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  1. Super awesome

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  2. These stories are part of a series of stories I once posted elsewhere. Only a few of them have any omorashi in them, and I don't think most of them are even online anymore. The series is about a woman who inherits an apartment complex, and finds out that most of the men who live there are some sort of monster. For some reason, this doesn't seem to terrify her, and instead she ends up flirting with them. There is explicit sex in nearly all of these, mixed with dubious consent. Characters to know: Avery - Our female protagonist Derrick - A Drider/Spiderman Ivan - An invisible man Alan - A tentacle monster, maybe an alien? Avery's Apartment: Chapter P1 Handy Man (With Avery and Derrick) Derrick stared at Avery from the darkness of his apartment. She didn’t know if he didn’t understand her request, so she gave him a moment, and then repeated it again. “So, do you think you can fix it?” she asked. Derrick stood up straight, his upper pair of arms brushed a chunk of hair away from his eyes, temporarily exposing the many sets of pure black orbs that dotted his face. The middle arms cupped his chin in thought. Avery had given up trying to notice his other arms when they weren’t actively doing something. Like Alan’s tentacles, there had to be some trick at play that made them seem normal until he wanted you to notice. Some other time she would have to ask how that worked. She took too much for granted. “It just seems like a clog?” he asked, in that quiet and calm voice he maintained. Avery shrugged, “I guess? It’s overflowing now, and I’ve tried the two tricks I know, jiggling the handle and lifting that plunger-thingy inside the back.” “You’d be surprised how few people know what that is, or what it even does,” Derrick said, his head turning to look down the hall, even though he was still talking to her, “it’s actually called a…” He looked back at Avery, and something made him stop talking. He swallowed, and then nodded, “Sure, I’ll come up and take a look.” She smiled, clapping her hands in front of her, “Thanks Derrick. I can credit it to your rent if you’d like.” He frowned, and put several hands on the door, “No, that won’t be necessary. Besides, I’ve still got repairs to do on this floor, right? We don’t need to exacerbate the bookkeeping situation.” The door to his apartment started to close. Avery put a hand out, “Well I’ll see you then, soon?” He nodded, never slowing down his attempt to shut the door, “I’ll be right up.” “Thanks,” Avery said just before the door clicked closed. She went back upstairs toward her apartment. It was embarrassing really, she didn’t know if she used too much TP, or if the old pipes just couldn’t hold out. Now her toilet was flooded, a puddle of clear liquid stretching across the floor. She had a ring of towels to keep the puddle contained, but at this point she didn’t want to go anywhere near it. Hopefully Derrick was quick. It was hard enough maintaining the building and collecting rent, she still couldn’t get in contact with the ‘Right-O Plumbing’ company that her Grandpa Avery had listed in his file cabinet. Plus, she didn’t want to have to make the two block walk to the burger joint if the two bottles of water she downed to stay cool came back to get revenge. Avery paced the hall up on her floor, stopping when she saw a man in a long brown coat and baseball cap heading toward the stairs. “Ivan,” Avery said. Ivan, covered in the same disguise she remembered from the first time she saw him sneaking back into the apartment, looked up at her. His face was obscured by shades and a cough mask. He looked like he was about to go out into a New York winter, but it was still sweltering outside. “You’re going out in all that?” she asked as she walked over to him, “where are you even going?” He tilted his head as she walked up, “Unlike you, some of us have to work for a living, Princess.” She frowned and pointed at him, “What is it going to take for you to remember that ‘being an ass’ isn’t the best way to start a conversation.” His cough mask curled up in a grin. It was odd to know his reaction without having to count on his snide remarks. Seeing Ivan smile would have been uplifting, if he wasn’t usually insulting her. “Is class in session?” he said as he started to walk past her, turning to walk backwards as he went past, “because I didn’t bring the text, and your little summer dress number there is sending me mixed messages, teach.” He made her look down. It wasn’t a ‘summer dress’, it was just long and flowing. She was tired of sweating through so many of her tops and shorts. She followed after him, “Hey, don’t be in such a rush.” He didn’t fight her as she walked beside him down the stairs, “Make it quick. While I would love to chit-chat, I don’t want to be in this get up a second longer than necessary. It’s like a cotton sauna.” Avery laughed, and she was surprised how genuine he could be when he wasn’t trying to be a creep. Maybe it was because he was distracted. His eyes were turned ahead, he was telling the truth, he was making a bee-line for the exit. “I wanted to ask about Derrick,” she said, “you were helpful with Alan. What do you know about Mr. Hunt?” Ivan chuckled, and turned to look at her as they came down the last few steps, “Outside of the fact that he probably considers you equal parts breeding partner and cuisine?” She crossed her arms, and tried not to get too angry at the allegation, “He is coming up to work on the plumbing. Should I trust him?” “Hell no,” Ivan said, before putting up a gloved hand in a peace sign, “But you won’t listen to me anyway. So, later.” She stopped and watched him go to the door. There was something in his voice as he said that, she couldn’t tell if it was concern or something simpler. He opened the door, stopped, and turned to Avery. She couldn’t help but stand a little taller. “Derrick keeps good control of himself. Guy is probably the smartest thing in the building. But giant spiders aren’t exactly built for impulse control. If he eats you while I’m gone, you owe me a blowjob.” Avery sneered, “Go to work, jackass.” He bowed his head, and walked out into the summer sun. She walked back up the stairs, going over Ivan’s every word in her head. Derrick did seem to have a lot of books in his apartment, and he always had an opinion on any technical subject. Could he really be that bad at controlling himself? Was Ivan even one to talk? He couldn’t even keep his pants on. She would see for herself. Maybe her first encounter with Derrick wasn’t the best, but then again Ivan did sneak into his apartment. Avery went back to her apartment and went to sit down on her couch. The soft trickle of water in her bathroom reminded her that she had a crisis. She stopped herself before sitting, and went to stand in the bathroom doorway. She felt useless. There was a knock at the door, and Avery went and opened it. Derrick was standing there, dark brown skin lit up by the sun beaming through the windows. His hair was still in his eyes, but looking up, she could see little hints of the many black orbs dotting his face. “I’m here to clear your-” he coughed, covering his mouth with a hand, while a second pair of arms held a tablet far away to keep it safe from anything that flew loose, “-clear your pipes.” She opened her mouth to respond, but didn’t know if she was expected to laugh, or take him seriously. It sounded like a cheesy porn pick up line. Derrick looked away from her, “Sorry about that.” Definitely pick up line. He put his hands on his hips as he walked past her, and another set of arms brought the tablet up to his face, while adjusting his hair slightly so he could read. He had a tool-belt at his waist, and she could see his third set of arms sorting through them, maybe checking if they were all still in place. Focusing on his many arms was still difficult to do. When they were painting, she would forget he even had any extra arms, until he was pointing something out to her while putting new paint on a brush at the same time. It made her head hurt if she focused on it too much, it seemed easier to just let him do his thing. Avery closed her door and turned to follow him. “Wait!” Avery shouted. He wasn’t wearing shorts with a tool belt, like she first thought. Derrick turned, “Something wrong?” “That’s a skirt!” she said, pointing in disbelief. That wasn’t the word she was looking for. No, she knew what it was, but she still couldn’t quite believe Derrick had one. It was a brown cotton skirt that went down to past his knees, covered in heavy pockets that now had his tools sticking out here and there. “It’s a utilikilt,” Derrick said with an odd confidence, “they say they feel great in the heat.” Avery frowned, “Do they?” He smiled, his too-jagged teeth sticking out, “It would be better with a breeze. But it is an improvement.” Avery had no response. Derrick looked at her a little longer, but didn’t say anything either. Then he turned back to the bathroom. She walked up beside him as he looked at the flooding bathroom tiles. He brought his tablet up again, and plugged away at it for a moment before walking through the toilet water puddled on the floor. He opened the top, reached inside, and twisted a knob. The toilet stopped making its usual running-water sound, and he set the top aside to look down inside. She was a little nervous. It was humiliating to have someone going through her toilet, first of all. Still worse would be if her problem was as simple as turning a single knob and calling it good. She would have called him up, with all those tools, just for him to make her look like an idiot because she couldn’t google well enough. Derrick fiddled around inside the bowl, reaching in to move this and that aside. While she made small circles just outside the bathroom, she watched as he plunged it, turned the same knob he turned before, and then tried to flush the toilet again. She stopped and looked in. The toilet resumed flooding. There was a kind of relief there. “Well, Avery,” Derrick said as he pulled up a wrench, “I know what isn’t the problem, which is a start. Be a darling, and grab me a towel or two to put on the floor.” A darling? “Oh, sure,” she said, going to her linen closet to get some of the older towels. She didn’t imagine she would want to use them again after this. She held them out to him, and he looked down at her as he took them. There was a pause before he said, “You really make a hard job feel easy.” Avery couldn’t help but blush, “Uhm, what?” Derrick stood up a little taller, opened his mouth, but nothing came out. In the end, he just grinned, and then turned around and laid the towels out on the bathroom tile. “I’m going to see if I can fix this without removing any pipes,” Derrick said, “it seems that typically, any clog or obstruction can be cleared with a little time and the right tools.” Time. As if her body was waiting for the inconvenience, she felt a small ping from her bladder. Those bottles of water were only going to give her so much time. “How long do you think it’ll take?” she asked. “Supposed to take a half hour,” he said as he fished around in his pockets for a what looked like a long metallic chain, “I would extend that forecast based on my inexperience, so forty-five to an hour.” That would be fine. If she was only just feeling it, she could last for well over an hour without complaint. She let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, keep me informed.” Avery went and sat down on her couch, keeping an ear out for any signs of trouble in the bathroom. All she got to hear was the occasional mumbling from Derrick, and the sound of him rattling around with the metallic snake. He plunged it into the toilet bowl, grunted as he rooted it around, and let out sighs of frustration whenever he pulled it free again. “Everything going okay?” Avery asked after Derrick was silent for a few minutes. She leaned forward and peeked, and saw him put down his tablet on a shelf before his shoulders drooped. “Let me show you something,” he said. Avery got up, and noted the increase in pressure below her waist. It had been about twenty-five minutes, well the show on TV was different, so possibly longer. Hopefully he just wanted to show her that he was wrapping up. She went to see him, stepping over a puddle to get to the towel that was now a little soggy with water it had absorbed. “What’s up?” she asked, trying to seem upbeat. Derrick smirked. It was an odd expression on him. “There was a lot of build up in there,” Derrick said with a nod, an arm pointing toward the bowl while a lower set of arms were confidently on his hips, “I’ve snaked it, and tried to erode it. The work wasn’t easy, but I think now one good plunging and you’ll be all clear.” Avery’s eyes popped open wide, “Oh really?” She took a step to the corner next to the shower and picked up the plunger there. He nodded, “Go ahead.” She waited for him to take a step back, pulled the toilet seat up, and went to work. She pulled and pushed, trying her hardest to grip the wooden handle. But it didn’t feel any different than when she had tried the same that morning. The water still made that suction slapping noise, and her hands started to hurt. “Wait,” Derrick said, putting a hand on her shoulder, another hand touched her waist, and another touched her other shoulder, “move aside, This might need a strong hand.” She let herself be moved, but she couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. Why even ask her to try if he was just going to shove her aside as soon as he could? Derrick took a deep breath, grabbed the plunger, and then made a hard press in, before pulling back out. There was actually a slight whine from the floor beneath the toilet. Fair enough, even if she didn’t like the way he was acting, that was impressive plunger-work. He kept going at it, then finally stopped, turned to Avery, and held the plunger out. “Here, hold this for a moment.” She took the plunger. She was at the point that she just wanted this to end, and to have her toilet back. Derrick turned the water back on, then gave it a flush. The bowl started to fill. Derrick coughed into his balled up fist. “Okay,” he said with a nod, before leaning back down and stopping the water flow, “t-that didn’t work. I’m going to have to open it up.” Avery couldn’t help but let out a long sigh and squeeze her thighs. At this point she was sure it would be easier to leave Derrick locked in her apartment, and start her walk down the block. Derrick walked in front of her, and she looked up into his hair. She could catch a peek of his eyes back there, looking down on her. He put his hands on her again. It wasn’t just a comforting hand on the arm, he was holding her arms, shoulders, had a hand on her hip, another touching her hand where it gripped the plunger. “Sorry,” he said, “I’ll fix it, okay?” How important was this to him? She already had him helping to fix the wall he destroyed the first day they met, did he see this problem differently? “Of course,” Avery said with a nod, “I know you will.” He looked away, and took the plunger from her hands. He stood tall, then when he looked back at her again he had that odd confidence back on his face, “I mean, no need to get your hands dirty. Leave it to me, Avery.” It was… cute. But also stunted, like he was reading a script. She took a step back, and watched as he went to his tablet and started to read through different notes he had there. Any hope she had that Derrick had previous experience working with plumbing were long gone, but now she was worried how much he knew about handiwork at all. Maybe it was her fault for assuming spiders would be good at building. “I can go for a little bit, if you want,” Avery said, trying to find an excuse to step out for a minute, “you can fix it, and I’ll be back to see your work.” He whipped around, “No! I mean, I wouldn’t want to have to wait to ask you if I had to do anything major.” Major? Her heart skipped a beat. “Plus,” he shrugged, “looking here, this will be short. It says twenty minutes tops.” Twenty minutes was no time at all. She let out a long breath, and went over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. The apartment was getting warm, and if she was going to be stuck there, she had to at least be hydrated. “Okay,” She said, “but, get it done right.” “Understood.” She sat down on the couch. At first Derrick was standing around, but then he started to pull out bigger tools, and she could see him looking for proper angles to get at the pipes on the toilet. She turned herself toward the TV, and took a cool drink of water. It felt stupid, considering her situation, but it was either that or melt before her toilet was fixed. Besides, even with the growing pressure that was turning into a pain in her lower stomach, she was sure she could last twenty minutes. This was important to Derrick. Still, she found it hard to concentrate on anything she watched. The pressure was getting to her, and no matter what plot was developing on the crime drama in front of her, she found herself shifting on the couch and fighting to get comfortable enough to ignore her bladder. “Curses!” Derrick growled. The unnatural clicking that followed made Avery turn toward the bathroom. Derrick was flexing his muscles against a large wrench as if he was trying to snap it in half. His sharp teeth were showing, his jaw chattering. Then he noticed her gaze, and relaxed. He turned away from the doorway, and crawled beneath the toilet. Avery went back to the TV. This episode was ending. How much time had it been so far? She squeezed her thighs, and tried not to count. She looked at her phone against her own will, made a mental note of the time, 2:25. When did he start? No, that wasn’t important. The next show started, and Avery went to take another swig of water. The bottle was empty, she didn’t want to think about how long that would take to sit on her bladder. Another dozen ounces or so putting pressure on her. Still, the room was toasty. Avery fought the urge for another bottle of water, and fanned herself instead. Her dress felt clingy, especially around her collar and thighs. There was that annoying sense of moisture that no one wanted when they were actively avoiding adding a vast amount more moisture to their problems. The show, she needed to concentrate. Someone was kidnapped, and being held hostage. But for some reason the guy being held was staying put, despite there being no rope or handcuffs on him. She couldn’t remember what happened earlier, was his family in danger? “Avery,” Derrick said. Her attention snapped to him, a spark of hope in her chest. “Can you grab me a water?” Her hopes were dashed. She looked at her phone, 2:45. He was already taking too long wasn’t he? No wonder she felt so uncomfortable. At best, he had mere minutes to meet his deadline. “Sure,” she said as she stood up. Then she froze in place. Standing was a bad idea. Her bladder spasmed, and she had to fight not to throw a hand between her legs. All that time sitting down, she didn’t realize exactly how bad she had to go. Her legs locked together, and for a moment she just stood and squeezed, closing her eyes as she focused on the pressure. Then the emergency subsided, and it was the normal mounting urge. She sighed, and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for Derrick, and one for herself. She walked back to the doorway and looked inside. She suppressed a gasp. He was actually making a lot of progress. Avery tried hard to ignore what he was doing, she missed a lot of what he was actually accomplishing. For one, there was a webbing mat on the floor. She had to imagine that was because he was laying on his back under the toilet, and didn’t want to end up soaked. How she missed him actually laying a layer of webbing, she didn’t know. The pipe at the u-bend was removed, and lying to the side, with some sort of tool sitting beside it. Derrick was peering into the pipe itself, several arms holding different pieces, tools, and the tablet. His shirt was sweat-ridden and tight to his chest. This also gave her another nice view. With his knees up, she could see up his...utilikilt. Not all the way, shadows obscured the best part. Though she had to wonder, did he have underwear on under there? He had to right? She took a step closer, and leaned to the side, squinting as she tried to see just a little deeper. That outline, it was right there, bare as the day he was born, she had to imagine. Her brain told her there was no way she could feel excitement while she was walking on eggshells due to the cracking dam inside her, but that didn’t stop the warmth spreading in her lower stomach. The fact that the two problems weren’t mutually exclusive was a little embarrassing. “Derrick,” she said as she walked forward, the water held out for him. He moved to the side of the toilet and sat up. She looked down at him, “how is it going?” He stood up, “a lot better,” he took the water and cracked it open. Watching him pour it into his mouth made her shift her hips. “there was a moment where I wasn’t making any progress, but I’m getting there. I would give it another 25 minutes, tops.” “Twenty-five?” Avery gasped, then regretted it, “but you…” She cut herself off. The outburst took a lot of the strength out of Derrick’s shoulders, he looked like he was sinking with every syllable. She checked herself, squeezing her muscles down below, and the reply was not positive. Her muscles felt tired, and the beads of sweat trailing down body were a terrible reminder of what she feared would happen any minute. “Okay,” Avery said, then bit her lip as another wave of pressure hit her. Derrick shuffled in place, then one of his hands ran a finger down her cheek. “You have no idea how delicious you look when you bite that lip,” he said. Avery’s heart thumped. Was he coming on to her, now? A line that cheesy was bad enough, but she felt like she could explode. It wasn’t the time. He sounded like a romance novel, a sickening one at that. Their eyes met, for the most part, and then he turned back to the toilet, “but first, I’ll finish what I started.” “Derrick,” Avery stopped him before he could even kneel. He turned to look at her over his shoulder, “Yeah?” “Have you been reading romance novels?” He snapped back around, “What? No, of course not,” he said while his arms flailed into as many different ‘no’ signs as Avery was aware of, “never. I mean, not never, but I haven’t.” Derrick turned around, and went down to his knees. His head drooped down, “What gave me away?” “Besides you sounding like Fabio practicing his lines?” she said. He laid down and went back on his back. He didn’t say or do anything, just laid there, looking up the pipe. “I mean, why are you repeating book lines?” she asked, trying not to visibly shift too much. He went back to work as he answered, “I guess I just, I’m not as impressive or interesting as the others. I don’t mean to tell you how to feel about them, or tell you how they feel about you, or any combination of predictive statements, but I wanted an advantage.” His advantage was, terrible romance novel dialog? Avery couldn’t help but think that wasn’t the best plan. Then again, it was pretty cute. Even if she wanted to punch him in the arm a few times, he went out of his way to try. “Well,” Avery said, “I wouldn’t have called you up here if I didn’t like Derrick Hunt. Fabio can get in line.” He stopped working and looked up at her. She smiled, then grabbed the front collar of her dress and fanned herself for a moment. “It’s hot in here,” She said, “hurry up and finish, and no more one liners.” “Yes ma’am,” Derrick said. She went to sit back down, and cursed the motion of bending over as soon as she took it. Her whole body was protesting. But it felt so much better when she finally did sit. At least for a moment. The time was 2:55, and she didn’t know if she had another ten minutes in her. She would have to, especially since she didn’t know if Derrick could get the whole mess back together in less time than that. She went back to the TV. It was the conclusion now, everyone was in a room yelling, a lawyer was present. Whatever had brought them to that point, she missed it all. She put a hand between her thighs and squeezed against it, pressing in with it as hard as she could. It didn’t seem to let her relax any, but the hold itself felt like one more barrier. Her thighs were flexing and relaxing, her waist shifting forward and back against the cushion. She wanted to sit on her heel, but at that point how would Derrick not ask questions? She was a grown woman, she would do what it took to hold it. That was all there was to it. Especially after Derrick admitted he liked her, after their previous episode being a bit of a fluke She couldn’t humiliate herself in front of him. “Derrick,” Avery said after fighting a groan of pain, “we finishing up?” He stopped working, “Oh, yeah I’m putting everything back now. Five minutes.” She didn’t respond, she was too busy biting her lip and trying to hold back a crashing tide. It was starting to feel like any moment would be the end, her muscles were weakening, her hand feeling wet from the sweat collecting on her inner thighs. She didn’t want to think about the last time she wet herself. Her whole adult life, she had near misses. Her bladder wasn’t the largest. Still, she balanced that with constant bathroom visits, and avoiding idiotic situations like this. Even when she did get into trouble, she typically could find some public restroom to use. Now there wasn’t enough time, she was going to find relief any second, she just knew it. The question was whether it was going to be in her bathroom, or on her couch. There was a drop. It was a sensation that sent a shiver up her spine. She couldn’t tell if it was just a large sweat drop, or the beginning of the end. “Derrick,” she said with a hint of panic she couldn’t avoid. “Okay, okay,” he said with a note of finality. “Finally!” Avery said as she got up from the couch. Why didn’t she learn her lesson, standing was not smart. The pressure resettled, and she went from on the verge, to well over the edge. Avery’s thighs locked together, and she bunched her dress between her legs as she held her breath and squeezed with all of her might. A squirt escaped, and Avery’s eyes popped open in shock. Another followed, and she looked to the bathroom. She had to hurry, she needed to move. Derrick was standing, but his tools were still everywhere. It didn’t matter though, the toilet looked intact, and that was the important part. She moved toward it as fast as she could. “Are you okay?” Derrick asked, standing in the doorway, “you look like you’re going to be sick.” Avery violently shook her head, stopping for a brief moment, “I just need to go.” Derrick frowned, “Oh, well…” “What?” Avery barked. He looked away, “I mean, I thought I was finished, but it looks like it is still obstructed.” Avery’s stomach sank, and her bladder pinged. Her back arched forward, but she kept her hands at her sides. She was going to get through this with some dignity. “What?” she bit her lip as she spoke, every word tracking the incoming tsunami, “but you said…” “I was going to apologize,” he said, “are you sure you’re okay?” Avery nodded, looking at the toilet seat just a few steps away. “I’m-” she squeezed her hands at her sides, the hiss of a second and a half long jet of piss striking her panties filled the forced silence, “-fine.” It splattered as it hit the ground, and Avery’s face went beet red. Derrick stepped out of her way without a word. “Fuck it,” she said, running toward the toilet as she reached beneath her dress for her panties. One of her legs stopped in place, a step away from the seat. She looked down, her dress pulled up to her stomach, a quarter sized dark spot against the cute red underwear. Her foot was stuck on the mat, Derrick’s mat. She jiggled her other foot, and realized it was the same. “Derrick!” she shrieked as she struggled, her dress still held at waist level. Another jet came, this one longer, so strong it didn’t seem impeded by her panties at all. The streak of urine splashed against her leg as it released. “No!” Avery squeaked. “Oh no,” Derrick said as he rushed to her side, “I’ll get you out.” Tears were in her eyes as the dam burst. She spread her knees and bent forward in some vain attempt to minimize the mess. It was no help. No longer strong jets, she unleashed a spray. All the water she drank splaying out over the mat, her legs, her shoes, the edges of her dress. Her panties went dark, soaked to the waistband as more and more pee spilled out of her defeated bladder. A moan of relief escaped her lips, her thighs trembling, as she covered the mat with her voided contents. The heat from it all was impossible to ignore, her legs coated in her golden liquid. When the last drops slid from her lower lips, her hips shook involuntarily. She realized her eyes were closed. She turned and looked behind her, Derrick was standing there in shock. Stinging tears built up, and Avery sniffled. This was terrible, everything she tried to avoid. It wasn’t just an accident, she didn’t have to pee in some alley or hide a mess that happened behind closed doors. She peed everywhere, right in front of him. The tears leaked in kind, and Avery let out a gross sob. “Oh no, this is terrible,” Derrick said, running past her to the toilet, “I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot, a giant fucking idiot. Here.” She looked up and saw he had a wad of toilet paper in his hands. “What good will that do!” she sobbed. Derrick came closer as she cried, “I’m so sorry Avery, this is all my fault. I didn’t think. Just get cleaned up, and I’ll forget this ever happened. It doesn’t matter.” She covered her face and tried to stop the tears, but they kept coming. He didn’t speak for a moment, then he let out a sigh. “Then I’ll do it.” She felt a hand on her dress. Then, she felt the paper towel against her inner thighs, sliding upward. It wiped once, twice, and then at once another paper towel went up the other leg. Avery removed her hands long enough to slap at his arms, swinging wildly to get any of them she could. “Stop! Haven’t you done enough?!” Then she saw it. Looking down at where his hands settled, there was a noticeable bulge tenting out the front of his kilt. “Are…” Avery felt a heat across her whole chest, “Is this turning you on? Do you get off on watching me humiliate myself Derrick?” “No,” Derrick said shaking his head, a few hands swinging in the air, “no, no, It just happened.” “Did you think maybe you would trap me here, and then try to paralyze me again?” Avery shouted, “are you some kind of freak?” He looked down, his head still shaking, “No, I just… please, I want to help Avery.” She didn’t know what to think, which only made her angry. All that heat she felt before, now it was back as rage, and she didn’t want to feel that. Still, she needed something, even if it was him gone. “Derrick…” she said between gritted teeth. “No,” he said, his hands all twisting over each other. “Maybe you should go.” “No!” he shouted. Avery closed her eyes in frustration. Then she felt a pair of arms grab her, and when she opened her eyes again, a giant spider was in front of her. He was squeezed into the room, his torso on the wall above the toilet. He lifted Avery into the air, and she squeaked in surprise as he started to thrust her this way and that. His jaw had split again, and that clicking was echoing against the ceramics. It was terrifying, but at once so fascinating. There was a moment there, just one, where she didn’t know if he would just bite her on the spot. Then she started to spin. He was webbing her up again, but this time she wasn’t being knocked out. It was nauseating, the rapid spins, but her arms were soon wrapped to her sides, her shoulders hidden beneath the cocoon of webbing, her soaked dress snug against her body. Except, unlike last time, this time her head was covered as well. She gasped as the world went white. She tried to yell, but all she could do was let out muffled grumbles. The spinning stopped, and she felt herself, upside down, moving toward her living room. Then she was shoved against the wall, her back sticking there. Her legs were still free, and they fell forward from gravity. “I’m sorry,” she heard Derrick saying through the webbing, “I didn’t want to do this, but I have to make it right.” She didn’t know what he meant at this point, and honestly, she was worried. She thought about Ivan’s warning. Grabbing her mid conversation looked a lot like losing control. Then, she felt his hands on her panties. She shrieked and squirmed, but with her whole upper body wrapped up like a mummy, she couldn’t stop them from being pulled away. A warm wet touch went to her inner thigh, and then another near her ankle, another on the opposite thigh. Avery realized they were towels, wet with sink water, sliding over every bit of her legs. Again she tried to struggle, but it was no use. “I don’t want to do this,” he said, “I’m not a freak, okay. I just want to apologize.” A towel went to her lower lips, and wiped away her accident in slow tender strokes. She kept fighting, even as the warm sensation in her gut built up. She tried to ignore the soft touch of his hands as they checked how clean her exposed legs were after they cleaned. She tried not to moan as he made sweeping circles with the warm towel to her womanhood. She pressed in with her thighs, and fought against him, but it was no use. She let out a soft moan, and Derrick stopped in place. She grumbled loudly, but he didn’t do anything, just left her hanging upside down. Then she felt his fingers pull her lips apart. Was he looking into her? It was humiliating just thinking about it. This wasn’t going to help get her clean, what was he doing? He stepped closer. So close that the warmth of his body pressed against her web-covered face. She could almost swear she smelled a manly musk through the white silk. Then she gasped as his tongue ran along her pussy lips. She mumbled against the cocoon, “Wait, stop!” He licked along the other side, and ran his tongue up her thigh before returning to center. His mouth covered her, sucking softly. Then his lips locked to hers, his tongue circling against her little button. It drove away her last bits of resistance, dredged up all the tension that had built up through her weird day. She couldn’t help herself, she moaned again as the pleasure mounted. Her thighs squeezed against his head. He pulled himself free, and she grumbled as loud as she could. A hard appendage sliced at the webbing until her mouth was free. Avery took in a deep breath, “Derrick, no! I just pissed myself, that’s gross.” He pressed against her again, and this time she was sure. The crotch of his kilt was against her nose and mouth. “I cleaned you,” he said, “relax, I’m trying to fix what I did.” He sucked at her little button again, his lowest hands rubbing at her sides through the webbing, his other arms massaging her legs and squeezing her butt. It was unfair. She couldn’t fight, her whole body was screaming that it was wrong, gross, she needed to be ashamed. But his tongue drove that away as it slid into her, stroked her from within, ran rhythmic patterns against her. She was trembling, her mouth squeezed shut, her hands squeezed under the webbing. “Derrick,” she whispered. He didn’t hear. He ran the flat of his tongue hard against her, again and again. “Derrick,” she whined, the musk getting to her. She bit out, catching the cloth covering his bulge in her lips and trying as best she could to move it out of the way. He stopped. The moment without attention was enough to make her start wiggling her hips. She felt like a beast in heat, craving attention, craving him. He lifted his kilt, and she could smell that his manhood was exposed to the air. She couldn’t see it, but it confirmed what she expected, going commando. “Do you need this too?” Derrick asked. He moved his hips forward, and she was panting with her mouth open as his swollen tip bumped against her lips. She struggled to find the right angle, to let it slip inside. She greedily ran her tongue over every new inch as it entered her, then cleaned it again as it slid out. She could feel his every twitch and reaction as he started to thrust, the pure pleasure made her pubic muscles squeeze and release. His hands were everywhere, touching exposed flesh and kneading cocooned flesh, guiding his expanding excitement into her mouth and teasing her clit as he bit at her thigh. She couldn’t ignore him, couldn’t escape the wall of pleasure he pressed against her. It was building, growing, expanding to something she couldn’t contain. Like before she was afraid of release and the relief it would bring, but for a whole different reason. What would this mean? Did she want the rapture that came from her pissing herself? Could she even stop herself? The choice was beyond her. Derrick’s thrusts became harder, struck deeper, while his tongue dove as deep as he could. Avery’s body answered for her, her toes curling, her thighs trapping Derrick against her. She started to move her head in rapid bobs, the excitement overtaking her. Derrick groaned, “Oh, wow, oh,” and she could feel that he was at his peak as well. He grew inside her, before the first hot globs burst into her throat. His groans of absolute pleasure just reinforced her own euphoria. Her back arched forward, she moaned into his manhood, her thighs twitched. Then they were finished, both panting in her living room. “I’m sorry,” Derrick said as he parted with her for a moment. He came back, another towel cleaning her lower lips again, then dabbing at the corners of her mouth where she couldn’t catch some of his escaping seed. “Don’t be,” Avery said, “my fault as much as yours. Still, at least you made up for it.” He chuckled, “Well, not quite yet. I estimate it will take me another… well to be safe why don’t I just say an hour.” He stepped away from her, and she could hear him messing with his tools. “Maybe you were right,” he said, low, “I did sort of enjoy watching that.” She chuckled, and Derrick chuckled in kind. She heard the distant sound of his tool clinking against the pipes again. “Wait,” She said, struggling against her webbing, “wait, Derrick. Let me down!” She kicked her legs, trying not to think how she looked with her naked ass in the air, glistening from her own sweat and his fresh cleaning job. “Derrick!” She shouted, “I need to pee again! Derrick, let me down!”
  3. Quackduck

    female The Hostage

    Charlotte sat as upright as a flagpole at the back table in a coffee shop. She wore a grey pantsuit and her hair tightly tied up in a bun. She’d been there for three hours. Every time the barista came by and asked if she was ready for the check, she refused and ordered something else as to not arouse suspicion, though she knew that it wasn’t normal to sit in a coffee shop by yourself for hours on end. People were talking, no doubt. The last thing she needed was attention. Too many cups of coffee and small crumbcakes later, her heart was beating fast and her bladder was so full that it was in constant pain. She fidgeted, but not just from desperation. She was incredibly anxious over her guest being late. Charlotte checked her phone. The last update was an hour ago, when he said he would be there as soon as he could. The only restroom in the shop was employees only, but he could arrive at any moment, so she couldn’t leave the shop for any reason. She sighed and tensed her thighs in response to her bulging, overfull bladder that pulsed agonizingly against her tight clothing. She needed to piss so bad. She wished he’d hurry up and get there already. She couldn’t remember a time where she needed relief this urgently. The bell on the door rang. Her guest had arrived. ”What happened?” she hissed. ”Something came up,” he muttered. ”Well, let’s just get this over with.” She took an envelope from her pocketbook and handed it to him, which he slid into his coat pocket. “It’s a list of names. Three or so.” She looked him in the eye. “By Friday.” He returned a stone cold look. ”How much?” he asked. ”One hundred twenty thou. The party emphasized Friday.” She crossed her legs, trying to hide that her need was an emergency. ”I’ll get it done,” he said, getting up. ”Wait! We can’t both leave at the same time!” ”Then you leave after me,” he sneered, then left. She sat there, still filled with an enormous amount of liquid that tortured her insides. She crossed her legs the other way and held her breath, focusing on keeping the dam closed. She watched him get into the passenger seat of a red car, but it didn’t leave. It just sat there. “Why isn’t he leaving?” she groaned to herself after a few minutes of waiting, her bloated belly pulsing with piss. She discreetly pushed her knuckles in between her legs, wanting any kind of relief she could get. The car was still there almost twenty minutes after that, but she couldn’t take it anymore. Every cup of coffee she’d drank had made its way to her bladder. It hurt so badly she couldn’t think. Risky or not, she needed to empty herself before she exploded. She wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and forced herself to her feet. She composed herself as much as she could as she paid for her things, then thanked the barista as she hobbled out the door. She made it across the parking lot with no leakage. As soon as she was inside her car, she squeezed herself with her left hand and hurriedly jammed the key in the ignition. A knock on her window startled her and nearly made her leak. “Get out,” the man said. It was her guest from before. A cold, anxious feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. She took the key out and did what she was told, grimacing at the pain in her howling tummy. She got into the back seat, where a man had a gun pointed at her. Charlotte was trembling from head to toe. “Where did you get these names?” the man asked as the car began to move. “T-The third party,” she whimpered. “And who is that?” he grumbled impatiently. “I- I can’t-“ “Who is it?” he nearly shouted. “I don’t know their name! I’m just the messenger. Jeremy knows the names.” She tensed her thighs. She needed to pee so badly. All she wanted more than anything was to relieve herself, but at the moment she feared for her life. “You know where to find Jeremy then, right?” She nodded. “Take us to him.” “He lives in Armington, on the southside.” “Take us to him,” he growled. She gulped. It was nearly a two hour car ride. “You’re going the wrong way. Armington’s north. Take 76.” “I can get to Armington. Just tell me where to find him when we get there.” “Can I ask what this is all about?” He didn’t answer. They drove in silence for a little over half an hour. By then, Charlotte was in extraordinary pain. Her bladder was so filled with coffee that it felt like it was going to tear. It bulged out of her like a melon. Every bump and turn made the massive amount of urine slosh around in her belly. Her legs were locked tightly together and she was gripping her pants so hard that her knuckles were turning white. She hadn’t leaked at all, though. She managed to keep every drop of liquid inside of her, even if it was torture. They’d been driving through the almost barren desert for a long time, and she’d made up her mind to face her fears and ask for a toilet break as soon as the opportunity arose. It did. A sign that read “1000 FEET- EXIT 36: FOOD, LODGING” passed by. “C-Can you stop at a restroom at this next exit, please?” she asked with a shaky voice. There was no response. She felt like crying. “Please, I really need to relieve myself.” “You’re just gonna run away as soon as you’re out of sight,” one of the men grumbled. “I won’t, I swear! I have nowhere to go!” They drove past the exit. She groaned in misery, doubling over as her searing bladder screamed in agony. “Please, it’s an emergency. I really- I can’t-“ she had to hold back tears. It hurt so bad. Charlotte was worried that she was doing actual damage to her organs at this point. It felt like there was a bowling ball in her stomach. “I think we need to stop somewhere,” one of the men said. “It’s better than a wet car seat.” The driver grumbled something and pulled over to the side of the road. She almost protested, as she was far too dignified to pee outside, but the pain was excruciaShe rushed to climb out, but the man next to her grabbed her arm tightly. “Try anything funny, you’ll regret it. Nothing out here but desert.” Charlotte squirmed in her seat, pulling her trembling arm away. “Ah!” she whimpered as she climbed out, urine sloshing around inside her. She rushed to undo her belt with shaking hands, doubled over and fidgeting. One of the men came around the car and guarded her. “At least turn around!” she said, halting the process for a moment. She needed to piss so badly she was on the verge of tears, but she still had some dignity. The man rolled his eyes and turned around. Charlotte pulled her pants down to her knees and squatted down. The ground remained dry. Her bladder was absolutely searing as it was squished against her thighs, but her urethra was clamped tight. She took a deep breath and tried to relax, but she was too uncomfortable in her surroundings. On top of being held hostage in a car with three dangerous men, she’d never relieved herself outside before. She closed her eyes and focused on emptying the gallons of hot piss she had contained inside her. It took a while, but she eventually began leaking a bit. It trickled slowly out of her tingling pussy, granting her very little relief. Something was better than nothing, though. “You done yet?” one of the men asked. “Give me a minute,” she said, annoyed, her pathetic stream faltering. “Well, hurry up.” “I need a toilet! I can’t go outside like this.” “Get her back in the car,” the driver said. “I’m tired of waiting.” “No, please!” she pleaded, stemming the stream and pulling her pants up as fast as she could. “I really can’t hold it! I need to go!” She was shoved into the car. She didn’t button her pants since she was still in serious pain. Her breath was bated and her hand was in between her legs as the car began driving again. Twenty minutes later, she was drenched in sweat. Every time she breathed in, it felt like her bladder was under pressure. Her knees were brought up, both hands were squeezing her crotch, and her head was rested back exhaustedly. She was on the verge of tears. “I can’t take it anymore,” she muttered, watching another exit sign come and go. “My bladder hurts so bad it feels like it’s gonna burst.” There was no response. She held back a choked, pained sob. “I- If you don’t stop at a toilet I don’t know what’s going to happen.” She wondered if her bladder could actually explode. Her pussy was tingling and her urethra was burning. Her stomach bulged out against her legs. Still, the men ignored her. The driver hit a pothole. It jarred her bloated belly, sending shockwaves of pain throughout her abdomen as the enormous amount of piss sloshed around inside her. She whimpered, bit into her knuckle, and started to cry. Ten minutes after that, the first leak happened. Charlotte gasped and squeezed harder, her urethra burning hot as the sun. She groaned miserably and doubled over, biting hard into the seat in front of her. A little while after that, it happened again, but with more force. She was starting to lose control. The third time, the leak turned into a forceful stream, which she tried her hardest to stop. “Ah! Owww...” Her legs convulsed in the effort to stop. Urine was pooling around her butt and leaking down her legs. By the time she finally managed to stop, she was completely drenched in pee, but there continued to be a searing pain in her still overfull bladder, which agonizingly ached as bad as it did in the coffee shop. “Uh,” the man next to her said, “I think we really do need to stop at a bathroom.” He seemed almost sympathetic to her situation. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. “The damage is already done,” he said. “I- I still—“ Charlotte started, but didn’t finish. It was no use. She writhed in desperation, the wet fabric of her pants and underwear sticking uncomfortable to her skin. Her face was flushed red from the humiliation of having to sit in a puddle of her own urine like this. She shut her eyes and winced as he hit another pothole. About ten minutes after that, the driver began asking for directions to Jeremy’s house. She tried to keep the pain out of her voice, but it was in vain. The agony she felt from her intense need to urinate was almost unbearable. When they arrived, the two men in front got out of the car. “Make sure she doesn’t try anything while we’re gone,” one of them said. “I’m not going?” she asked, “wait, I have- I have to go. I need to use the bathroom. I really can’t hold it the whole drive back—“ They shut the door on her. She groaned, squeezing herself and leaning her head into the headrest in front of her. Her bloated belly pressed into her wrists. “I don’t know if this will help,” the man next to her said, dumping a gatorade bottle out the window. The sound of splashing liquid against pavement made her cringe. He handed her the empty bottle. “Can you use this?” Charlotte hesitated. She didn’t want to pull her pants down in front of him, but she also didn’t want to wet herself again, and she wanted relief more than anything else in the world. She took the bottle and skinned her pants down just enough so that she could hold it between her legs. Her ass and thighs glistened with urine. The poor, desperate girl took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused on relaxing her muscles. This was even worse than peeing outside, though, and the huge amount of pee remained contained within her small, trembling body. She glanced over at the man and caught him looking. He quickly diverted his gaze, and Charlotte turned an even deeper shade of red. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she spoke. “W-what is all this about?” She struggled to talk through her need to urinate. “Why am I here?” The man stared out the window. “The people on that sheet are members of an organization we have a partnership with.” He went into no further detail. “Will Jeremy be okay?” He nodded his head. “Will I be okay?” He looked her in the eyes. “As long as you do what you’re told.” She couldn’t keep the fear out of her face. He looked down at the bottle she was holding. “And if you don’t piss soon, I’m taking that back. I could get into trouble for helping you like this.” “I can’t. I- I-“ she began to cry. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t release even a single drop of pee. It hurt so badly. The walls of her bladder were stretched so far beyond her normal capacity that it felt like it was pressing on her other organs. “I need a toilet,” she sobbed. “Not a bottle and not the ground.” “This is what you got. It’s all I can do. I don’t want to sit here smelling your piss any more than you want to have to hold it.” “I’m in so much pain. Isn’t there anything you can do?” His face suddenly turned to fear. The other men were coming back. “Pull your pants up.” She hesitated. “Now! Or we’re both dead!” She pulled her pants up and dropped the bottle to the ground. She continued to cry. She couldn’t help it. The pain she was feeling was unbearable. She held herself for the small amount of comfort it gave, not to keep her pee in. If she could completely wet herself, she would do it in a heartbeat. One of the men opened her door, but didn’t let her out. “He told us the names,” he said, “but he didn’t know where to find them. He said you know that.” She nodded, squirming a bit. “Why don’t you tell me why you didn’t just tell us that in the first place and saved us two hours?” He was almost shouting. Charlotte stuttered. A wave of desperation caused her to wince and grip herself harder. The man’s eyes flicked down to her bloated belly. He suddenly drove his fist hard into her bulge, causing her to cry out in agony, tears streaming down her face. He kept his fist there, pushing it further into her stomach. The pain was blinding. She tried in vain to push his arm away, but the torturous feeling of his knuckles pressing down on her overfilled tummy drained her of her strength. “Please-“ she begged, “s-stop!” “Let her go,” the driver said, “we’ve lost enough time already.” He took his arm back and slammed her door. She still felt the ghost of his hand on her belly, as if it were still there. Her bladder spasmed unnaturally, irregularly palpitating like a damaged heart. She felt scared to move, lest she hurt herself even more. The car began to move. “Leonard Miller. Where can we find him?” the driver asked. Charlotte didn’t respond. She was crying, and actually trying to pee herself. “You shouldn’t have hit her, man,” the man next to her said. “I’ll hit her again if she doesn’t start talking!” “Goddamnit, I’m tired of this!” The driver turned into a gas station. “Somebody go with her. Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.” The man who sat next to her got out and opened the door for her. She shakily got out, doubled over and cradling her burning bladder. She hobbled slowly into the gas station and went straight to the one-person bathroom. The man waited outside. Although the feeling of the man’s fist in her stomach had subsided, the unbearable aching of her urine-filled organ was still searing. She sat down on the toilet and took a deep breath, ready to finally empty herself of the gallons of piss she had been holding for so long. She sat there in silence, though. She was still locked down tight. Charlotte felt scared now. What damage had been done? She started to cry again, massaging her bursting belly. Her hands were shaking with immense pain, and her urethra stung badly. ‘Maybe if I run the sink, it will be easier to find relief,’ she thought. She looked over at it and saw a small window above the mirror. It was then she felt a different kind of fear. It wasn’t the deep dread she felt for her damaged bladder, though it still screamed to be drained. It was mixed with anticipation and adrenaline. She put her immense need to urinate to the side for a minute and stood on the sink. She pushed the window open with a loud, rusty creak. It led out to behind the building, which was perfect. It wasn’t very big, though. She hoped to god she could fit through. She jumped up and dug her nails into the dirt, squeezing her body through the small opening. Her bladder squished against it, causing her to groan miserably, but she managed to get through. Then she took off as fast as she could, liquid sloshing around inside of her. She ran for a long time, not stopping for any reason, until she was blocks away from the men. It wasn’t until a particularly painful wave of desperation caused her to double over that she finally stopped running, panting and sweating, and still full of fluid. It was then she began to cry again. “You good?” someone asked. Charlotte looked up and saw a skinny blond girl in a crop top, short shorts, and high heels. “I- I dont-“ “Are you hurt?” Charlotte didn’t know how to respond. “I’m not hurt,” she said, struggling to compose herself. “Could you tell me where a bathroom is?” “It seems like it’s too late for that,” the girl said, looking at the dark patch on Charlotte’s pants. She turned bright red. “I can’t- I still have to-“ she stuttered, her legs shaking a bit as she felt herself start to leak. It gradually grew to a more powerful stream until urine was forcefully hissing out of her. She didn’t fight it. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief as her bursting bladder finally drained into her pants, completely soaking the fabric right down to her shoes. It streaked black down her legs and butt. Golden liquid began to escape from her drenched pants and patter to the pavement, forming a puddle that travelled down the sidewalk and into the gutter. Her belly bulge was deflating like a balloon. Finally emptying herself of the ocean of piss that she was holding was absolute bliss. Her stream finally trickled to a stop after what seemed like an eternity of pissing. “Damn,” the girl said, “you ruined your pants.” “I don’t even care,” Charlotte said. She echoed that sentence in her head to keep from crying from the humiliation. “You really had to go,” the girl looked at the river of urine that travelled from beneath Charlotte. “That’s so much piss! Why were you holding so much?” “It’s a long story,” she muttered, leaking a little more pee. “I have clothes you can borrow.” “Thanks.” She followed the girl to her car. “I’m Amber by the way.” “I’m Charlotte,” she half-smiled at her. “Are you sure I can sit down? I don’t want to ruin your seat.” “Just take off your pants and dry your butt.” She hesitated, but seeing as the other option was two hours of public transport back to her house, she did as she was told. She wore a black thong. She put a sweatshirt around her waist when they went into her apartment building. “You can shower if you want,” Amber said when they got inside. As Charlotte stood under the warm water, the reality of her situation hit her hard. She’d have to skip town. She may never see Jeremy again, if he was even still alive. When she finished her shower, she came out and found Amber on the couch, sitting oddly on her foot. “Hey,” Amber greeted, looking almost surprised. “You said you had clothes...?” “Oh right!” She hopped off the couch and looked around in the laundry basket, stepping around and squirming. “You alright?” Charlotte asked. She giggled. “I know why you were holding.” Charlotte gave her a weird look. “You don’t have to deny it,” Amber said, “I’m into it too.” “What are you talking about?” “Omorashi. Why else would you have been holding it for so long? And waited until someone was right there to wet yourself?” She pulled on the hem of her shorts. “I’m not judging you, but that’s not was I was doing.” Amber’s cheeks turned red. “Oh. What were you doing?” She sighed. She felt like she needed to talk to someone. It’s not like she had much to lose anymore. She sat on the couch and explained everything, starting from the beginning, about how she was an operative for an assassination agency that had turned against her, all the way up to the hours of bladder torture she’d been forced to endure. By the time she finished, Amber was sitting on her heel and she was gripping the sides of her shorts. “Wow,” she muttered. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Charlotte asked. Amber shook her head. “I can’t stand up right now,” she said casually. “Either you’re insane or you need to get out of town quick.” “I don’t really care if you don’t believe me, I just needed to get that off my chest.” “Do you have anywhere to go?” Charlotte shook her head. Amber winced and tapped herself between the legs before jumping up and rushing to the bathroom. She stopped outside the door, stepping and squirming in place. “I can help you if you want,” she said, “give you a ride somewhere or something.” “Thanks,” Charlotte said as the bathroom door closed, but she didn’t know where she’d go. Amber’s urine stream was long and hard, loudly splattering against the toilet water and porcelain. After Charlotte got dressed and they got in the car, the only direction she could give Amber was “far from here.” So with that, she started over. To Be Continued
  4. Quackduck

    Desperate Sex

    POV: BRYCE I’ve always been into pee, particularly desperation. The only person I’ve ever told is this girl I went on a few dates with named Kara. Our first date was at the movies. We got popcorn and a large drink, which I didn’t even think we’d finish, but she got up and got a refill about halfway through. I barely had any, but Kara managed to finish the whole thing! After the movie, she excused herself to the bathroom. On the way home, though, I noticed she was squirming and fidgeting, but I didn’t think much of it. As soon as we got to my house, she made a beeline for the bathroom. We started making out in my room. When it started to go somewhere, she said ”Hold on, I’ll be right back. I gotta pee.” ”Are you alright?” ”Yeah, why?” ”You’ve been going to the bathroom a lot.” Her cheeks went a little red. “Well... Whenever I have sex, I make sure my bladder’s really full so I can pee afterwards. It helps to prevent pregnancy.” ”Really?” I asked. She nodded. ”Plus, I read it can make it more pleasurable. I drank too much though. I don’t want to have to pee too badly. It gets distracting, and kind of painful, so I go to the bathroom and let a little bit out.” I noticed she was bent over a bit. ”I mean, the fuller the better, right? Like, wouldn’t you want to pee as much as possible afterwards?” She hesitated. “I guess, yeah,” she said, and sat back down. In hindsight, this was kind of sadistic on my part, but knowing her bladder was so overfull while I was fucking her drove me crazy. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. As soon as I came, she said “Okay, let me up.” She rushed to the toilet without shutting the door, sighing as her strong urine stream hissed out of her like a firehose. Our next date was at a restauraunt. She went through the drinks like nothing, excusing herself to the bathroom numerous times. POV: KARA On the drive home, I had to pee so bad I couldn’t think about anything else. Bryce’s parents were going out, so we were going to his house again. I’m not supposed to be there after dark. I wanted to pee a little bit as soon as we got there, but he was oddly enthusiastic about going straight to his bedroom. I decided I’d go as soon as we were undressed. A little while later, though, we heard something downstairs. ”Oh, shit,” he said, and hurriedly got all his clothes back on. We hadn’t done anything yet, but I had already undressed down to my underwear. I was about to excuse myself to the restroom before we heard it. My bladder was swollen with hot piss and I couldn’t keep still. I was squirming a lot and occasionally squeezing myself. ”I need you to hide in the closet,” he told me. “My parents are super strict, they can’t see you here right now. I’m gonna go see what they’re doing home.” He left before I could ask him what to do about my urgent need. I had to go so badly, but I hid in the closet anyway. Pretty soon, I was marching around and holding myself, rubbing in between my legs occasionally. ”Oh my god,” I groaned quietly. My bladder was full to bursting. I needed to pee so bad I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it. Finally, I heard the car leave the driveway and he came back in the room. I came out, trembling and holding myself. ”Sorry it took so long,” he said, “my mom lost her purse. She’s freaking out. They’re going to check—“ ”I’m sorry, I can’t hold it. I have to pee so bad.” I went towards the bathroom. “Wait!” he said, “I think you should hold it.” I shook my head. “I’m gonna explode.” ”No, just think about it. A full bladder supposed to make sex more pleasurable. If you’re really bursting, this’ll be, like, the best orgasm you’ve ever had.” ”I really don’t think-“ ”If you change your mind at any point, you can just run to the bathroom and come back.” ”Fuck, I need to go, though!” ”It’s not like you can get hurt from holding your pee or anything.” I was stepping around and squeezing my pussy intermittently with both hands inside my underwear. “I guess,” I said, hoping I could hold it. When I got in the bed, I could feel the liquid sloshing around inside of me. He pulled my panties off and it got even harder to hold
  5. I am not used to write in english or such many words so pls be forgiving fo mistakes😊 Yesterday evening I started drinking 300ml every 20mins so I was well hydrated after a while. So when getting desperate I put on a diaper and continued drinking. Soon I leaked and spurted into my diaper but I kept holding. I started some round league of legends to keep my busy and distract me from my bladder but my "Drink Timer" still reminded me of having a glass full of water every 20mins. When my diaper was nearly full I put on a slim jeans, slipped into my old boots and packed my backpack with some spare clothing, a towel and my camera. I drank my last glass of whater, then let out a spurt of pee for 2 sec (at least i tried to stop but it endet up beeing 3 spurts) and took of my diaper. If I am not wearing diapers I feel like i can hold my pee better and I dont leak so much but when loosing it, it will be a lot less controllable. So I started walking around my district, and I tried to always stay at the most busy streets. (When I am alone the urge always is very strong but beeing at busy places makes my bladder shy, but I wanted to force my bladder to get rid of that behavior). Eventually I had some leaks and my crotch got dumb but it was not visible. I went to some quiet streets and the urge hit my like a train, having a big spurt and now wet thighs. I quickly got to a small park area and sat on a small wall and "inspect the damage". But know beeing not in motion I had a big accident and despite of punching my sphinkter my pee flooded the wall and flew down to the grass. I managed to get back control after a while. My pants where soaked and the urge was gone for now but I my bladder wasn empty and there was a lot of water in my body. It was rather dark at this corner and no one in sight, so I got a near bench, and changed my pants into a dry pair. This time fitting slim jersey pants I sewed a month ago. I headed to a near playground I knew I will be untroubled and on they way the urge came back. But now it was obvious that I couldn't resist for long anymore my pelvic muscels feld numb. But I had dry pants on and you're not allowed to wet your new pants right?! So I tried my best. But allready felt dribbles going into my fresh underwear no matter how hard i clenched my muscels. As I reached the playground I already hat a wet spot and I lost control increasingly more and more (<--is this correct english though?!) Aaaand from know on I was inavitable that I would utterly wet my pants. After another push from my bladder it gushed into my pants and i squatted down from exhaustion. After this I walked across the playground, while letting all out and went swinging, and peed my pants as it came. Eventually I took my Camera and made some pictures, and changed to another clothes and went home
  6. Well hello again. It's been a while. So I was driving along the other week, trying to get my mind off of things. It's been a stressful month. Good, but stressful. And then I see one of those "Adopt-a-Highway" signs, with the name of a sorority on it. And wheels began to turn in my head... This scenario is what came out. ------------------------------------------------------ Zephyr felt all her insides were in total rebellion, she was so nervous. Could it really be true? Could she really be moving in to this magical place? And could this sorority really be as excellent as it sounded? She looked up at the house. It was pretty big. Lots of windows (though most had the blinds down). There was a porch that didn’t look like it got a lot of use, although a couple bikes were locked up there. It certainly looked like it was full of young people—a little shabby, art on the door, shoes casually heaped up. But there was no sign of it being a sorority—no big gold Greek Letters over the door, like the fraternities she was used to. Zeph looked down at herself. She didn’t really look the part of a sorority girl herself, or at least not as she imagined such girls appeared. She was in flip-flops, not high heels; in cutoff jeans, but not super-tight ones; in a thrift-store tank top, not designer wear. And of course her perky blonde hair had gotten a little bit gay, what with the side buzz on her right temple. But she was dressed more conservatively than usual for her, at least—she was wearing a bra! Her small boobs were practically rattling around in it, but she didn’t want to seem… Well, what? After all, wasn’t that what she was here for? A certain kind of horniness? Just relax. Come as you are, Kelly had told her. We’re all super-sweet, I’m sure everyone will love you. Zephyr took a deep breath, shouldered her overnight bag, walked up the steps, and rang the doorbell. “Just a sec!” someone called. As Zephyr waited for that someone to open the door, she found her eyes examining the art that hung there. The picture was a stylized beach scene, with a river meeting the sea. And suddenly she realized that there was a sorority sign. Subtly woven into the picture were three Greek letters: Π Σ Σ She got a little shiver when she recognized that. She heard footsteps, then a pause, and then the door swung open. “Hi!” said the girl who’d opened it. “C’mon in, I didn’t realize it was you!” Zephyr recognized the girl right away—she’d been here the last time. And what’s more, she even remembered her name: Amanda. It was easy to remember, as there hadn’t been any other big Black girls in the household. Amanda was definitely on the larger side: big hips, big belly, big boobs, big butt. And big hair to match, too. She wasn’t really Zephyr’s type, but Zeph wasn’t about to say so. She wanted to make a good first impression. “Is it Zephyr?” came a more-familiar voice: Kelly. “Sure is!” Amanda sang out. “Seriously, girl, come on in and make yourself at home. Don’t just stand there, you’ll let in the flies.” Zephyr stepped inside. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, but as she blinked around she recognized it was just one big room, really—one big room the whole width of the house. There were two doors and the staircase off the back wall, and to the right of the staircase the big room extended further back into an open-plan kitchen. She also recognized some people. Two brunettes were smiling up at her from one couch—one shyly, the other positively beaming with delight. A lanky redhead was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. And also in the kitchen—well, wiping off her hands and stepping out of the kitchen—was Kelly, who smiled widely from under her raven braid and gave Zephyr a big hug. “Welcome,” Kelly said. “Welcome to Pi Sigma Sigma. Gosh, I’m so excited you’re here. Are you ready for this?” Zephyr felt a little twinge in her innards again, way down at her crotch. Well, two twinges, really. The pressure of Kelly’s boobs against her were a part of that. But only a part. “I think so,” she said. “Well, set your bag down and let me give you the tour. Do you remember everybody?” “Um—” “It’s okay, there are lots of us.” “Hi, I’m Ashley!” said the beaming brunette, bouncing up from her seat. She had a slight accent, and she had a haircut rather similar to Zephyr’s—partially long, partially buzzed—although the longer part was just shy of shoulder-length. Zephyr couldn’t help but admire Ashley’s body. Maybe it was just the athletic gear the girl was wearing, but she looked fit as all hell. Nice boobs and butt, a little rounder and fuller than Zeph’s own, but her arms and legs spoke to a lot of workouts. “I’m Kari,” said the redhead. She was very slender, with only a trace of curves, and her hair was cut fairly short. “I’m Amanda,” said Amanda. “And this is Sophie,” Kelly said, gesturing to the other brunette—who smiled again and waved, very shyly. “We’re missing one—Bella should be home soon,” Kelly went on. “Let me show you around, though! First stop—the Bunkroom! Here’s where you’ll sleep.” The leftmost door in the back wall led to a spacious room that was largely filled by two sets of bunk beds and a lot of dressers. “Ashley and Kari like the top bunks, so lucky you, there’s a lower bunk open,” Kelly said. “Not a lot of privacy,” Zephyr pointed out.” “That’s true. But from what you tell me, you’re pretty open, yeah? And after a while here, you’ll see just about everything, almost… This here is the Study Room,” she added, gesturing to the other door. “If you ever just want to get shit done and not be distracted, that’s the room for you. Kitchen, obviously… door to the back yard, such as it is… the real fun is upstairs.” Kelly led the way, and Zephyr followed. Amanda came up behind them. Kari had gone back to chopping, and Ashley and Sophie had resumed their seat on the couch. After a landing, the stairs brought them to a hallway that ran off to the right. To the left was an open door, but Kelly led the way down the hallway. “Bathroom there, we’ll come back to that… Here’s Bella’s room. I’ll let her show that to you, she’s got it set up the way she needs it and it’s best not to mess with it.” “Over here, though,” said Amanda, “is my room, and you can mess with it a lot if you’ve got good ideas.” And she led the way into the big bedroom. Amanda’s room was covered in coziness. A big bed, covered in pillows and stuffed animals, with gauzy drapes hanging over it. The couch that faced the bed looked incredibly comfy, too. And the hardwood floors that they had been walking on were covered in big fluffy throw rugs. There were cheerful posters and paintings on the walls. “Bath mats,” Amanda said, running her toes over the nearest rug. “All of ‘em. Super absorbent and washable, but still nice on the feet.” She winked. “Oh, and the top drawer of the dresser is where we keep the toys. Try any of ‘em that you want, hon, just be sure to wash up after.” She turned to face Zephyr. “You are welcome here any time, hon. This door is always open, and I do mean always. So I want you to feel at home here, mmkay?” “Thank you,” Zephyr said. “Now let’s check out the balcony!” Kelly said. There was a back door to the room, and Amanda led the way through it onto a spacious deck that overlooked a rather small lawn. “We are not big lawn people,” Kelly said, “although sometimes the grass comes in handy. But we do like to hang out up here.” And indeed there were a lot of deck chairs. “We tan up here a lot. As far as we can tell, nobody in the other houses can see us when we’re lying down, so if you want to tan completely, be our guest.” Zephyr, who loved wearing as few clothes as possible, felt that little twinge in her crotch again. “Underneath the deck, Ashley’s got a little gym set up, if you want some weight training,” Kelly said. “But if we go this way…” They stepped back inside the house and into a bedroom even bigger than Amanda’s. This room was not nearly so cozy. It did have an immense bed that looked big enough for four people, and two mats similar to the ones in Amanda’s room, but the walls were more stark. The tall dresser beside the bed was covered in vases and pitchers. And at the bedside… “Whoops,” Kelly said. “Forgot to put that away...” And she grabbed what was obviously a sex toy from the bedside table and dropped it into a drawer. She turned to face Zephyr. “My room,” she said, unnecessarily. “Walk-in closet over there—let me know if you need to store some clothes there, we haven’t filled it up yet. You’ll spend some nights here, too.” Twinge… “Door back to the hallway there, and door to the bathroom here,” Kelly said, leading the way once again. The bathroom was huge. On the right, as they walked in, was a long countertop, matched by an equally long mirror. It had not one but two sinks, and bright lights all around the mirror. “Big enough for three or four of us to do our makeup at once,” Kelly said, “and the tub’s big enough for about the same number, if we get cozy! It’s got jets, too…” The bathtub was indeed immense. But there was also a shower—and, as if somewhat forgotten in the corner, a single toilet. Another twinge. Not in quite the same place, although it was close. A bladder twinge, this time. Zephyr momentarily thought about hanging back after Kelly left. But Amanda was coming into the room behind her, and besides… …So soon? Kelly walked out of the bathroom and down the steps. “Here’s the Code,” she said, pausing on the landing. Zephyr came down the steps and stopped beside her. There was a framed sign hanging on the wall, right where everyone had no choice but to see it. It was hand-lettered and hand-decorated, and read: The ΠΣΣ Code 1. In this house we play, by ourselves or with each other, but always with safety and consent. 2. Safety: Don’t let it hurt—at least not for long. If it hurts, let it out—at least a little. 3. Consent: Before any play, talk it out before and after. Use the Stoplight System. 4. Use the Hair Tie System, too. 5. Eat healthy and drink lots. 6. No play in the Study Room—ever. 7. Be careful about bringing people over. Be even more careful about bringing people in. “There’s a better version somewhere,” Amanda said. “Says a bit more. But this one’s the prettiest, so it got to go up on the wall.” “And that’s that!” Kelly said. “Oh, I think Bella’s home…” All three of them walked down the steps. Another girl was closing the door behind her. She was blonde, wearing a knee-length white dress and big dark sunglasses, and in her hand was a blind person’s cane. Underneath that dress… well, this girl was curvy in all the right places. “Hi, Bella!” Kelly called as she walked down. “Oh, wait, look out, Zephyr’s bag—” Ashley jumped up just then, as if to grab that bag—but she froze for a moment, clenching her fists at her sides. Bella had apparently heard Kelly’s warning, however, and froze too. Instead of folding up her cane, as she’d been about to, she instead did a quick sweep around her ankles. “It’s all right, I’ve got it,” Ashley said, again in that lovely accent. It sounded eastern European. Ashley pulled Zephyr’s bag out of the way. “Thank you, Ash,” Bella said, gratefully. She had a lovely voice. She walked fearlessly to a chair facing Ashley and Sophie’s couch, sat down, and crossed her legs. “Whew. Long day.” “How are you doing?” Ashley asked. “Oh, fairly well. I haven’t—” “Bella,” Kelly said, cutting in warningly, “Zephyr’s here.” “Oh!” Bella said. “Pleased to meet you at last, Zephyr.” She held out a hand. Zephyr hurried over to take it. “I’m pleased to meet you, too,” she said, and meant it. Bella cocked her head. “Hmm. Where are you from?” “The Midwest?” “Yes, that would explain it.” “So… um…” Bella chuckled. “Yes, I’m blind. Not totally. I see colors, especially if there’s a lot of light. But I have trouble with shapes and virtually no peripheral vision.” “Can… can you see me?” “With my eyes, I can see that there’s a shadow in front of me,” Bella said. “With my hands, I could see a bit more. Once we’ve gotten to know each other better. People sometimes find it a little—much for a first meeting.” Zephyr nodded, then realized how stupid this was, and said, “Oh, I see—wait, I mean—” Bella chuckled. “If I were that thin-skinned, Zephyr, I would never leave the house. If there’s anything you’re curious about or wondering about, just ask.” “I’m curious about how you’re doing,” Ashley said. “I’m on track for today,” Bella told her, turning her head slightly to face toward Ashley. “What does that mean?” Zephyr asked. Bella paused for a long second before answering. “Well, you know what we do here, right?” “We’ve all been tiptoeing around it,” Amanda said. “Better to get it over with,” Kelly said. “Hmm. Must I?” Bella said, quietly. “To a stranger?” “I’ll tell!” Ashley said. “I haven’t peed since lunch. I’m at 6, close to 7.” There was a slight pause as they all took this in—and then Kari said, “I went a little more recently, but I’m at a 6, too. Trying to catch up.” “Nice!” Amanda said, nodding and smiling at both Ashley and Kari. “Kelly?” “I’m taking tonight off.” “Well, I’m at maybe a 4, if anyone wants to know,” Amanda said. “Sophie…?” But the shy girl just shook her head. In fact, she had yet to say anything at all. “For the record that was a head-shake,” Amanda said. “Yes, I heard,” Bella said. “As for me, if we’re doing this… I haven’t used a toilet since I woke up.” Ashley grinned, but there was a fierce look in her eye. “Someday, Bella!” “But not today,” Bella said—and there was a bit of smugness in her voice. “What level?” “Oh, I’d say… 7? 8? If I had to put a number on it. Certainly no problem at the moment. I won’t be trying for an all-night hold, however.” “How about you, Zephyr?” Kelly asked. “Just jump right on in. Do you need to pee?” “Um…” “Don’t be shy, now,” Kelly said. “You know that’s what we’re all about.” “Let the girl ease into it if she wants,” Amanda said, gently swatting Kelly’s arm. “Um… yeah. I do. Kinda.” “Well, if you want to try a hold your first night here, we’d all be delighted,” Amanda said, “but if you’d rather just watch, that’s okay too. Nobody’s going to rush you into anything.” “Thanks…” “Just FYI, Kari and I are having a contest,” Ashley said. “Uh—you mean—a holding contest?” “Yeah!” Ashley said. “First one to pee takes the L. You wanna join in?” “Ashley, that’s a yellow light for me,” Kari said. “Oh shit, sorry. What’s up?” “I’d rather I got to know Zephyr a little bit more first,” Kari said. “That’s fair!” Ashley said, and turned back to Zephyr. “Sorry. Not tonight. But soon—I’ll take you on! See what the new girl’s got, huh?” “Um… sure.” And then, because Ashley was making lots of those twinges happen, she added: “I’d like that.” “It’s a deal,” Ashley said. “But before any of that,” Kelly said, “let’s finish making dinner, huh?” Zephyr, a little relieved, hurried to help—and with extra hands, the meal was soon ready. They ate around the table, which was just big enough for all seven of them: three to a side and Kelly at the head. Zephyr couldn’t keep her eyes off of Ashley, who was definitely showing some signs of needing to pee. She was probably the most visibly desperate of the whole group, squirming in her seat a lot. But Kari wasn’t that far behind. Amanda had seated herself next to Zephyr to make the new girl welcome, made a few gestures of needing to go, herself—but mostly she was making eye contact with Ashley and Kari, and when those two girls gave her the thumbs-up, she smiled warmly and made encouraging expressions: silent You go, girl! or Hold on, you got this! And to Bella, who was seated on Amanda’s other side, Amanda asked just once, “Need any help?” To which Bella serenely replied, “No, thank you.” Meanwhile Amanda and Kelly were keeping the conversation going nicely, drawing Zephyr in routinely. Kelly had a wicked sense of humor, and Zephyr couldn’t help but laughing. Neither, apparently, could Ashley, who finally cried out, “Oh shit, Kelly, don’t make me laugh any more! It’s not fair!” “Now, now, I’m making Kari laugh too.” “She doesn’t laugh as hard as I do!” “And my money’s still on you, Ash. So maybe I’m just trying to make it interesting, huh?” “Ooooooh, I’ll show you…” “Yes, that’s what I want you to do,” Kelly said. “I’ve gotta help with cleanup, too!” “That’s one of the rules here,” Kelly said. “If you didn’t cook, you help clean up.” “I didn’t help a lot,” Zephyr said. “Should I help clean?” “No, no. You certainly did help,” Kelly said. “But if you’re feeling particularly chivalrous, you could take over scrubbing the pans. I don’t think Ashley or Bella particularly want to be dealing with running water right now.” “I generally do the drying, anyway,” Bella said. “Much easier for me.” After dinner, Sophie vanished into the Bunkroom, having said very little all night (but having grinned at all of Kelly’s wit). Ashley and Amanda helped load the diswasher, moving a little gingerly. Zephyr did scrub one of the pans (Amanda did the other) and Bella, who moved with some confidence into the kitchen without her cane, did indeed do the drying. Then the blind blonde said, “Well, ladies, I’m pretty tired. I think I will go up.” “Need any help?” Amanda asked again. “No, I don’t think so.” “How full?” Ashley asked. “Oh, certainly an 8 by now. And with what I just drank it will be a 9 before bed.” Ashley shook her head. “I don’t know how you do it…” “How do you get to Carnegie Hall’s bathroom?” Ashley laughed. “Can I hug you?” “Of course,” Bella said. And as Ashley did so—her head coming up just to Bella’s chin—Bella said, “Zephyr, it’s always a good idea to ask me about hugs and so on. I generally say yes—almost always, for the sisters. But not by surprise.” “Got it,” Zeph said. Bella bent slightly and kissed Ashley’s head. “Good night and good luck, darling,” she told the shorter girl. Ashley squeezed a little tighter—she seemed to be relishing Bella’s boobs—and then let go at last. She had to cross her legs as she did. Amanda got a hug from Bella, too, and then the blind girl walked fearlessly and unerringly toward the stairs and up them. “She’s really—” Zephyr began. But Kelly waved her silent. “Good ears,” she whispered, when Bella had gone all the way up. “And she’s really gonna hold it until she goes to bed?” “Usually does!” Kari and Ashley were now sitting at opposite ends of the couch, very deliberately looking at their phones and not each other. Both were showing considerable signs of restlessness. Kelly watched them with naked interest, but made no move to join them. Instead she stood talking to Zephyr for a bit. “So,” she said. “You saw the Code, but let me explain a little bit more.” “Yes please.” “The stoplight system is pretty simple. Red Light means you stop playing. No matter what. No matter how close you are to what you want, you stop, no questions asked.” “So if something bad happens…?” “Yes. If someone crosses a line, maybe, or does something that really wasn’t discussed, or does something unsafe or painful. Or even just for practice.” “Practice?” “You bet. People get afraid to call a Red Light. So every now and then, we just do one for practice, so we all get used to doing it. You should call a Red Light soon. Not in your very first playing, I think—but soon. And we can call them on the people playing even if we’re not playing ourselves, by the way. “Yellow Light means you’re not comfortable with something. Whoever you’re playing with, they should stop what they just did, or back off. But if you call a Yellow, you really need to explain what went wrong. “Green Light, of course, means ‘keep going,’ or ‘more, please.’ Brown Light: gotta stop because I gotta poop. We don’t like that too much. If you can, take care of all that before playing. But it happens sometimes. And then Night Light is just ‘I’m too tired to play, or to keep playing.’” “Got it.” “Generally speaking, don’t go through a closed door. And if there’s a hair tie on the doorknob, it means don’t even knock, we’re playing. But a hair tie on a door that’s not closed means ‘Come on in and join.’” “Okay.” “That’s most of it! Oh—Rule 7. So everyone’s agreed to give you a try. But you’re still on probation for now.” “What do I need to do?” “You just need a Green Light from everyone. One Red Light and you’re out, no questions asked. Any Yellows and you’ll need to improve at something to get the Green.” “What am I getting judged on?” “Oh, it’s a little different for each of us. But I’ll tell you this much: odds are pretty good it’s gonna involve pee.” “You mean, like…?” Zephyr nodded toward Ashley and Kari. Since her own bladder was now quite full, it was rather on her mind. “Holding it? Oh yes. For Ashley, for Sophie, and for me.” “I have a few other things I look for,” Amanda said. “But you’ll be holding while I check ‘em out.” “What about Kari? And Bella?” “You’ll find we all like somewhat different things. Kari and Bella will tell you what they’re looking for when they’re ready. But in general—don’t be an asshole, be a good sport, be willing to try things but also set your red lines… and of course clean up your mess.” “My pee?” “Any mess. Don’t care if it’s dirty clothes or dirty dishes.” “Okay.” Kelly patted her shoulder. “You’ll probably be just fine, Zeph. But for now, I’m going upstairs.” “How about you?” Amanda asked Zephyr. “Turning in soon?” “Uh—I’m not really sleepy…” Her eyes wandered over to Ashley. Amanda chuckled. “It’s getting exciting over there, isn’t it?” she said. “But Kari wanted to get to know you a bit more first.” “Oh. Right.” “Kari, Ash—would you like to take this up to my room?” Amanda called. “I’m okay anywhere,” Ashley said, and looked to Kari. “Yeah, let’s go up,” Kari said. “No offense, Zephyr, but this is about to get a little hotter and heavier and, well…” “It’s okay,” Zephyr said. “I understand.” But she followed Ashley with her eyes as the two girls went upstairs. Ashley was, after all, clutching her crotch. And she had the cutest butt… Amanda flipped deadbolts on the outside doors and turned to Zephyr. “I’m gonna go lend those two a hand,” she said. “I like helping everybody out. But whenever you want to come up to my room for a little play, you’ll be welcome.” “Thanks,” Zephyr said, a little uncertainly. “Sleep well, now. Oh, and if you pee before bed tonight, remember the door rules apply to the bathroom, too.” If? Left alone, Zephyr sat on the couch for a bit. Anxiety and arousal chased each other through her body. This was either gonna be the hottest thing ever or the weirdest thing ever. After all, it sounded like they were expecting her to hold her pee with each other member of Pi Sigma Sigma, in turn. That was something she’d always done exclusively in private. Especially the getting-herself-off part that so often followed right after. Although she’d always found it intensely sexy when other girls around her had needed to pee… and it looked like there would be plenty of that… Including right now. Upstairs, there were at least two girls holding their pee as long as they could. Maybe three, if Bella hadn’t gone yet. And down here, there was another. She really needed to go by now. She headed for the stairs—and stopped. She could wait a little longer. After all, that’s what Pi Sigma Sigma was all about, right? She squeezed her pee back, with a visible effort: crossed legs and a bit of a grimace. There was a small sound, like someone taking a sharp breath. She looked over at the door of the Bunkroom. Sophie was there, in a nightgown that somehow set off her breasts to excellent advantage, and hung short of her knees. Her hair was down, a tad rumpled. She was gripping either side of the doorframe with her hands. Her legs were crossed, and there was a look in her eye. It was a look Zephyr had often seen aimed at her, but never from someone who seemed so shy. It was a look of pure lust. Sophie realized she’d been caught looking, and blushed beet red. But she didn’t move. She kept her hands and legs where they were, silently sending out an I’m bursting message. Then the small quiet girl said, in a voice barely above a whisper, “I’m really glad you’re here.” ---------------------------------------------------------- All right, folks. We're just getting warmed up here. As you might guess from the story, there are going to be six more stories of holding it, holding contests, desperation, peeing, and yes, sex. And that's just to get Zephyr off of probation. After that there are so many more possibilities... so many more... Too many, in fact, for one man to write (even someone who can write as fast as me). To really do this saga justice before the end of the world, I'm going to need a little help. I'd love to collaborate on these stories with anyone who would like to. PM me if you're interested! A few clarifications: this is straight-up fantasy. If you liked Meagan & Parker (my last series) because of the careful plotting and character development, I hate to disappoint. If you liked M&P because of the grounded realism, this ain't the tale for you. If you liked it because of all the bursting bladders and squirmy situations—if you were wishing that Meagan and Dacy and Zephyr all had a holding contest,lost all control, and then fucked each other—then this series is absolutely for you. Yes, this is Zephyr from Meagan & Parker. But it's a "fictionalized" Zephyr. Pi Sigma Sigma doesn't exist in the world of Meagan and Parker. Zephyr has also moved from bi-curious to outright-bi-if-not-veering-into-gay. She's still pee-shy, though. And yes, we will see all the characters we met here desperate to pee at some point. Let's have some fun!
  7. UnDefined_404

    Running through the dungeon

    So, um, this is my first time writing an interactive, hopefully this can get off the ground. This was inspired by The Desperate Dungeon by Bees, and Make em pee by ShadowPhantom. So, what this would be about is a girl who goes into a dungeon, and you must collect items to get stronger, but at the beginning, getting killed is very easy, but when you die, you keep some of the items you’ve collected, making you stronger for your next run. So lets start! Some info: Collectibles: There are 3 forms of currency, VG (Virtual gold), Orbs, and Exp chips. VG can be spent at shops to buy items, but you lose them upon death. Orbs are saved after death, and are used to buy power ups and modifiers for your next run after you die. XP chips automatically make you level up when you get enough, letting you add to your stats. You keep your levels after death, but not your leftover XP chips. There is also Ethereal XP, which you keep after death. Achievements: Getting these give you either Ethereal XP or Orbs. Unlocking achievements unlocks others, in a tree sort of way Leveling up: Leveling up lets you either upgrade 2 skills of choice, or 3 random skills. Every 5 levels, you get a bonus ability pertaining to a skill For character creation now: Name: Pretty self explanatory , choose a name Height: How tall you are Breast size: ...chose a size Hair length/color: Chose either brown (Bonus HP), black (Bonus bladder), Blonde (Bonus storage), Blue (Bonus magic), Red (Bonus strength), and green (Bonus stamina) Stats: All stays start at level 1, but you can choose 5 to upgrade automatically. You can upgrade the same one multiple times: HP: The amount of damage you can take before death (10 hp per level) Stamina: Doing actions uses this. If you run out, you go back to the beginning of the dungeon with half of max stamina and lose half of max hp, but keep your VG, XP chips, and items (10 per level) Strength: The amount of damage you can deal. Also depends on your weapon Storage: The amount of items you can hold. (2 per level) Magic: The amount of spells you can use per run. Buy spells with Orbs Bladder: The amount of pee you can hold. (100 ml per level) So, lets go! Current Achievements: Wetting: 1: First Hold - Reach 100 ml) [10 Ethereal XP] Combat: 1: First Fight - Kill a monster [10 Ethereal XP] Progress: 1A: First upgrade - Die with at least 1 orb and buy a orb upgrade [3 orbs] 1B: Getting somewhere - Clear 3 rooms in a single run [10 Ethereal XP] Collectibles: 1: Forager - Pick up 3 items or 10 orbs in a single run [5 orbs] Other: 1: 1st reply - Get 1 reply [None]
  8. I recently got a drawing tablet and i've been having a lot of fun making art and experimenting with it. Here is a wetting drawing i made with my tablet. I intend on making more art and sharing it here. Story: Nineteen year old Alexis Bailey is the star athlete of her university. She excels at many sports. Today she's competing in a citywide championship 10 mile race. At the start of race day Alexis over sleeps and has to skip her morning pee as she rushes to catch the bus to take her to the race. As she arrives at the start line she feels a strong urge to pee. Alexis ignores her ever worsening need to pee as she outruns everyone else. As Alexis approaches the finish line she starts to leak uncontrollably. She continues peeing as she sprints towards the finish line, coming in first, and a little wet.
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    I'm still learning. I've been really suggesting on a few images (Mostly on the only desperation comic about Kitty Katswell) to improve my drawning skills. I might create part 4.
  15. A follow on from my original series of 12 months of desperate workers. January: the gym owner Thomas was living his dream. Having been in the army for a number of years he knew and understood the importance of looking after your body and keeping fit. So it seemed perfect for him to be running his own gym. Business was doing good, party because he had been very business aware and made some great deals with local businesses that meant their employees could access the gym at a reduced cost with the employers paying the rest. For Thomas this meant he had a guaranteed monthly income regardless of how many clients came and he had just signed another deal with the NHS locally meaning he could take referrals from GP’s and pharmacists with the NHS paying a chunk of the fees. Of course Thomas knew this might change his overall client base substantially but it also generated a wider business and he needed that to survive. Thomas was thankful for loyal and well trained staff. The gym had been open three years now and thankfully he had managed to retain most of the original group of employees he had trained. Staffing was by far his biggest outlay so to help that expense Thomas worked long hours himself. January was always his busiest ever month. He was one of the few people thankful for the ‘new year, new start’ mantra and the proliferation of New Years resolutions. Thomas planned on doing al he could to break the trend of people attending the gym one month but never again. He put his life and soul into making working out as much of a passion for others as it was for him. Thomas had every part of his body honed and under his control. He ran his business like a machine and expected nothing but the best from everyone, including himself. So it came as quite a disappointment to him when Robin called in sick right in the first week of January! Thomas was fuming and found himself having to reschedule things to be able to do gym introductions to all the new clients Robin should have been training. Despite being stressed Thomas refused to let his frustrations affect his business so after his early morning workout he had a quick bottle of water in his office and a banana before seeing the first new client at 8am. Th first client signed up and paid their first month in advance and Thomas hoped he had done enough to convince them that the gym was a place for life not just for new year. Before he had even said goodbye he had to do another hours introduction to yet another new client, this time a middle aged woman who clearly hadn’t been in a gym in her life before. Thomas wasn’t even half way through the introduction when he felt his bladder sending him a signal that he should pop to the bathroom soon. He wasn’t going to walk out of an introduction though so he carried on showing the customer around and demonstrating some of the more basic equipment like the bikes and treadmill. He set a bike to its easiest setting and encouraged the client to try. She struggled and after just a few minutes Thomas helped her off. Worried he had put her off he veered her towards a side area with chairs and a computer and he switched on the computer to show some graphs and visuals of how regular exercise makes a huge difference. Thomas crossed his legs and bounced his knee a little as his need to pee increased quicker than he was comfortable with. He decided as soon as this client left he would make his way quickly to the toilet. He could see that the customer wasn’t likely to come often though she really would benefit from doing so. It wasn’t his place to judge though but he sighed inwardly when she leaned into her handbag and pulled out a can of cola. ‘Sorry, you can’t drink that in here. It’s our policy not to allow food and drink in the gym.’ ‘But they’ve all got bottles beside them?’ ‘Yes madam, water is actively encouraged and in fact everyone should be drinking around 2 litres of water daily and more if you exercise regularly. I’m afraid carbonated drinks do not count mam and we have a blanket policy if not allowing them here at all.’ ‘Mmm. Alright, can I have some water please?’ Reluctantly Thomas headed over to the water fountain and used a plastic cup to get the client some water, the gurgling water canister, the running tap and the filling cup all making his need to pee much greater. He carried the cup the few steps to the client and sat behind the computer as she casually put the cup to her lips and drank it all. ‘Thanks. How come you are not drinking since you think it’s so important then? I mean shouldn’t you be setting me an example since you seem to know everything that’s right for us?’ Thomas was annoyed. This woman had attitude and he just wanted her away so he could use the toilet and get on with his day. He had way better things to do with his morning and this was why he employed staff for tricky customers like this. Still she only had 15 minutes allocated time left in her introduction so Thomas took a deep breathe and answered as politely as he could. ‘Actually mam I have already had a quarter of my daily intake of water and will absolutely reach my two litre target and more by the end of the day. But just to show you how important it is I will have some now with you. Actually at your next introduction, should you wish to come back, my staff would be carrying out a full health check with one of those being a check to see how hydrated you actually are.’ Thomas couldn’t help but think his own measurements would be very high right now with such a full bladder but he kept quiet as he reluctantly once again walked over to the water container and filled another small cup of water and drank it all. It was cold, refreshing and lovely but Thomas knew it would just add to his already full bladder. He returned to his chair and crossed his legs while he tried to convince the customer to sign up. She left undecided and on her way out the door pulled the ring-pull to open her can of coke as if by some form of protest. Thomas sighed and shook his head before turning right around and heading for the bathroom. Except the receptionist stopped him before he got there. ‘Mr Rainman, sorry, it’s Simone from Waters Biscuits wanting to talk to you.’ Thomas turned, his bladder pushing strongly and his penis longing for release. ‘Can you ask if I can call her back please? Even in five minutes?’ ‘Unfortunately she’s about to leave the office and wanted to talk to you now before she goes. I told her you had just come to reception and were available. Sorry.’ Thomas wanted to scream. Can a man not get to have a piss around here? For goodness sake! But instead he said he would take the call in his office and went there right away. After all Waters Biscuits were one of the biggest local businesses as had a workforce of over 120 people. He could really make money if he could do a deal with them. He’d been trying to talk to them for months! He headed to his office and took the call. It lasted much longer than he wanted. For the first ten minutes he sat on his seat fidgeting and crossing his legs. He’d been so close to a bathroom, so tantalisingly close to peeing in a urinal and the thought made him so uncomfortable and increased his need exponentially. He was bursting now! He scissored his legs, bounced a little and moved his legs around. Still the call continued. He tried pacing the room. He tried standing against the wall. He even tried sitting on his table. Nothing seemed to take away from his ever filling and heavy bladder and his desperate need to piss. Still the call continued. Thomas sat back on his chair bouncing like a school boy and pinching himself closed. In his office his own water fountain gurgled, his large window overlooked the huge swimming pool and outside he could hear rain pouring down on the roof. The whole world was conspiring to make his need so urgent he felt if h e didn’t end the call soon he would regret it. He tried to close off. Simone kept talking. Thomas kept squeezing, pinching and rubbing. Simone wanted a date to meet to discuss things in more detail. Thomas wanted to piss like he had never wanted to piss in his life. He didn’t care when they met. He didn’t care how many people worked for them or how many he could sign up for his gym. He just wanted to relax and piss an ocean and NOW. Breathing heavily, sweating profusely and unable to sit or stand still Thomas suggested he pass the call back to his receptionist who could arrange a date. Things were so urgent Thomas has slipped a hand inside his gym trousers and he held his anatomy for dear life. Every second was dragging in. He was going to piss wether he was in a toilet or not. He had held as long as he could. Simone finally agreed to be passed back through and Thomas hung the cordless phone on its charger as he walked briskly to the door, one hand still down his trousers. He couldn’t leave his office in this state but if he let go he knew without a doubt he would shoot pee everywhere. He held himself tightly and headed over to the water fountain where he grabbed a small plastic cup and using his spare hand he placed the cup down his trousers and boxers and allowed a small amount of piss to escape. He had to concentrate so hard not to let much out but it was harder than he expected as his sphincter struggled to close the flow. Thomas placed the cup on his office table terrified still of letting go of his tightly pinched penis. Now free from the phone he muttered to himself. ‘Oh my God. I have to fucking piss so bad.’ He hobbled to the door still holding himself. ‘On the count of three Thomas just let go and run. You can do this.’ He told himself. So with his spare hand he opened the office door quickly pulling the other hand away from his underwear and waistband as he sprinted to the gents with urine dripping from his member. As he pushed the door open he made a beeline for the urinals pulling his elasticated joggers and boxers down as his penis strung up half erect from all his touching and urine filling it and piss cascaded out of it fast and loudly. With one hand Thomas guided his aim and with the other he leaned onto the wall, his body needing support with the effort and speed at which pee was rushing out of him. It was only 11:30am and he wasn’t due to finish work until 8pm. With all of Robin’s clients to see too he could only hope he wouldn’t need to hold again this badly before the end of the day. After all he still had one and a half litres of water still to consume and he did promise the middle age cola drinker he always drank enough. This could be a repeated problem if he didn’t watch out,
  16. Wombat48

    Very desperate after long hold

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  17. I was once on a train that had no toilets. The seats were in a group of six, with three facing another three, and opposite me there was a gent, maybe in his med to late twenties who was sat on the end seat and looking around. He had his legs crossed and was bouncing his knee and I was so so wanting to comment and ask if he needed the toilet. He definitely appeared to be. Conversely I once found myself in a lecture theatre with hundreds of other students in an afternoon lecture and I hadn’t managed to get to the toilets since I had got up first thing that morning. As the lecture droned on and on I was getting more restless and fidgety and moving around. As time went on I leaned forward and tensed up as I was so bursting and trying anxiously to wait. I remember the person next to me leaning in and whispering ‘it shouldn’t be too much longer. Do you think you can wait?’ I found the fact that someone had actually mentioned my desperation so incredible that it really turned me on which helped me hold on. However I never had the courage to turn and see who it was as I was so embarrassed. Have you ever commented on a strangers or friends desperation before they admitted they had to go? Or has someone commented on yours without you saying you had to go? How did you feel about it?
  18. 'You've heard the stories, right?' 'Hm? No, which ones?' I ask with a mouthful of food 'Vampires! On the streets! S-stalking young girls at night and sucking out their blood! L-like the old stories!' 'Gwen, you're mad if you believe that nonsense' I say, taking another bite out of toast. 'Just rumours and nonsense' Gwen sighs and rests one hand on her hip. 'Alicia' she says. 'I don't really think it's vampires, but they're finding dead bodies in the street, dehydrated and wth two holes in their necks' 'Doesn't mean it's vampires' I mumble, spitting crumbs in her direction 'It means they're dead!' She shouts. 'Someone is killing people!' 'Gwen' I say, swallowing. 'You're going to be fine. You're going out in broad daylight. You don't need me to come with you to a job interview!' Gwen slumps back down in her chair. 'Hmph. Well, when you turn up at my house tonight and I'm not there, don't be surprised when it turns out I'm- 'Gwen' 'what?' 'I'll go with you' She smiles her thanks at me, and I cast a grin at her. I've known Gwen for a good while now - and we're close friends. We met four years ago walking our dogs, started talking and what have you, and started walking our dogs at the same time. Then her dog died and we walked mine. Then my brother took his dog with him to uni so we just started hanging out. She's about the same age as me, but she's a little shorter than I am. Oh, and she's an albino. You know, pale white skin, white hair, red eyes. Her hair is cut short, into a bob, and she lets it hang over one eye. She wears a lot of black and grey, as if to draw contrast. Today it's dark grey jeans, a white tee shirt and a black hoodie. We aren't leaving too soon, so she's not got her shoes on yet, but I know she'll be wearing her black converse shoes, as usual. For now she's sitting barefoot and wishing she'd bought a second pair of socks. She hadn't planned on staying the night, but time flies when you're with friends, and plans to leave at six quickly turn into 'oh I'll just sleep on the couch'. I'm a bit less albino and a little more ginger. Irish dad, Scottish mum, I never had a choice. I'm quite freckley too, meaning I didn't do well on school playgrounds for a long while. I'm just thankful I didn't need glasses too. I'm told I've grown into it quite well now though - especially now mum doesn't make me wear it in pig tails so I have two ginger balls dangling off my head! No, now I wear it loose, and my hair seems to have thanked me for it by not being so much curly as wavy now. I let it flow down to my shoulders, and in return it doesn't curl up and humiliate me. Leading away from my hair, I've got mossy green eyes, a slim-ish build, and a slightly turned up nose that I'm very proud of. Gwen by comparison has quite a small frame, and a smile that could melt hearts. You know the type, tiny smile, lips closed and a look that seems shy. Probably because she is quite shy. 'So what's the job you're going for?' I ask her. I know what it is, but I also know she looks quite scared about that whole vampire thing. She's staring at the floor and wriggling her toes - I've known her long enough to know that means she's more than a little nervous 'o-oh, the one at that little coffee place down main road' she says, looking up. 'We've been there a few times' 'oh yeah - I know the one. They have that lovely vanilla coffee, don't they?' 'That's the one!' She says with a smile. The vanilla one is her favourite, too. We've spent a decent amount of time there together - it's a nice little family run place, facing the pond in the little woods, almost exactly half way between my flat and her house - we met just outside, our dogs decided to get to know each other, so we decided to do the same. Then we got to know the coffee shop quite well. So after four years loyal service, when the owner needed new staff he asked both of us if we were interested in work. He told us he'd hire one of us, and now the interview is more of a formality than anything else. 'It'll be nice working there' I say to her. Gwen nods. 'It's nice and quiet, it's got lovely atmosphere, and the regulars are nice' 'Yeah' she says with a smile. 'We are' I giggle and finish of my toast, wiping the crumbs off my hands and onto my plate. I offer to take her plate in (she finished a while ago) but she refuses and takes it herself. We head to the kitchen, put our plates on the side, and I take a carton of orange juice out the fridge. 'Want one?' She nods. I pull a couple glasses out the cupboard and fill them. Then we both head to the front room and slump down on the sofa, careful not to spill them. 'So' I say, looking over. 'We've got a couple hours until your interview' I remind her. 'How could we pass the time?' She smirks and kicks her feet up onto the sofa, resting them on my thigh 'You stop that!' She smirks at me. She glances over to my games rack. 'Smash brothers?' 'Sure!' I hop off the couch and grab the game. I switch on the console, slide in the disc, chuck Gwen a controller, throw myself back down, and that's us sorted for a few hours. 'I totally should have won that!' I protest, slamming back into the sofa. 'I was pressing A!' 'Didn't press it enough' Gwen laughs, casting me a smug grin. 'Maybe if Yoshi wasn't trash' I grumble, making excuses 'A bad workman blames his tools' Gwen smugs at me. 'Yeah well I blame Yoshi for being a bad workman' I grin at her. She's going into over smug, I better stop her. 'Rematch? No random choice this time' 'Sure!' She says, sitting up. 'Hey, what time is it really quickly?' I glance around for a clock. I can't find one so I press the first button I can reach on my phone. 'It's like five, what time is the interview' She gulps. 'F-five' I can't hold back a sympathetic laugh. 'You've got ten minutes' I tell her. 'We better get going' She jumps off the sofa and scrambles to get her shoes, and I get mine. She picks up her bag when she's done, gives her hair a quick brush in the mirror, and stands ready at the door. Meanwhile I can't find my other shoe. 'Alice! Hurry!' 'You go on ahead' I tell her - 'I need to get dressed' 'What!?' 'Dude, I'm in my comfy pants and I'm totally commando right now!' She stands at the door whining. 'You'll be fine, they're just sweat pants!' I look down at them and pull the waistband. Still commando, but they're fairly thick grey sweatpants. Not the ones that hug on your ankles either, these are the comfy ones that hang loose. I slap the waistband back in place and look at my top. Plain white tee. I could not look any lazier without being asleep. I look at Gwen who's swaying side to side and holding onto her bag with an urgent look in her eyes. I sigh and smile at her. 'Alright then, but you owe me a coffee' She smiles and nods as I slide my feet into my trainers - comfy white ones I'd bought with the best of intentions to go running daily. So far I'm managing a weekly run to buy nachos and dips before movie nights. I sling on my red hoodie and pick the key up off the dresser. We head out the hallway and into the street. Gwen waits by the gate as I lock the door. 'Let's go' I say with a grin, and we head down the path. It takes about ten minutes just to reach the dirt path into the woods, at which point Gwen knows she's late. We're walking quite quickly, not quite running but fast enough that I'm a little out of breath. The sweat pants almost make sense. 'Time, Alice?' I pull out my phone and check the screen. 'Exactly five' I tell her, looking up. She recoils as if she's been hit by the words. 'Ah geez! Not a good start!' 'Not the best' I chuckle. 'Still, not too long now!' She nods and we carry on. 'I really should have gone before we left' 'Don't worry about it Gwen' I say to her. 'Geoff's a nice guy, he won't mind if you're a little late' 'No!' she says. 'I mean to the toilet! I gotta go real bad!' 'Why didn't you go?' I ask 'I'm already late! I didn't have time!' 'Go when we get to the shop' I suggest. She nods. 'After the interview, of course....There, I can see the place now, we'll reach it in five minutes!' We reach the shop, and Geoff's waiting for us inside - he even has two coffee's ready! 'So sorry I'm late!' Gwen says, stepping inside and taking her bag off her shoulder and looking quite flustered. 'I can not hire late staff' Geoff says, glaring at Gwen. I'm certain I hear her whimper. A cold silence hangs in the air while Geoff stares at Gwen, who's running circles on the floor with her shoes. Geoff is a quite a tall, bald man with a face like steel and a thick East European accent. He looks like he could eat concrete, but he's a really nice guy. He makes the best coffee, and he personally arranges the flowers on every table. Gwen looks at Geoff for a moment. He looks at her. A wide grin takes over his face 'Of course, I'm joking!' He laughs, grabbing Gwen by the shoulder and laughing. Gwen doesn't find it quite so funny at first, but she can't stop a little chuckle. 'Is not a problem!' He shouts, grinning. 'We are all late sometimes, yes? And you come here so much, of course I can forgive this!' 'Geoff!' Gwen laughs. 'Don't scare me like that! I almost thought you meant it!' He pushes two coffees toward her and grins. 'I'll be over in a second' he smiles. 'These are on the house' 'Thanks!' Gwen smiles back, and we head to our usual table - the one with the view of the pond. We sit down and take a sip. Vanilla - Geoff knows us too well. 'He had me for a minute there!' Gwen laughs. 'Should of known though, he'd never do that! Oh, I love Geoff!' 'Right? He had me going for a moment there too!' We laugh and drink our coffees, enjoying the view. The autumn evening sun isn't quite setting yet, but it's starting to cast long shadows and it'll look beautiful soon. While we're looking out the window Geoff makes his way over and pulls up a chair. I smile and nod my hello, and he returns it 'So! He begins. 'My wife insists I have interviews for all the applicants here, but of course I know you so well now is kind of not necessary. But you know how my wife is!' He says, grinning. 'A few questions then - do you speak English?' Gwen casts him an exaggerated confused look. 'What...is...Inglis?' 'I'l put yes' Geoff says, laughing. 'Your name?' 'Her royal highness and empress of India, Gwen' 'I'll just out Gwen to save space' he says. 'What makes you want to work here?' 'I just really like being able to afford food' she says. Geoff laughs again 'You come here often enough that I know you must like it here, so one last question - what are your full bank details and PIN?' Gwen laughs, Geoff smiles. 'Interview's done' he says. 'I'll try to make sure you are the one we hire'. He smiles again and stands up 'Oh, Geoff?' Gwen says before he can leave. Could I use the toilet real quick?' 'So sorry' he says. 'Toilet is completely blocked, I need to figure out why, and I might need to call someone over' 'Please?' Gwen pleads. 'It's really bad!' Geoff sighs a friendly sign. 'Sorry Gwen, but the toilet is not working for any of us, and I don't want to make the mess worse' 'T-that's alright! I'm sure I'll manage' Gwen says. Geoff nods and disappears behind the counter 'short interview' I say, sipping at my coffee. 'Yeah' Gwen agrees. 'Figured it would be longer' 'I'm certain he knows you pretty well by now, we come here basically daily' 'Have you heard the stories about vampires?' A third voice startles us - one of Geoff's daughters has come down and is at the counter. It's Victoria, the eldest. She's quite tall, pale skinned, and has straight black hair. 'hm?' Asks Gwen 'Vampires!' Repeats Victoria. 'Yeah!' Gwen says. 'I heard about that - See Alice, I told you!' 'That doesn't mean anything!' I sigh back at her. 'Probably just some murderer' 'Like that's any better' says Gwen 'I hear they are stalking after young women at night, I'm afraid to leave sometimes' Viktoria adds. 'Especially around here at this time of night...' 'Oh man, I know!' Gwen says, brushing her white hair to one side with her hand, the other hand between her legs. 'It's really kinda scary!' Viktoria nods and I look to Gwen 'You don't think...' I say to Gwen, quietly 'what?' I look over at Victoria. 'Pale skin, dark hair, red lips...' 'You mean Viktoria?' I nod. 'Have you ever seen her in the day?' 'She works evening shifts' Gwen says. 'I've never seen her with Batman either, doesn't mean she's batman!' 'Gwen! She fits all the stereotypes! East European, tall, pretty' 'she is very pretty' Gwen confirms 'Come on! It's her! She's the vampire!' 'I thought you didn't believe in vampires' 'I don't...but if they are real, it's her!' Gwen laughs at me. 'Come on, drink your coffee, I really need to...you know, go' 'Yeah, yeah' I smirk, taking a drink from my cup and putting it down empty. We pick up our cups and head to the counter. No-one's there yet, but we still shout 'goodbye' roughly in the direction of where we think they are. We head out the shop and make our way to Gwen's house. The way to Gwen's is quite scenic. The pond reflects the evening sunlight nicely, the red and yellow leaves on the trees make for a beautiful backdrop, and you almost can't hear the road on the far side. The wind rustles the leaves gently, making a nice accompaniment to the gentle lapping of the water against the bank. Usually it doesn't have the soft moans of Gwen though, because usually she isn't desperate for the toilet when we go through here. 'You could stop and go behind a bush or something' I say to her. 'There's no-one here' 'you're here!' She says, leaning to one side and holding herself. 'A-and what about the vampire!' 'I'm the vampire and I don't care, go pee behind that tree stump!' 'Alice!' 'what?' I laugh. She doesn't answer. We keep walking through the path It takes a short while to reach Gwen's house. It's the first house as you come out the woods. It used to belong to Gwen's parents, but then they passed it on to her and moved up north. They still help with the costs when she needs them too, but it's mostly her responsibility. She manages it pretty well 'Alice?' 'Y-you don't have my key do you?' 'You're kidding right?' She laughs and looks down, her white hair covering her face again. 'N-no! It's still at yours, isn't it?' I laugh. 'lets head back then!' She whimpers and looks at the house. 'But I gotta pee!' 'The more we wait the worse it'll get' 'true...aww, it's getting dark....' 'Gwen, don't worry about it, there's not going to be any vampires on the way home!' 'You said it yourself Alice! About Viktoria!' 'Gwen, I was playing with you!' I remind her, but now that I think about it...no, it's nonsense. Viktoria's not a vampire, she's a part time waitress and barista. But now I can't get the idea out of my head... 'Alice?' 'Hm?' 'Lets go!' We make our way down to my place again. The setting sun makes the sky a lovely shade of red to match the leaves around us. I might appreciate it more if Gwen wasn't moaning and wincing with each step. We pass the coffee shop, casting a wave at Geoff, who waves back from inside. By the time we reach my flat Gwen is hopping from foot to foot when ever we're stood still 'Sure you don't want to stay another night?' Gwen tenses up and moans. She stands still, shudders, then looks back at me 'Y-yeah....I was about to say yes, but then.....' She takes her hands away and reveals a small wet streak between her legs 'You didnt?' I say, stunned. She nods. 'I'll get a move on!' I dash inside and look for the keys. They're sat on the table where we'd been eating earlier. I drop them into my pocket and rush back outside. Gwen's stood at the gate, swivelling side to side. 'Got them?' She asks - I nod. 'L-lets go then!' We hurry back to the woods, rushing from my place the second time that day. Gwen moans with almost every step. I still can't believed she wet herself outside my place - she's not soaked or anything, but at her age she should be dry! As we walk into earshot of the pond she stops again, hands both pressed between her thighs 'A-Alicia?' 'What's up? Why did you stop?' 'I c-cant hold it!' 'What?' 'I-I think I'm gonna wet myself...' 'Hold on there, Gwen!' I say to her. 'No giving up yet!' She nods back and looks at me, trying to push a smile. 'Y-yeah! I-I can make it!' She steps forward a few more times and stops again 'I can't make it' she groans, bending over 'Pee just a little bit, then you can make it home' I suggest. 'No! That'd defeat the whole p-purpose!' 'Well stop and go behind a bush - there's one there' She shudders again and I hear a gentle splatter behind her, the sound of water on dry leaves. She winces and looks at me with one eye. 'I pee'd!' 'See? Wasn't so bad?' 'It wasn't on purpose! L-lets just keep going...' I smirk and we keep going, with a new fresh streak going down Gwen's right leg We pass the coffee shop again, though this time the lights are off. It's only around seven, they wouldn't be in bed...in the autumn sun it's quite dark now though. The red sky is turning a darker purple as the sun begins to disappear. 'N-no lights...' Gwen says, nodding her head at the shop. 'You don't think they really are vampires? D-do you?' 'N-no!' I respond, but I think the stutter gave me away. 'M-maybe...' Gwen smirks at me. 'Oh god I have to go sooo bad!' 'Hold it Gwen' 'Alicia?' 'Keep holding it' 'Alice...' 'Yeah?' 'I can't hold it!' Our slow walk has ground to a slow shuffle, and with that last statement, a standstill. Gwen freezes on the spot again. The wind is still, the only sound is the gentle lapping of the pond....and now a trickle of water on dry leaves.... Gwen whimpers and I watch as some faintly yellow droplets run over her icy-white hands. It's a little hard to see in the dark, but a black patch forms around her hands in her jeans. A Soft white steam begins to emanate from inside her jeans in the cooling air, swirling around her crotch before rising and disipating. A soft breeze blows the steam toward me along with the telltale scent of fresh urine. Two tiny streams run off a crease in the denim on her ass, pouring loudly onto the floor. Two more streams begin to run from inside the cuffs of her jeans, streaming over her ankles and into her shoes. A few more soft whimpers, and then a sigh as Gwen gives in. The subtle patter of small streams is overcome by a muffled hiss as Gwen lets go. Piss runs down the surface of her jeans, glistening in the late evening sun, before painting the fabric black. Steam begins to surround Gwen's body and rise up, while streams of fresh pee flow down into the grass and leaves. She lets her hands swing limp, flicking some drops from her finger tips. She looks up to me, tears in her eyes 'A-Alice, I'm wetting myself....' 'Just let it go' I tell her, watching mesmerised as my best friend has an accident in front of me. 'Not much else you can do'. She nods and sniffs, and relaxes her bladder. Her thin denim jeans can hardly hold back the rivers running down them, resulting in streams flowing straight out and onto the floor. Her converse shoes soak in a lot however, and they too glisten as pee runs over them - I can only assume her feet are soaked inside. Below her, the puddle begins to make mud in the dirt, flickering brown droplets up onto Gwen's shoes as streams of her pee crash into it. She moans as the initial embarrassment begins to give way to relief as Gwen realises that I'm the only one who can see her. She smiles her cute smile as she embraces the heat and begins to enjoy the warmth flowing over and down her legs. She runs one hand over her jeans in a way that she probably thinks is subtle, but I can't look away from the still soaking denim as more and more pee washes over it... 'This....this feels pretty good....' Gwen says as the hissing stops and pee stops running over her jeans. She looks at me, then away again - her eyes twitching around with embarrassment. I look at her and raise an eyebrow. She seems to catch it. 'I-I-It's really warm is what I m-mean! It's good because it's warm, not because it's aro-we should be going!' 'It looks good' I answer. She looks at me with a rais s eyebrow. 'You looked so relieved just then, I'm almost envious. Well, almost - the whole pissed jeans thing puts me off!' 'Oh, yeah, ha!' Gwen says, looking at the floor and swilling the puddle with her foot. 'It really was r-relieving...' I smile at her. 'Come on, wet pants. Let's get you home' 'actually, Alice...' 'yeah?' 'I, umm...wanted to say something...' She steps toward me. I think I know where this is going... 'Its, well, it's a little....' She takes my hand in hers. It's a little wet, but if she's going to do what I think she is - if she's about to kiss me - then I'll let it slide... 'I think I feel it too' I whisper it to her. She smiles at me and steps closer, until my body is pressed up against hers. 'Y-you don't get it....' She says, leaning in. I close my eyes and lean toward her too....I can't believe I'm really doing this... 'Alice?' 'Yeah?' I whisper She doesn't say anything else - she doesn't need to. She leans close to me, and I can feel the heat from her face. She wraps an arm around my neck and I wrap an arm around her waist. I press one leg between her two wet legs, soaking in some of the still warm liquid. She leans in closer and I feel her hair brush past my nose, as she goes in for it...Her lips land on my shoulder, and two sharp teeth bite into me. I feel myself go limp, and sleep takes over I wake up, in my own bed. I open my eyes. Huh. Nothing unusual. I sit up in bed and look around. My bedroom door is open, and Gwen is asleep on my sofa, a thin line of drool running from her mouth to my pillow. I smile. It was a dream. I turn around and pull the covers off of me, slapping my feet onto the floor. I just have slept funny - I've got a sharp pain in the neck. I run my fingers over my neck and feel two strange lumps. Bugs bites maybe? I look over to Gwen, who is waking up slowly. I lumber out of bed and into the front room. 'morning, Gwen' I say, yawning as I walk in. I glance over her. Black hoodie, white shirt. Damp grey jeans. Damp jeans, marks in my neck...it wasn't a dream was it? 'Uh, Alice?' Says Gwen, rubbing the back of her head. 'I've got some explaining to do...'
  19. Gave my mum a ticket for an Ed Sheeran open air concert for her 50th birthday this year. It was going to be her first real concert since the 80s and she was super looking forward to it. On the day of the concert she dressed up even more than usual, tight jeans, white blouse, nice handbag and lots of makeup. It felt like the mother-son-date that the gift was supposed to be. As some of my friends (two guys, one girl) were going there by car, I asked them to join with my mum. So we carpooled to the concert venue with five people in my friend's new BMW 3-series and everything went astonishingly smooth, although parking space was already rare and the venue very crowded. My mum and I then separated from my friends at the concert venue. The supporting acts were great already, my mum and I had two beers each and really enjoyed the vibe of the event. My mum then said that she has to go to the toilet before Ed Sheeran comes on stage, so we went in the direction of the portapotties which were lined up to both sides of the stage. However, there were far to little of them. With about 90,000 thousand people in the venue, there were so many people in front of the toilets that you could not even see where a line would start or end. My mum was a little shocked about the situation, but she decided that she could hold it, so we went back to our original space and soon after, Ed Sheeran hit the stage. He then played for the next two hours and it really was a fantastic performance and magic night, especially for my mum. Totally worth the price and a little hassle. However, as soon as the concert ended, my mum was obviously reminded by her bladder because she grabbed my arm and I could see that she had crossed her legs tightly. When we slowly made our way to the exit, she crossed her legs every time we stood still and seemed a little nervous and agitated. Once we got closer to the toilet area, she said "Sorry, but I would really like to go the bathroom now...". I also had to go, but was not keen on waiting in line, so I decided I could hold it until home. Besides, my friends and I had agreed to meet at the car park as soon as possible after the concert. I told my mum that she could go, but we should hurry up afterwards to catch my friends. Once we got closer to the portapotties, it became obvious that the lines were even longer than earlier. "Please, I would really like to go..." , my mum said, so we waited. However, after about 10 minutes and some leg-crossing and pee-dancing by my mum, we had only made it about five metres in line and reaching the toilets would have taken at least another 20-30 minutes. I therefore convinced my mum to head to the car park as there might be another option to go. It took us another 15 minutes to get there, but there were no more toilets and also no bushes. My mum bent over a few times and looked a little unhappy about the situation now, but as my friends were already impatiently waiting at the car, we all jumped in and drove off. Tim was driving, next to him his girlfriend Anna, I was sitting in the middle, Chris to my right and my mum to my left. Space was tight, but as the drive was usually no longer than half an hour it was okay. It took us way longer than expected to even make it out of the car park. My mum obviously really had to go to the bathroom. We talked about the fantastic concert and when somebody asked my mum something, her answers were really short and strained. She constantly rubbed her right leg on mine, tapped her feet and pressed her legs together. Although she tried to hide her need from the others, it was quite obvious to me sitting right next to her, so I thought we might have to stop somewhere at a gas station for her, but she would tell us if necessary. Once on the highway, I could see that my mum discreetely opened the upper button of her jeans which led to her the top of her white panties. A little later she twice grabbed the inside of her upper legs quite hard and it was obvious to me that she was really desperate. When we left the highway and only had about 10 minutes until we were home my mum whispered in my ear and begged me to leave the car a little earlier and walk the rest of the way. I then told Tim the driver that he could drop us off at a crossing about 5min from our place. We caught several red lights and suddenly when we stopped at one of them, my mum seemed to shiver and both of her hands shot to her crotch. I decided that this was getting embarrassing and we should really get off the car. My mum seemed to have the same intentions and loosened her seatbelt with one hand and was about to get out of the car just when the light turned green and Tim started driving again. My mum didn't say anything, but she now had a terrified expression on her face. A few seconds later, maybe about a mile from home, I felt something wet on my left leg... The next moment my mum was shivering again and although she had one hand in her crotch I could see that there was pee flowing from her jeans onto the seat. I could not believe my eyes and just said something like: "Mum, what the fuck...!?". Now all others in the car also realized that there must be an issue and the first to catch on was Tim's girlfriend when she looked to us in the back. She first thought that my mum had spilled something, but my mum was beet red in the face and still spurting in her jeans somehow as I could still feel the seat getting wetter and wetter. Before we finally reached our destination I said: "I don't know what happened, but I think my mum just peed her pants..." I was still shocked and could not believe what I had just said. Everybody else first thought it was a joke, but once they looked at my mum, they realized I wasn't joking and now everybody else was shocked, too and they didn't know what to say. Before we got off, my mum said "I'm so sorry" and "I'll pay for this, of course" while almost crying. When we got off, I saw that her seat was totally wet and she had peed so much that it even got on my side and my jeans as well. My friends drove off and I stood there with my mum in the middle of our suburb, her tight jeans on the butt and upper part fully covered in urine and we now had to walk home like this. My mum seemed so embarrassed and did not say one word. I honestly have never seen something like this and have no idea how this could happen to a grown adult like her. Most embarrassing that all my friends also know about it now. Reminded me of another time about 15 years ago when my mum must have sharted on her way home from work and had accidently left her grey thong with a major poop stain in the sink to rinse while my friend from school and I walked into the bathroom to wash our hands.
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