I went and gathered up all the clothes from my bedroom floor and shoved them in the washer, turned on the taps, put the powder in the little pop-out tray thing, went to shut the door and... Noticed that I'd dropped a pair of undies on the bathroom floor where I'd tried to cram everything in the machine at once. So I squatted down to pick them up. That's when I peed myself. I couldn't do anything about it. It was Niagara Falls in my pants. I just squatted there on my bathroom floor. Two meters from the toilet. And full-on pissed myself. God damn. Luckily I was right in front of the washing machine I still hadn't turned on. So that was handy. Also I guess no one would have ever found out about my little misadventure if I hadn't jumped straight back on my computer to blog about it. And by "straight" I mean after a ten minute hot shower and a thorough floor bleaching. So that's my afternoon. Let me know in the comments how unsurprised you are that this would happen to me and if you've ever had an excusable or inexcusable pants-peeing of your own! Xx Jen
  3. Just a warning: I'm a writer. I do it compulsively. If you don't like a backstory, please feel free to skip to the italicized section and ignore all the verbose garbage in between. =) I'm also a super-newbie. If I'm not following any conventions, please let me know, and I'll adjust ASAP. I was a senior in my final semester of high school, and had spent most of the previous two months touring colleges. My parents are both doctors; my brother is now studying engineering at one of the top schools in the country. Needless to say, mine is a family of...achievers. No pressure, right? So, anyway, a few of the schools I applied to also wanted to see ACT scores (which, for anyone who doesn't know, is basically just a national standardized test for high school students transferring to colleges. The SAT is very similar). I had already taken and scored fairly well on my SATs, so I was not digging this, particularly because the test was early on a Saturday morning, and I was in my second semester of my senior year. The ONLY thing I wanted to do was sleep in and watch Disney movies with my friends. That morning before leaving, I had a huge argument with my mom, because I woke up too late to eat breakfast, and instead decided to down a thermos of coffee on the way to the facility, about a half hour drive. I packed light, because those ACT folks don't mess around: a calculator, three sharpened pencils, an eraser, a book to read when I finished testing, a a large bottle of water, because I have testing anxiety, and I drink like a fish when I'm thinking. Pause: You'd THINK I'd see the problem here, right? Wrong. I'm an idiot. The drive there was uneventful. The slightest twinge in my bladder that was completely ignorable, because I hadn't even started drinking my water yet. Fast forward and hour, and I'm working on section one of the test, English. English has by far been my best and favorite subject in school since I was a child, and I was almost enjoying this section...except that now I'm regretting having anxiously chugged half of my ocean-sized water bottle before the test. It seemed like a good idea at the time. My hands were shaking between the nerves and the caffeine from the coffee, so I chugged to help calm down. It occurred to me it was going on 10 am--which meant roughly twelve hours since the last time I'd used the bathroom, and that's without the the coffee, water, and the hot chocolate I'd had the night before. 'It's okay,' I started telling myself, chewing on the end of my pencil. 'You're okay. You're a big girl. You're going to college in the spring. You are NOT going to wet yourself.' My bladder gave another contraction, as if to say, ' lol, yeah, right.' But I'd been flying back and forth across the country in window seats for a month. I could handle a little desperation. The English section was 45 minutes long, and by the end, I had hit about a 7 of 10 on the desperation scale. Not SUPER urgent, but definitely getting there. I was just excusing myself to go use the rest room, when the instructor called my name to go up to the front of the room. Not only was I mortified in a room full of about 100 judgmental high school students, but I also *really* had to pee. As I stood up, I had to pretend to fiddle with my bag as she shift in position made my bladder scream obscenities at me. I stood there and clenched until I was sure I could hold it, then I walked to the front of the room. As it turned out, it was just my mother calling to make sure I'd brought my calculator (I had), and she couldn't reach me on my cell, because I'd turned it off for the test. By the time I'd walked (briskly, stopping every so often) to the office and back, the next section was in progress. People were taking out their stuff, the instructor was setting the clock for an hour, and my desperation was at a nine. That's when the real torture started. Now, I'm pretty bad at math on a good day, but when my bladder is full to bursting, and all I can think about is how good it would feel to let go? I was pretty sure I wasn't getting into college. The section was 60 minutes and 60 questions long. I closed my eyes, clenched hard, and snuck a few fingers down there to help relieve some of the pain. My desperation dropped back down to six. 'Alright. 60 minutes. 60 questions. That's a minute per question. 60 seconds. You can hold it sixty seconds.' This is what I thought. Instead, all it did was make the count down worse: Question 10: My desperation is back up again, and I'm rocking in my chair, trying to find a comfortable position. I keep squeezing my legs together, all while trying to look like a normal human being AND recall basic trig rules. Question 20: It's getting difficult to focus. I'm well behind where I should be, because I can't even answer questions anymore. I can feel my muscles trembling, and I've jammed my sweatshirt between my legs, praying that the pressure and pain ease up. It's getting very difficult not to moan. Question 25: I can't take it anymore. There's no way I'll be able to finish this test if I can't focus. I raise my hand to ask the instructor to be excused. She gestures for me to come to her, and I honestly think I'll lose it there. I make a big show of put my calculator safely on the ground, but really, I'm moaning into my knees, and trying to ease some of the pressure building in my bladder. I put out a leg to stand up, and feel my entire stomach go cold, then hot, then cold again as a small amount of liquid forces its way out of me. I stand quickly, leaning as casually against the desk as I can, trying hard to gain control, all the while thinking, 'It would feel so, so good to just let go now. I'll take the test later, and never see any of these kids again.' But I know if I come home saying, "I couldn't finish the test, because I had to pee on the carpet," my parents will go ballistic. I make my way slowly to the front of the room for a second time, one foot in front of the other, trying to will the urine back up inside of me. I explain the situation to the instructor. She apologizes--if I leave, I won't be able to enter the room again until the test is done. She asks how far I've gotten. I tell her I've only *actually* answered about 12 questions, and am running far behind. She apologizes again and asks if it's worth. I know what she wants me to say. Question 35: At this point, I'm just filling in bubbles to look like I've done something. I know I'll have to take the test again. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters, except getting to a bathroom. All I can think about is the relief that's coming, and I begin imagining scenarios, almost dreaming I'm in the bathroom, standing over the toilet, letting it all flow out of me, relieving my bladder in a matter of seconds. Question 45: Just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes. I can't think anything except--just a few more minutes. Question 49: There are teeth marks in my pencil, and I'm almost crying from the pain. I haven't actually read a question in almost half an hour. Desperation is at an eleven. My legs feel weak and shaky, and there are goosebumps everywhere on my body. I'm trying to remember how to breathe, and trying not to cry at the same time. A contraction makes me groan aloud--a cough to cover it, and spurt again into my underpants. The relief is so great I almost give up and go right there. The thought makes my bladder release, and I have to sit forward to keep from having a full blown accident. It's time to go. I don't even stop to talk to the instructor. I just explain on my way out the door I did the best I could, and I'll wait outside until the other students are done. As soon as I got outside, I felt warmth on the inside of my thighs. I knew there was no stopping it then, so I bent over and started run-walking toward the closest bathroom. Every step was torture--every bounce forced another spurt out of me. I wanted to fall down and let it come there, just for the relief. I'm moaning in pain as I run, both hands in my crotch, trying to hold everything in, even as my fingers are collecting warm drops. I made it to the bathroom, and the sight of the toilet almost killed me--there was another spurt, then a longer one, then I couldn't hold it back anymore, and my body let go before my pants were all the way down. It all came out of me like a flood, unstoppable, and I was surprised at how much there actually was. Once I was down, I was down for almost two minutes, crying again, but with relief this time. My jeans were wet in the back, so I had to tie my sweat shirt around my waist before I went back into the classroom. Fortunately, it was break time, so I could just sit down without anyone knowing the wiser. I was there for another three hours, and used every bathroom break I could, since my bladder couldn't hold much after that. I had another two brief spurts while waiting in line, but nothing compared to the first time. And for anyone who's curious -- My ACT score SUCKED. =p Hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun with this, so please, suggest away! I'd love to write more, if it's appreciated. ~Nice
  4. AquaticGoddess

    Female Urinal Discussion

    So, the homepage of Wikipedia had an interesting article today (at least for us omorashi folk) about female urinals. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Female_urinal I was wondering what your guys thoughts were.... Would you use one? Do you think they would be good in public restrooms? Have any of you guys seen/used one? Just curious, it's always been a fantasy of mine to use a urinal but never been brave enough being a girl that a) I wouldn't get caught and b) I wouldn't just pee over myself and not in the urinal. The concept of a female urinal seems like a fabulous compromise. I don't know, maybe it would take some of the excitement away of doing something you're not meant to do...hmmm.... thoughts?
  5. Author's Note: So waaaaaay back in 2015 I did a poll to choose what story I would write. Three out of four of them were completed in some form, but I totally forgot about the last one. That is, until @JTeam_ reminded me. It's been long enough, so here it is. ------------------------------------------------------------- It was the middle of June, and it was certainly a hot one. On a day like this, there was nothing better to do than relax in a nice refreshing pool. And that’s exactly what Kelly Clarke and her friend Jenny Matthews were doing. Kelly surfaced, the water quickly drying from her skin. Jenny popped up shortly after and let out a contented sigh. “I don’t know about you, Kel, but I could stay in here all day.” “Same here,” replied Kelly. “Thanks again for inviting me over.” “Aw, it was nothing,” said Jenny. Kelly floated on her back and gazed up at the clouds. “I can’t believe we have to go back to school tomorrow. It’s summer! We should be free!” “It must be ‘cause of all those snow days we had,” commented Jenny. “We have to make up for them sometime.” “Keeping us this late qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment,” Kelly grumbled. “It’s total bullshit.” “Language,” Jenny chastised. “Aw, c’mon,” laughed Kelly. She playfully dunked Jenny underwater. “Hey!” cried Jenny as she came up. “What was that for?” “You need to learn to lighten up,” said Kelly. Jenny frowned and wrung the water out of her long black hair. “I’ll lighten up,” she said, “once our finals are over.” “Why did you have to remind me of that?” groaned Kelly. “Those aren’t for another two weeks!” “That may be,” said Jenny, “but it’s never too early to start studying! I’m feeling confident about history and biology, but I still need to brush up on algebra and-” No stopping her now, thought Kelly. Once she gets talking about her studies, she can keep going for hours. As she sat back and listened to her friend, Kelly felt a pressure building in her bladder. “-but if I get a C or better,” Jenny continued, “then I should still be able to-” “Hold that thought, Jen,” Kelly interrupted. “I gotta go pee.” She got out of the pool and headed for the door, but Jenny suddenly grabbed her arm. “Wait!” cried Jenny. “My mother will throw a fit if you track water into the house. Dry yourself off first.” Kelly crossed her legs and fidgeted. “I don’t think I can hold it that long.” “Now that you mention it, I have to go too,” Jenny admitted. “And I don’t think I can wait either.” “Wait a minute,” said Kelly. “We’re alone out here, aren’t we? Why don’t we just pee in the bushes?” “What...but...I can’t… I never,” Jenny stammered. “I-I’ve never peed outside before!” “Then there’s no better time to start!” argued Kelly. “Unless you have a better idea?” “No,” admitted Jenny. “All right, let’s just do this.” The two girls made their way over to the row of bushes blocking Jenny’s yard from her neighbors. Jenny squatted down, but kept looking around nervously. Eventually, a weak stream trickled from her swimsuit down onto the dirt. Jenny sighed in relief and turned to see Kelly standing with her bikini bottoms around her ankles. “What are you doing?” asked Jenny, blushing at her friend’s boldness. “Aren’t you going to, you know, squat?” “No way,” Kelly replied. “I’m gonna do it standing up!” “What?” cried Jenny “You can’t do that; you’re not a boy.” “Aw, it’s easy,” scoffed Kelly. “Watch and learn.” Jenny couldn’t help but look as Kelly bent her knees slightly. “First,” said Kelly, “you have to bend your knees and spread your legs a little. Kinda like you’re riding a horse. Next, you gotta lean back just a little.” With her right hand, Kelly made a V-sign and placed it on her crotch. “Now comes the tricky part,” she continued. “You take two fingers and spread your… girly bits.” Kelly gave a sly wink at that that last part as she opened up the folds of her labia. She could feel the pressure in her bladder getting even worse, and knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. “Then…” Kelly paused for dramatic effect and relaxed her bladder, letting the huge amount of liquid inside her take its natural course. “You pee!” she finished as a pale stream flowed from between her legs, forming an arc and soaking the leaves on the bushes. With her stream going strong, Kelly decided to put on a real show. “If you pull up a little,” she explained, “you can get it even higher!” Sure enough, as Kelly maneuvered her fingers, her pee arced over the top of the bushes, splashing the highest leaves. As her bladder emptied, Kelly’s pee stream gradually weakened lost height, eventually spurting out its last drops onto the ground. She pulled her bikini back up, admiring the height she had reached. “So, what do you think?” she asked. Despite herself, Jenny laughed. “That was certainly impressive,” she giggled. “You looked kind of like a boy!” Jenny immediately realized her mistake. Though not much bothered her best friend, being called a boy was a notable exception. Between her tomboyish behavior, short hair and flat chest, Kelly was often teased in that manner. Understandably, she was sick of it. “I-I’m so sorry!” stammered Jenny. “I didn’t mean it!” Instead of looking upset, however, Kelly had a mischievous grin on her face, the same one she got whenever she had an idea. “Say that again,” she said. “You looked kind of like a boy?” Jenny repeated nervously. “Exactly!” shouted Kelly. “And if people didn’t know better, they might actually mistake me for one!” “Oh no,” said Jenny, starting to see where this was going. “Oh yes,” said Kelly. “I’m gonna go to school tomorrow disguised as a boy!” “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kelly,” Jenny cautioned, but her friend wasn’t listening. “Let’s see,” said Kelly, pacing as she thought, “you have a brother, right? I could wear some of his clothes. And my mom will be at a meeting tomorrow morning; she’ll have no idea! It all works out perfectly! I can hang out with new guys, talk trash, and use the boys’ bathroom! What do you say? Will you help me out? Please?” Jenny sighed. Once Kelly had an idea in her head, there was no stopping her. “Fine. Meet me at my house before school starts.” “Thank you!” cried Kelly, hugging her friend tightly. “This is gonna be epic.” The next morning, Kelly showed up bright and early. Jenny brought her up to her room and handed her a t-shirt, a pair of cargo shorts, and a baseball cap “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” asked Jenny as her friend changed clothes. “Absolutely,” Kelly replied. “Now tell me, how do I look?” If they hadn’t been friends since preschool, Jenny honestly could have mistaken Kelly for a boy then. Her clothes were wrinkled and stained, and were loose enough to hide any trace of a feminine figure. The baseball cap hung low over her face, preventing anyone from getting a good look at it. “This might actually work,” Jenny admitted. “Told you it was a good idea!” Kelly cheered. “I didn’t say that,” Jenny cautioned. “You could still get in big-” “The bus is here!” Kelly interrupted, and the two girls broke off their conversation so they wouldn’t be left behind. On the bus, Kelly and Jenny split up so as not to arouse suspicion. Jenny sat down with some of her other friends, while Kelly headed for a noisy group of boys at the back. She had to see if her disguise worked, after all. “No way!” one of the boys was yelling. “She’s not into you!” “Is too!” a second boy protested. “Who are we talkin’ about?” asked Kelly, putting on a slightly deeper voice. “Nicole Taylor,” said the first boy. “Joseph here thinks she likes him.” “Honestly, I pity him,” sneered a third boy. “Nicole’s a total bitch.” “She is not!” Joseph protested. “Shut up, Nathan!” “Ah, I guess it could be worse,” said Nathan. “You could have some total freak crushing on you. Like that Kelly Clarke girl.” Kelly felt a pit form in her stomach. “Who?” she asked, fighting to keep her voice neutral. “Man, you seriously haven’t heard of her?” asked Nathan incredulously. “She’s this weird girl who totally looks like a dude. Acts like one too. It’s no wonder she’s got no friends.” Kelly felt her blood boil. She had been insulted before, but this time she decided she would do something about it. After all, nobody could tell it was really her. She considered punching him, but then she would get in trouble and her secret would be revealed. For now, Kelly laughed along with the boys and made a mental note to get revenge later. Kelly had English class first thing that morning. She sat in the back, far away from her usual place. English was usually one of the few classes Kelly actually liked, but today she couldn’t focus. This hasn’t been as much fun as I thought it would be, she thought as she absent-mindedly doodled on her worksheet. I’ve hung out with guys and talked trash, both of which sucked. The only thing that’s left is- “Young man, please pay attention!” Kelly looked up to see the teacher standing in front of her desk. Other students were starting to stare at her. Not wanting so much attention on her, Kelly gave the first excuse she could think of. “Sorry, ma’am,” she mumbled. “I really have to use the bathroom; I couldn’t focus.” “Then go,” said the teacher, and Kelly gratefully took the opportunity to race out of the room. Her initial plan had been to just hide until the class was over, but as Kelly walked down the hallways she realized she really did have to use the bathroom pretty badly. She had been so busy getting dressed that morning that she had neglected to take her usual morning pee. Kelly made her way to the bathrooms and saw something unusual: a line of boys outside the girls’ room. “What’s going on here?” she asked the boy at the end of the line. He turned to answer and Kelly recognized him as Nathan, the jerk from that morning. “The boys’ bathroom is out of order,” Nathan explained. “Some of us are using the girls’ bathroom, others are going in the bushes behind the school.” He crossed his legs and fidgeted. “Speaking of which, that’s what I’m gonna do. I had a whole can of Red Bull before class.” As Nathan walked out the door, a lightbulb went off in Kelly’s head. The perfect revenge plot had just come to mind. “Wait up!” she called, running after Nathan. Kelly found him outside heading for the bushes. She could see a few boys standing behind them, expressions of relief on their faces. She considered trying to sneak a peek, but decided revenge was more important. Kelly tailed Nathan as he stopped by the farthest bush and unzipped his fly. “Hey,” she said, walking up beside him. Luckily he hadn’t started peeing yet. “What do you want?” snapped Nathan. “Betcha I can pee farther than you!” Kelly taunted. “What the hell?” cried Nathan. “Are you crazy?” “You heard me,” said Kelly. “Are you too big a pussy to accept?” “You’re on!” yelled Nathan, going red in the face. Kelly unzipped her shorts and turned slightly to the side so as not to reveal anything to Nathan. She made a v-sign and spread her privates as she had earlier. “Ready, set, pee!” she announced. Kelly let her bladder relax and a powerful stream flowed out of her. Her pee was reaching a good distance, so she turned to see how Nathan was doing. She grinned when she saw he wasn’t reaching nearly as far as she was. “It’s not over yet!” Nathan yelled, and Kelly saw him aim his penis upwards to get more distance. Kelly could feel that her bladder was nearly empty, but she was determined to win. She gave her hips a powerful thrust and the last few drops of her pee flew several feet. Beside her, Nathan stopped peeing as well. By now, several of the other boys had gathered to see the results of the contest. And from the dark stains on the dirt, the results were clear: Kelly had peed much farther than Nathan. “Haha! I win!” cheered Kelly. “So?” Nathan replied, zipping up his fly. “What’s the big deal?” “‘What’s the big deal?’” Kelly mocked. “This is the big deal!” With that, Kelly turned, dropped her pants and exposed her vagina to the crowd of boys. The initial reaction was stunned silence. Some of the boys looked away, others couldn’t conceal their grins. Then one of them spoke up. “Dude, you lost a peeing contest to a girl?” “Shut up!” yelled a red-faced Nathan, but he was drowned out by a chorus of laughter, with nobody laughing harder than Kelly herself. She was having the time of her life until one of the boys asked, “Hey, who is she anyway?” At that, Kelly ran for it. Jenny had been right; Kelly did get in trouble. She hadn’t dared go back to school that day, so that was a week’s detention. Totally worth it, she thought as she served the first detention. Nobody found out and I got to show up that jerk. It was a lot of fun, but I don’t think I’ll do it again. This memory will last me a lifetime.
  6. Here4theFun

    female Desperate morning

    Like most mornings I woke up and went to my 8:30 uni class, I always get thirsty because of the walk and yesterday was no different. So I finished my bottle in that class and refilled it after. I had another class but my friends convinced me that since I had to leave early because of my driving lesson I should just ditch it and go have breakfast with them, so I sat with them for a while sipping some more water. I then took the bus home but had only time to change bags and left for the shared driving lesson my faithfull water bottle refilled again by my side. The other guy got first turn so I subscounciously kept drinking till it was mine. That's when I noticed I was a bit full, a 5, I could handle it and nearly two hours to go. Then we changed again and although my bladder was at like a 6 I was supper thirsty. By the time it was my turn again I had finished my bottle, had 900m inside of me and half an hour to drive and return home. By then my bladder was at like a 7,5 , but luck wasn't on my side and we got into a trafic jam. I was really struggling but I had to keep my legs open and drive, so the best I could do was fidgeting. By the time we arrived I needed to pee badly but it was 2:20 and I had to go to uni at 2:30. So when I arrived home I went straight to having lunch, drinking even more water because I needed to pass the food. I could only take my bag and go to uni, hoping I would arrive with time to go to the bathroom. I have to take the subway and then walk 10 mins to class, so it's a 30 mins jouney . I thought I would pee my jeans waiting for the subway. I was desperate the whold time, my bladder hard as a rock begging for release. The walk to uni was worse though, the bathrooms were so close yet it was cold and my bladder strugled to keep everything in. In the last traficc light I held myself as I felt some drops of pee managing to get out. Finally I made it, but I was late to class. Still I knew I would pee myself if I didn't go , so I did. Taking my bag, my coat and scarf on while in the stall was a struggle, and a bit of pee got out while doing so. But finally I managed to put down my jeans and damp panties and sit down. I was so desperate that even before sitting down properly my pee was already gushing out. It felt amazing, and I won't deny I was incredibly turned on afterwards, more so wearing my damp panties in class.
  7. Chapter 1 “FUCK!” I yelled as I ran true a sea of trees. Behind me was a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yell at her as I continue to run. The beasts aren't that strong but fighting a pack of them is a different story. They could easily surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there was only 3 of them,” she told me “left!” “FROST!” I yelled extending my left hand to blast the beast with cold ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff. A raging current below us and a wild pack of beast behind us. We were out of options. I didn't have my sword. Our mana was getting low. And I can feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!. “You trust me?” I asked bab. “Right now? No!” she told me already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I tell her before jumping off the cliff. Both Of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving anything extra to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last 3 years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. So as to not waste a ticket he gave it to me. And to be honest, while I was having fun I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just 3 t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily I did get myself some hiking boots but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs,) TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack Double Sleeping Bag Sundome 2 Person Tent SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3) Pocket knife Flashlight 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier Extra rope FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happens. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was too freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see and into a small town. People who looked like they ware from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople 2 days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on earth but a place called Caruma. Here everything we know about fantasy is from here. A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world but their fight always lead to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their power they would use something else. They created 15 castles and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world. Poruma the black god summoned monsters. Rilla the wight god summoned warriors. Each crystal could summon 1 warrior every 10 years. And the first to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next 3000 years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the 15, 7 white crystals have been destroyed. While 5 dark crystals have been destroyed. When I asked about how I got here they could only give a guess. 31 years prior the town was attacked by monsters and they destroyed the crystal. But because it was already about to summon a hero the remaining pieces must have spent the last 30 years collecting power to summon me here before the crystal died. They then told me who I could go back. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy and in 10 years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical energy to them you can have them send you back home. The problem with this, it normally takes a lot of magic to do so and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get them. When the village was destroyed all those years ago most people left and the ones who stayed are now too old or too young to take me. The only exception is a farm boy named John who was 16 2 years younger than me. But in order for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him. In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a special bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other long. Should they be away from each other for 6 hours they both will die. If one dies the other has 6 hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they will die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair completely one of 3 quests and the bracelets can be removed while still granting the person to use magic. The reason he wants to form a bond is that it would make traveling a lot easier through the woods. He said there aren't many strong monsters here but it's better safe than sorry. I had to wait 3 more days before the contract could be made. During that time I the people let me stay with them knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only 5 kids there. 2 boys 3 girls and women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying here are from parents who either died, left for adventure, or was just left with no idea who the parents were. It was sad but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one who only stared at me. The women later told me Ema was the girl's name and that while she was 14 her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well. So she's been forced to use baby bottles. And lastly, she had to wear diapers. For some reason, her bladder was just too weak. I honestly felt bad for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Later that night I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. The contract could only be made during a full moon and when it’s made it will make a bright flash so were in the woods so as to not disturb anyone. “Ok this should be good,” he said as we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then let's begin.” He then began to chant something and soon both of our bracelets were glowing. We both raised our hands to form the contract but stopped when we heard something. The contract stopped as we looked around the forest and heard something. Upon investigating we found one of the kids spying on us. Behind them the woman yelling for the girl. Apparently, she chased after us after we left without telling the women. After a brief talk with the women, she was taking the Ema girl when she ran up to me. “be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw.” Ema said. As she grabbed my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong,” I asked her. “wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj.” she said. suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled. But it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes and for a few moments, I couldn't see. I just heard the same thing be repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled and when I could finally see I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said until the women grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” the women yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on. “Yep and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place. And how did you activate the spell?” John asked. “I stole it from miss dumb cunt here.” Ema said and nodded at the women. “And anyone who knows magick knows that spell.” “I think the bracelets mine.” the women told John. “my husband was an adventure.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell.” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked and everyone looked at me. “Wait you can understand me!” Ema yelled. “Of cores I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I tell her. “What are you talking about?” the women asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who looked very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema and you're going to be grounded!” the women grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she said as she tried to resist the much bigger women. “Wait I need to figure this out,” I tell the women. “I'm sorry but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema.” she tells me. “IM NOT EMA!” the girl screamed as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema it's time to come home.” the women told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. tell her!” the girl said to me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab.” I tell the women and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her.” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding her. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the main and biggest problem. I was now connected to a tiny child and I still needed to leave! After a long discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than 40 feet from each other for more than 6 hours and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So, I wound up adopting Bab and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly because of her, John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely but without it, it just becomes too much of a risk when he would have to come back alone. Before we left the women gave me a bag full of things for Bab. while her backpack had things like clothing, a pillow, blanket, and a few random things. The bag the women gave me had her more ‘personal’ things. Such as 3 bottles, a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a lot of diapers. She even had to show me how to change the little girl. Much to bab’s displeasure. In the end, this is where our adventure of began dropped in a new world.
  8. WaityKaty

    Female The Date

    This story consists of two mirrored parts; one male focused, and one female focused. I’d suggest reading both starting with this story and then the other half at https://omorashi.org/topic/29067-the-date/ You can read either on its own though if you only like to read stories about one gender. I think most people have wet their pants. If they were lucky then it won’t have be too embarrassing. Maybe they laughed too hard but it wasn’t enough to show on their clothes. Maybe they were alone after they miscalculated the length of a trip and couldn’t open their front door quickly enough. But then there is my story. His name was Will and he was gorgeous. Six feet tall, a snappy dresser, and a great laugh. It was our third date, we’d gone to a show in the city and then for a fancy dinner. Fancier than I’d usually go to. We’d both dressed up. He wore black, pants, shirt, shoes, even tie. I wore my best black dress. We looked like we were going to a funeral but he made a joke out it and it was all great. The date went pretty well. I liked him, a lot. I’m pretty sure he liked me. But then I made a stupid mistake and messed everything up. I knew I needed to pee before we left the restaurant. But I didn’t really want him to know that I use the bathroom. Obviously I do, but I didn’t want to bring it up. I was hoping that he’d go pee before we left and I could slip in real quick while he went. But of course he didn’t. Men always seem to have stronger bladders. It was only a 30 minute drive back to my place. So I decided to just hold it. Which was a really, really bad idea. I could easily have waited 30 minutes. It wouldn’t have been a problem. But since I’m telling this story I’m sure you’ve guessed about the traffic jam. It was one of those traffic jams where you inch forward slowly every ten seconds for miles and miles. The worst kind. I actually wouldn’t have minded being in a traffic jam with Will if I’d had an empty bladder but with each passing minute I was getting more and more uncomfortable and feeling more and more trapped. Because I was trapped. I had absolutely no options except to cross my legs and hold on. After a while our conversation died down completely. I just had to pee too badly to properly respond to him. At this point all I wanted was to get out of this situation without letting myself down in front of my date. I tried everything I could think of, I even held myself a little beneath my handbag, which didn’t help much. Eventually I settled on staring out the window and trying to think of anything other than how badly I needed the toilet. It wasn’t really working, though I did stay dry until he asked me to grab him the water bottle near my feet. It was ironic. I was quite literally on the brink of peeing myself and he wanted a drink! As I bent forward to pick up the water bottle I started dribbling. I knew it had to happen soon but it was still a huge surprise. I clenched all of my muscles and managed to stop leaking as I passed him the water bottle without looking at him. I was too embarrassed. It was all just too embarrassing for me. Seriously, what could be more embarrassing than peeing yourself a little in your date’s car? Peeing yourself completely in your date’s car. Which is what I did next. The car behind us beeped its horn at us. I guess Will hadn’t been riding the bumper of the car in front close enough for their liking. It startled me. And it startled my bladder. I probably could have stopped peeing again. Maybe anyway. I’ll admit it, I didn’t even try. It just felt too ridiculously good to let go and at this point an accident was completely inevitable. Probably I’d already leaked through to the back of my dress and the car seat anyway. So I peed. I peed in my clothes. All over Will’s car. And do you know what I said to him? Nothing. I didn’t say anything. I just looked out the window and let him drive me home. It actually wasn’t that much longer. Another 15 minutes and I’d have made it home dry. Maybe I’d have ended up marrying Will instead of never speaking to him again. I know I should have confessed. To have at least offered to pay to get the seat cleaned. But that would have taken more courage than I have. Can you really say you would have told a man you'd been on three dates with that you’ld just wet your pants? So I just mumbled a thanks for the evening and ran inside. He never called me again. I don’t think I’d have answered if he did. It would have just been far too awkward.
  9. Hello everybody, this is a medium-length story that I've been working on recently. After having a discussion with a few people in Dimwitrolo's Discord server, I received a few ideas for a story that is based off of a haunted house experience that I had last weekend. I do hope you guys like it and if you have any constructive criticism or comments, then please let me know. Enjoy! *** 1 Angel furrowed her brow as she stared agonizingly at the computer screen in front of her. She’d already wasted most of the evening looking for something fun to do with her girlfriend, Kate, for Halloween, but had failed to find anything good in their area. There were a few haunted houses a good twenty to fifty miles away from their hometown, but the two of them had already been to those places so many times, that they weren’t quite as interesting as they used to be. With an irritated sigh, she ran her hand through her shoulder-length, red hair. “I just don’t know…” Since she was all alone in their apartment, it had been a while since she’d heard the sound of her own squeaky voice. After having spent so much time sitting in the dark, trying to make plans for Kate’s favorite holiday, while she was at work, it was nice to hear it again. Her gorgeous green eyes were starting to burn from staring at the screen in front of her for so long, so she closed them for a couple minutes, as she thought, My god, I’m stressing myself out over nothing! I know Kate wants to do something fun on Halloween, but it’s only four days away… After resting her eyes for a little bit, she at last opened them again and glanced back at the screen in front of her. “I guess we should have planned something sooner, hmm?” For the past month, both she and Kate had been attending college, while working at their own separate jobs, which had prevented either of them from doing the very thing she asked of herself. Even though they had both been fortunate enough to get time off, so they could spend time together on that holiday, they had no plans for it. “We could always just lay in bed and cuddle,” she said aloud, as a faint smirk appeared on her face. “There are certainly worse ways to spend our time on Halloween…” With that idea now in her head, she felt like she was ready to give up on her search, but that was when she suddenly received a call. Her phone began to vibrate, instantly catching her attention. She snatched it up off of the desk in front of her and took a look to see who was calling. It was Kate. Angel’s eyes lit up as she answered the phone, happy to hear the sound of her lover’s voice. “Hey Kate, how’s it going?” Kate’s voice was a little deeper than hers and it always carried with it a confident, almost authoritative tone, which she absolutely adored. “How’s my little angel doing?” she asked. “I’m finally heading home and I just can’t wait to see you. It’s been a long day…” Angel raised an eyebrow. “Rough day at the diner?” Kate replied, “Oh yeah… So, about Halloween… I know you’ve been working so hard to find something fun for us to do, but Candice told me about a different kind of haunted house. It sounds interesting, to say the least.” Candice was a friend that the two of them had in common, who they have known for several years. The three of them had gone to school together, as teenagers, and remained good friends all the way into adulthood. Angel had always found her very interesting, despite having a stronger attraction to Kate. Even though the three of them had a few kinks in common, there has always been one that has set Candice apart. She has always had an unusual interest in holding her pee, which has resulted in some very public, desperate situations, any time she managed to outdo herself. “Oh really?” Angel asked. “What kind is it?” Kate chuckled. “It’s a fetishy haunted house.” Now Angel was very interested in this place. “What kind of fetish?” Never in a million years would she have expected what Kate had to say next. “It’s an Omorashi house!” The very idea that such a fetish could be mixed together with the horror theme of a traditional haunted house, sounded so incredibly bizarre, that Angel just couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.” “I’ll tell you more about it when I get there,” Kate said. “I’ll see you in a few, my little angel.” “See you in a few,” Angel said in return, before they both hung up their phones. Once their conversation was over, she found herself wondering where this place was and how they were supposed to get there. She wondered if the attraction was run by the members of one of the groups Candice was a part of, on Fetworld, a kinkster’s online paradise, of which the three of them were all members. Even though Angel wasn’t necessarily into Omorashi, she at least found it interesting, so she just couldn’t wait to learn more.
  10. Pulled over at a local park where the portapotty was occupied and I immediately lost control only to barely make it home and pee my pants again trying to go inside! My poor boots and socks were so drenched! Wait til you see how much pee comes out of them!! It's crazy!! https://clips4sale.com/131081/wet-scarlet/cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c
  11. Hi everyone! I've been exploring this section for years now and I finally found enough confidence to start my own thread for pee related drawings. I consider myself as a relatively good artist but I still struggle a bit with human anatomy so I thought drawing "distorted" bodies of desperate/peeing men or women is surely a great way to improve my skills and to combine my passions for drawing and peeing. So what I've had in mind is nothing new, you give me ideas on what to draw and I then will choose the most requested one or a personal favourite of mine which later on is going to be drawn on a page. PLEASE BE CREATIVE WITH IDEAS, I NEED A CHALLENGE 😄 (but don't exagerate 😝) SOME SIDE NOTES: - I won't draw manga because I personally don't really like that kind of art style - I would like to draw women as well as men - The person can be naked or dressed - I also try to not draw the same theme over and over again, therefore I will always try switch between wetting, desperation, normal peeing, etc. If you want to help me improve I would be very grateful. Can't wait for your ideas!
  12. KayLeigh

    The Bulge Diary

    Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  13. Sorry about the delay, folks. Between work and winter... well, I won't bother whingeing. I finished this today: the latest from Meagan & Parker "Season 3" (entitled "Housemates" this time around). The season so far: Road Trip The Trouble With Housemates And with no further ado... ------------------------------------------------------------- Parker woke up and immediately regretted it. His whole body was one giant ache, and he was still pretty tired. The previous day, he and Meagan and a few others from the team had gone to a tournament and played four back-to-back games “savage”: no substitutes. They’d played every minute of every one of those four games. They’d even lost someone to injury in the last game, but fortunately the other team had been willing to drop down to six players as well. Perhaps as a result of their general exhaustion, they’d lost three out of four games. They’d gone home a little proud of playing four savage games—and a lot sore. Sore physically because of the hours of playing, sore mentally because of the losses. Parker lay awake for a minute, listening to the rain drumming on their windows. The remnants of a hurricane had made it all the way up to their state, and were blowing out as gusty rain and the occasional thunderclap. They’d closed the windows most of the way, but the wind was still blowing the occasional drops straight through the screen. With the windows closed all the way, however, the room had quickly become unbearably hot. So they had them open a bit, and thus the storm sounded like it was right outside their window. The fact that the rain wasn’t making him need to pee told Parker he was still dehydrated from the day before. He took a drink from his water bottle, cuddled up to Meagan, and tried to go back to sleep. It didn’t work, so he spent some time appreciating the body of his bedmate. She was in shorts and nothing else—too hot for anything more, she said—and had kicked the sheets off in the night. So he watched her bare breasts rise and fall with her breath. The next thing he knew, she was getting out of bed. He must have dropped off for a while. Meagan grumbled for a moment, then fished a tank top up off the floor and pulled it on. When her feet hit the floor she gasped in pain. “What’s wrong?” he asked—or tried to. It came out a little garbled. She understood him anyway. “Blisters,” she said. “And general achy-ness.” She took another step and hissed. “Why are you getting up, then?” “Bathroom.” “Just hold it.” “Wrong kind. Sorry to disappoint.” “Ah, okay.” A few minutes later she limped back into the room. He watched her coming with tired pleasure, since her tank top wasn’t really adequate all by itself; her breasts seemed slightly at risk of falling out, and her nipples were definitely poking through, and her limping caused jiggling which caused a little lackadaisical stiffening in Parker’s groin. She stripped the shirt off and collapsed onto the bed with a sigh of great relief. “I really don’t wanna get out of bed at all today,” she said. “Do you have to?” Parker asked. “I should, I suppose. At least for meals.” “Breakfast in bed.” “Who’s gonna make it?” “I will.” “What about dinner?” “Dinner in bed could be a thing. We could make it be a thing.” “That sounds—heavenly, actually. But I’ll need to go to the bathroom now and again.” Parker flashed a tempter’s smile, a little undercut by the exhaustion still in his face: “Do you have to?” She rolled over, put a hand on her hip and rested her head on the other, and contemplated him with an amused look. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” “Just trying to soothe your aches and pains, love.” “You’d just replace them with a different ache.” “So? It’ll get your mind off of your blisters…” “I’m not holding it all day for you.” “You could pee into something,” he suggested. And then, in a moment of inspiration: “Nobody would hear, with all that wind and rain.” “True,” she said, looking mock-thoughtful. “Okay! If you can find me something to pee into, I’ll only get out of bed when I need to take a dump. Which I just did, so we should be fine for a while.” “Deal,” he said, and they shook on it. Then they made out on it. Parker cupped her butt in one hand and trailed fingers down her chest, but she shook her head. “Too tired for that yet,” she said. Eventually the makeouts trailed off into going back to sleep, but still cuddling. Parker woke up the third time with a full bladder and a rumble in his belly. He went off to deal with both. He scrambled up some eggs and popped some bread in the toaster, then carried up glasses of orange juice to their room while waiting on the toast. One of the nice things about living in the house was that OJ stayed put now and wasn’t routinely swiped from the dorm fridge. Meagan was thirsty and drained about half the glass before he even made it back out of the room, so he carried it down for a refill, then returned with everything, balancing it all carefully. “Oh, wow, love, I wasn’t sure you were totally serious about breakfast,” Meagan said, sitting up. “Of course,” Parker said, handing her one plate and sitting down with the other. “Just eat lots, I don’t have a plan for lunch.” “Not a problem.—And can I get more juice?” “You drank it all already?” “I’m thirsty. You got a problem with that?” He thought ahead and smiled. “Not really, no.” On this latest OJ trip, Parker also brought up something he’d fetched out of the recycle bin: a used-up peanut butter jar with a screwtop lid. He’d washed it thoroughly, feeling a little sneaky. “For later,” he said. “Not too much later at the rate I’m chugging this juice,” Meagan said. “Can’t you hold it a little?” Parker asked. He’d been admiring her eating breakfast while topless, and was feeling horny and impish. “Hmmmm. How about this: I’ll work up to it.” “I can live with that.” Some forty minutes later they had finished their breakfast-feast-in-bed, and Parker had washed up as well. The least he could do for his lover, he thought. He climbed back upstairs, every muscle groaning, but when he got into the room and closed the door, his weariness was chased out by excitement as Meagan held up the peanut butter jar. “Time to put this to good use, huh?” she said. “Some of that juice must have gone right through me.” She set the jar on the floor, and gingerly got out of bed. Between her blisters and her need to pee, she essentially danced out of her shorts, and squatted naked over the jar. Not sure of proper positioning, she held it up to her crotch, and let go. When she finished, she set the jar down—no more than a quarter full. The smell of yellow piss wafted through the room. “Either that’s orange from the juice, or I need to drink more water,” she said. She screwed the lid onto the jar, stood up, and handed him her empty water bottle. “Farm boy,” she said, “fetch me some water.” “As you wish,” he said—but he kissed her before he left. She put her shorts back on and got back in bed, sheet over her body as he opened the door. When he returned, she immediately pulled the sheet back off, and right after that, chugged about a third of her bottle. The occasion seemed right for a massage exchange. Although he usually tried to wrangle getting his last, this time Parker was more than happy to get his first—so she’d be lying face down as she filled up again. He lay with his head on his arms, totally blissed out, as Meagan worked over his sore muscles. And he never minded when she stopped, because she always took a quick swig of water from her bottle when she did. His shoulders and legs were much, much happier when Meagan finished up by draping herself across his back. He wriggled a bit in pleasure at feeling every inch of her along his body, especially legs on legs and breasts just below his shoulderblades. They snuggled pleasantly like this until it got too hot, and then it was Meagan’s turn—after she took another two big swallows of water. There was really nothing like feeling all his lover’s muscles. Parker started with her feet, working around her blisters, because he knew his hands wouldn’t be able to make a dent on her soles once they were a little tired. Then he worked his way up each of her calves and hamstrings. After all the running, this was the main event, so he worked gently but carefully. Both legs finished, he kept going up. It wasn’t as much fun massaging her butt as when she was naked, but he wasn’t about to argue. Then up her spine, step by step, to her shoulderblades—her shoulders—down each arm—and finally her neck. His hands were pretty tired by the end, but still loved it. As for Meagan’s reaction, she was downright purring when he was done—and then she fell asleep. She’ll wake up full, he thought. He grabbed his laptop and lay down beside her to wait. About forty minutes later, she stirred, rolled over, blinked. “What time is it?” she asked. “About 10:30.” “Morning or night?” she said. The room was pretty dark from the rain, so it was a reasonable question. “Night,” Parker said, wondering how long he could keep a straight face. The answer was “about twenty seconds,” and when she figured it out, she sleepily bopped him on the arm with a lazy fist. She might have been full, but she didn’t show any sign of it beyond rolling onto her side. She dozed for another little while before she rolled onto her back, arched her back, and stretched. This had a fascinating effect on her breasts. A moment later, not content with just looking, he reached out and stroked the side of one of her boobs. She smiled at him with sleepy eyes. “Hey,” she said. “Hey.” “So I gotta pee.” “Shall I get you the jar?” “In a bit,” she said. “Just lie with me for a while.” She stretched out her arms for a hug, and gathered him in. He rested his head on shoulder, which put her boobs right in front of his eyes. She caught him looking and cupped them in her hands, perking them up for his benefit. He circled her nipple with a finger until it stiffened up. She gave a tiny shiver and laid her hand over his. A moment later she drew his hand down her belly, slowly, until she rested it over another bulge in her body—a much smaller one, barely noticeable until it was pointed out. But with his hand directly over her bladder, he could feel the tight muscles. “Should I pee now?” she asked. “In a bit,” he said, matching her tone from a moment before. “’Kay.” After a minute or two, he began gently massaging her obliques and abs, which were also a little sore from the day before. She didn’t have a six-pack or the body of a Greek god, by any means; she was as curvy there as she was anywhere else. But her abs were mighty strong, and he loved feeling those muscles as much as any other. He worked his way down—and pushed gently on her bladder bulge. She immediately tensed up. “Okay, when you do that I’ve gotta go ten times worse,” she said. “Sorry.” “Why?” she said. “This is for you, isn’t it? Just don’t make me wet the bed, please. That’d be a pain in the ass and ruin our plans for the day.” “True.” “But can I pee now, please? Remembering that I said I’d work up to it?” “’Kay! But not just another squat over the jar, please.” “Mmmm. I’m so comfy and relaxed—or at least I was until you pushed down on me—I kinda don’t even wanna get out of bed this time, anyway.” “Shall I bring you the jar?” “Mmm—no. Not after what I just said about wetting the bed. But I’ll pee off the edge if you hold the jar for me.” “Isn’t it gonna go everywhere?” “A bit, yeah. Put a towel down first. My dirty one from my shower last night.” He quickly did as instructed. Meagan scooted to the side of the bed, legs dangling over and her hips resting on the edge of the mattress, the rest of her lying back as before. She spread her legs, and he held up the jar to her crotch. She propped herself up on her elbows to inspect the preparations, and then said, “Would you like to make me pee?” “Meaning—?” “Push down on my bladder, like you did before. But you can go a little harder this time. I won’t try to hold on.” “Got it. Yeah, I’d like that. But I’d like to push down while you are trying to hold, too.” “Later,” she said. “We’re still just getting started.” She lay back, head resting on her crossed arms. “I’m ready,” she said. “I won’t even be able to tell when you’re about to make me. I can’t see your hands.” Parker laid a gentle hand on her bulge and relished the feeling. He’d never made a girl pee before. He waited for a minute, savoring the potential power. His erection was hardening up in his shorts. “Hon? I really gotta go.” “I know,” he said playfully. “It’s all about the anticipation.” She laughed. “I’m anticipating it real bad, then!” “Mmmmhmmm!” He waited another few seconds, to build suspense, and then pushed down firmly. She jerked, and when her spasm was finished, she was peeing. It was good she’d told him to put a towel down, because it wasn’t just one straight stream—although there definitely was a central flow. She also sprayed a bit in all directions—including on his hand. He took it—he had to. If he jerked away her main stream would miss the jar. As usual her piss was big but brief. She grabbed him some tissues and helped him clean up a bit. Then she lay back again, legs dangling. “Whew, that was something,” she said. “When you pushed like that—I’m not sure I would have been able to hold on even if I’d been trying.” “Oh, I’ll bet you could have managed,” Parker said, and kissed her inner thigh. “I dunno, you pushed hard!” “You’re so good at this,” and he kissed a little further up that thigh. “You’d be able to.” “Maybe we’ll find out.” “Maybe so,” he said, and licked her lips. She shivered again, for a very different reason this time. He drew back, just for a second, and then spread her labia apart to lick a little deeper, just the way she liked it: gentle lower down, then building in pressure as his tongue came up below her clit and then over the top. Soon she was squeezing his head with her thighs and twining her fingers through his hair and sighing with delight. He kept at this, occasionally pausing and stroking her with a finger while he took a sip of water, until he felt her inner muscles beginning to quiver. He drew back. “Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Do you wanna come now or later?” he asked. “Don’t. Stop.” “I’ll take that as a ‘Now’…” She shuddered as he resumed his licking, and after just another minute or two, he heard her gasping and felt her inner muscles rippling with contractions. He kept going, but more gently, until she begged him to stop. “It feels amazing but I’m too sensitive,” she said. “Glad you liked it.” “You’re so good, lover,” she said, still panting. “Thank you.” “Well, I was in the area.” She laughed again, and stretched lazily, sexily, filled with the afterglow. He climbed onto the bed to lie down next to her. His hard-on bumped her leg, and she reached down to stroke him a little. “Want me to take care of this right now?” she said. “Mmmmm—no, actually. I think we can do better.” “Fuck yeah we can.” She rolled over and reached for her water bottle. As she took a drink, he fondled her curves, kissed her back between her shoulderblades. She rolled back over and kissed him. This led to more making out, paired with more drinking water on her part, until she said, “’Kay, I really should do some reading for class.” It only took five or six minutes to disentangle themselves after that. Although ostensibly working, Meagan stayed naked, and took a sip of water every time she turned a page. Parker did some reading too, but he kept getting distracted by her tiniest movements—was it a sign? was she feeling all that water already?—and so he didn’t get very far. But of course, this was Meagan, so after peeing it took her hours to even get close. Round about 2:30, there was a knock at the door. Suddenly aware of her nakedness, Meagan dived off the bed to grab her shorts, and to hide while she put them on. Parker went to answer the door and didn’t open it very far. It was Dacy. “Just checking on you two,” she said. “I was worried when you didn’t come down for lunch. I figured you were fuckin’, but—all day?” “Oh, we’re just having a lazy Sunday,” Parker said casually, clamping down on the crazy urge to say, Well, we’re doing sexy stuff all day, at least, for a given definition of sexy… “I just needed proof of life,” she said, trying to peer past him. “You okay, hon?” “Hey, Dace, you can come in,” Meagan said. Parker stood aside and looked back at his lover to check if she was fully clothed yet. As she was only just finding a t-shirt at that moment and hadn’t yet put it on, he wondered if he should have done those two things in the other order—but Meagan had said it was okay, and besides, they’d been roommates for two years. They’d probably seen each other naked constantly. “There you are. Also we’re gonna play some board games downstairs. Wanna come?” “Give us a minute?” “Sure. We’ll be in the dining room.” With Dacy safely out of the way, Meagan stepped up to Parker and laid her arms across his shoulders, pulling him close for another lingering kiss. Then she whispered in his ear, “So I gotta go. How do you wanna do this? Games could take a while.” “It would be kinda sexy to have you holding with everyone around, not knowing,” he replied, just as quietly. “Yeah, but I don’t think I wanna interrupt in the middle to run off and pee, or run off and have sex. Can I propose an alternative?” “Sure.” “Let me go now, and that’s the last time until we have sex—after dinner. I’ll still probably end up holding it around the housemates.” “Sounds good—if you finish your water bottle before we go downstairs.” “Deal.” Parker’s board-game experience hadn’t gone much farther than a few rounds of Settlers of Catan, but Zach and Cara had a much more extensive collection than that. Since every game was unfamiliar to him, Parker promptly appointed himself Meagan’s teammate/assistant, which freed up a lot of his attention. He knew the majority of it would be elsewhere soon. Meagan was very focused on the game, however, and despite steady sipping, she showed no signs of need. Still, Parker felt sure she was going to get very desperate later in the evening, since she was dutifully plowing through her newly-refilled water bottle. “You’re being so good, drinking all that water,” Zephyr said. “I got a little dehydrated yesterday,” Meagan said, without batting an eye. With a lot of players, and a fair number of first-time players, the first game took about an hour and a half. Meagan finished a distant fourth and immediately demanded a rematch. The winner (Zach) agreed, but suggested that they postpone it until later, so as not to bore the rest of the group. They switched to a crazy Western-themed card game (gunslingers and sheriffs and so on) and played a quick round. Since the mechanics weren’t too complex, Parker jumped in for the second round. But his concentration was thrown off a little when Meagan whispered in his ear, “So the answer to your question is ‘yes’—just for your benefit.” During the second round of the game, the beer came out, and Meagan had one in addition to her water. Since one of the cards in the game was literally “Beer,” they house-ruled that every time one of them played that card, they had to take a drink of their actual beverage. Meagan knocked back plenty, but hadn’t quite finished either her bottle or her beer when she was knocked out of the game. Quickly bored, she said, “You know what we need?” “What?” “Nachos!” And she went off to make some. Parker had a clear view as his lover danced around the kitchen. Was she just enjoying the music Trav was playing? Was she just showing off for him? Or was she really desperate already? He suspected it was a little bit of all three. The nachos went fast and only whetted people’s appetite. So someone put in a call for pizza (it was maybe a little early for dinner, only 5:30, but when it’s pizza, who cares?) and they played another round of the Western game while they waited for the delivery. Meagan and Parker were together on a team, finally, and won—even though Parker had been knocked out early on, Meagan triumphed for them both—and to celebrate their triumph, Meagan cracked open a second beer. Then the pizza arrived and game-playing was put on hold for a while. After the pizza, most people wanted to switch over to watching TV, but Meagan pointed at Zach and said, “We have unfinished business, you and I.” As Zach set up the rematch game, Meagan gave Parker’s arm a squeeze to hint that the two of them had unfinished business as well. Parker pretended to watch the show on the TV, but his attention was entirely on the show in the other room. Meagan was definitely needing to go now; she’d gone to lockdown. Also she was standing, not sitting, and occasionally moving around a bit more than the game really required. It was apparently a very different game with just two players, and while Zach was clearly gaining the upper hand, Meagan was giving him a real run for his money. Parker came over frequently to “check on the game,” but really to express his appreciation for Meagan with a caress or a kiss. As the show-watching progressed into a third episode, Meagan was fighting for her life—at least in the game. She was fidgeting a little, but no more than that. Still, Parker knew that a fidget from Meagan was as good as a pee-dance from some weaker woman. (Zephyr, say.) And after two beers and all that water, it was only to be expected. Meagan’s game-play became increasingly desperate, and Zach seized the advantage. Parker moved behind Meagan to hug her “in a show of support”—but really so she could feel his hard-on up against her butt, and so he could hide that hard-on from any onlookers. “I really don’t see a way you can win this,” Zach said. “Probably not, but let’s play it out,” Meagan said. Parker squeezed her shoulder—the closest he could come to showing his utter delight. It took another ten minutes to wrap up, and then finally Meagan shook Zach’s hand and thanked him for a game well-won. “Want to play something else?” Zach said. “The night’s young.” “Yeah, but I’m a little tired,” Meagan said. “And I’ve got class in the morning.” She turned to Parker. “Coming?” “Sure,” he replied, casually, as if it didn’t really matter. But their eyes met. Hers were dancing—with a faint undercurrent of strain. Parker followed her upstairs—he grabbed every opportunity he could find to walk behind her and admire the view. At the top, Meagan made a melodramatic gesture of longing—toward the bathroom. And before he could remark on it, she turned the other way, into their room, and whirled to face him as he came in after her and closed the door behind him. She tackled him with a hug and a kiss. It lingered a long time. She ground her body against him, to his astonishment and delight. Less astonishing, but even more delightful, she stood up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear: “I’m absolutely bursting.” “I know,” he said. “All that water, and all that beer…” “I would have resigned half an hour ago if not for you,” she said, crossing her legs. “I just loved it when you said you wanted to play it out to the end.” “Thought you might.” She broke away, twirled in a desperate dance, and started stripping. “I don’t know if I can hold it and fit you in me,” she said, quietly, apologetic. Watching her unhook her bra, Parker said, “Can I come in your boobs?” “Sure!” She held still, squeezing her legs tight together. “How do you want me to pee?” “Hmmmmm… not sure.” “Can we think of something quick?” she asked. “I’m trying to.” “Here, let’s not waste time,” she said, and started pulling his shirt off. As he pondered the pee dilemma, she went down on her knees, slid a hand under her own waistband, and undid the fly of his shorts. She stripped him down, letting his clothes slide to the floor. His boxers got piled up on her knees. She kissed his cock—tip, shaft, base—and cupped his balls in her hand. The other one was firmly wedged between her thighs, shifting slightly as she fingered herself. He shivered and sighed; she shivered and smiled. He looked down and saw her looking back up at him, eyes on fire, lips parted. “I can never get enough of how hard this makes you,” she whispered. “How much this makes you want me.” “So much,” he agreed, breathlessly. “I could tease you all day. Except I’m maybe ten minutes from wetting my shorts.” “Ten minutes? Practically forever. You barely need to go.” “Mmm,” she said. “Well, then, you barely need to come.” “Are you threatening me?” he said. “Nah. Direct comparison. How much do you need to come in me?” she said, cupping a boob with a free hand in demonstration. “So much.” “Well, I need to pee at least as much as you need to come.” She sucked lightly on the tip of his cock, her eyes still locked on his. “How much?” he said. “Hmm?” “How much do you need to pee?” “Oh, it’s really bad.” “I know how I want you to go, but I wanna know if you need to go badly enough to be willing to do it.” “Try me,” she said, “since it’s trying to slip out right now.” “Out the window.” “Onto the roof?” she said, stroking him since her mouth was occupied. “Yeah. While I’m between your breasts. Once a long time ago you said we could try that someday. Someday is today.” She thought about it, her hand still idly stroking. “My bare ass hanging out for all the world to see?” “Yep. But with all the rain, I doubt anyone will be looking.” “Good point. Mmkay! Take the screen off…” He stepped out of the puddle of his shorts and padded over to the window. He raised the blind and slid the sash up as far as it would go, feeling oddly sexy that he was revealing his rampant erection to the world. The warm wet wind felt delicious on his bare skin. Meagan came over beside him, hand still in her shorts, squirming. “Hurry,” she whispered. He pried the screen out of the window frame with clumsy fingers, and felt the spray of the rain as he pulled it free. Meagan dropped her shorts, swung around, lifted herself up onto the broad windowsill with her arms, and scooted her butt out into the rain. “Oh, shit,” she said, wincing. “Can’t hold it?” he said, stepping close to her and caressing her thigh. “The rain and that angle must be making it nearly impossible.” She locked eyes with him again, with a determined smile. “I promised I won’t pee until you come. So I won’t.” He teased her a moment or two longer. He bent to kiss her—forehead, nose, cheek, lips. He slid a finger down the side of her neck. And then he made her wait while he stepped over to the bed and grabbed the lube. He took great pleasure in gently rubbing it between her breasts and on his cock as she watched with desperate eyes. She was shivering with the effort of holding now, but she knew what he was doing and didn’t beg. Until she did. “Hurry,” she whispered. She held onto the windowsill with one hand and used the other to press her breasts together. He slid his cock into the beautifully smooth, beautifully wet valley she offered him, hands on her shoulders. It was a strange angle—but she was so sexy, so desperate, her ass out in the rain but not letting a drop fall. He thrust deep and slow. He could feel her heart pounding, could feel her quivering. The wind was playing with her hair across her shoulders. “I love you,” he said. “So much.” She kissed his chest, and then nuzzled him. Somehow that little gesture of love was best of all. He picked up the pace for her sake. The angle did not make it easy—but still, it did not take long before he was shivering and gasping too. “That’s right,” she said. “Come on me. Come on, lover.” He did. She bent her head quickly and took the tip of his cock in her mouth, swallowing what he gave her. His fingers ran through her hair, tugging gently, insistently. He shuddered one more time, then drew himself out from the embrace of her breasts. He bent over, kissed the top of her head, and said, “Let go.” She did. He could feel her shiver one more time—this time with relief—and then felt the tension drain out of her. Her shoulders sagged, and she gave a little breathless moan. He could hear the hiss of her stream hitting the shingles of the porch roof. But when he looked out, her piss was completely indistinguishable from the rain running down to the gutter. The sound of her stream tapered off, stopped. He pulled her up and out of the window, hugging her fiercely, kissing her shoulders, her back, her thighs, every part of her, until she shivered and sighed and laughed and went weak at the knees and he caught her as she nearly fell. They rolled onto the floor together, feeling the rain still coming through the open window falling on their bare skin. “You amaze me,” Parker whispered in her ear, between kisses. “ ‘Sometimes I amaze even myself,’ ” she replied. “I love you so, so much. Beyond words.” “Me too. That’s why… I don’t bother… to talk… when I’m… making out,” she said, her sentence also punctuated by kisses. “Also that’s why I hold it for you until I burst. A piss is worth a thousand words.” “At least. Ah, fuck, I love you so much and want you so much… I want to be in you again…” “That ain’t happening for a while, I think.” “No. Of course not. But—” he slid two fingers between her inner lips “—these never get soft.” “Mmmmmmmmm. Ordinarily I’d say no, let’s just go to sleep, but somehow…” He made love to her again, the storm still blowing outside, the raindrops still landing on their skin. She cried out into the wind. ----------------------------------------------------------- I wish I knew when I'll have the next story posted. It could take a while. But my motivation was up today and I'm so glad I got this written for y'all. Maybe I'll get the next story started tomorrow. If you're pining for more Meagan & Parker, though, and just can't wait -- PM me for Seasons 1 and 2! Available for trade and polite requests.
  14. Welcome to Housemates Part 2. Part 1, "Road Trip," can be found here, and the first two seasons of the Meagan & Parker show are available for trade. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Trouble With Housemates “Okay, this is really weird,” Meagan said. “What is?” Parker asked. They’d just arrived back on campus and his mind was entirely on the next steps of unpacking and moving in. “They gave me a room and a key.” “Where?” “Franklin.” She looked at him. “But I asked to be off-campus…” “Hey, since I was about ready to smuggle you in: take it and run!” “But I can’t afford it, hon, you know that.” “Still. Take it and run. As far as we can go. Maybe they’ll wise up and kick you out, but for now? Just go with it. You were gonna be staying with me tonight anyway.” Meagan hesitated, fearful, the Ghost of Going Into Debt hovering behind her eyes—but then she said, “Well, I’m tired anyway, I’ll sort this out later.” They drove to Franklin House—a remarkably short trip after their long road journey, just out of the parking lot and across the busy street—and pulled up in the gravel driveway. Franklin House had a shabby grandeur to it, with two white pillars out front on the porch, but it had clearly been occupied by college kids for a long, long time. The side door was propped open, so they went in. The stairs ahead of them invited them up, but Meagan heard voices in the main room to the left, and went in search of people. Parker followed. The people she’d heard were Dacy and her friend/soon-to-be-roommate Zephyr, who were unpacking in the kitchen beyond the living room. Dacy squealed at the sight of Meagan and jumped up for a hug. This left Parker to say hi to Zephyr, who he’d met a few times before. She was just as petite as Dacy, except far more normally proportioned in the breast department, and pure brunette instead of blonde. But she had an adorably cute face and a perky smile—in some ways she was even more bubbly than Dacy. But she didn’t have the high-fashion streak that Dacy had, as Zephyr was wearing torn jeans and tie-dye. The two were quite a pair. The squeals of greeting brought another familiar face downstairs: Mitchell, Parker’s old roommate. Many hugs were exchanged, summers were summarized, and the conversation meandered for a minute before Meagan said, “So here’s something weird: they gave me a key to this place.” Dacy, Zephyr, and Mitchell all looked at Parker. “You didn’t tell her?” Dacy said. “All summer long?” Zephyr added. “Nice job, man. I was sure you were going to spoil it,” Mitchell said to Parker. “Tell me what?” Meagan demanded. “When Parker told us that you couldn’t afford to live in the dorm, because you were just a little short…” Dacy began. “Not having five thousand dollars isn’t ‘a little short.’” “Well, sure. But you were pretty close. So—” “We passed the hat!” Zephyr put in. “Each of us paid an extra three hundred bucks so you could live here,” Mitchell said. “What, all of you? All ten? But that’s only…” “Stop doing math in your head and listen!” Dacy chided. “The team put up another big chunk,” Parker said. “After that, you were less than a thousand short.” “So then we emailed some of your profs…” “Oh, my god,” Meagan said. “And when we counted everything up,” Mitchell finished, “We wound up with a couple hundred extra, so we had Ms. Bonham put that toward your tuition.” At this point Meagan was simply struck speechless. She had a hand over her mouth. “We were worried about getting Resident Life to go along with it, since you’d asked to be off-campus,” Dacy continued, “but it turns out they really hadn’t been happy about that, since your senior status helped get us Franklin in the first place…” “And Ms. Bonham told them it was legit not to ask you, since she’d been there when you decided, and knew you’d come back if you could…” “Ho. Lee. Fuck,” Meagan said. “You really did this?” She swung around on Parker. “And you knew?” “Yup.” “All summer?” “Pretty much.” “And you didn’t tell me?” “I wanted it to be a surprise.” “Plus we weren’t totally sure it would work, until Res Life finally signed off on it last week,” Mitchell added under his breath. “Oh, my god. Oh… I’m gonna cry…” Meagan tackled Dacy and Zephyr in the same hug, then moved on to Mitchell, and finally jumped Parker, kissing him with such fervor that Mitchell said, “Ewww, breeders! Get a room!” “Where is our room?” Meagan said, as she came up for air. “Up the stairs and turn left,” Mitchell said. “Dacy and I sorted out the room assignments so everyone can sleep with the person they want.” “With or without sex,” Dacy hastily qualified. “Without, in our case…” “Aw, darn!” Zephyr said. “Question: is there a bed big enough for two people in our room?” Meagan demanded. “You’ll need to shove two twin beds together, sorry.” “That’ll do.” Meagan turned to Parker. “Go find our sheets right now. Everyone else, I am so so so so grateful—not quite as grateful to have jaw-dropper sex with all of you, but… oh my god, you guys. You are the best!” Three weeks later… “Oh my god,” Meagan groaned as she collapsed onto the bed. “They are the worst.” “What now,” Parker mumbled. “Eleven people in this house,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “Seven of them girls, plus one gay man. The bathroom competition is getting fierce. At our next meeting can we designate one bathroom the Primp Zone, so the rest of us get a chance to get a piss in edgewise? Seriously, kids, I gotta go to class.” “I wouldn’t peg most of you as mirror hogs,” Parker said. “Lucy and Cara are barn girls, you’re pretty casual, Zephyr’s a let-it-all-hang out type…” “We’re not hogs, no, but we’re still girls. We all still do our hair—and for Randy, that ’fro takes a lot of doin’. Dacy and Cara get dolled up when they want to. Oh, and you guys aren’t totally off the hook, y’know. Mitchell definitely takes his time. Trav takes a long time in the shower, too.” “Wait. When you said ‘get a piss in edgewise’… was that for your benefit or mine?” “My benefit, thank you for asking.” It had become their code. If Meagan announced a need to pee and said it was for her benefit, then that told Parker his job was to shut up and find her a toilet. If she said it was for his benefit, however, then he was free to enjoy it—and prolong it, if he wanted. “Sorry.” “Blehh. I’m just glad I’m good at holding it. And that you’ve given me so much practice. It’s Zephyr I feel bad for.” “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about her.” “And it’s also Zephyr who’s been pi—ticking me off the most!” Zephyr: “So hey, guys, since we’re all here, can I ask something?” “What’s on your mind, Zeph?” “Would people be okay with me going topless? I always go topless when I’m at home, and this house already feels a lot like home to me. Can I do that?” Dacy came out in strong support: “Oh, girl, I’m so jealous, I wish I could! Yeah, please do!” Randy: “Whatever floats your boat. Not my style, but I won’t stand in your way.” Mitchell, the token gay: “I’ve got no problem with it!” Parker, Travis, and Zach, the three straight guys, all living with their girlfriends: “Abstain…” Zephyr: “I have such a small bladder! I’ve always gotta go!” Zephyr: “Wheeeeee! I’m so drunk… can y’help me to the bathroom before I piss my panties?” Zephyr: *Whimpering as she runs up the stairs toward Parker, who’s just come out of his room—running up the stairs with a hand clamped over her crotch, her small breasts not bouncing but jiggling with every step she jumps, her face the picture of desperation and helplessness* “Okay, so I’m not even gonna ask if she’s turning you on,” Meagan said. “She’s got to be.” “Less than you might think,” Parker said. “She’s got that little-girl vibe going, which isn’t really all that sexy.” “Oh, come on, Parker! She’s running around with no shirt and no bra! One time she was just in her panties! I swear, next week I’m gonna get full-frontal or something from her. And half the time she’s got her hands down her pants because she’s running to the bathroom. You have got to be turned on by this, don’t lie to me.” “You know I can’t lie to you anyway, love,” Parker said, really not liking the way this conversation was going. “Then look me in the eye and tell me how you’re reacting to all this.” He thought about it. “Yeah, she’s turning me on. Not as much as you do. You’ve got such a different style.” “Thank you for that addition,” Meagan growled. “Hey! I’m telling you the truth, love. Yeah, she turns me on. You get me off. I’m not happy that she turns me on, I’m not proud of it—but I am absolutely sure that you’re the one I want, not her.” “I know,” Meagan groaned. “I know. It’s like Dacy and the t-shirt all over again.” “Which, incidentally…” “I know!” Parker spread his hands. “Seven girls in this house. Even when they’re not running around with no shirts on, they do go around without a lot of clothes sometimes. And they’ve all gotta pee sometimes. We just can’t help it.” “I know I know I know I know...” Meagan said. “Gah! It’s nobody’s fault, I’m just—frustrated.” “Me too. Do you want a back rub?” She gave him a look. “Is this a play to get my shirt off and get me lying on my belly when my bladder’s full?” “…It might not be.” “Dude, I am pretty tired of this. And I’ve got class in twenty minutes—” “Neck rub. Shirt stays on, you can stay sitting up.” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s in it for you, then?” “I like rubbing my hands over your body. Regardless of level of clothing or fullness of bladder.” She smiled ruefully and shook her head—presumably at her own reaction, because she said, “Mmkay, I can work with that.” She sat on the floor so he could have the advantage of height. It was a very nice room they had. Large, high-ceilinged, with two big windows facing the front yard and the street beyond, but high enough up and set back (behind the porch roof) that it still felt fairly private. Here in early fall, when the days were still warm, they left the windows open and felt almost like they were living outside, it was so fresh and airy and open and sunlit, especially on mornings like this one. It could be a little loud from the traffic in the evening, but they were getting used to it as white noise. They’d decorated—well, mostly Meagan had decorated, though Parker had insisted on a poster or two. They’d shoved the two beds together and filled in the cracks creatively and now, for the first time in their whole relationship, they had a “bed” big enough for the both of them. They’d taken absolute advantage of that bed—eight or nine times, the first week. Even with their dead-sexy road trip, they still felt the need to make up for lost time over the summer. The one visit Meagan had managed to sneak from summer camp had been desperately needed, since they’d both been climbing the walls with horniness at that point, but the point was, it was the only sex they’d had over a seven-week period. Hence the gloriously sexy outburst of their road trip, and the delightful intimacy of sharing a room in a college house where everyone knew they were having sex and didn’t mind in the least. But they were finding that the house had its drawbacks. Maybe the worst problem with the house was that the walls and floors were not that soundproof. Even in the dorms, music from next door had often been a problem—that and the sounds of bouncing bedsprings, plus the occasional moan. Here in Franklin House, the walls and floor seemed paper-thin. Conversations could not only be occasionally overheard, but actually carried on from room to room. Plus Meagan and Parker’s room was on the second floor, which made it all the hotter in the late-summer heat, and the only way to cool off was to open the windows wide. At that point, they could hear every note and drumbeat of Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five” playing in Mitchell’s room—not a song noted for being penetrating. So when doing some penetrating of their own, Meagan and Parker had to bite their tongues and muffle their cries and think twice about doing anything actually on the bed, to avoid tell-tale creaking. Playing music of their own barely helped. They could tell, because they sometimes hear Zach and Cara getting it on despite those two being on the ground floor and on the other side of the house. And of course Parker’s kink was a factor. On the one hand, it was harder to do much of anything in the house. It was hard to know if the house was ever empty, with so many people coming at odd hours and with so many doors in and out of the house. Sex in the shower would be understood and smiled at but would also be extremely detectable if anyone came by. So they hadn’t done anything kinky since the road trip. The nearest they’d gotten was Meagan getting him off after the waiting-in-line/peeing-outside incident at Travis’ party. On the other hand, Parker now had an unexpected spread of turn-ons… or, from another angle, temptations. The lines for the bathrooms had begun forming immediately. There were only three, one downstairs and two up. It was still not uncommon to see several people waiting in the hall, especially in the mornings—which meant seeing Dacy in her t-shirt, or Zephyr in just shorts, fidgeting restlessly as they waited for Mitchell or Miranda to get out of the shower. But if anything, the parties were the best and the worst. After all, Meagan and Parker had met in a Franklin House party bathroom line. Travis was their dominant partier, an expert in getting the fun times rolling and the beer flowing. It was only three weeks into the year, and they’d already had their first keggers, including the one for Travis’s birthday. On party days, the lines could get huge. “It’s just a crowded house,” Parker said, as he worked on Meagan’s shoulders. “No way around it.” “Yeah.” Meagan sighed and leaned back against him. “I’m sorry, love. I do trust you; it’s just…” “I know. And I’m sorry I’m stressing you out. I wish I could just ignore it, but I can’t. If I made a big deal out of looking away, Zephyr might feel uncomfortable. Or figure me out, even worse.” “I don’t blame you. Much, at least. I just think we’ve got to figure out a way for us to have some fun of our own. Get your mind back on me.” “We used to be good at this, back in the roommate days.” “I know! Well, it’s housemate days now. We can do this.—But not right now, sorry, not with class in ten minutes.” “We’ll think of something.” “We will. Just wish we could think of a way for me to use the bathroom right now.” “I could find something in the kitchen, maybe?” She smiled and kissed his knee (the most easily accessible part of him). “It’s not just the peeing. I wanted at least a minute with the mirror.” “Don’t we have a mirror in the closet?” “The mirror and my makeup, which I left in there.” “You don’t wear makeup.” She laughed. “Parker, almost every girl does. I don’t make a thing about it, but I do have some.” “I didn’t know.” “Yeah, well, like I said—I generally go for the natural look. But even ‘natural’ takes a little help sometimes.” “You don’t need to do that for me, you know.” “What, you like it when I’ve got a zit on my nose?” “I hadn’t noticed.” “That’s ‘cause I use concealer, doofus.” “No, like I hadn’t noticed this morning until you mentioned it. I mean, I see it now that you’ve told me about it…” “Really? You didn’t see it? It was the first thing I saw.” He shrugged. “You look great to me, love. You always do.” She chuckled. “Sorry, hon, but your judgment is just a little suspect right now on account of horniness.” She glanced at the clock. “Crap crap crap. I’ve gotta go—in more than one way. I’d better get moving so I can pee before class, makeup or no makeup. It’s Professor Stoltz, I can’t be late.” “So if it turns out that clock is a little slow and you don’t have time before class starts, you’ll have to hold it the whole hour?” She smiled, a little distracted, her mind already on the day ahead. “Go right ahead and imagine that if you want, hon, but I’ve got the time. See you at lunch?” “Sure.” They kissed and she headed out, leaving the door of their room open behind her. Parker went to the window to watch her go. She wasn’t showing much, but he could see a bit of the telltale stiffness of her stride as she walked toward the road. Then, of course, she had to wait for traffic to clear a bit—and then she had to sprint across… he took a moment to imagine what that might feel like on her bladder. As he lost sight of her through the leaves of the trees, a rapid tapping caught his attention. He turned around. Zephyr was in the hall, in nothing but shorts, knocking at the bathroom door. She was marching in place, her other hand hovering near the knot in her shorts’ drawstring. There was a faint look of panic in her eyes—and her nipples were hard. Parker quickly looked away before she saw him, and clenched his fists tightly. This could be a long year… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that's a nice place to stop, isn't it? With signs of trouble on the horizon? Sorry that there's not a lot of fun stuff in this particular installment. Mostly I'm setting the scene, as you probably figured out, and advancing the plot a little. (Be on the lookout for foreshadowing, by the way.) But the fun starts ramping up next time, I promise. Once again, if you'd like to acquire Seasons 1 and 2 (with their bonus stories, never published on omo.org), PM me about a trade. I accept: stories, videos, and images you have permission to share original artwork (especially if it’s of Meagan) significant constructive feedback reviews (i.e., good publicity) asking nicely I worked hard on the bonus content and the formatting, so please please please, let's make a deal! I want these stories read!
  15. Hey, it's been a while since I've posted a story. I've been toying around with the concept behind this story for a while, but couldn't figure out how to make it work until a week and a half ago, when the words just really started to flow from my brain onto the keyboard. A week ago I even announced in a status update that I was going to get this story done and posted by the end of today (along with a little preview you might have already read), and for once I finally met my deadline. ===== The City Without a Ladies Room It's hard to focus on work, or much of anything else when you really have to pee. I didn't need to pee, I had used the men's room only an hour ago. But I was still quite distracted because of my co-worker Erin, because I knew she really had to pee quite badly. Erin had come in shortly before 8 AM, sipping on a large Starbuck's coffee. She had finished draining it within an hour and helped herself to several refills with office coffee throughout the day. I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room. I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon. I soon realized they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet. Back to the present, Erin's love for her Starbuck's coffee was only making the lack of a ladies room even more of a problem for her bladder situation as the day went on. To my surprise Erin was fine throughout the morning despite draining several large cups of coffee. I guess when you can't pee in public and you love your coffee you build up a larger bladder overtime. But by the early afternoon Erin finally began to get fidgety and shift her legs around as she worked at her desk, but that didn't stop her from grabbing yet another coffee soon after coming back from lunch. By 3 PM Erin was openly crossing her legs as we worked together on a project. She clearly needed to pee, probably quite badly by now, yet she was just starting on her 5th cup of coffee by my count. I had been silent on the subject all day, but given how bad her bladder situation appeared to be getting, and how we still had another 2 hours of work left, I had to say something. "Erin, is that coffee really a good idea considering how much you've already had today?" I asked her. "Truthfully, it's probably not Jeff. I've already gotta piss pretty bad when I get home, I haven't gone in 8 hours already" she admitted sheepishly as she took another sip of coffee, all while continuing to squirm around anxiously in her seat. "Then maybe you shouldn't drink the rest of that cup of coffee, otherwise it'll make you need to pee even worse" I suggested sensibly. "I mean what is it, your 5th one today Erin? You must be dying to pee already, and we've still got 2 more hours left until quitting time!". "I know, but I'm addicted Jeff, I've gotta have my coffee. Surely you understand, you've had nearly as much coffee as me Jeff " she pointed out, with an eye on my own coffee cup. "Yes, but I've already had to use the office men's room 3 times today because of drinking all that coffee Erin. You haven't been able to go even once, and you've had more coffee then me already due to that large Starbuck's coffee you picked up on the way to work!" I pointed out. I left it unsaid how badly I had needed to pee before visiting the men’s room each time, I'm sure it's the last thing Erin would have wanted to hear while dealing with such a full bladder. "Oh, don't worry about me Jeff, I can handle a little more coffee" Erin insisted without concern. Her coffee cup was anything but 'little' like she insisted. "I know I said I really had to pee bad when I got home, but I can hold it till then Jeff. This is hardly the first time I've risked having one too many cups of coffee out in public, I'm used to dealing with the consequences of my caffeine addiction Jeff. Now let's get back to work, shall we?". I tried to focus on work with Erin like she asked, but it was extremely difficult to. Erin was already quite the eye candy to look at with her beautiful long dark hair, her slender body, and her warm smile. Not to mention she was about my age, mid-20's. How could I possibly focus on work when a girl like that was sitting next to me bursting for a pee, and squirming around in her seat in the sexiest way? How could I focus on work when I knew that Erin still had to hold on for several more hours, because there were no lady's rooms in the city? How could I focus on work when Erin insisted on continuing to drink more coffee anyway despite her obviously desperate need to pee? Bad as the situation was for Erin, the thought that she might not be able to make it excited me. Let's just say I was very glad that my crotch was hidden from Erin's view at that moment. By 4:30 PM, with 9 and a half hours separating her from her last trip to her toilet at home, and her 5th cup of coffee fully drained, Erin couldn't sit still anymore. She rocked back and forth at the edge of her seat, trying to jam her heel against her pee hole as she tried to focus on her work. A quick look around the office told me that Erin was hardly alone in her struggle. Even the women who had tried to avoid drinking too much throughout the day had built up a large supply of piss in their bladder by now. The women were all clearly eager to rid themselves of their brewing load of boiling piss when they got home, some more then others, as seen by all their uncomfortable squirming. But none of them had drank as much coffee as Erin had, so she probably needed a piss the worst of all. "Ok, maybe that last cup of coffee was a mistake Jeff" Erin finally admitted as she held herself. "I know you're thinking it Jeff, don't deny it" she added. "I was debating telling you 'I told you so', but now I don't have to" I admitted. "I know you really love your coffee Erin, but you had to know you'd be feeling it later like this when you drank so much. Why do you do it to yourself when you know you won't be able to pee for a number of hours?". "Because I refuse to let the availability of a toilet dictate my life Jeff" Erin answered stubbornly as she continued to squirm around anxiously in her seat. “And besides, if I didn’t need to piss bad by now towards the end of my shift, I’d be severely dehydrated Jeff. So, it’s better for me to drink a bunch of coffee like you guys, even if I can’t pee for a long while. My bladder will just have to deal with it and wait till I’m home”. "Have you ever had to find a secluded alley to take a leak because you had too much coffee and waited too long?" I asked curiously. "No! That's gross and illegal Jeff!" she answered with disgust. "And no, I wouldn't consider doing such a disgusting thing even if it were legal, I’d still hold it!" she added, with her legs now tightly crossed. "You guys may be able to drink your coffee and pee whenever you want, but not me, us ladies just have to hold it Jeff". I'm sure the last half hour of work stretched out the slowest for Erin. By now I felt myself needing to pee yet again from my last coffee, and it was quickly becoming more urgent. I knew I should just get up and use the men's room, especially before I left the office. But I didn't want to miss a second of Erin's desperate struggle, so I held it with her without saying anything about my need. When the clock finally hit 5 PM Erin was too busy typing up an email to notice the time, and I selfishly kept silent about it. I wondered how much longer Erin would keep working and delay her trip home for a much-needed piss if I said nothing. Erin was my next-door neighbor at the apartment I had recently moved into, so we both took the same bus to and from work. I knew we didn't need to rush out of the office right away at 5 PM to catch the first bus home, but we couldn't waste too much time before leaving either. It took 10 minutes before Erin finally realized what time it was, I was almost glad when she finally did, as I really needed to pee by that point. "Jeff look at the time! We need get moving, otherwise we'll miss the first bus home" Erin announced anxiously as she moved to shut her computer down. I quickly followed suit. "I'm glad the workday is finally over Jeff. I really want to get home so that I can pee for the first time in 10 hours" she added happily as she fidgeted her legs around. "Now that you mention it, I've definitely got to pee before we leave Erin. I wish the men's room wasn't in the opposite direction of the elevator" I told her. I wasn't trying to purposely delay Erin farther, I was seriously doubting that I could hold it till I got back home if I tried. I was about ready to grab my cock through my pants in desperation. Still, I couldn't help but feel insensitive telling Erin I needed to stop and take piss before we left, knowing that Erin needed to pee much worse and had been holding it for much longer. Erin gave me an annoyed look. "We don't have time for you to run across the building for a piss Jeff, we'll miss the first bus for sure if you do. Just use the public urinals in the lobby area" Erin suggested in a matter-of-fact tone as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevator. She was referring to several urinals by the front door of the office building with practically no privacy except for your turned back. While I didn't have anything against using a urinal with basically no privacy, the thought of using it in front of Erin and the other women who hadn't been allowed to pee all day by the city sounded downright cruel to the girls. "I think it would be better for both of us if I just ran to the men's room and caught up with you at the bus stop" I suggested as we waited for the elevator. Rather than accept my suggestion and leave it at that, Erin refused to drop the subject. "What's wrong with just using the urinals in the lobby area Jeff? You aren't pee shy, are you?" she asked me frankly as she crossed her legs and squirmed around anxiously. Did Erin somehow not mind seeing other guys piss away in the urinals next to her, even when she badly needed relief herself? "No Erin. I just don't want to be the jerk who pees right in front of a bunch of desperate women like you who haven’t been able to pee all day" I explained as we entered the elevator. I thought my answer should have been obvious to Erin already. To my surprise, rather than be grateful, I saw a flash of annoyance on Erin's face. "I figured you must have felt that way when you didn't want to use the urinals Jeff. A lot of the guys who are new to the city feel pee shy like that around the public urinals at first" Erin said sympathetically, as she openly held herself and continued to squirm around anxiously. "Jeff, do you really think me, and the other women haven't seen guys using the public urinals countless times when we already really need to pee?" she asked me gently. "Well... I admit I'm so new to this city that I never thought of that. I guess with how prevalent the public urinals are it's silly to think you haven't" I admitted. Erin nodded in acknowledgement as she crossed her legs. "But that doesn’t mean that it’s not being really unfair to you ladies" I added, to which Erin rolled her eyes. "It's an everyday occurrence Jeff. I won't mind if you pee in the lobby area urinals in front of me, neither will the other office women. We see it all the time Jeff, it's nothing new" she reassured me. "Besides, the urinals are met for you guys to use Jeff. It wouldn't be fair to you for me and the ladies to tell you to just not to use them". Silence stretched between us as I tried to wrap my head around Erin's reassurance and gentle encouragement, all while my bladder continued to bother me. Part of me thought that Erin's attitude on the subject made some sense given how long she'd lived in the city. But the other part of me couldn't get over the fact that a woman who hadn't peed in over 10 hours and had 5 large cups of coffee during that time (enough to make me piss myself twice) was trying to encourage me to pee in a urinal in front of her. I was anxious and still had to piss like a racehorse when we got to the ground floor, but Erin no doubt needed to piss much worse then me. I glanced over at Erin again, she was holding so much boiling piss back that she had a noticeable bladder bulge, which her pants were painfully digging into. Erin continued to fidget around anxiously and subtly grab her crotch as she stepped off the elevator. "Erin, are you sure you want me to pee in the urinals instead of dashing to the men's room?" I asked her. "Yes! Just go pee in the urinal already Jeff! I won't look" she promised impatiently as she shook her legs around. "Just try and hurry it up so that we make the first bus ok. You aren't the only one who really needs to piss Jeff!". In that moment Erin's insistence on me peeing in the urinal suddenly made a lot more sense. She was impatient to get home, and release her heavy load of boiling piss, that had been troubling her bladder for hours now. She was so eager to rid herself of the boiling piss that she was willing to listen to me pee in a urinal right next to her if it got her home to her toilet quicker. I hurried to one of the urinals and began unzipping my pants to take my cock out. Despite her bladder's much greater need then mine, I saw Erin standing just a few feet off to the side rather than waiting for me outside. She waited with politely averted eyes as I began to pee in the urinal practically right next to her. Her legs were already tightly crossed before my noisy piss reached her ears. She began to rock back and forth a bit as she anxiously bit her lower lips upon hearing me start to piss. Erin wasn't the only person around of course. In my peripheral vision I recognized Danielle from HR coming around the corner. She already looked rather uncomfortable after holding it for the entire workday. Her steps were as hurried as possible in high heels, and she had a noticeable bladder bulge stretching her skirt. When she realized I was pissing in one of the urinals I saw her grimace and openly hold herself. But like Erin had promised she said nothing, instead she hobbled her way past me and left through the front door. Part of me couldn't help but be turned on by how Erin & Danielle suffered in silence as I continued to piss away. My cock began to harden, which slowed my piss down considerably. My piss and my partial erection were basically taunting Erin's poor swollen bladder. I felt guilty when I saw a bit of false hope in Erin's eyes that my slowing piss met that I was nearly done, only for the hope to vanish when I managed to resume pissing with full force again. I felt guilty all over again. How could I expect Erin to be fine with waiting patiently for me as I finished my relieving piss, all while she was expected to wait and remain in dire of need of relief for herself? And yet Erin was the one who didn't see a problem with this unfair situation! She had insisted repeatedly that I piss in the urinals in front of her! I wondered again why she didn't just wait right outside for me where she wouldn't have to listen to me piss right next to her. At times like this it disturbed me how much Erin and the other women of the city unquestionably obeyed the city's expectation that they hold it without complaint for however long they're away from home. Erin had been desperate to pee all afternoon, and I hadn't heard one complaint from her about how unfair it was that I got to pee while she had to hold it for much of her day. Any doubt I might have had when Erin denied ever peeing in a secluded alley when her bladder situation became too much for her to handle vanished. If she wanted to do so in secret to rid herself of what must have been a gallon of boiling piss brewing in her bladder by now without me around to witness it she could have easily been doing that right now. When I finally finished my relieving piss after a long minute I flushed. Erin visibly flinched at the sound as she squirmed around and clawed at her crotch anxiously. I hurried to zip my pants back up as I turned to face Erin. "Feel better now Jeff?" she asked with surprising calm despite her desperate fidgeting. "You sounded like you really needed it, I didn't think you'd go on for so long". "Yes, but you could have just waited for me outside Erin" I pointed out. "I could. But I figured it's better to help you get over your pee shyness now rather than later Jeff. You'll thank me later, it'll be a lot more convenient for you to be able to use any of the public urinals" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now let's get moving Jeff, I seriously need to get home so that I can pee, I definitely had way too much coffee today". ===== That's it for now, let me know what you think. I intend to write more in this series. I'm uncertain if I'll stick to focusing on Erin, or focus on other characters to explore how a city without a ladies room effects other people in other occupations.
  16. here are all of my favourites hope you enjoy beach_peeing_on_spring_break.flv Beach-X-ray pees through swimming suit.avi bikini step.flv bikini_pee_home.wmv Breanna Peeing Her Bikini.flv deliberate_bikini_wetting.mp4 Drew in the dunes 03 DivX503.avi Girl wets bikini on beach - proper edit.avi Pee Pee on Pier- Summer 2009.mp4 pees herself then takes off top.flv
  17. ((Another older fic, this one involves Midari and Yumeko from Kakegurui, and some good ol' Desperation and Wetting! 😈 It takes place after s1 of the anime, since I haven't gotten around to reading the manga to see how their relationship developed after their first match. Warning for minor dark content (a few mild references to Midari's gunplay kink and suicidal tendencies, but absolutely nothing in detail there, and nothing you wouldn't expect from the anime itself). This one is also NSFW (a masturbation scene and clothed grinding). )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been too long. Too long since she'd found any sort of thrill, or even remote satisfaction, at this school. No, in this life. Living had already seemed meaningless for the majority of her time on this earth, but ever since that fateful day, things had seemed even emptier than before. Giving makeovers, enforcing the rules of the council, scaring the hell out of certain students...she was just going through the motions, day in and day out, with nothing to change it. The only thing that got her heart pounding, besides the click of a cold metal barrel to her head, wasn't even a thing. It was a person. One glorious, beautiful, terrifying person. Yumeko. She'd been expressly forbidden from seeking her out during the weeks after their own encounter, told she wasn't to interact with their enemy until the President's secretive plans were complete. Humph. The President... She might have said fuck it and gone after Yumeko anyways, orders be damned, but...she'd needed time to prepare her own plans. That speech the girl had given her towards the end of their game, those cutting remarks about how they weren't actually the same at all, how pointless it was, how she wasn't actually providing a satisfying challenge...how it wasn't even a gamble, because she would have won either way... If she wanted to impress Yumeko, to prove that she was worth gambling with, that she was capable of giving her the kind of extraordinary rush that she felt whenever her life was on the line...She had to step it up. She had to come up with a real challenge, something crazy, something truly worthy of catching the devil's attention. Something that would give them both the pleasure and danger they craved... And so she'd plotted, ignoring the other council members during meetings, scrolling through her cell phone's photos and gushing over the object of her desires, trying to figure out what would make that creature tick, trying to decide what she could add to the game to really bring it over the edge... A few weeks later, she'd heard through the grapevine about the big showdown, the highest stakes gamble...that had ended in a tie. A tie...A game like that, painstakingly set up to prove once and for all who was going to win, Yumeko or the President...and it had all been pointless in the end. Hah! It was all without any meaning, just as she'd been saying all along! She'd laughed so hard that day that she'd fallen right out of her council seat. And now...with everything back to square one...with no new plots in play as the council pondered their next moves, as Yumeko continued to enjoy every day, gambling away with her schoolmates...she was free to step in. She could finally have her shot at the prize. And so she'd left her dorm room an hour before any classes started, nearly skipping through the hallways, her handbag loaded up with her prized gun, extra ammunition, and every type of card, chip, and set of dice she could think of. She knew by now exactly where Yumeko would be, in the common area and eating some sort of pastry, and the moment she spotted the table (thankfully empty, Ryota must not have met up with her yet) she grinned, her heart beating faster. "Yumeko!~ It's been a long time since we've seen each other...How's it been going since you dealt with the President?" She'd looked up from her plate with that innocent smile, seeming to brighten up at once. "Oh, Midari! It's nice seeing you here! We had a thrilling game! I'm really looking forward to seeing what she cooks up next time..." "Yeah, I heard it was intense, the whole council was talking about it. But enough about the past. Got any plans lined up for the day?" "Not yet, but I'm sure I'll find something! There are always games going on here!" "Well, if you don't have anything yet...I WANT A REMATCH!" She'd hoped to play it cool, but her eagerness was getting the best of her. Still, she'd ask fair and square this time. No kidnapping or arrests. "Just hear me out, I've got something that'll knock those stockings right off! Look, I've got all of the stuff ready, so just let me explain the rul-" "Alright, Midari...how would you feel about a different kind of game this time? It isn't played with cards or chips, but it's still a gamble.~" What? Not played with cards or chips? But she'd spent weeks planning this, setting up everything they needed, ironing out all of the rules, making sure it was going to be as dangerous as possible! Was all of her hard work just going to go to waste? And what would even be entertaining about a game without any of those things? "Why would I want to play a different game? We had so much fun last time!" she pleaded, leaning closer to the table and digging through her bag until her hands clasped cold metal. She whipped it out, holding her hand towards her. "Yumeko, please just take my gun and let's go set things up! One shot, I'll let you have a free shot at me! Please, just press the barrel against my head and-" "No guns, or I don't play with you at all." Yumeko stated quietly, smile disappearing as she let disdain fill her voice. Her hand reached out to gently take the gun, setting it down on the table before she turned back around. "I already told you that there isn't any true risk when those are involved, not when you're so eager to die. If you aren't willing to play by my rules, I can have plenty of fun with Ryota, and you can just go by yourself and-" No, she couldn't choose that spineless bastard over her! He didn't deserve her, he didn't appreciate her the way she did! He was just her pet, her pawn, not someone who understood the true appeal of gambling, the thrill of surprises! "Okay! Okay, I'll do it! Whatever it is I'll do it, just name the rules! I need you, Yumeko, please! You're all I've thought about since that day! All I can think about is the rush I got when we were together, that look in your eyes...Relieve me, relieve me of all of this pent up pressure!~" She was pleading now, getting down onto her knees, staring up at the woman who held all of the power, who was her only chance at getting some relief before she went mad with lust and boredom. Yumeko finally smiled again, and though her face held the same cheerful innocence she often wore, she could have sworn she saw those eyes flash for a moment, that briefest glimpse of the creature she so idolized stirring beneath the surface. "Actually, you're going to be feeling even more pressure before our game is over, Midari. You're going to be groveling at my feet, begging for relief.~" ~~~ And so Yumeko had told her the rules of her game. She was to go about her day today as normal, with a few exceptions: 1. She wasn't to use the restroom or otherwise relieve herself (be it intentionally or unintentionally) until after she was given explicit permission from Yumeko. If she broke this rule before classes let out for the day, Yumeko would cancel their fun entirely. 2. For an extra element of chance, after every class, they would meet up in the hallway and Yumeko would flip two coins. If they both landed on tails, nothing would happen. One head, and she would be forced to down half a bottle of water right there in the few minutes before her next class, or if two heads, it would be an entire bottle. Anything else she chose to drink throughout the day and how much was entirely her choice. And finally, what was probably going to be the most difficult part of the challenge: 3. She was forbidden from being anything but pleasant to Ryota if they happened to cross paths. She still wasn't sure how the hell having to piss was going to be anywhere close to the thrill she could seek from a gun, but this was the task Yumeko had given her, so she was determined to follow orders and see where it led. Yumeko had promised that after classes were over, they'd 'move somewhere more private for the real fun to begin', and, well...she hoped at least some of what her idol had in mind was close to what was now running rampant through her own imagination... ~~~ If there was one benefit to this game of Yumeko's that she hadn't expected, it was how much more sensitive her full bladder seemed to make everything else. The first three classes hadn't been bad at all (she'd downed the bottle and a half from the coin flips with ease), and while lunch had been uncomfortable, it had still been manageable (so much so, in fact, that she'd downed an entire can of tea with her food, just to liven the rest of the challenge up). But things had started hitting harder for her next class, and another half bottle had actually sent nerves running through her. Although, that only served to heighten her excitement. If she was actually starting to sweat, maybe this wasn't going to be so boring after all... After a while of shifting and squirming in her seat during the daily council meeting, she'd ditched the room for one of her usual 'bathroom breaks'. On her way out she'd heard a few of the members muttering to each other about her awkward body language. It was ironic, actually. The one time she actually did need to piss and had a valid excuse to bust out of there, and she wasn't even going to go. Stepping into the stall and seeing the toilet had her shoving a hand down her skirt for an entirely different reason than usual as she was forced to cross her legs, groaning quietly. She really hadn't expected all of that water to catch up with her so early on in the challenge, but she was quickly approaching the closest she'd ever come to actual desperation. She wasn't going to let out a drop though. She had to save everything for Yumeko! "Yumeko..." Just whispering her name sent chills through her, her body shuddering before she'd sat down on the toilet. She'd had to clench her lower muscles tightly as they threatened to contract again. Fuck, she had to piss. "Fuck..." Closing her eyes and leaning her head back, she'd tried to ignore the present urge in favor of taking care of other urges. It was slow going at first. Despite her desire, it was hard to relax and get into the mood when most of her energy was focused on the constant throbbing in her abdomen. Every light touch had her stiffening up or squirming on the cold porcelain as the urgency spiked, and she had to cross her legs more than once in order to maintain control. But once she'd finally started to get into the rhythm of things? Once the lighter touches started adding up, and when she'd started to regain the ability to focus on the feeling of sensations besides her bladder's urges? Those other delicious tingles, the teasing drips that ran along such a sensitive area, reminding her what else could be dripping if she would just let go... Holy shit. She hadn't done anything else different from her usual stroking routine, but every single nerve seemed to be on edge, every bit of stimuli amplified tenfold. It was rolling through her body in dizzying waves, at one point so intense that she'd nearly blacked out, the bathroom stall speckling at the edges of her vison as she gasped for air, barely able to make out her ragged voice over the ringing in her ears. Mother of fuck. The only thing that kept her conscious was the absolutely burning throbbing between her legs, her hand pressed hard against the slick, pulsing part of her that was now trying to force a jet of piss out of her with all its strength. She could feel her bladder contracting along with the aftershocks, could feel everything running up her urethra, teetering right on the edge of coming out as she gently rocked in place, shuddering, with her palm serving as the only thing stopping her from losing complete control. "You can do this...Y-You can do this..." she muttered repeatedly, biting down on her lip and moaning as she waited for her body to ride out the afterglow of pleasure. Slowly, her breathing began to steady, the sensation below beginning to dull as she lost her hypersensitivity, and after a few minutes she managed to pull her hand back to wipe it off with a wad of toilet paper, relying on her clenching muscles alone to hold back the flood. Sweat was dripping along her forehead as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes. That was...well, it wasn't exactly at the top of her list when it came to euphoric experiences (gunplay was always going to rest at the top, forever coveted until she could find someone to engage in it with her), but... "What a fuckin' rush..." Light tapping on tile caught her attention as the restroom door creaked open, and she could see black dress shoes with white socks below the stall's opening, slowly creeping into the room in front of her. They hadn't dared come close to her stall, lurking back towards the sinks, but she could see them shuffling from side to side, eventually crossing over each other and hopping around as a hesitant knocking sounded against the granite counter. "U-Um...Miss Midari? A-Are you...almost done? I-I know you don't like being, er, interrupted, b-but the other restrooms are closed for cleaning, a-and it's kind of an emergency..." The legs stepped back out of range from her limited vision as soon as the girl had finished squeaking out her question, and she just barely caught a frantically murmured "Pleasepleasedon'tshootmeohgoshpleasedon'tshoot!" She was sure that last bit had been more of a desperate prayer (how pointless), certainly not actually aimed at her. Any other time, she probably would have been pissed off enough to storm out and scare the living daylights out of whatever poor girl had bothered her during these special times, maybe even toy with the little thing for a bit if she wanted to get any pleasure to make up for the ruined session. But today...well, she was still in one of the most blissful afterglows of her life, so she supposed she could afford to be forgiving. And actually...perhaps this girl could do a little something for her after all... "It's fine, I don't give a shit. Just hop in and go before you piss yourself, I can see you wriggling like a toddler out there." The girl was hesitating, shuffing around in silence for a moment before she spoke up again, sneaking back into view as she paused in front of her stall. "Um...a-are you sure? I-It's really okay?" She guessed she couldn't fault her for being so cautious. It wasn't exactly above her morals to pull a trick once in a while, only to twist it around to get what she really wanted. "I'm serious, I really don't care. Just hurry up before I change my mind!" "Oh...o-okay...Thank you, M-Miss Midari! I really appreciate it!" Darting footsteps tapped to her left as the girl ran into a stall a couple of doors down from her own, slamming it shut and fumbling with the lock before she got situated, moaning and whimpering under her breath the whole time. That's it, just let go. You must be so damn desperate... The moment she heard the torrent hitting the bowl she doubled over, biting down on her knuckles to muffle a cry of her own as she heard the girl huffing in relief. Her urge had just barely settled back to an ache earlier, but now it was back in full force, throbbing harshly as she squirmed around, crossing her legs so tightly that her thighs soon burned with the strain. It was splattering so loudly, hissing and pouring, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent bathroom...her bladder spasmed again, and she just barely clenched her muscles back to prevent a leak, tears springing to her eyes as she fought to breathe quietly through her nose. It's torture...Fucking hell, it's absolute torture! Thank you, Yumeko, you devil. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! It was all she could do to focus on her pulsing bladder instead of the slowly-returning arousal below, keeping still and trying to breathe calmly instead of giving in to the sensation as the girl stepped out to wash her hands, the running water almost as agonizing. She really couldn't risk a second wave right now. No, as delicious as this suffering was, she needed to wait for a few hours, let her aching bladder settle while she distracted herself with mundane things. She needed to wait for Yumeko. Yes...that would be far more pleasurable than anything she could conceive of doing to herself right now... ~~~ Two wonderfully brutal hours later (and a final half bottle of water she'd barely been able to drink, one that the coin had only given her because her hands were shaking too badly to actually flip it), after final classes had let out for the day, she'd wasted no time tracking the little devil down, speed-walking through the hallways and trying not to stop too often. Once she finally found her she couldn't help rocking back and forth and bouncing in place where she stood, only partially out of eagerness. "Yumeko, I've followed-ah, all of your orders! Let's-ngh, start the game!" Yumeko hummed to herself, looking her over carefully before she smiled, clasping her hands together. "Wow, you really can't keep still, can you? Alright, let's go down to that room of yours! This is going to be so much fun!~" She was giggling, grasping her hand and pulling her along as she skipped down the hallways. It was such a strange, cheerful tone Yumeko was using, but she didn't mind it. It was the complete opposite of Yumeko's true aesthetic, that cold, calculating, crazy bitch that lurked under the surface, and it only served to make her even more excited about what was to come, sending her blood rushing with the dose of unease that came with wondering when that façade would be cast aside, wondering when Yumeko would rip into her once again... Would she treat her just as cruelly as she had the last time they'd played together, berate her and act like she wasn't worthy of being anywhere near her level? Just the thought sent a shiver through her, and she tensed up, pausing in her steps and squeezing her thighs together as the throbbing between her legs spiked. How many of those bottles have I downed now? Fuck, there was that tea too... "You're almost bursting, aren't you? Don't slow down now though!" Yumeko chided, pouting for a moment. "We're just about to have some fun, aren't we?" Of course, she couldn't stop now! The sooner they got there, the sooner she could see what Yumeko was really planning to do to her, the sooner they could be alone, together, just the two of them in a soundproof room... Bladder be damned, she tightened her grip on Yumeko's hand, taking the lead as she nearly bolted the rest of the way to their destination. They reached the door in a couple of minutes, and she hopped around, crossing her legs against increasingly-insistent aches as she yanked the key from her vest pocket. "Now, once we step inside, you need to stand still with your arms apart so I can frisk you, okay?~" Yumeko giggled. Damn it. She should have known Yumeko wouldn't have changed her mind about the no gun rule. Scowling, she unlocked the door and waited inside, standing as still as could be while Yumeko closed the door behind them. The girl was smiling as she made her way over, walking slowly to encircle her before she placed her hands on her shoulders, slowly feeling along the fabric of her sleeves. Those hands soon slid to move along her back, then crept forwards, reaching under and moving over her chest in firm, thorough strokes. The slight bit of attention already had her pulse spiking, and she bit back a moan, closing her eyes and trying to lean further into those fingers. "Uh-uh! This is a serious pat down!" Yumeko huffed, pulling her hands away for a minute before she stepped around, bringing them back to feel along her waist and down her legs in a way that made her want to melt. "You're desperate though, aren't you, Midari? Just these light strokes are enough to have you on the verge of begging, aren't they?" she whispered in her ear, a finger brushing her lip for a split second. Her single gun was swiftly yanked out of her hiding place and unloaded, tossed across the room with an empty clatter. "You disgust me." Without any warning, fingers ran down her stomach and towards her bladder in a single swift motion, pressing into her swollen skin one at a time. Two. Four. Six. Eight. All ten, massaging in small circles and feeling around every aching inch, forcing her breath to hitch and gasp as she struggled to stay perfectly still, and not send her hands lunging downwards. Stronger pulses kept striking in new spots as Yumeko continued to feel around like she was molding clay, and she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could against the sudden rush of burning pressure, tears beginning to prick at her eyes. "How about now, Midari? How close are you to losing control and begging me to help you with what you can't accomplish yourself? It's just like our last game, isn't it? Except, this time..." Oh fuck, it was Yumeko's real voice this time, that heartless tone that sent tingles through every inch of her, disdain practically dripping in every word. "This time I'm in charge of the rules. I'm the one getting the pleasure out of this. I'm not here to serve your suicidal whims, you're here to serve me." Her breathing was quickening the longer Yumeko went on, that familiar ache filling every fibre of her body as she squeezed her thighs together for another purpose, a moan escaping her lips. But even before that ripple of pleasure could run through her, a wave of pressure nearly overtook her, her abdomen quivering with an especially frantic spasm that had her legs trembling. "Yumeko, fuck, I-I think I'm gonna-" "What did I say about who was in charge, Midari? You aren't allowed to let a drop go until I say so. Follow the rules of the game. Hold it." She was outright panting now, straining every inch of her body into tightening up where she stood, still unsure if she was allowed to grab herself or cross her legs. The throbs were absolutely relentless now, each pulse reminding her of how damn full she was, how long she'd been holding it all in, how close she was to exploding. "You are going to wait for however long I want you to, no matter what I do to you. And then I'm going to savor watching you lose control...Is that clear?" She was in so much pain that she wanted to cry, her breathing unsteady, but she found herself grinning anyways, a sharp cackle bursting from her no matter how badly it shook her bladder. "You know, this is pretty damn close to what you fussed at me for. No matter what, my body's gonna give out eventually, so you'll still get what you want. Not much of a gamble, is it?" "But isn't this what you wanted? An excuse for me to berate you like the pathetic person you are? Time with just the two of us and no one to interfere? A game where all of my focus is on you?" If she wasn't so busy trying not to piss herself, she probably would have creamed her skirt right there. Was Yumeko actually just doing this for her? "Y-Yeah, but..." Yumeko had stepped forward again, pressing her larger chest right up against hers, those entrancing red eyes staring into her as a hand crept around her neck, squeezing tighter and pulling until their lips were locked. Yumeko pulled away before she could make any attempts to prolong the kiss, smirking. "It'll still be a guessing game of when you'll lose it, right? Every move you make will be a gamble to hold it in!" ~~~ Damn, she had to piss so badly she could barely think about anything else, could hardly focus on taking in the image of Yumeko lying, still clothed, underneath her, face flushed and eyes practically glowing with that delicious, terrifying gaze. She couldn't stop the strange lap dance she was giving, her crotch grinding into that soft stomach with no sense of rhythm, rocking this way and that and suddenly jerking to change direction mid-movement. She just had to find the right angle, the right sense of pressure to keep the flood at bay for just a few more seconds, please, just a moment where the burning pressure at the edge wasn't shrieking at her. "Fuck, Yumeko, please..." Her thighs kept clenching around the body beneath her for all that they were worth, tingling and shaking as she strained the muscles to squeeze harder still, but it did nothing but add extra pressure between her legs, sent beads of teasing sweat rolling along them. She was trying so hard not to breathe, not daring to inflate her core with air that could take up precious space, and the dizziness was amazing, sending her vision dancing and adding yet another rush of pleasure that threatened to overtake her. It was wet down there, wet and clenching, over and over against nothing, fuck she needed to- She had to gasp for air just before she blacked out, her breaths coming out ragged and desperate, quick and short alternating with longer heaves as she lowered her head to rest against Yumeko's, each inhale sending waves of agony through her bladder, sending more waves of pleasure through overstimulated organs that were still trying to recover from the euphoria she'd just ridden out. The pressure was still there, it was still there and it was such sublime torture, and she had to keep squirming even though her crotch was begging her to stay still to recover, each wave of friction hurting and causing her to flinch. A fresh burst of warmth joined the slimy moisture between her legs, and she cried out, burying her face into Yumeko's neck as she shoved her hands against her crotch. It hurt, oh, it hurt, and no matter how hard she strained and clenched it kept coming, pouring out between her fingers and pooling into the fabric of the dress shirt below her. "No! N-No, nonono!!! We can't stop the fun now, we can't!!!" She liked to think her willpower had been what had finally sealed off the leak, but in reality it was Yumeko's hand, slipping past her own to squeeze and press against her most intimate areas. "I'm only helping you for a moment while you collect yourself. This is still a gamble, right? The rest of the game will be on you." She tried to nod, but all she ended up doing was sinking her teeth into Yumeko's neck to muffle an agonized, overjoyed scream. Yumeko was touching her, she was touching her and fuck, that was what she dreamed about so often, a satisfying thought-turned-reality that almost made her body overload yet again. She couldn't help a quick buck against those fingers, but that only earned a swat on her ass that forced her to yelp, another quick spurt of urine escaping. "Now now, that isn't fair! This game isn't about getting whatever you want! No breaking the rules!" And then Yumeko withdrew her hand, leaving her to fend off the inevitable alone. "FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK!" She had to piss, she had to piss so badly she couldn't stand it, every breath, every tiny motion making the urge worse and worse, reminding her that no matter how much she begged and pleaded and moaned, it was going to come out soon, it was going to come out and the game would end and she couldn't stave it off forever. She was writhing around like her life depended on it, shoving her hands into her crotch and grinding against Yumeko, crying and gasping and unable to help the saliva dripping from her mouth, unable to help the slick that was still dripping and being produced in the same area where another liquid was barely being contained. "I don't want to go yet, I can't, please pleasepleaseplease don't let me, d-don't let me-" Another teasing spurt ran along her fingers and she sobbed, rocking her hips with a whimper. She'd been holding for so long now, it was almost hard to imagine actually letting go completely, and these leaks were only serving to sharpen the burning pain below, not relieve it. But damn, it felt amazing, the constant pressure and pain teasing her in ways normal ministrations could never hope to. I can't let our game end yet! "Y-Yumeko!" she gasped out, shifting to try and grasp her crotch more firmly. "The gun, g-get the gun!" She could see Yumeko raising up her head to glare at her, so she hurried to finish speaking before she could be interrupted. "I know it's empty, I'm-ah, n-not gonna fuckin' shoot it! J-Just hand it to me, please!" Yumeko looked skeptical, but she had the mercy (or maybe just curiosity) to fulfill her request, shifting her arms behind her and pushing to slide herself further back along the floor until she could reach the weapon. Once she grasped it, she held it out to her. She snatched it immediately with one hand, fumbling to shift it in her fingers until she had it with the handle up, the barrel facing towards herself. Perfect. Bracing herself, she raised herself up from Yumeko's wet stomach, wasting no time shoving the metal between her legs and pressing it as closely against her crotch as she could, squeezing her thighs shut around it. The shocking cold of the object forced her to leak a small spurt, but after her body heat began to warm it she regained control. "Mmm, that's creative...I suppose I won't count the gun against you for this..." Yumeko murmured, pulling on the collar of her vest until she adjusted, sitting on her knees, still on top of her stomach. "Let's see how much longer you can go..." With a devilish grin, she'd yanked her to lean down further, capturing her lower lip in a bite that drew blood. She couldn't help moaning, her remaining eye closing as she tried to focus her other senses on capturing this moment. The smell of Yumeko's perfume, so much sweeter and more gentle than the girl who wore it. Her pants and murmurs in her ears, the warm hands roaming through her hair and down her neck to stroke her collarbones, and soon slipping under her shirts to run along her stomach. "You're so pretty, Midari...It's a shame you're such a wreck." Oh fuck, her hands were just barely brushing along her abdomen, but it was still enough to send fresh waves of desperation shuddering through her, her hands tightening their grip on Yumeko's top as she squirmed. "No, nononono-" Her bladder spasmed again, sharp and agonizing, and no matter how hard she clenched, a hot stream drenched the gun, running down the barrel and wetting her legs. Breath hitching, she bucked, half-grinding against the metal object in a last-ditch attempt to increase the pressure, but it was no use. She was completely losing control now, her abdomen becoming strangely warm as her bladder began to empty of its own will. "Fuck...I-I can't..." She was clenching every muscle, but piss was still flooding out of her, loud hissing and her own ragged gasps filling the room as she collapsed against Yumeko, her face resting between her breasts. The girl's fingers laced themselves through her hair, gripping it tightly enough to hurt as she pulled her head up to make eye contact, while the other pulled the gun out from between her legs, dangling the dripping thing in front of her. "You've ruined your favourite toy, haven't you? You're so tired you can barely move, you're drenched with more than just piss, and I think even less of you now than I already did...how does that make you feel, Midari? Who's the winner of this little game?" She knew the answer was supposed to be 'Yumeko'. This whole thing was supposed to be payback for her own game, proving a point by doing something that primarily gave Yumeko pleasure while she suffered, just like how Yumeko had suffered through a boring gamble for her own twisted benefit. And it had definitely given Yumeko pleasure. The girl's eyes were nearly glowing, her chest heaving with her own breathless pants and her face blazing red, her legs quivering underneath where she was sitting. Damn, she hadn't even needed to rub one out, coming just from the show alone. But...lying here with sopping wet fabric underneath her, soaking her own clothes as relief began to make her head spin, having been pushed to her absolute limit, put through pure hell and agony with something that could be done over long stretches of time, instead of the split-second highs the click of her gun could offer...being brought to a pitiful condition like this...and with Yumeko getting so physical with her, paying attention to only her for a good hour or two... "Actually..." she huffed, a giddy smile working its way onto her face despite her exhaustion. "I think...this is more of a draw. We might have to go for another round to decide..." "So you still haven't learned your lesson..." Despite the cold gaze, she could tell that, this time, it was more for show than actual disappointment. "I guess I'll have to raise the stakes then..."
  18. Hello everyone! Here is a forum thread where I'll be compiling the many oneshots I've written already, as well as post new ones! It'll be a bit of a variety pack when it comes to fandoms, so if you're not into one topic I'm posting, there might be something else for you later! I write a lot of fics focusing on single characters (either Gen, or with a bit of focus on specific friendships), but sometimes I'll also do shippier content. Most are fairly SFW (so just desperation/wetting without any sexual scenarios), since I'm still picking through my NSFW to see which will be appropriate to drop here. I do F/M, F/F, and M/M (haven't written much of that last one yet though). I don't do requests very often (only if I post elsewhere specifically asking, and my WIP pile is overflowing right now), and I'm unable to do commissions at the moment. You can feel free to toss an idea at me anyways if you just want to ramble about it, and if I really like it I might find an excuse to work it into something, just know that there aren't any guarantees! With all of that said, here's the first fic I've added to the blog! It's fairly recent! https://www.omorashi.org/blogs/entry/1462-stuck-doctor-who/ Feedback is much appreciated! 💛
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    Version 2.00

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    Where do I even start? This is one hell of an ambitious RPG by a Japanese dev known as Beard. Other thread for discussion: Here's a link of his diaries and updates: https://twitter.com/isima_taku https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=877149 https://ci-en.jp/creator/1418/article/5766 (Need a dlsite account) https://ci-en.jp/creator/1418 (Game Download along with chapter 3 save to skip first two chapters) Basic premise is this: A demon lord has taken control of toilets and restrooms, causing people to excrete out on the streets, allow the spread of diseases and squalor. One of the main protagonists is Alice, who's not only rather cute but also has the ability to perform bladder transfer magic (NoMako Kora fans know exactly what i'm talking about). There's no MP, instead your bladder emptiness is the MP and as you cast magic, your bladder fills up. Alice's bladder transfer magic comes into play when facing enemies shown in the pics as well as other playable characters. When you cast bladder transfer, you are given 5 seconds to rapidly mash Z or enter to transfer urine from your cast to a target (bladder drain priorities are top down e.g. Alice, Tiara the nun). Desperation: There are 3-4 statuses to keep in mind: Normal, desperate stage 1 mp at least 50%, desperate stage 2 mp at least 75%, and then soaked. If a character is in either of the latter stages of desperation, they will deal a lot more damage than normal. e.g. if Tiara the nun does 100 damage normal, she'll do 231 damage when desperate at stage 2. If a character is ko'd while desperate, they wet themselves out of fear and bladder returns to zero, they're basically useless at this point even if revived. As stated earlier, female enemies have their own bladder bars and status ailments which Alice's urine transfer spell exploits. This means that they also get damage boosts when desperate. So when doing urine transfer, make sure that 1) mp is high for all characters, 2) Alice has high hp because urine transfer scales with her hp percentage, and 3) mash the fuck out of that z or enter button. There's a butt fuck ton of more mechanics and status effects, which are incredibly overwhelming and took me hours to kind of grasp, which hurts even more by my lack of Japanese. Edit: Ah what the hell, i'll elaborate on some more mechanics: Equipment: A weapon and a tome for magic, each character has their own unique weapons and a luxury slot, in which you get an accessory that does something (I have no clue how this works). For clothing and armor, its dress, bras(minus alice because she's smol), panties or diapers, and pads. That's right folks, there are diapers in this game as well as pads, which means...PERIOD BLOOD...which is an actual status ailment and a effect on pads/panties/diapers. Weapons,accessories, and tomes can be swapped anytime but clothing and whatnot have to be in bathrooms/toilets. Diapers are an important item as is wetting. If an enemy or one of your characters wets themselves, their atk is 1 and they can't use magic, so...don't wet yourself during a boss battle or there will be complications. You can recover from wetting but equipment will be stained and stats will be lower till you swap out for newer panties/diapers. Diapers may seem superior but they weight down your character/reducing their speed so panties would usually be recommended. There are some scat mechanics so be warned but not all of it is fully implemented nor is it really present aside from some moments( this is primarily an omo rpg). Cash is quite scarce in this game so take caution. Only way to get cash is by 3 things, selling loot/droppables, doing work, or committing crime, which can get you a game over if you're caught.

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  20. MagicMike123

    Female Gone Away

    Side note: Sorry if the quality isn't the best, I wrote it from 2-3 am last night. Please feel free to leave some constructive criticisms in the comments if you feel the need to you. Enjoy. Gone Away Alyssa sat on the couch by the front door of her house. Her parents were standing at the doorway, holding on to their bags. They were leaving to go on a private getaway for the two of them, and only the two of them. Alyssa was angry that she was not allowed to go away with them, being stuck with some dumb baby sitter for two whole weeks. Half a month. ¼ of her summer break. She was in ninth grade. Alyssa heard a car door slam, and then footsteps coming to the door. When Alyssa got up to the door, she saw her babysitter standing outside the doorway, carrying a duffle bag, suitcase and her purse. Hello Becky, Alyssa’s mother said. Hi, said Alyssa’s father. Alyssa, why don’t you greet your new babysitter for the next two weeks, suggested Alyssa’s mother. Hi. Alyssa said grudgingly. Come in, help yourself to anything in the fridge or cabinets Alyssa’s father spoke. Thank you Mr. Rand Becky said. Becky walked over to Alyssa, who stood there looking a bit glum. Hello Alyssa, I’m Becky, your new babysitter for the next two weeks. It’s so nice to meet you! It’s nice to meet you too, I guess, Alyssa responded. Becky seemed a little discouraged with Alyssa’s unhappiness. Alyssa’s father leaned in to Becky’s ear, whispering something to her, most likely telling her that Alyssa was upset she did not get to go on vacation with them. Becky gave a few “uhh hmm”s and Alyssa’s father leaned out. Alyssa, I am sure you are a little angry, but I am going to make sure you have an awesome two weeks with me Becky said. Alyssa cracked a slight smile, her mood brightening ever so slightly. Well Alyssa, said her father, I think it is time for us to leave, oh, and don’t worry, we’ll bring back quite a few treats and souvenirs for sticking out for so long when we get back. I love you honeybun her mother said. I love you more her father said. They both came over and kissed her, said their goodbyes, and left, taking their car to the airport. So Alyssa, how is it going asked Becky. Pretty good, how about you. I’m fine, so what grade are you in? I am in ninth, how old are you? 19 Becky responded. Cool. Cool. So what do you want to do? Alyssa asked. We could go out and get a bite to eat, I assume you’re hungry, having not eaten breakfast yet. That sounds great Alyssa said. Becky set down her bags and they both went out to Becky’s car, a Honda. Alyssa went in the passenger seat and Becky drove. Becky’s car had obviously been tinkered with quite a bit. It had updated interiors and speakers. Alyssa got in the car, sitting down. As Alyssa was going to close the door, Becky stopped it with her sneaker. Safety first she said, buckling Alyssa’s seat belt for her. Becky got in on the other side and flipped a switch on her door, which Alyssa was not sure of what it did. Becky buckled up and started the car, slamming it in to reverse and backing out the driveway. Her seatbelt was very tight, squeezing her firm, perky breasts, to the point where she could barely move, which was a little uncomfortable. Where to? Becky asked. How about the bagel place? Alyssa suggested. Sounds good Becky replied. And they were off. When they arrived, Alyssa went to undo her tight seatbelt. She pressed down on the release, but nothing happened. Alyssa panicked. Becky, the seat belt is jammed! No, no, it’s not Becky said, pressing another button on her door, releasing the seatbelt. That was awfully strange, what car would have a seatbelt that needs to be released by the driver? After breakfast, they went home and hung out for the rest of the day. It was now 8:00pm. Alyssa and Becky were watching a movie, filling up on soda and popcorn. Alyssa had already had three sodas by 9:00pm, tired from waking up early in the morning to help her finish packing, she dozed off. While Alyssa was sleeping, Becky turned the tv to something else, going to her suitcase in the guest room. Becky pulled out three locks and a tight belt. Going, back to Alyssa, who was sleeping on the couch. She put a belt on her tight jean shorts, locking it on with the three locks. Becky couldn’t be sure of the exact outcome of locking Alyssa in her jean shorts, but there was one thing that Becky was sure of, Alyssa would be pretty frantic when she woke up in the morning with a rock hard bladder, unable to use the bathroom. It was 8 am. Becky had already woken up and showered a half an hour before. What the hell? Becky heard Alyssa shout. Becky ran in to the den. She asked Alyssa what was wrong, but she was pretty sure she already knew. What’s wrong? Becky asked. Alyssa was dancing around with a hand in her crotch. Can’t you tell? Alyssa asked angrily, did you do this? Alyssa pulled up her tank top to show the locks on her belt. I’m afraid I did Becky confessed. Why? Unlock these at once, I need to pee so badly! I am also afraid I cannot do that Becky said. What?!? Alyssa yelled, scissoring her legs. Alyssa, I make the rules, and I am sorry to tell you this, but I am putting you on a toilet schedule. What the hell is that? Just let me out, I just leaked a little bit! I need you to calm down, your first bathroom break of the day is in fifteen minutes, you need to wait a little longer. I want to go now Alyssa screamed, stamping her foot. Becky advanced on Alyssa, feeling her bladder for half a second before Alyssa swiped her hand away. This was just as she wanted it. A rock hard bladder denied relief. Please stop, I am about to wet myself! Becky looked glanced at her watch again, 14 minutes she said. Alyssa could not wait 14 minutes, she had already leaked a little out. She knew what she could do, she just needed to cut the belt she had on off. Alyssa pushed Becky aside and ran upstairs to the kitchen, hoping to find a pair of scissors. She ravaged through the drawer, hoping to find a pair of scissors, but to no prevail. She went to her kitchen knives, all of them were gone. Alyssa was hit with a powerful wave of desperation, a spurt leaking out, wetting her womanhood and part of her panties. Alyssa ran upstairs to her room, checking her desk, no scissors either. What the hell was going on? Becky must have removed all the scissors. Alyssa stood in the mirror, a small wet patch lay on the crotch of her jeans. Suddenly more came out, Alyssa shaking and shoving her hands in to her crotch, leaking more and more. When she finally was able to regain some control, she checked and noticed the golf ball sized wet patch had turned in a patch a little larger than a baseball, spreading ever so slightly. Five minutes later, Becky took out the key for Alyssa’s locks. Alyssa was sitting on the toilet, trying to sit still. Alyssa could barely stop, she looked down, a little puddle of pee resting below her. Becky unlocked the last lock. Alyssa forced her pants off, pee spraying on to the floor and toilet cover before she could even open the toilet. Alyssa finally pulled up the top, a torrent spraying out for almost a minute straight. When Alyssa was finished, there was pee dripping out of her, pee dripping from her woman hood and pants on to the floor, soaking her socks. She was shaking, Becky watching the entire fiasco. Well if you couldn’t hold that in, you are going to have a hard time for the next two weeks. A very hard time Becky said, Alyssa still shaking, panting, covered in her own urine from the waist down.
  21. Makaveli96

    Looking for a pal..

    Hey all I’m not sure if this is the right forum but.....I’m looking for a I guess piss pal..? 25 year old guy into holding and wetting. I’m just looking for someone to talk to about our mutual fetish and maybe occasionally participate via PM..? I’m more comfortable with females but since I’m a male I understand if anyone’s uncomfortable about it....purely platonic search. Sorry is suck at this social thing lol also please delete and redirect me to the proper place on here if I’m posting in the wrong place
  22. Chapman

    ShikkinCLUB

    Version 3.00

    792 downloads

    Another work in the Shikkin Series and the second game to be made in the Unity Engine, first being ShikkinGIRL. This game has you focus on spying on different girls using cameras. As you view the girls using the bathroom or wetting, you will gain cash which you can use to purchase better quality cameras and do other things(barely explored the first part of the game). The game has it's issues and bugs but it is playable. As you spy on more girls/get more scenes, more parts of the map will open up. Placing more cameras around the map will help increase your income in purchasing better quality cameras and every new session gives you a free beginner tier camera. All cameras you place throughout the map are permanent until you relocate them and place them elsewhere. Password when unzipping the file is ShikkinCLUB Edit: I was wrong. The additional features was not replay but two things: You can remotely pay the guys to help you set up the situations so you don't have to travel across the map. The other feature is that you can change the camera to focus on one character specifically, provided you pay 80000 cash for a microchip to follow them specifically. Note: you need to have a camera in an area the character is at to view them, this is more or less to resolve the issue of wetting scenes overlapping each other.

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  23. SlothWhispers

    Stuck (Doctor Who)

    ((Here's a fic I wrote recently, sort of a missing scene based on the first episode of the newest Doctor Who season! Featuring Thirteen adjusting to her regeneration, and poor Yaz stuck along for the ride. This is very self-indulgent and I was still figuring out how to write the characters since I'd seen a whopping couple of episodes at the time, and my memory of the older seasons is rusty, but I think it still holds up.)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh how I miss you, my sweet baby TARDIS... That magical blue box would have been a slice of heaven right about now, but instead she was stuck travelling in a much slower, much less convenient contraption. Yaz's car. It wasn't that bad, honestly, and Yaz wasn't terrible company, but...it was difficult to be entirely comfortable in anything right now. A different mode of transport, a different body... The Doctor liked to believe she...he...er, they thrived on adaptability, to adjust to numerous changes, be they slow and minute or quick and drastic, and still remain on top of things in the end. It may get awkward, frantic at times, but it almost always ended in victory, in success. But as much as she had been trying to adjust to this new incarnation, it wasn't going smoothly. Being a complete confused mess for the first couple of days was normal, but even a week later, she was still struggling. And right now, one particular struggle was making her ever more anxious for Yaz to reach the area where she could tinker with the rest of Tzim-Sha's equipment. The sooner she could engineer a transporter to lead her back to her ship- -the sooner she could use the toilet before she completely burst. Her species could retain their urine for much longer than humans before it had to be expelled, that was a fact. It had impressed many of The Doctor's companions over their many travels, and it proved to be very useful in saving time that could be spent gallivanting around on trips or saving a world. Even so, there were limits, roughly seven days, give or take, in Earth time, and she had definitely approached that. The Doctor had never made a habit of testing his limits to this point if he could have helped it, but this time... This time it was different. She was different. It was such a silly thing to get hung up on in the grand scheme of things, she knew that, and she'd chided herself for a lack of open-mindedness, but even so, it was just...uncomfortable. Embarrassing. Horrendously awkward. She'd tried, a couple of days ago in a restaurant when her new friends had invited her out to lunch with them (equal parts a 'thank you for saving us meal', and a 'sorry for your loss' meal to try and ease Ryan and Graham's pain). She'd gotten all the way out of sight on the other end of the restaurant and down the little hall, only to freeze up at the symbol on the door before she could even open it. After so many lives spent being essentially banned from setting foot in there, it was difficult to shake that feeling off. To not feel like women were going to scream when she stepped in, for them to somehow know all that she had been in those lives before. She'd lingered for a few minutes admiring the decorations on the wall simply to pass time, and then returned to her seat with a smile, joining back in on the conversation. It hadn't been so bad then. Vaguely nagging, but only if she sat in certain ways. She'd made sure not to drink much for the duration of the meal, and had refused to partake in any further liquid consumption up to this point. She'd realized, a day later, that maybe it wasn't even the fear of the restroom or its patrons though. At least, not entirely. It was just...she'd rather try this out, just for the first time, in the privacy of the TARDIS. Alone, in a familiar place, with no risk of judgement. Free to be as awkward as she was sure she would be. So she'd decided to wait while she sketched plans and thought things over, and then today they'd had the funeral and gone shopping for an outfit that, while different, she was actually quite pleased with. Both of those outings had been rather uncomfortable, but between her own grief and moments of excitement, she'd been able to distract herself from the growing urge. But now there was nothing to distract her. She was stuck here in this small metal thing, the scenery outside not serving to impress her in the slightest. She tugged at her seatbelt again, dimly wondering if they were always this uncomfortable, or if it was just because of her current circumstances. "You've been awfully quiet." Yaz's voice almost made her flinch as she was yanked from her own head. Glancing over, she saw the woman was still keeping her gaze on the road. "I think this is the first time you haven't chattered my ear off since we met you!" "Sorry. I just don't really feel like talking." she murmured, shifting a little in her seat. "Hey, it's fine, I don't mind. Just an observation." Yaz shrugged. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke up again, albeit more softly. "Is it because of Grace?" "Huh? Oh, no, not really...I'm just tired, I suppose..." It wasn't a lie, necessarily. Parts of her body certainly were still tired from the regeneration process. Even if other parts of her wanted nothing more than to shuffle and bounce around. "Guess you finally wore yourself out after this week, huh? I'm surprised it took this long. Just watching you bustle around and talk tires me out, I don't know how you do it!" she chuckled. "Just rest, we'll be there soon." Nodding, she'd tried to lean back in her seat a little, closing her eyes if only to avoid torturing herself with watching the freedom outside her window. She just had to ignore the throbbing in her abdomen for a little while longer, and then she would be home. Her moment of attempted rest lasted another five minutes before the car jerked to a stop, the seatbelt tugging to send another jolt of urgency through her. Her breath hitched, and she opened her eyes to find cars packed all around the windows. "What's going on out there?" Yaz craned her neck, but eventually shrugged. "I can't tell from here. Don't think it's anything too bad though. It should clear up in about thirty minutes." Why was it that trouble always found her, even when she wasn't seeking it out? Just for once, could she not just take a simple trip without an obstacle in her path? "So we're stuck then?" "Until it clears up, yeah." Sighing under her breath, she rested one arm against the window and let her head fall upon it as she stared at the scene outside. She had half a mind to whip out her screwdriver and just blast the bloody traffic out of the way, but of course, that would be unethical. She didn't quite have the presence of mind to solve whatever dilemma was up ahead either. Some things, you just had to leave to the humans, as silly and mind-numbingly slow as their solutions could sometimes be. Alright, maybe that thought was a little mean, but her patience had long since flown the coop. The pulsing in her abdomen was constant now and still growing in intensity, an eternal jab against whatever meager comfort she tried to find. Pulling herself away from the window, she tried to lean back again, only to stiffen as that movement stretched her bladder further. Fine. She'd lean forward then, like she was observing the windshield. "Doctor, are you alright?" "Just dandy! Why?" "Because you haven't been able to sit still since we got out of the shop." Yaz glanced over at her, bemused. "Judging by what you've told us, I'm guessing you're used to moving around, but that leg of yours has been shaking the car for most of the drive. You're not claustrophobic or something, are you?" "Claustrophobic? Oh no, I've been in too many prison cells and trojan horses for that!" She immediately regretted the chuckle that accompanied her words, whatever smile she'd managed slipping from her face as discomfort took over. With effort, she stilled her jiggling leg and kept her knees apart, no matter how angrily her body protested the actions. "I'm fine, Yaz, really. Just a little anxious to get started working on the transporter, that's all." "You look more than 'a little anxious', Doctor..." Yaz leaned away from where she'd been slumped over the steering wheel, sitting up to scrutinize her. "Clearly, you're not going to tell us everything about you, and that's fine, but if there's something bugging you right now, can't you tell me?" The Doctor was a Timelord, an exceptional, powerful being, who had saved countless galaxies and would save countless more, who was strong and courageous and, while sometimes finding himself in silly situations, had almost always gotten out with his dignity intact. He made a point not to show weakness to those he cared about, especially for trivial illnesses and injuries. The Doctor had hoped not to compromise those goals and values so early on in her newest incarnation. But Yaz looked so genuinely concerned, and she had no doubt the woman was determined enough to keep interrogating until she was given a satisfying answer. She always had struggled to resist humans, and that ridiculous loyalty and kindness towards those they only barely knew... Well, there was also the fact that her dilemma was growing dire enough that she would end up giving herself away in a few minutes, even if she did try to hide it. Forcing herself to look Yaz directly in the eyes with all the casualty in the universe, she let her hands shift to rest on her knees. "You want to know what's bothering me? I'm about to burst like a hydration pod on a desert planet. But besides that, I really am fine." "What? Hydration pod on..." Dark eyebrows furrowed together, then inched upwards as her friend placed the pieces together. "Are you saying you have to pee?" "Yes. Quite badly, actually. Haven't felt this way in a long time. Wouldn't recommend it, not pleasant in the slightest." she aimed for a joking chuckle, only to grimace as she shifted in her seat again. Fine, no humor to get her through this then. But what was The Doctor without wit? Glancing out the window, she made sure to keep her voice from trembling. "I'll be fine until we get there, so please don't concern yourself." "Sorry." Yaz murmured, and she saw the woman turn back towards the steering wheel out of the corner of her eye. "But yeah, not like you really have a choice right now. We're blocked in, and I don't really...keep anything in here." "Keep anything in here for wh-oh..." Right, one of his companions had mentioned a funny story or two. Not that they'd ever had that problem on the TARDIS. "That definitely won't be necessary." she hurried to add. She might have stooped low enough to be caught in this...compromised state, but she wouldn't stoop that low.I am The Doctor. I will not be beaten by the likes of you, bladder. ~~~ After twenty minutes that seemed to stretch on for sun-cycles, alternating between half-baked attempts at staggered conversation or dead silence, the cars around them began to move, and she huffed under her breath as the car began to follow, slowly picking up speed as the traffic cleared and cars began to turn off onto other streets. The rolling motion of the vehicle was making the sack of liquid inside her pulse stronger, but the mere knowledge that they were finally getting out of stasis was enough to ease her mind, at least. As Yaz kept driving, she kept her legs squeezed together, constantly swapping one over the other or winding them around, bouncing her knees or rubbing her hands along the thighs. A disorganized rhythm of movements, none of them very helpful, but arguably the only thing she could do by this point to avoid losing control. There was nothing logical about it, but her body seemed to insist, overriding any knowledge of social graces or customs. Her breathing was growing heavier as she yanked at her seatbelt again, glancing at the dashboard clock. If she could just stand, that would be so much easier than- Just then, her bladder spasmed, the shudder rolling all the way up her spine as it squeezed and pulsed, begging to empty its contents. It was so full and swollen that she was shaking, and despite her best efforts, a sudden trickle ran into her undergarments, forcing a strange noise between a gasp and a whimper from her lips. "Doctor?" She just barely managed to clench those quivering new muscles to stop the flow, but the urgency actually burned, and she knew it couldn't be contained anymore. "Yaz, you need to pull over! As soon as humanly possi-no, as soon as universally possible, it's faster!" "What? We're in the middle of downtown, I can't just-" "Yaz, listen to me! Your car is going to become very wet if I don't get out in the next two minutes." "You really can't hold it until we get there in ten-" "I've been holding it for a week! I really don't believe my bladder is content to wait any longer!" At this, Yaz jerked her eyes from the road for a moment, mouth agape. "A week?!? You mean you haven't gone at all since we met you?!? How do you-" "You know I have two hearts, and that's the part that baffles you!?!" She might have laughed, but it would have been absolutely disastrous to do so. "I can give you a rundown on my biology later, but you need to pull over now!" Rushing to turn her attention back towards the road before they risked crashing, the woman shook her head. "Okay, okay! Just give me a minute to find an opening!" A minute. A single minute. To a Timelord, it was the mere blink of an eye, half a blink even. But now, it seemed to stretch on par with the longest journeys and wars, as if she would have grown old and grey and died a thousand times over before the timer rang. Every second was a fresh round of torture, and she found any scrap of dignity she had left tossed aside as she buried her hands between her legs, pulled her lip between her teeth, and rocked. Rocked and writhed in that seat like she was a bomb that would go off the moment she ceased movement. It didn't feel very far from the truth. Her bladder was pulsing in sharp, rhythmic waves with every breath, each pain sending shudders up her spine and fresh tingling to that sensitive, strange new organ. She couldn't remember ever having to go so badly before. Perhaps once or twice, when The Doctor was at some random holiday shindig or other on a random planet. One New Years Eve party with another Earth companion stuck in her memory, when they'd both gotten absolutely plastered. But at least The Doctor's body hadn't been fully aware then, too drunk off his arse. She was aware of every throb, every spasm, every bump in the road or this cursed seatbelt digging into her swollen skin. As Yaz whipped to turn the corner onto a side street she had to double over, a gasp shooting from her mouth as her body ached more suddenly, much more strongly than ever. "Oh, goodness..." she groaned, screwing her eyes shut and clutching herself tighter. Her thoughts were not helping. She could barely breathe, any inhale at all feeling like she was about to lose that precious thread of control. The moment she felt the car stop, she was lunging for the handle, almost clawing at it before Yaz reached over to unlock it for her. She scrambled out as fast as she could, and even though standing had caused a horrific shift in gravity, she didn't even take the time to notice the added pressure, bolting into the alley her friend had so kindly parked in front of. Her hands were already moving away from her crotch to toy with the front of her pants. And in that moment, she realized something very crucial. Suspenders were a mistake. There was no zipper to fumble with, nothing but a blank canvas of dark blue fabric that held her lower half like a prison. After a second of feeling around, a few more drips leaked out, and she was forced to shove her hands back between her legs with a whimper, muttering all manner of Galifreyan and a few choice intergalactic curses under her breath. She was absolutely fit to burst, and she couldn't remove her hands from between her legs. Not if she wanted to avoid drenching the outfit her new companions had been so kind as to pay for. Clothes could be cleansed, yes, but it would certainly stain The Doctor's dignity, and possibly their friendship. Feeling absolutely frantic now, she scampered back to the edge of the alley. "Bsst! Yaz! Yaz!" The woman ducked her head around the brick corner where she'd been standing guard, hissing to ensure she wasn't loud enough to draw attention. "What's wrong?" She didn't get embarrassed by many things. Or at least, her last few incarnations hadn't. But this was making her cheeks burn, and her breathlessness didn't ease the words she had to coax out. "I...u-um, I can't quite get these off! Not without...I need your help! Please, before I have an accident!" She couldn't quite read the look on Yaz's face, but that may have been because she wasn't actually looking at the woman at all. She was staring at her brown boots as she shuffled her legs around, all but tap-dancing on the spot. Just keep moving. As long as she kept moving, she could hold it. "Doctor, I can't help you if you don't stay still!" Yaz hissed in her ear, dragging them both deeper into the alley and fumbling with the overall clips. "You keep jerking them out of my hands!" "I'm sorry, I've never needed it this badly before!" she whined, forcing herself to stand still, with the exception of one extremely jiggly leg. "It was so much easier when I could just whip it out..." Yaz didn't respond, eyebrows furrowed as she concentrated on the clips. Finally, she unlatched them both, the overalls dropping to The Doctor's feet. "Alright! Quick, give me your coat!" Trying not to shiver at the sudden exposure to the air her bare legs were receiving, she fumbled to shrug off the coat and step out of the overalls, making sure to keep one hand on her crotch at all times. Even with that pressure, her bladder was weakening by the second, a few drops beginning to tease her inner thighs as she hurried over to the wall. "Those are the ugliest boxers I've seen in my life. They remind me of my grandpa." Yaz snorted. Whether it was supposed to be to lighten the mood or just fill the awkward silence, she wasn't sure. "Hey, they were fashionable when I bought them! And they didn't call me grandpa, they called me daddy." As her bladder was desperately trying to tell her though, there wasn't time for defense of her past fashion choices. "Now, how do I-Just 'pop a squat,' right?" Fighting to tug her plaid boxers down with one hand, she used the other to prop herself up from behind, trying her best to balance into a sitting position, warm leaks already beginning to wet the fabric and her hand. "How did they do this on all our trips? This is ridiculous!" She had a newfound sympathy for Rose and all the others now. Her thighs were shaking just trying to hold herself up, and she almost fell backwards, trying to regain her balance while still battling with her underwear. "Hang on! Let me help!" Poor Yaz sounded equal parts embarrassed and concerned, and probably more than a little baffled by her train wreck of a display. Her own face was burning as she heard the clothing being dropped far off to the side, and both Yaz's hands found their way to her shoulders to hold her upright. "Just keep your bloomers out of the way, alright?" the woman mumbled. "Right, thank you..." Her own voice was a breathy squeak as she used both hands to pull the fabric down and held it out of the way. Just in the nick of time, because her last shred of control had been lost. The dam completely burst in one sudden, jabbing urge that made her gasp out loud, and soon she was gushing all over the pavement. It was a little too warm, hissing and splattering out with a force she hadn't felt in ages, a sensation that pulled a moan from her lips. All of the pain she'd been feeling finally reduced to numbness, a relief so great she found herself nearly crying, hitching breath unable to keep up with the effort her body was expending. Was she sweating? Good grief, she was sweating. First thing on her agenda once the TARDIS was located: a hot shower. The sound of urine drenching asphalt seemed to go on for minute after minute, the puddle expanding around both their shoes despite their efforts to shuffle away, and running along the alley in a little black stream to meet the base of the old brick wall. The Doctor had never felt so awkward, so powerless in all her- their lives, being held up by another person for an action this private, in a place that was decidedly not appropriate. She should probably have been overwhelmed by shame, but...right now she was just overflowing with gratitude. And urine. When it finally did trickle to a stop, she tried to take a moment to compose herself, taking in a quivering breath and exhaling. "I...I think I'm done. You can pull me up now." "As soon as you pull your boxers back up." Yaz muttered, and when she glanced upwards she saw the woman very pointedly looking up at the sky. "Right. Sorry." The growing breeze did feel a little strange, hitting that. Tugging the fabric back into place, which was luckily only slightly cold and damp in patches, she then pushed off with her legs as her escort heaved her back into a standing position. After a bit of wobbling from her shaking legs, she was confident enough to step away from Yaz. "Well, crisis averted. Well done, Yaz. I'll get dressed and we can get moving. Chop chop, we're burning daylight." "You're moving on, just like that? We're not going to talk about this?" "Did you want to talk about it?" "Well, no. Er, maybe? I mean...I guess not. But are you okay?" "Oh yeah, I'm just chipper. Feeling way better, got my eye on the prize and raring to go!" Stepping back into the overalls, she managed to fasten the straps herself this time, shaking a few drops of liquid off of her boots and then leaving the rest behind in wet footprints as she started to walk towards the alley entrance, dusting off her coat and pulling it on as she went. "You bounce back really fast." "Well, it's over and done with now, so there's no use dwelling on it, is there? I've got an entire life time ahead of me, this moment is merely a blink, whoosh! It's gone! It's all about perspective!" "I...I guess? Okay then, if you're really alright..." Yaz followed along, fishing the keys out of her pocket and clicking them until a noise came from the car. "I really am fine now, trust me." And she was, honestly. Relieved, maybe a little tired, but fine. A smidgeon embarrassed. But she could cast that out once she was distracted by her plans ahead. There was a strange feeling nagging at her though, and before she could really think better of it, she turned to glance back at Yaz. "Am I supposed to be a little turned on though? I mean, I would never want to repeat that incident again in a millennia, but I'm weirdly turned on, just a little." "I..." Yaz trailed off, and she was beginning to regret speaking when she noticed her friend looked like her brain had been utterly fried by the endless strange revelations and events of the past few days and now. But the woman had the patience of a saint, or maybe she just decided to roll with it, because she shrugged as she reached the car and held the passenger door open for her. "I mean, your bladder and...uh...it's all around the same place, so it can happen. I'm assuming. Just how close to human are you, minus the two hearts and ridiculously huge bladder?" Ah, so it wasn't abnormal? She'd never felt that way before...new addition with these parts, then. Curious. An interesting thing to research on a rainy day, maybe. "Pretty close. Most of my organs function a little differently, depending on what I need them to do for particular environments, but they're about the same placement and appearance." "Really?" Yaz's eyebrows flicked up, her eyes sparking with that amusing curiosity humans always had when this topic came up. "Can I see an X-Ray sometime?" "Once I get the transporter working, we'll see." Settling into her seat, she was pleasantly surprised to find the tugging instrument of torture strapping her in was actually not very uncomfortable. As the car started moving again, she glanced out the window, watching the alley disappear behind them. "Thank you for assisting me back there...I promise, that sort of thing doesn't happen often." "It's fine, Doctor. You've done enough for us, saving you from...that, is the least I could do." "I trust you won't tell the others about this?" "About what? We just got caught up in traffic, right?" For a very brief moment, she had a horrible thought of Deja-vu, wondering if after thousands of years yet another species had come to wipe Earth residents' memories. But then she caught the hint of a coy smile on Yaz's lips and the wink she shot her before glancing back at the road, and her breath finally relaxed as she leaned back in her seat, casting a slight smile back. "Ah, yes! O-Of course, just traffic..."
  24. Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look like? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^
  25. Hi, so, you may or not have seen me around and if you have checked my profile you might know that I didn't want to post any drawings because I didn't want to use the characters I had already created (which are intended for comedy and action at some point in the future), the simple solution I came with is to create more characters specifically made for this site and fetish, so don't expect them being mentioned or shown in my other drawing place (https://www.deviantart.com/bombality). So, that being said, my original idea was to present those characters and and end the post with an example of how I was going to be using them but I can't seem to get that example to feel right, so I've decided to show the example first and get feedback on what may be wrong. In case the idea is not clear it's supposed to be a girl about to wet herself, she is not pregnant, that's her bladder bulging making her look like that. Since I already switched the order I was going to do things my next post in this topic will depend on the answers I get (I might even delete it if I get none), also feel free to ask any questions.