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  1. The other day, I drove to pick some folks up from an airport. It was a short drive. Nonetheless, it was long enough. I had to pee 40 minutes into my campaign but thought I would survive the trip to my destination. Now, at the airport, I go to the short-term parking lots. It was super far away. There is no world where I can find a parking space and book it into the airport washroom. No way I can make it. I park. I'm on the 5th floor in a parking garage and feel myself trickle a little. Never have I leaked in my life. It was too much. I did a pacing dance, thinking about getting to the washroom in time. Not possible. I found a corner in the lot. It was beside a stairwell; beyond that, you could see the spiral where vehicles drove up. Some cars did drive past. So what I did, looking out over the balcony-like walls at all the people entering and leaving the airport, stealthy whipped out my dong and pissed in the corner. All was good again after growing a chub from pee shivers and relief.
  2. Kevin's kinda popular and very cute, so why not? (Mild Kevin/Jack if you squint) Kevin groaned and discretely crossed his legs behind the desk, trembling and sweating heavily as he tried to hold back the flood inside of his swollen bladder. "Oh, come on...I was supposed to trade shifts hours ago! I can't at least have a break?" he complained to himself, his bladder was starting to hurt from all the pressure, "I feel like an overfilled water balloon..." he whimpered. Kevin shifted his weight from foot to foot, than paced. Suddenly a customer entered. Of course, it was Jack, of all people. Kevin became tense, shivering as he tried not to make his need apparent. He wiped sweat from his brow as Jack neared. "Uhh...Are you alright?" Jack looked concerned, than furrowed his brows, "You haven't gotten into any trouble, have you?" he looks around at the candy. "What!? No! Of course not! I'm just...feeling a little sick today..." Kevin suddenly doubled over and grunted at a pain in his lower abdomen. Jacks expression returned to concern. "Are you sure you're ok? You...look like you're in a lot of pain...Do you need help?" "I do!" Kevin drops his arms down on the desk and lets his thighs lock together, "I haven't had a break in hours! I just need someone to cover for me while I use the bathroom!" "Th-That's awful! I'm sorry, Kevin...Here, I'll cover you! You hurry out of here, alright?" Jack gave a pity smile. Kevin, legs wobbling, shuffled from behind the desk, breath heavy and body strained. "Oh my god, it's an emergency...H-hold on, I've got you! Just a little longer..." Jack tried to guide Kevin as he made his way to the restroom, but the journey came to a premature end as Kevin, yelped and dropped to his knees, hands dug between his legs. Jack backed away, flustered. "Oh, no! No no no no! I can't! I'm not gonna make it! I'm so sorry!" Kevin began to panic, unable to do anything to stop the urine bursting from him in a powerful, messy stream. He covered his mouth, but it was still easy to hear him moaning and whining in relief as the puddle beneath him grew. He began to cry as the humiliation fully set in. Jack gulped and carefully knelt beside him. "Hey, buddy...It's ok. Just...let everything out, " He rubbed Kevin's back, "Don't worry about it. I'll look out for you, ok?" Jack reminded Kevin to take deep breaths as he finished relieving himself in his pants, tears still falling. "This is the worst! It's so humiliating!" Kevin pressed his hands to his face, hiding his shame. "Hey, don't worry about it. Accidents are pretty common. I mean, they happen to me a lot..." Jack flushes slightly at his own confession, "Just go ahead and get showered and changed. Don't come back to work either. Just take a nice, relaxing break, ok? I'll take care of everything else over here." Kevin was immensely grateful.
  3. I couldn’t not watch her! What are you supposed to do when you are somewhere in public and the person sitting right opposite you is doing something that seriously turns you on? I mean to anyone else she might as well be sitting naked twiddling her nipples…but to me what she was doing was every bit as enticing and amazing. I’d seen her at least a few times before. I assume she works in the city too because we get the same commuter train most days and I’ve spotted her in the sane carriage as me now lots. She’s always very smartly dressed in suit dresses or blouse and skirt and that gorgeous long brown hair that today is half tied back in a plait but with half of it still loose. I’m guessing she’s mid to late thirties but as no-one talks to strangers on trains I don’t even know her name let alone her age. But one thing I do now know, and which is making it impossible to take my eyes off her, is that she really needs to go to the bathroom but she can’t. How do I know this? Well I started having suspicions back at the platform. I was standing not far from the escalator when I saw her out the corner of my eye. As the announcement came over the tannoy that the train was delayed I noticed she wasn’t standing still like most of the rest of us and pacing a bit. Perhaps she was tired or late or had had a long day? It did cross my mind she just might need the loo but I am guilty of thinking that, of woman especially it has to be said, a little too often. Then the train came and she climbed on and sat opposite me gazing out the window with her legs crossed. Again that might have just been comfort or feeling a little cold or whatever so I tried hard not to overthink it. That was until we set off and we hadn’t even reached the first station when she shuffled on her seat and then crossed her legs the other way. That peaked my interest as she most definitely seemed restless and anxious about something. Her eyes then seemed to shift from the window to inside the carriage. With all the seats taken and a number of people standing I thought she might be looking for someone but instead of looking at the people she appeared to be looking at signs on the train itself and I noticed she had her top lip over her bottom one like she was worried or thinking hard about something. In all the times I’d recalled seeing her before she’d never seemed this anxious or agitated. Whatever she was looking for she seemed to decide against it and instead resumed looking out the window but now with an arm around her tummy. Was she feeling hungry or unwell? Her cheeks did seem a little flushed now I could see them. She almost caught me looking so I immediately looked away and down at my feet. That’s when I noticed her feet. Although her legs were crossed the foot on the floor was actually moving and the black heeled shoes were bouncing up and down slightly constantly. I think that was the moment I realised I was right after all: this female stranger in front of me was nursing a full bladder. The reaction that had on me was instant and somewhat embarrassing on a public train! We passed a few stations with more people getting off than on and the standing passengers slowly getting less and less. She sat there tense and tightly crossed legged with her legs showing and her skirt now above her knees and the arm that was around her tummy now resting on her thigh rubbing it slowly like she might have cramp or something. After another few stops the person beside her got off and only one person remained standing, by choice as there was now a few empty seats available. She uncrossed her legs at this point and wriggled as if trying to get comfortable. I didn’t want to stare but I was captivated by her every move now wondering when she might have last had that skirt lifted up or her knickers pulled down and her bottom on a toilet. Had she had to hold perhaps for a full day at work or maybe through long meetings? Had she drank much throughout the day? It wasn’t helping my own body much at all and I was getting anxious that my body might get me into trouble if I wasn’t careful. Then the train seemed to halt for a bit. This wasn’t of itself that unusual and rarely lasted long. Usually just a red signal or something and very common since the train was running a bit later than scheduled. In the quietness of the carriage I heard her give a little sigh before shaking a leg a little and changing position yet again. Now her hand was patting on her upper leg rhythmically as her eyes darted around the train again anxiously. Something was clearly really stressing her! Then we both jumped at the noises of a door clanging shut as I turned to see the ticket inspector coming through. I got my ticket out my pocket, feeling my erect penis and hoping no-one else would notice it as the female in front of me rummaged in her handbag by her feet for her ticket. As she pulled her head back up I couldn’t help but see her eyes looked concerned, anxious, worried. She pushed her thighs together and sighed again. When the ticket inspector reached us that’s when I finally heard what my body longed for when a beautiful female voice in front of me quietly asked the train employee if there was a toilet on board. I knew it! She must be absolutely bursting because her cheeks were so red and even her neck was blotching with the embarrassment of asking. “Sorry mam. It’s out of order but there should be some at the station you can use.” I had to turn towards the windows so that my throbbing erect dick didn’t bulge out my trousers! She never said anything back as I heard the conductor walk on by. Should I say something? It’s not really the thing on public transport and given how seriously aroused I now was that probably wasn’t a good idea anyway. So for the next twenty minutes I got to watch this beautiful professional woman struggle to hold her bladder in public! She must have known I’d heard her ask? Or maybe she just really needed to go so much now? Whatever it was things seemed to change from subtle to far more obvious very quickly. I watched her fidget, twirl her hair anxiously, bounce her legs, scissor her knees in and out, cross and uncross her legs, wrap her arm around her bladder area, sit back on the seat then on the edge of the seat, sit sideways, then forwards, then facing the windows again. She changed position that often I lost track of it all, all the time her cheeks staying flushed, her forehead sweating, her hands and legs moving around like she didn’t know what to do with them! We hadn’t stayed stationary long and now we were chug chugging steadily towards what was my destination. For once though I didn’t want to get off the train because I needed to know what might happen to her. Would she make it to a station toilet or not? The rational part of my mind took over though and as we approached the stop before mine I gathered my bag ready to stand, only to notice the lady do the same! I stood at the doors ready to get off as she pee danced right beside me her shoes tapping loudly on the train floor. Now I was sweating too! Our eyes met and with the train much more quieter I felt I should say something as it seemed awkward not to. “You ok?” “No! You don’t happen to know if there’s a ladies at this station? I’m meant to be going to Oakdale but I can’t wait any longer!” “They are by the main entrance by the ticket office.” “Is it far?” As I pressed for the doors to open and we stepped out together I replied. “Up those stairs then turn right. You should see them signposted.” I kept walking but then she seemed to disappear. I looked behind me to see her struggling to walk, her hand on the front of her crotch as she bent forwards. I couldn’t leave her. I couldn’t be that cruel. I walked back towards her hearing her almost crying. “Is it bad?” She nodded making my dick shake with desire. I looked around the platform checking for cameras as I had an idea. “If you can’t make it to the ladies you could maybe go behind that huge advertisement board there?” She nodded again and hobbled towards it. I didn’t know if I should walk away or wait or what, my hard on so thick and large in my jeans I thought the material might rip! “Keep watching please!” I heard her sexy voice say so I walked quickly to the board and stood at the side. I didn’t dare look, as much as I wanted to, but the sound alone made my heart beat so fast I had to hold the board to steady myself. Never in my life have I heard anyone pee so much! The wizzing and whooshing and splashing against the grass just kept going and going and going as this professional lady in her blouse and black skirt and heeled shoes sighed like the weight of the world had just been lifted off her. The next thing she walked past me rubbing her skirt down casually and smiling back at me. “Thanks. Never been so bursting to go in my entire life! There’s busses to Oakdale from the main road isn’t there?” I nodded, unable to form words, as I headed for the car park and the privacy of my car. As I say she may as well have stripped off and sat naked opposite me she turned me on so much. How can any man not find a bursting woman a turn on? More to the point how could anyone hold that much pee in? The thought of how bursting she was right in front of me made driving home so difficult and before I even had my anorak hung up I had to unzip my jeans and cum. I barely stroked before exploding too. Not surprising considering how long I’d been watching her and hearing how long and hard she peed for! I hope she’s on my train again sometime and whatever circumstances got her that desperate just happen to arise again. A man can dream can’t he?
  4. Sometimes she doesn't know what things are yet. Thanks to Seki for the art
  5. Last night my wife and I had a wonderful time seeing Tim and Eric live on their 2020 Mandatory Attendance Tour. It's the third time we've seen them live and the first time we saw them since we married. They performed at the State Theater in Minneapolis. It's quite an amazing and old building, the entire interior is baroque Renaissance. Its incredible, there is fake Corinthian columns and frescoes on the ceiling, the whole architectural design is apart of the experience. (I really like art and history okay?) On the way there we stopped in a Goodwill about 45 minutes away from the cities. I did find an amazing sweater from the late 80's but the trip was highlighted by my wife's need to pee. I tried to stop in earnest, saying she could pee at the theater, but she just wasn't having it and went to pee in the Goodwill bathroom. She texted me a great picture of her on the toilet with her shirt pulled up a little so I could see some of her squishy stomach, she knows I love that. As we were checking out, without warning I grabbed a 500ml Lifewater out of the cooler and threw it in with our purchases. "And just what is that water for?" she very slyly asked me in the parking lot. "Well, since you went pee at Goodwill I'm going to have my revenge. You have to drink this entire bottle before we get to the cities." "Oh really huh? You want me to fill up my bladder with all this wa-wa? Maybe." I responded back firm, "Yeah that's the thing though, you really don't have a choice. You have to drink it all." She knew what I was trying to do, and decided to play ball. Much to my honest surprise she drank the entire bottle before we get there. Right as we parked she finished it off. "I really shouldn't have done that, I'm going to have to pee so fucking bad now. Just saying." she said with a smile. She was cramped in her seat (fat woman problems) and already shaking her leg before the show started. It was going to be a long two hours for her. Tim and Eric were fantastic as always but I was certainly a little more infatuated by my wife. At an hour into the show she was in pure agony. I could see her squirming in her seat, even in the dark, and her legs were crossed and slightly bouncing. I leaned over in a whisper "How bad is it?". She whispered back, "I can't hold it. I have to go the bathroom so bad right now. Please let me get up or I'm going to pee right now." But I pretended not to hear her over all the noises on stage. She absolutely couldn't sit still just five minutes later. With both hands buried in her crotch she whispered "I can't do it, I'm sorry!" She then proceeded to get up and shimmy down the isle and dissapeared into the back. "It was so bad!" she told me in the car. "My bladder hurt so bad and I had to run up a bunch of stairs to get the ladies room. Dude, I pissed for like 2 minuets straight! Like, my pee was basically coming out before I even sat down!" It was a very good night, an excellent live show and some serious pee desperation from my amazing wife. It was such a great experience I made a drawing to remember it.
  6. My town has a modest sized mall. By this point two of the anchor stores have closed and the inside has many empty storefronts, but what it still there is a decent escape to spending more money than you wanted. Like almost any mall there is a food court. After sitting empty for an entire year, the largest restaurant space re-opened as an A&W. If you don't know what A&W is, it's basically trying to be an orange colored rip-off of Culver's. If you don't know what Culver's is, then you're not from the midwest and I feel bad for you. But really, it's just some very average burger and fries type of place but their not very common here in Minnesota and even more, it's right in town. This was a year ago, my wife and I had only been married for about five months. I still remember the day fondly. We decided we were going to check out the new A&W and then walk around the mall a bit and maybe even run some errands. My wife looked amazing. It was the middle of August, in Minnesota this is basically the last of the hot weather before it gets ridiculously cold. She had on a pair of black jeans that hugged her figure. Her wide thighs had every curve highlighted from the form fitting shape, and the large, smooth curves of her butt were tightly wrapped into the black denim. They were tight on her butt that you could clearly see the outline of her underwear through them, and more so they were heavily contoured to the individual curves of each of her butt cheeks. She wore her new tortoise shell glasses and an mustard yellow crop top that day, it wasn't cropped too high and exposed a very modest amout of her midriff. I had convinced her not to wear a bra out so her breasts truly were flopping around everywhere. She was looking fine as fuck and I had already been feeling her legs up during the car ride over as she was driving. Once we got to the mall my wife had to pee. She Snapchatted me a picture of her on the toilet while I was waiting for her that really turned me on. We were out in public so I was trying my best not to be fully torqued. Unfortunately, the rest of the night would indeed leave me trying to hide the fact that I was most certainly fully torqued. Like I said before the food from A&W is average at best, their root beer floats are the only thing worth it. I don't remember the exact details of my wife's order but I can tell you it was a burger of questionable quality. I didn't think anything of the food she ate at the time, mostly because she drank a huge ass root beer float and I was excited for when she would have to pee from it. The only real reason the mall is even open is because one of its anchor stores is a Target. That brings in almost all the traffic really. It was a typical busy Saturday day there. The two of us we perusing the wax melts when my wife, who was pushing the cart, stopped suddenly. She took a quick look behind to make sure no one was there and said to me, "Heh, put your hand on my butt, quick." I, being the horn dog I am, politely took her up on the other. Right as my hand felt the curve of her butt, she ripped a massive fart, I felt it go through my fingers. It was very stinky and she immediately started walking away. "There's gonna be a lot more where that came from. You better get ready for me to crop dust all these aisles. My stomach feels a little weird." I was so aroused, but I tried to keep my composure. Several more times, she ripped very bubbly and smelly farts as we walked through the store. We probably meandered around for about 20 minutes before headed over to the self checkouts. As we were making our way over to an open machine my wife said to me, "Uuf Da. I think all my farts were holding a shit back. Now that I let them all out I can feel it starting to come down. You should bag this stuff up quickly so I can get home." My wife's second mistake was telling me to move with some urgency, her first was definitely eating A&W. She gave me shit for intentionally taking my sweet time and we headed out. We had to walk through to the entire other side of the building to get to our car. About half way there my wife started holding my hand way too tightly, and starting to walk ahead of me. "Come on, don't walk so slow. I wanna get home." "Why is that?" I asked. "Uhhh, no reason. Absolutely no reason at all." She nervously was playing with one of the curls of her hairs as we stepped out into the parking lot. "Can I drive?" I asked. I should point, I only have a learner's permit. My wife is teaching me how to drive and often lets me drive us places. "Ugh. No, not this time. Just let me drive." Of course, I protested. "Sure. So I'm just never gonna get my license I guess since I have nobody else to help me practice." She took the bait perfectly. "Alright, alright, you can drive. Please just drive normal, do drive slow." I put our purchases in the trunk and buckled up. As my wife buckled her belt her exposed stomach gurgled a little. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "I really have to poop. Like, seriously dude, I feel it poking my butthole. Can you please just go home the quick way?" "Alright, fine. But you have to tell me how bad it is while I'm driving." My wife looked genuinely relived, "I can do that! Maybe it'll distract me from the massive turd in my butt right now." I went off her as I started driving home. "It's not diarrhea?" "No actually, I can tell. It's a really big turd and it's super uncomfortable." "Mmmmm, very nice. What are you doing to hold it?" "Oh god, don't make me tell you." I immediately started driving slower. "It's embarrassing!" "Oh whoops I think my foot skipped off the gas a little.' "Fine, only because I love you. I'm having an urge right now and it's very bad. I can feel it trying to come out and I'm clenching my butthole really tight! God, and I keep clenching my butt cheeks together really hard. I'm glad I'm sitting down because it's helping me hold it in. Now drive!" Her descriptions were really getting me, as these kids say, hot and bothered. Every red light and stop sign I was glancing over at my wife's curves in her black jeans. Thankfully we don't live super far away. I opened the truck and went to grab the stuff we bought, which she quickly ran to the front door waiting for me. "Come on you slow bastard, some of us have to take a shit here!" "You know your letting me watch." I said as I unlocked the door. She quickly untied her Doc Martin's "Yeah I don't care, but I'm going now! I can't hold it in anymore!" I quickly followed behind her, watching her butt with every step, every jiggle, into the bathroom. I was very turned on by watching her unbutton her black jeans and swiftly pull them down to her knees in one motion. As she sat down, immediately I started to hear the loud crackling and squishing of her poop coming out. Several turds splashed into the water and the stench radiated in the entire small bathroom, and into my nostrils. "Hold on, I have to push for this last one." I started rubbing my erection quite nicely as my wife, with a few very cute gasps, pushed out the last turn with the very loud and airy fart. The bathroom smelled terrible, but it was very pleasant for me. I was so turned on thinking about how cute my wife was on the toilet, thinking about how such a cute, short woman took such a disgusting and smelly shit, it was pure ecstasy. My wife left me take a quick peek at all her poop and shitty toilet paper in the bowl before she flushed it down. I wish I could have jacked off looking at it, but she still hasn't let me do that one yet. She felt much better afterward, but still had many more farts inside her, of which I got to enjoy her ripping them all night. That's certainly not the most desperate to poop my wife has been, I'm saving that story for when the time is right 😈. But, that said, she did tell me it was very difficult to hold it in all the same.
  7. My wife and I often take trips on the weekends up to the cities to hunt for antique stores, thrift stores, and estate sales. We're secretly an old married couple in 26 year old's bodies. If you don't know what an estate sale is, basically, when the owner of a house dies their family have a large sale where people come into the house to look at and purchase all of the previous owners personal belongings in the house. Ideally you want to be respectful to the house, they usually make you take your shoes off. This particular Saturday afternoon my wife had been farting in the car for almost the entire drive over. To me, their rancid smell was turning me on immensely, and she was rubbing on my erection with one hand while she was driving. I asked her why she was farting so much and she really didn't know, but her stomach was hurting a little. We found a promising looking estate sale in the suburbs that was in this quaint little two bedroom house. Indeed, we ended up spending way to much money lmao, but the best part of the day happened when we checked out the second floor. My wife kept shifting her weight from side to side and was sort of scanning the upstairs hallway to see what rooms were up there. Very quietly she learned over to me and said "Do you see a bathroom up here? I really need to use one." I am truly weak willed, and just as quietly told her that she was giving me a very noticeable boner. With a very flustered look she told me now is not the time to be a horn dog. She continued, "You don't understand, I'm having a serious diarrhea emergency, it's so bad. I can't hold it until we get home, I need to poop right now." I wish I could have savored the look of her pure diarrhea agony. Her face was was just slightly red, and in addition to fidgeting and shifting her weight she was nervously rubbing her thigh. She very carefully but briskly walked over to the only closed door on the upstairs. When she pulled on it, it was locked. It was no doubt the bathroom and the owners probably locked it to keep customers from stealing. My wife groaned in agony and kept shifting her weight even more noticeably. "Are you fucking kidding me? I have to POOP!" Her face was very red now and was pleading with me to do something. I told her I would go talk to the family running the sale, who were downstairs operating the cash register. It was a kindly old lady who chatting with everyone like she knew for years (and I'm sure she did). Thankfully all the traffic was downstairs as most of the things for sale were set up in the living room and garage, nobody seemed interested in the second floor. I'm sure the last thing my wife wanted would have been trying to act normal in front of these ancient customers while she tried her hardest not to shit her leggings. I truly felt bad because I just sort of stood there for five minutes waiting for the customer in front of my to finish his sale. Ironically, I noticed a hand written "Ask Cashier for Bathroom Key." I'm also sure nobody was using the bathroom because of the inconvenience of it. Right as the dude in front of me walked away I felt my phone buzz, knowing full well it was my wife texting me. I anxiously wanted to read it but had to ask for the bathroom key first. I politely, if not awkwardly, explained to the nice lady that my wife needed to use the bathroom but was too embarrassed to ask for the key. Though she made me leave the things I was holding in my hands so I couldn't steal them, she gave me the key all the same. As I started walking back up the stairs I quickly checked my phone. She had texted me, "I know you're taking long on purpose! Please hurry up and do something now or my poop is gonna come out!" Approaching the bathroom my wife was now hunched over clutching her stomach and very firmly pressing her butt against the door. Her eyes lit up seeing me holding a key. "Oh my god, open this door right now or I'm messing in this hallway." "Okay, but I'm coming in with you." I said firmly. She tried to protest, "No! It's diarrhea! Please don't watch this time!" I started to walk the other way slyly saying "Okay, I'll tell the lady you went and give her the key back" I could tell she was frustrated, flustered, and extremely desperate. "GOD! Fine, get the fuck in her then!!" I opened the bathroom and locked it behind us once we were both in. It was small, and a little cramped, but I didn't care. I couldn't help but look at my wife's giant ass as she pulled her leggings down. The rim clanked really down when she quickly plopped down on the toilet. I got down on my knees and started rubbing and squeezing her squishy thighs as she started. The splatters and splashes of her diarrhea echoed in the bathroom and I'm sure anyone that would have been standing in the hallway could have heard her pooping. I was extremely erect now and the smell of her diarrhea was rank as fuck. I took a nice, big, inhale and rubbed my boner a little. After three minutes of pure ecstasy watching my wife have emergency diarrhea she was finally done. I rubbed my boner through my pants more as I watched her wipe her butt, and she even let me take a quick peek at all her shit in the bowl after she stood up before flushing. I crossed my fingers that nobody would nobody would see us both coming out of the bathroom together. Thankfully it was still empty. My wife's rancid poop smell immediately flooded into the hallway as I was locking the door back up. 'Oh my god, I feel so much better now! That was one of the most desperate poop emergencies I've ever had. If you would have been, like, 40 seconds slower I honestly wouldn't have been able to hold it anymore." The rest of the day went great, and we some awesome antiques, but all day I just kept reminding my wife of how turned on I was and loud and stinky her poop was, hehehe.
  8. ? This happened to me and my wife last weekend while we were hanging out with a friend. I don't particularly like using real names for personal reasons so I'm going to refer to our friend as Kirsten since it's the first female name that popped into my head. My wife had known Kirsten since 7th grade and I had been her friend since me and my wife started dating six years ago. I won't lie, she was absolutely not the brightest woman. However, she had noticeably sized boobs and a particularly great butt. It was small, but wide, and very round and soft. (At least I imagine it would feel soft) Kirsten is pretty much your stereotypical "nerd girl". Her wardrobe is locked at graphic t-shirts and jeans, and occasionally a modest skirt. I could go on about how much she undersells her body with such a basic wardrobe but I'm getting off track. Kirsten really likes retro video games. It's not really my thing but because it was her birthday weekend and she just recently broke up with her bf (he was a soy lol story for another time) we decided to take her to this really cool retro video game store in the cities. Not to get off topic again but it was an actually impressive store that had 20 to 30 year old consoles and games and even some dank retro computer stuff. Kirsten kind of just doesn't really take of herself as well as she could and part of that is her particularly picky and bad diet. She eats crap and lots of sugary crap on top and as such, she has a bad relationship with the toilet. At first she was really excited to get a sizable stack of PS2 games but we both noticed her get almost instantly tense and anxious as we were waiting in line watching her pay. As the two of us payed for the few things we found out of the corner of my eye I noticed Kirsten is pacing back and forth waiting for us by the door. I think we had barely clicked our seatbelts in when from the backseat Kirsten spoke up. "Hey guys, this is super embarrassing but I seriously need to poop so bad right now. When I was paying for the stuff I got it just suddenly hit me and I had to clench my butt really hard!" My wife just laughed and told Kirsten that she had no shame. Honestly I thought the whole situation was hot as hell. I was keeping it cool tho, but Im sure my cheeks were red. Kirsten didn't think it was funny tho, she rocked a little in her seat and whined that she had to poop. Her boobs jiggled around the characters faces on her Bob's Burgers shirt as she whined. It most certainly was staring at her boobs in the rear view mirror, a perk of not driving that day. Kirsten couldn't sit still at all as we drove her to a McDonald's that was half a mile away. She really squirmed and fidgeted in the backseat. My wife was trying to talk about something else to get her mind off it. We got her over to this McDonald's in time and Kirsten immediately whipped off her seat belt and said "Oh man thank you guys for stopping, I can't hold this anymore." My wife and I truly laughed about the whole thing as she was inside blowing it up. When she got back Kirsten had no shame in sharing "God you guys, that was close. I think my poop was coming out before my butt was even on the seat." My wife remarked about a little too much information, and we went on our way. I'm glad it didn't end in disaster. Kirsten is pretty awkward but she's a trooper sometimes.
  9. Woman pees on a plane floor, all the time talking to somebody on the phone. Not extremely sexy if you ask me, but maybe... https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/6842956/shocking-moment-female-passenger-wees-on-the-floor-of-a-wizz-air-flight-from-britain-to-poland-because-the-toilet-was-engaged/
  10. **NOTE: This is a story I wrote for ME. I have finished it and will publish it in parts. Here’s the first: CHAPTER 1 Sasha was a good and very attractive store manager. Assistant manager that is of the hardware store. She was tan, Puerto Rican and a body like a Victoria secret model. All day in the hardware store where she was the only professionally dressed one she wore a black jacket, black boots, gray dress pants and tied her hair in a ponytail. She had worked half of her twelve hour shift and was already feeling those coffees from this morning reaching their limit in her. Her legs could not stay still as she tumbled around everyone on the busy Memorial Day weekend. “Don’t block the door please!” She said as she headed out of the back room turning towards the bathroom. Right there she was stopped by an old lady employee named Dana who blocked the bathroom door to chat. “Oh hey Sasha. Hey did you...” But Sasha squirmed in place annoyed not caring what her worker was saying. She wanted to tell her to move it or I’m going to explode in my pants like a bursting water dam! Jess worked in paint and was sort of a heavy girl but the weight was on all the right places. Tight white pants and black shoes and light blue tight shirt around those big breasts that made guys jump out of their pants. In her late twenties as well, Jess almost peed herself multiple times at work and knew the humiliation would be too much to handle. But as she mixed paint she moaned every now and again cause her pants dug into her waist. Feeling like a stream would leak out and she slouched trying to hold it. Jorey was almost at work. A garden associate, she was average looking but very pretty and a cool girl to talk to. Thin, but cute face with glasses, tied up brown hair, jean shorts that were tight as hell and made this hot day worse, and a blue shirt with her black shoes. Her father hogged the bathroom all morning so she was still holding in a load of pee in her. Since her car was broken her sister drove her to work, good thing she be out at closing because everyone in her house worked late too and she wold not have any rides. Jorey asked, “Ana can you drive faster!” She grunted. “I’m going to freaking piss my pants. Hurry up!” She felt her bloated belly push against her tight jean shorts, her exposed white legs crossing. “We’re going speed limit chill!” After a while they turned into the store and Jorey said bye to her sister as she raced out of the car. She sprinted by Jess and Sasha who both squirmed (Sasha was called to the front desk before getting to go) and Jorey did not have a lot of strength left. She lost so much weight staying on a vegetarian and fiber diet but strength lacked. With her legs tight closed as she tumbled she reached the bathroom but “No no no no no!” Jorey shook in fear as a CLOSED FOR CLEANING sign blocked the women’s room. Jorey in humiliation squirmed in place. She’s never had to pee so bad. It was a boiling heavy load wanting to escape NOW! People watching and giggling at her desperation made this so bad and embarrassing she couldn’t imagine how bad an actual accident would be. Her heart raced as panic ruptured through her only making it harder to hold. “E-excusse me!” She said form outside the door to the male janitor sweeping the floor. “Are you almost done yet??” She could barely focus as she sweat and squirmed like hell. She need that bathroom NOW! ”I’m cleaning,” he said. Jorey was sweating, shaking, lips trembled, filled with fear, nervousness and a lot of pee! She bounced. “I’m kind of fighting a losing battle out here!” She almost burst right there as tremendous pain roared that was a huge sting trying to stab out of her. “One second sweets !” The old janitor said. He flushed the toilet to clean out with the chemical inside and the flushing sounds almost made Jorey explode. Her eyes widened from the pain and panic. “Oh come on come on come on!!” She said. He left and she ran in so fast. She slammed the stall door closed, unbuttoned her jeans, felt two small drops hit her panties as she was bursting. Everything was off just in time as a stream so powerful shot out of her into the toilet and splashing the water like madness. “AHHHHHHH!” Jorey moaned in a calm relief. No accident. She felt the painful pressure vanish as her belly deflated. Thank God. She needed this job for school. But no way anyone shows their face after an accident like that. Amazed that she went so much the water actually filled and hit her butt cheeks. She wiped, flushed, out to work. Outside the stalls, all were occupied and a girl ran past Jorey into hers. Jess and Sasha stood behind two customers in lines squirming. They looked so sad. Their hearts racing as they held their loads of urine in impatience and agony. Jorey clocked in and walked down to then stores garden wing. “Jorey!” Her Department manager Beth said as she ran past all the customers. “Thank God you’re here! We had one call out and Justin got fired this morning so we’re very short. Stay on the ball today ok?” “Roger that.” Said Jorey as she saluted smiling. Jorey was told to start lifting sacks of fertilizer onto the shelf. She did, and each lift on this hot day made her sweat and become very dehydrated. Her coworker with a weird crush on her, John, walked over and offered her a water from the fridge. “Oh thank you!” She said. She gulped it down so fast. To be continued....
  11. I have a video from a commercial and would like someone to private message me for the details I want in a story in relation to the commercial. I want someone to watch the commercial and then use the details to make a fiction story. So if you want to do message me first for the details I want. in exchange I'll do any story you want for you. Here's the commercial:
  12. Back in the Timeline where the Black Star Dragon Balls existed, Bulla is at the Mall shopping all by herself during the time her older brother Trunks was sent to space to look for the Black Star Dragon Balls with Goku & Pan. This what about to be Bulla's worst day at the mall due to her "Emergency"..... Bulla: Okay maybe drinking 3 water bottles & 2 lattes were not a good idea to start off my day here at the Mall *holding her groin area that is her red skirt* Bulla: I think I can hold it at least an hour---Nope! I really got to go! (Begins to search for the Restrooms & ask people for Directions) Bulla: Excuse me ma'am do you know where the restrooms are? Woman #1 (Shopper): Hmm I think I saw them upstairs on the left side in the Mall Bulla: Thanks! (Hurries upstairs & runs to the left side of the mall) Bulla: Aw man! It's closed for cleaning. Excuse Miss Janitor but when will the restroom be open? Woman #2 (Janitor): Sorry I just started it's going to take about 15 minutes Bulla: Crap but I really have to go! Woman #2 (Janitor): Tell you what, you can use the Men's Room while I can keep my eye out to make sure you won't be embarrassed. Bulla: What no way I'm doing that! Woman #2 (Janitor): Too bad sweetie these are the only Restrooms in the Mall. Bulla: (Dammit! I guess I have no choice then) Okay then I'll use the Men's Room just keep an eye out of Boys who might use it. Woman #2 (Janitor): Sure thing. (Bulla enters the Men's Restroom) Bulla: Oh crap I don't think I'm going to make it in time! Huh? This toilet on the wall must be a urinal for boys to pee in. I'm gonna use it. Bulla: This is the first time I'm peeing like this... to be honest... I'm nervous (Bulla pulls down her Panties all the way down & lefts up her skirt plus positioning herself to Pee Stand Up) Bulla: Okay you can do this, just relax, stay calm, & think that you are a waterfall *starts to pee in urinal* Bulla: Mmm... Aaahhh *smiles in relief* much better--- Huh? *pee's uncontrollably* Oh no I'm accidentally getting urine on my legs! Bulla: Ah crap I'm getting some on my hands too! *still peeing uncontrollably* Must. Aim. In. Urinal. Wuh? Oh eee! *slips back from her own urine on the floor* Woman #2 (Janitor): *Opens Door* I heard a scream what's wrong!? Huh? Bulla: *stops peeing* I'm sorry I didn't mean to make such a mess *starts crying* I'm so embarrassed! Woman #2 (Janitor): Don't worry I'll get this cleaned up After making a scene Bulla washes up back at her house and made her parents disappointed so disappointed that Bulma insists Vegeta to keep an eye on her if she is planning to go shopping again which means Vegeta has no choice but to accompany her next time.
  13. just last week I witnessed some intense (kinda) poop desperation. A couple friends came and stayed the night at my house. With them was a junior of mine called Deeksha. She wasn't exactly cute but was dark and short and quite decently built, with curves in the right places. Anyway, they all drank quite a bit and Deeksha and one other girl ended up staying the night. The next morning the other girl had college so left around 8. As neither Deeksha nor I had classes to attend, we slept in quite late. Around 12 or 1 I woke up, and, realizing I had to attend a bank appointment by 2, I woke her up frantically. Within 5 minutes of waking her up, as she was still groggy and sleepy, I gave her a slice of bread and an ommelette and we left the house. By the time we reached the bus stand she was more awake, though still yawning and rubbing her eyes. While waiting for the bus she suggested we get some chai from the pan wala. I consented and bought 2 of those small 4 rupee glasses. We finished and as a bus still hadn't come, we had another. Finally a bus came and we both got in it and took our seats next to each other. 20 minutes later, and we had barely travelled 3 kilometres. The traffic was awful. Deeksha sat next to me, hands crossed over her stomach, was systematically exhaling forcefully and bending over, then painfully sitting back up. I watched her discomfort for about a minute before I could get the courage to ask her what's wrong. She told me straight up, her fists clenched by her side, that she needed to take a dump really bad. She said she usually takes one as soon as she wakes up and now was feeling really uncomfortable. I apologized and sat back, continuing to watch her struggle. After 10 minutes her plight seemed a bit worse. Every now and then, shed sneakily hold the base of the seats beneath her and pull down on hem as hard as she could, pressing her exploding ass into the seat. She very soon told me that she was gonna get off at the next stop; she directly told me there was a dhaba there. I told her I'd come along and she didn't say anything. She stood up and began walking towards the bus door. As she was halfway there however, she quickly slowed down and crossed her legs tightly, standing fixed awkwardly in the middle of the bus. I standing behind her, got whiff of a bad smell. I tapped her and told her to move forward. Embaressed, she waddled out of the bus, down the stsirs (one at a time) and into the dhaba loo ( which was luckily right next to the men's. Shared wall) As is the case with the majority of such washrooms, there is a gap between the wall in the top. I rushed ahead of her into the men's washroom so I could hear what would happen. Sure enough, there was a frantic slamming and fumbling latching of the lock while trying to pull down her jeans with the other hand. I could hear the clicking of her shoes around the floor and the clinking of her belt as she tried not to shit herself. Suddenly there was an extremely loud splattering sound followed by another and another and then by a sigh of relief. The smell hit me quickly and I rushed out of there, and waited for Deeksha by the door.
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