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  1. female Miss Mimi wet her panties

    hi tonight i find some courage for share some photos here i wet these panties 1 month ago but i was too shy and embarrassed for sharing it before... so hope you will enjoy it as much i enjoy do it
  2. I notice most girls have a hard time holding pee and have accidents easily. Are there any girls here that have a strong bladder and can hold very well? I am a guy with a small-ish bladder and I envy a girl that can hold pee better than me, id love to challenge her
  3. Ok i know this may have been asked before from someone else, but I am quite curious to know from everyone here... How exactly did it happen, and what exactly caused the feeling of getting aroused from holding pee and wetting yourself or witnessing it? This is such an insanely wierd and embarrasing fetish to have, and I can't even believe that i'm actually one of these Omo lovers posting on this site! Here is exactly how I got into pee. As a kid i wet myself a bit more than a boy should have (never happened in school luckily). Several of these vivid childhood memories of peeing myself, feeling the warm pee run down my legs, stuck with me. When I was 13 and my hormones started kicking in, i began to start craving pee like crazy and I did not know why! I thought i was the wierdest kid in the entire face of the earth. It all started with me touching my pee stream and the warmth of my pee got me excited. I started peeing in cups and tried drinking it. I layed in the tub and peed allover my face and body. A couple years later, I started remembering that feeling from way back... how good it felt to pee my pants and wanted to feel it again so bad. I started purposely wetting my pants in the tub. Some years later 19-21, i was on the train going home and I had to PEE bad! Luckily I made it home but after I had that orgasmic release, those early wetting memories smacked me in the face hard! I was so horny i was shivering! This was when I discovered that holding my pee was arousing to me. I did holds in my room and kept holding it in till i started spurting and couldn't take it. And if i were to see a woman desperate in public or godforbid have an accident, I would go home and do a hold to simulate this woman I saw. I thought i had a really serious mental problem. I started googling my symptoms, and eventually, i came across this word... Omorashi. And here I am! Guess I wasn't the only one. So now i would like to hear from others here your origins of this fetish. You don't have to be as long and discriptive as I was. I know my story was probably very basic but oh well. So how did it happen to you??
  4. female Incontinent Parenting

    [ For those new to my entries: I am 100% piss incontinent and am ONLY allowed to use the toilet to mess. Period. and an My Master is a kind, loving Owner -- and an amazing, strong, wonderful Father to His Son. ] UPDATES: Master's Son is growing so fast it breaks my heart; Master says His Bram is the finest Prince the world will ever know (Master is so adorable). When I first gave birth to Master's Son, I wore diapers for a while and I slept in the nursery so I could breastfeed His Prince. However, now that Bram is getting older, we have given Him His own room and I have gone back to no diapers in the house. I still maintain the extra bedroom Master set up for me - and I have though it would be a lie to say I'm always pleased with things, it would not be a lie to say I'm at least 95% happy with everything. Master has already told me He will breed me again after His Son turns two! I'm so excited and I can't wait! My family have started to come around and are trying to be as supportive of my lifestyle as possible -- they love Master and me, of course, and they ADORE Master's Son - so, I'm grateful for their love and their efforts. --- STORY TIME: (A few short quips and musings about being a nude-at-home, incontinent, owned-slave, parent) "Anna." I heard my name through the fog of the dream I was currently trapped in...I gave a small moan, hoping to "scare" it away - however, it was the cooling puddle of piss beneath my nude ass that started to bring me towards an alert state. "Hmm?" I asked as my heavy eyes started to open and Master's face came into focus. "Silly, nothing -- My Son is awake from His nap -- get up, girly - and get His lunch ready." Master smiled and kissed my forehead and I started the process of sitting up, remembering how to stand and slowly made my way to the kitchen. "Yes, Sir," I yawned as the cool of the kitchen tile shot through my feet and peaked my bare breasts to form hardened diamond-like nipples on the tips. I felt the warmth start trickling down my inner thighs as I opened the fridge and got out all the ingredients for Master's Son's lunch, and soon a puddle formed at my feet when my bladder let completely go (as it does from time to time). Having been incontinent for a while now, I never have to push to get a good stream going, rather it falls out at its own speed and of its own accord. "Careful," I heard Master talking to His Son as Bram tried to run into the kitchen to greet me. "Mommy's had an accident, she's getting your food so go wait on Daddy's couch and I'll bring you your drink." --- A few months after Master bought His house and moved me into it, He put up a large privacy fence around our backyard -- it comes in handy when you're on all fours, helping Master's Son stay upright in the kiddie pool and you're slowly leaking urine onto the grass every 10-25 minutes or so. It also comes in handy when you've made Master mad and His nothing has to mess outside, like an animal, for two weeks. :( That is enough humiliation for me to NEVER want to make Master mad ever again (but let's get real, we know it will happen); those were also the 2 weeks I had to sleep in the kennel, in Master's closet every night. /sigh/ --- I love the bathroom stalls with the changing table inside the actual stall, for those times you have to change Master's Son's diaper and your own. --- I have missed you A/all and will be posting more as time goes on. Master will proof-read this before I post it -- and will also read your comments, but Master loves this site and how comforting and supportive E/everyone is.
  5. This is a follow up to 'Abby's desperate bus ride', that I posted a few months back. It's a bit long, but hopefully you'll enjoy it. I'd advise familiarising yourself with the first story first, but am sure this will work as a stand alone story if not. ------------------- 6 months had past since the worst day of Abby's life. She'd been really enjoying her new job, and was delighted to be a woman, excelling in a male world. She'd been on a team building excercise, only a few months in, and whilst she'd really enjoyed the day, she was caught short on the bus on the way home. When they were stuck in traffic she was so desperate, that she ended up begging the bus driver to stop, and completely breaking down and wetting hereslf. (See Abby's desperate bus ride). She couldn't believe that she'd gotten away with it. Noone that new her had seen, and, although she got a bit of stick for her frantic dash down the bus, everyone had just assumed she made it to a toilet. I mean, thats just what grown women do isn't it. Whilst she was somewhat relieved that no-one knew her shame, she still felt absolutely humiliated. She had never thought it possible that she could get so desperate that she would lose control. She had always just assumed that no matter how bursting you felt, you could just hang on that bit longer. That hadn't been the case though. She tried and tried and tried, but there was absolutley no way she could stop it coming out, she had simply lost control and peed her pants like a toddler. She'd been outside a busy pub, and people had seen her, laughed at her, sneered at her. It had really affected her confidence, and she was certainly never going to drink a pint of lager again. Tomorrow though, she was attending a business conference in Torquay. That was a 3 hour coach journey away waith a 1 night stop over. There were 5 people going from her company, and she had been selected to be one of them. It was an honour, and her manager had told her that she was very cose to getting a promotion, which would bring with it a very welcome pay rise. She was looking forward to a bit of hob nobbing, but, she couldn't help but be terrified of the coach journey. She was 18 years old, approaching a high profile promotion, and a 2 day break, and she was terrified of wetting her knickers. The thought was ludicrous, and she knew it. She'd be fine, she just needed to plan what she was doing. The day came, and she was to meet at the coach for 9AM. She was up early, and had her usual, very much needed, morning pee. She dolled herself up with make up, and got dressed into her VERY expensive, brand new Armani business suit. It was a tight white shirt, a black jacket, and a tight black pencil skirt. She admired herself in the mirror, and she looked amazing, but she noticed straight away that her usual, comfortable cotton panties left a very noticable VPL. She cursed as she noticed and changed into her best G-String. She wasn't a fan of the thong underwear, but it was aneccesary evil to complete her look. She wasn't naive enough to not realise that the company directors were men, and her amazing looking 19 year old ass would win her many admiring glances. She went to the toilet three times after drinking her morning coffee, just releasing a tiny dribble each time, just to make sure her bladder was as empty as it could be. She noticed as she was doing it thet her skirt was quite restrictive, but it wasn't a disaster. She called a cab, picked up her bag, and waited to be taking to the meeting point, at a local McDonalds store. When she arrived, she was met by Dave, who cheerily told her he'd got her a large coffee to drink before they went. They always made each other coffee at work, so there was no way she could refuse. Her heart sank as he cheerily accepted it and took a sip. I got here early so that it'd be the perfect temperature, he beamed. He was right it was perfect, so she drank it quickly. It was ridiculous how a simple cup of coffee was causing her such a trauma. "Pull yourself together Abs" she chistised herself, "you're an adult, what happened was freak incident, you can handle a cup of coffee." They made small talk outside until the rest of the party arrived, and then she saw the bus approaching. "Won't be a sec" she whispered to Dave, "just nipping to the ladies". She had planned this thoroughly, limit your fluid intake, then make sure you pee just before your leaving. She didn't even wait for a response, she turned on her heels and went inside, heading over to the toilets at the back, she became painfully aware that the ladies room door was propped wide open with a mop bucket. She knew from previous visits that there were only 2 cubicles in a very small ladies room, and her heart started pounding. As she approached the door, a spotty male teen strolled out and started to wring out his mop. "Erm, could I go in please" she asked nervously, but the teen looked up, "Sorry miss" he said, "Some idiot has flooded the place, just give me ten minutes and I'll have it all cleaned up again". "No, no, no" her mind raced, this wasn't the plan. She had planned it so perfectly, but now she had a large coffee inside of her and her last gasp pee was being denied. "But my coach is leaving now" she said, "Sorry" replied the teen, "like I say, its gonna be ten minutes." She looked at the mens room and thought about it, but at that moment an old man approached, and she could see him looking her up and down. "FUCK" she muttered, as she had no choice but to head back out to the coach. As she got outside she noticed that everyone had boarded and the coach was already quite full. She scanned the aisle and saw her colleagues about half way up. "Over here", said Dave "I've saved you a seat". He was obviously interested and trying to impress, and Abby had to admit that she wasn't disappointed, Dave was hot, the very epitome of tall dark and handsome. As she walked over she was greeted by Colin, who was on the seat behind them, literally shouting, "here we are, at last, has the little girl gone pee pee, we don't want any incidents like last time do we?". She was absloutely mortified, her cheeks blushed beet red as she prayed for the earth to swallow her up. "Why, what happened?" asked Dave, "Well" started Colin eagerly, "It was after that team building shit, we'd been in the boozer and then hit a bit of traffic, we were only ten minutes from home, and Abby here made a right show of herself, dancing around, grabbing herself, begging the driver to pull over so she could run into a pub and use the facilities". She felt like crying, she'd never been so embarrassed. The only positive was that they had no idea how badly it had actually ended, they all assumed she'd made it. She did a little giggle as she sat down. "Shut Up Colin" said Dave, "I'm sure she doesn't need reminding about it from some old perv like you does she". "Could have been worse" he said "That Katarina from accounts dashed out and dropped her knickers on the motorway, pissing like a bloody racehorse she was, never seen anything like it mate, I swear to god" "Don't worry about him" said Dave as she sat down, "dirty old bastard probably got off on it, look at him, he's definitely getting none at home. You must've been bursting to have asked the driver to pull over?" "OH FUCK" she thought, her mind racing, this was the last thing she needed, she thought there was a chance of her and Dave getting together, now they were sat on a coach, in a terrifying condition, and he was asking questions about the time she wet her knickers!" "Oh, I was" she replied sheepishly, "everyone was, all the lads went on the motorway, and poor Katerina couldn't wait. It was a bladder buster for sure" she tried to make light of it. "Thank God for pubs eh!" he said jovially, "Imagine if you'd have had to queue!" "hehe, yeah" she giggled, "that would have been really bad!" The topic was changed shortly afterwards, and they all started talking shop. Abby scanned around the coach, and noticed it was a much more even split. There were employees from allover the company on board, and it was probably a 70/30 split of men to women. She looked at her watch. It was 9:20, they were due to arrive at 12, she'd be fine, she told herself. Around 90 minutes later, and Abby was panicking. She'd become acutely aware of a need to pee around half an hour ago, and her need had been steadily rising since, and she was now at a level she would describe as bursting. She wasn't desperate, not yet, and she was nowhere near the level she was at when she lost control, but she was definitely needing to go, you know, the sort of level where you drop what you're doing and make finding a toilet your priority. Only, it couldn't be her priority. She was on a bus, and there was nowhere for her to go. A look at her watch told her there was just over an hour to go, and the thought of that made her want to burst into tears. Not only was her need becoming more pressing, but what she had also realised was that, in her current attire, there was no way of helping herself. She couldn't sit on her heel without flashing her intimate parts, and her skirt was so tight she couldn't press between her legs, hell, she couldn't even cross her legs. She was bursting for a wee, with over an hour to wait, and all she could do was press her thighs together and pray. For ten minutes she sat there, panicking, her heart pounding, and her mind replaying over and over the humilition of weeing in her knickers, the humiliation of begging the bus driver to stop, and even the humiliation of Colin taunting her, and Dave questioning her. Her predicament seemed to be making her need worse, as she wanted to go more and more, involuntarilly starting to jig her leg up and down. Dave noticed this immediately. "Are you OK?" he questioned. "Erm, yeah" she stammered, stopping dead still instantly, "its just, erm, well, erm, I'm a bit cold", "ahh, don't worry Abs, we're stopping at the services in a second, I'll get you another coffee to warm you up!" She almost gasped out in joy at what she'd heard, "Are we stopping?" she gasped, desperate to make sure she'd not misheard, "yes, a couple of the girls upfront asked for a toilet stop, so we're nipping into the services", sure enough, as he said it, she saw the coach pulling off the motorway. The thought of relief seemed to increase her need yet further, as her heart skipped a beat. Her bladder pulsed, but she hardly cared, she was going to make it to a toilet! As soon as the coach stopped, everyone stood up and started to dash forwards, the driver said something bout ten minutes, but no-one was listening. Abby tried to appear calm, but there was only one thing on her mind, getting to the Ladies room, and quickly. She was walking as fast as she could, trying desperately to keep her thighs pressed together. "toilets, toilets, oh where are they" she muttered as she dashed through the main doors. Dave shocked her by putting his hand on her shoulder, "are you coming for a drink?" he enquired. Abby could've slapped him, she needed to be pouring liquid out of her body, not putting more in! "I'll catch you up" she said, through gritted teeth, as she caught sight of 3 of the girls from the coach dashing towards the huge "TOILETS" sign. "Come on" she muttered as she dashed towards it, rounding the corners, and pushing open the door labelled "LADIES", her need intensifying yet more at the thought of glorious relief. "Yes, yes, yes" she said out loud, as she almost fell into the ladies room, to be faced with 4 bolted doors, and 7 women waiting outside them. "OH" she gasped, a bit too loudly, as she joined the queue, and started to jig up and down. The 7 ladies waiting were all from the coach, and the woman at the front was making a hell of a fuss! "PLEASE HURRY" she shouted at the bolted doors "PLEASE" as she shouted she hoiked up her skirt to her waist, pressing hard between her legs, "OH GOD HURRY" she begged again, "Don't make me wet myself!" "Calm down Laura" said the next girl in line. "I can't wait, I can't" she said, as a toilet flushed, "Oh fuck YES" she shouted, "PLEASE let me wee" as the bolt slid across the girl was already pulling down her knickers, pushing the woman coming out and dashing past her, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she gasped, as the sound of an almighty torrent of pee filled the room. "She wasn't joking was she?" said the girl infront of Abby in the queue, "Oh god that sound is doing nothing for me though, I'm bloody bursting here, these coach trips are a nightmare for us girls aren't they?" Abby just giggled and nodded as her bladder pleaded with her to empty it. When, at last, it was her turn Abby could barely walk, she was shuffling forwards, pressing her thighs together for all she was worth, as soon as she was in the privacy of a cubicle she went into a full blown pee dance as she fought to hold on foor the last couple of seconds. Her skirt was so tight accross her bladder, as she fought to hoik it up. "Come on, come on she said, as she bunched it higher and higher, just enough til she could grab the waistband of her panties, "Oh yes she gasped, yanking them down to her knees. as soon as they were clear, a blast of pee shot from her before she was even sitting, and as she collapsed onto the toilet she relaxed, and blasted her urine into the toilet below. The relief she felt was so overwhelming, she almost burst into tears. "Ahhhhhhh" she sighed, as her gushing stream quickly faded into a trickle. It felt so, so good, as her most intimate parts throbbed and tingled, and her agonised bladder finally felt empty. "Oh god I needed that" she thought, but was quickly snapped back to reality when she heard another girl outside her door crying out for her to hurry. She gave herself a long, luxurious wipe, shuddering with pleasure at the feeling she got as her hand brushed over her, now, sensitive parts. She noticed, as she pulled up her expensive panties, there was a slight dampness between the legs, but she smoothed down her Armani skirt, and unbolted the door. She was pushed aside by a desperate young girl, who already had her skirt hoiked up around her waist, but Abby washed her hands and made her way back out. Dave was waiting for her outside the ladies room, with another large coffee. He handed it to her, saying "you've been ages, was everything alright?". "Oh yes" she replied, "there was just a bloody queue, there always is in the ladies, you men don't know how lucky you are!". She played it cool, giving away no hint of the intense panic that had filled the ladies room just moments earlier! They strolled off back to the coach and took their places. Abby reflected again on how bursting she'd been, after she'd been so careful too. What was it on these coach trips that always made her need a wee? The rest of the journey passed without any issue, it was only 45 minutes, but Abby was painfully aware of what a state she would have been in without that pitstop. She was feeling the effects of the coffee already, but she was fine, they'd made it to the conference centre! As they all departed from the coach, they were greeted by Tony. Tony was the regional manager, and the man they were all out to impress. He spoke to some of the guys first, and then turned to address Abby. "Hi there dear, I hear you are speaking too? I'm really looking forward to finalising your notes with you, I have to say, a beautiful young lady on that stage will make a very refreshing change, you could be our secret weapon, come on lets go". Abby was both flattered and appalled. She hated male chauvenism, and just wanted to be treated equally, but then, she was there to impress. She was the 4th of their companies 5 speakers, and the speeches were due to begin in about 90 minutes time. She was feeling nervous, but eager to please. She thought they were having lunch first, but Tony led them all off into a small office. The other women were involved in much more menial stuff, and Abby was sat with some of the biggest names in the company. She was somewhat overawed to be honest, but glad that she still had Dave by her side. "OK folks" started Tony, "the bad news is, we aren't having lunch, but, I have some sandwiches and drinks coming through. We really need to make the most of today, we could secure some life changing business, so we need to get it right." As he spoke, the doors opened, and an astonishing platter was layed out infront of them. Abby wasn't really hungry, her stomach was doing summersaults, but she gratefully poured herself a cup of coffee. The next 45 minutes passed so quickly. She was in a different world. She was delighted to be there, but terrified of making a howler and messing up the whole day. She was a 19 year old girl on her first conference. Of course the directors knew this and she was briefed fully. She sipped through 3 cups of coffee without even thinking about it, when, 30 minutes before the speeches began, they were told to have a break. Abby was grateful of this, as she could, once again, feel her bladder starting to demand her attention. A quick trip to the ladies room would be very welcome indeed. She stood up, but Tony said, "Abby, would you mind waiting behind, I could do with a quick 5 minutes with you". Her heart sank, but she agreed and retook her seat whilst everyone else left the room. Tony started talking to her about who was who, and how to impress them. He complemented her on her suit, saying it was just the look that screamed professional business woman, the minutes ticked by as her bladder slowly filled, until there was only 5 more minutes left until the speeches were due to begin. Her bladder now was starting to become distracting, and the thought of having to hold it throughout was not a good one, so she knew she would have to excuse herself. "I'm sorry sir, but could I just quickly freshen up before we begin?" "Oh, yes, of course" he replied, "do hurry though, as we don't have much time" "I will" she replied, standing up, "I won't be a minute" She turned and headed for the door, but it flung open and she was greeted by a flustered looking man. "Tony, are you planning on joining us?" he almost shouted, "speeches are starting in 5 minutes, get through here now" "Sorry love" he added, looking Abby up and down, "You must be Abigail, I'm Martin, the company director". She did a little curtsey, partly out of respect, and partly to stop herself jigging about, now she was standing, her bladder was demanding her full attention. "Abby's just nipping to freshen up" said Tony, but he was shot down immediately, "No time for that, don't worry dear, you look amazing, come on now", Tony stood, and they were led away before Abby could protest. They moved swiftly down the corridor, passing the ladies room as they went. She thought about just ducking in, but it was more than her job was worth, so she continued into the conference room. As she entered she saw her friends, giving a nervous smile and wave, but Martin kept on leading her to thefront of the conference hall. It was absolutely packed, there must have been about 400 people in there, and the thought of speaking infront of these people sent a shiver through her. She was led to the very front of the room and up onto the stage by Martin, who sat right next to her. "OK" he said, "I hope you've got a great speech prepared, this is such a big day for the company, and I've heard nothing but great things about you. If you nail this you are in line for a very healthy bonus." Without further ado, introductions began, and the first speaker was introduced. Abby's mind was racing, she looked out over the sea of people as the first guy started to talk, in a really dull, and monotone voice. She was barely paying attention though as she looked at the very back of the room, lit up like a beacon to taunt her was a sign for the LADIES. Her bladder was making itself known, and felt even worse now the nerves had started to kick in. A quick glance at the running order told her that hers was the 5th, and final speech, not the 4th as she'd been told earlier. The first speaker droned on for just over 25 minutes, during which Abby's need rose alarming quickly, she kept having furtive glances accross towards the ladies room door wondering if she could make a quick dash for it between speeches. When the first guy finally finished everyone stood to applaud, Abby followed suit, but to her horror the second speaker was introduced immediately. Martin leaned over to her and said, "Well I hope yours is better than that yawn-fest, that was bloody awful", "haha, I'm glad you said that" giggled Abby, "I hope they don't all last that long". She was desperate to hear that the speeches would be over quickly, because without an interval there was no way she wouldn't have very wet knickers after 2 and a half hours. "They seem so much longer when they're so boring don't they" he repeated, giving nothing away. The second speech was slightly shorter, but no a lot, it was another 20 minutes, and by the end of it Abby was starting to get seriously bursting. She was pleased with the chance to stand up to applaud, and as she frantically looked towards the ladies room, she saw 2 girls near the back make a quick dash for them. How she longed to do the same, she looked over to Martin, who was applauding furiously. He was terrifying, but it was starting to get urgent, "Erm, could I please just..." started Abby, hardly beleiving what she was abut to do, but she had to ask to be excused for a second. "It's OK Abigail" said Martin, talking right over the top of her, "I know what your thinking, more coffee, I'm on it", he shouted over a waitress and ordered large lattes for everyone up on the stage. Abby could have screamed, more coffee was absolutely the last thing she needed, she started to protest, but the third speech was being introduced, she had no choice but to just squeeze her thighs together and sit back down. The coffees arrived 5 minutes later and Abby was starting to bounce her legs around, her need was getting so very urgent. As she sipped slowly at her coffee she convinced herself that there had to be an interval after this speech, and if there wasn't she would have to admit her need and make a frantic dash for it. As the speech droned on Abby was getting more and more desperate. She was trying to keep her thighs pressed together tightly, as her feet beat on the floor like a drum. 25 minutes he went on for and by the end she was nearly beside herself, as she stood up to applaud, she felt like she was going to lose control. She bent double, and was about to beg Martin for a wee when to her absolute delight, the speaker announced a short, ten minute interval. "Oh thank god" she gasped out loud, as she made her way to the edge of the stage. The sound of chairs scraping across the floor filled the room, as Martin stopped her, "Should we go through your speech again" he asked, but there was no way she could be denied, she absolutely had to have a wee, it was becoming extremely urgent. "NO" she stammered a bit too loudly, barely stopping her frantic dash, "I need to, I mean, I'm just nipping to the ladies room quickly", He tried to protest, but she was like a woman possessed. storming past him towards the sign she'd been staring at for the past hour. Her bladder was screaming at her, just like it had been in the services earlier, she absolutely had to wee, she needed it. "Just hold on girl" she thought, as she gritted her teeth. To her horror though, as she got to the ladies she was greeted with a queue snaking out of the door. "No no no no no, not now" she muttered as she joined the end of it. There must've been 15 people waiting outside the door, with good knows what sort of drama going on inside. This could not be happening she thought, as she stood in line, trying to hide her frantic desperation. 10 minutes later, the queue had started to die down, and she was just at the enterence to the door. There was no hiding it anymore, she was desperate, absolutely bursting for a wee, she was grinding her thighs together and bobbing up and down, as she peered past the woman infront of her she could see that there were just 3 cubicles, and still about 5 desperate ladies before her. Her mind raced, and her heart pounded, as a toilet flushed and the woman at the front dashed in. At that moment she heard an announcement that caused her to yelp out. "OK, thats the end of the interval, please make your way back to your seats". She couldn't be late, she was on the stage, next to the main company director, but she had to wee, she absolutely had to, there was no way she could hold it for another hour, and certainly no way she could give a speech like this. It was now or never, she pushed past the woman in front of her and ran to the front of the line. She was greeted by an 18 year old PA, who was pressing a hand into her crotch. Abby's mind raced, as she started to beg, "Please, please, please can I cut the line" she pleaded, as the young girl looked horrified. There was a protest from a girl three girls back, but Abby continued, "Look, its an absolute emergency, I'm absolutely bursting for a wee, and they're calling for us back". "We all are" said the girl second in line, "Fuck off and wait your turn like everyone else". "I know" stammered Abby, "But, but I'm on the stage, and have a presentation to do, I have to go back now, but I absolutely must wee first, if I don't I'll wet myself for sure". Her pee dance was getting more and more frantic as she spoke, but the girl at the front almost broke down. "I neeeeeeedddd to weeeeeee" she wailed, "I'm sorry but I'm bursting, Its starting to come out". At that moment Sue came charging into the ladies room, her terrifying line manager. "Abigail, what on earth are you doing in here, everyone is back on that stage apart from you, Martin looks fucking seething, you're showing us all up". At that moment, a toilet flushed, and the heavenly sound of a lock sliding open filled the room. "Please" begged Abby, looking longingly at the next girl in line, but she just pushed past her, lifting her skirt as she went, revealing an already substantial wetspot on her baby pink knickers. Seconds later the sound of a huge, hissing deluge filled the room, as the PA gasped out in relief. "NOW" commanded Sue, staring at Abby. Her bladder screamed, as the thought of not being able to pee tormented her, then out of nowhere, SSSSSS, she lost control, just for a second, but it was enough, she hoiked up her skirt and thrust both of her hands between her legs. "SUE" she begged, praying almost for divine intervention. "I absolutely must pee, and they wont let me cut the line". "There's no time" said Sue, "I need you out here now, you'll have to hold it." "I can't" she gasped, "I really can't, its coming out now" She was frantic at that point, and saw a cocktail glass on the side. Her mind raced, she had to find some relief, she grabbed it, pulled aside her panties, and thrust it between her legs. Immediately a blast of pee shot from her tightly clenched lips, and as she allowed herself to relax her stream blasted out at incredible force. The girl at the front of the line started to protest, "You dirty bitch, stop it, oh god, oh please stop it" she was in a furious pee dance, and watching Abby find relief was clearly not helping her. Sue stormed over, just as the glass filled, and it was so hard to stop peeing, as her bladder just wanted to empty itself. "UUUMMMPH" she grunted as she got herself under control. She placed the glass on the side, it was full to the brim of frothing, almost clear business woman piss. "I'm so sorry" she said to Sue, "I absolutely had to do that". Her stomach still ached, and her bladder demanded its full relief, the pain of having to hold on again once the floodgates had opened was agony. The glass was only small, probably about 150ml, and she felt like she had an ocean trying to thrash out from between her legs. "I'll deal with the disgusting show I've just witnessed later on, but get back on that stage this instant" replied Sue, with a face like thunder. She ushered her towards the door of the Ladies, with a bladder still uncomfortably full. She was panicking as she headed back to the stage. How much longer would it be til she could finish her wee. She tried to convince herself that now she'd taken the edge off it, she'd be fine, but she felt anything but fine. She pressed her thighs together as she staggered back up to the stage, where she was greeted by Martin, who looked bright red. "ABIGAIL" he boomed, "Where the hell have you been, do you realise how important these speeches are, I knew it was a risk putting a little girl in charge of the most important one, people kept telling me you were driven, that you had something special, but you don't seem to be taking this seriously at all!" Her bottom lip started to quiver. She couldn't cry, not here, but her bladder screamed at her and she was being literally shouted at by the most important man in the company. "I'm sorry sir" she started, "but, erm, well there was a line" she barely even knew what she was going to say. She certainly couldn't tell him the whole story of what had happened in the ladies room, or admit to the fact that she was still easily as bursting as she'd been when the coach stopped earlier and frantically panicking about the possibility of wetting her knickers. "I don't care" said Martin, "I just hope your speech is good, you better not let me down" As he said it the master of ceremonies started to talk, and introduced Abby up the the front. She'd put so much work into her speech that she had to focus. The first ten minutes went well, but her bladder seemed to be filling more. She knew it was the coffee, and she involuntarilly started to bob up and down, rubbing her thighs together. Her need was coming in waves, each one seemingly a litte more urgent than the one before. She started to sweat as she ploughed on through, desperately trying to appear calm and relaxed, but she could hear people whispering. By some miracle she made it to the end of her speech, and actually pressed her hand into her crotch, almost as a celebration. Her mind raced. She'd actually done it, that was it, it was time to pee! Then Martin stood up and took the mic. Abby looked longingly accross to the Ladies room, she knew hers was the last speech, should she just run for it now. Her bladder sensed this thought and demanded it. "Umph" she grunted, as she bobbed up and down. Martin announced over the microphone that they were opening the floor to any questions, to any of speakers, and immediately a sea of hands shot up. Looking at more denial, she felt her legs starting to shake, she didn't know what to do. She'd been so focussed on making it to the end of her speech, that she'd almost convinced herself that would be the end of her trauma. Martin pointed to the first question asker, but Abby was barely listening. "Yes, erm, question for young Abigail, what is it like being a young girl succeding in such a male dominated industry." "Abby" said Martin, handing her the mic. She hadn't prepared for this, she couldn't think straight, her bladder burned, it needed release, sweat poured from her brow, as she started a subtle, but obvious pee dance. "Erm" she stammered "Its erm, yes, its good, all of my male colleagues have been very helpful" She was almost floored by an incredible urge. She looked accross to the Ladies room. Her mind screamed at her to make a run for it, her bladder demanded she run for it. The question asker pushed for more, "At such a young age too, you've done incredibly well, do you see yourself progressing right to the top of the company" "PEE, PEE, PEEEEEEE" her mind screamed, "THE LADIES IS JUST THERE" Out of nowhere, another urge, almost as big as it had been the day she'd wet herself outside weatherspoons. A blast of pee escaped her tightly clenched lips, and soaked into her expensive panties. She tried to press her hand between her legs, but her skirt was too tight, she couldn't get any pressure where she needed it so badly. Another spurt escaped, this time causing a rivulet that she could feel dripping down her thigh. Everyone was staring at her, but she had to pee, right this second! It was, undoubtaby the worst moment of her life. She could hear people sneering and laughing at her, but she was out of control, on stage, and actively starting to wet herself. "I'm err, I'm sorry" she stammered into the mic, "I erm, that is, I'm sorry, I just need a quick break". She dropped the microphone onto the floor and just ran towards the Ladies. She could hear Martin saying something, and others told her to wait, but there was literally only one thing that mattered. More pee escaped from her, as she staggered accross the room. "I'm sorry" she cried, as she went, "I'm so sorry, I have to, I can't wait." Sue stood and tried to block her path again, but she was like a woman possessed. Any delay now, would be absolutely disasterous, she was literally out of control. "Abigail, get back on that stage this instant" commanded Sue, but she didn't even break stride. "I need a weee" she gasped as she pushed open the Ladies room door and saw an open cubicle infront of her. It was literally too much, the sight of a toilet was what she'd been dreaming of for so long, that she started to release as she frantically hoiked up her tight skirt. She could feel pee cascading from between her legs, as she pulled aside the gusset of her panties and collapsed onto the toilet, without even bolting the cubicle door. The relief she felt was like nothing she had ever encountered before, as she literally exploded a deluge of pent up pee into the bowl below. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she gasped "oh my god, I've needed this for so long, oh a pee, oh I thought I'd never get to do it" she was crying as her stream dwindled down to a trickle, sobbing and peeing for all she was worth. She was lightheaded and the whole bottom half of her body tingled and relaxed. She seemed to pee on for ages, before finally she felt empty. Only at that stage did she assess the damage. She stood up and immediately felt how wet her panties were, she she removed them. She was also mortified to feel the inside of both thighs, and then noticed the streaks running down the back of her ridiculously expensive designer skirt. The mess she'd made on the floor of the, clearly, well maintained Ladies room was clear for all to see too. At that stage, Sue came charging in. Abby expected the telling off of her life, but seeing the state that she was in, she saw a different side to Sue. Her make up had run down her face where she had been crying, and her glistening legs, streaked skirt, and sopping wet panties in hand clearly showed there'd been quite a serious accident. "Oh my God Abby" said Sue, "What on earth happened, how can you just pee yourself" Abby, still crying started "I don't know, I had to go so bad, I told you I had to go. I couldn't wait, I tried, I really tried, I got through my speech, and then there was questions, it hurt, and I tried to stop it but my skirt was tight and I needed it, and I wet myself!" she cried more as Sue hugged her. "Do you have a weak bladder or something?" questioned Sue "We've all had to go at these events, but you don't just wet yourself." "I don't know Sue, but I premise I couldn't help it". "Get yourself cleaned up and I'll tell them you're ill she said, as 2 giggling girls came into the Ladies. Abby locked herself back inside her cubicle and dried her legs. She'd made a huge show of herself, but as much as she tried to think about all she could think about was the coach trip back tomorrow!! But that's another story.....
  6. (Well, this is just a random story I wrote. Been playing one of my OCs again and wanted to write something about them. Would do something a bit more plot and character related but…council. Art for reference: https://www.dropbox.com/s/10d4een7p5zzp35/The%20Red%20Knight.jpg?dl=0) The Red Knight(Whom I will often be calling Red for simplicity.) was nervous. This was her first attempt at leading herself. She and Robin were pupils to the master tactician Travis, part of his four person squad that served the Omega and his goals. Normally he lead lead the squad on missions, his powerful control of the battlefield keeping them all alive. But as one of his two tacticians in training, she had to learn to do it as well. At least she couldn’t do worse than Robin, she figured. The man had destroyed his foes, but his leadership left a bit to be desired. He almost seemed to delight in throwing his units in situations they barely escaped, leaving the unit with six heavily injured soldiers, two lightly injured, and only two healthy. Robin had done most of the work himself, his physical protection rather than guidance keeping the soldiers from outright dying. She promised herself she would do better. Today it was just her and the ten women that formed the mercenary group they were currently working with. Tyra, the elder blue dragon who opposed Tiamat for control of the chromatics, was off battling the mother of dragons. Her adopted daughter, Jill, originally Tiamat’s daughter and a massive red dragon who had taken the Red Knight’s master as her mate, was with her. She couldn’t help but feel jealous when she thought of the red. She had vied for her master’s attention before, but he did not seem interested in placing it on a student. Every time Jill kissed him, or greeted him with one of her powerful hugs, she burned with jealousy. All she got was friendly greetings and the usual advice. Pushing her absent companions out of her mind for now, she turned to face her squad. They were lined up, geared up and ready to go. Scanning down the line of mercenaries, Red nodded in approval. “Alright ladies, here’s the plan. Our job is to destroy the shadow sources so the Omega can hold the zone. We’ve done this before, should be a routine job. I’ll be leading this time. I may not do as well as Travis, but I’ll do a better job than Robin did.” At that several of the women grinned. “We’re ready when you are commander.” One of the mercs, Carissa, said. She was one of the more experienced woman, and wore heavy scale armor with a pair of battleaxes at her sides and long, light brown hair down to her shoulders. The Red Knight nodded and concentrated. Her mind washed over the team, and she could feel all of their emotions, all of their conditions. She was the battlefield. The team turned and vanished in one concerted teleport, appearing on a field of semisolid shadow. Three glowing nexus’s floated above the ground around the area, and a variety of shadow creatures already stalked the ground. “Go!” she shouted into everyone’s minds, and they were off. Red felt her chess pieces flood onto the battlefield, spectral images of herself in different uniforms standing guard over her teammates and flitting about the battlefield, shadows of glowing red energy. First, she took stock of all her troops. Carissa was at the vanguard, both axes drawn as she leaped upon a shadowy humanoid. Her axes tore into its essence with ease, the magical weapon tearing shadow like flesh. Right behind her was Diana, an exceptionally tall and supremely arrogant blonde. She wore heavy plate armor, but it barely seemed to slow her. “Try to keep up!” she shouted as she dodged past Carissa, bringing her greatsword to bear against the flank of a massive shadowy worm, a powerful blow driving into its flank. She could feel the warrior was…nervous!? and almost laughed aloud. Now that she was keeping everyone’s statuses, she could see Diana’s true colors. The warrior had already shit herself a bit as she waited for the battle to start, nervous about going into combat again after her serious injury under Robin. Stifling her laughter, she ignored the small lump in the blonde’s pants only she could sense and moved to the next merc. Alesha was next to engage. She held a broadsword tightly in both hands, studded leather armor showing off her curves while giving a bit of protection to complement her mobility, long red hair flaring out behind her as she moved. She danced between the legs of a Titanic shadow, blade cutting out again and again. Once again, the enchanted equipment had a noticeable effect, gashes tearing in the flesh of the shadows legs. It seems her attempts to hamstring it simply wounded it more, however. Anna spun forward after her, her glistening black crystal plate armor radiating fear, her brilliant red hair trialing out the bottom of her helm . It did little good against the shadows, however, and luckily didn’t affect her allies, so she simply resorted to bringing her massive hammer spinning around into the side of the nightmare worm’s maw, joining Diana in attempting to slay the beast. A trio of women were next. Cyan, Cyril, and Cyrene. They all had matching short black hair, and each wore matching chainmail armor, the links glistening mithral. The shortest of them wielded two daggers, one glistening with fire and the other with cold. The middle sister wielded two scimitars, both hissing with acid. The last had a pair of green, glowing arms sprouting from her side, the psionic limbs supporting a pair of dual wielded greatswords that crackled with lightning and thunder, respectively. They moved in unison, the Cyrene, who stood almost as tall as Diana, let the Cyril take her shoulders. Cyan leaped onto hers in turn, and together they launched the smallest sister into the air, sending her crashing into a massive flying shadow. Her daggers dug deep, and she pulled, the best careening towards the ground into the other two’s reach, and they fell upon it. Luna, an archer, stayed back beside the red knight, her white hair long down her back and her body protected by pure black leather armor, enchanted with stealth. It didn’t matter against the shadows, however, and she simply raised her bow and sent a shower of sparkling arrows flying towards another flying shadow, the trail a bright light in the darkness of the realm. A pair of blue haired mages brought up the rear. Both wore their dark blue hair long down their back, dressed in matching red robes and carrying matching black staves. Only their eye colors differentiated, Mina’s eyes a bright green while Mila’s were a light brown. They unleashed waves of magic over the mercenaries, hastening their movements before opening up with spells of light and fire, the shadowy enemies immune to the more effective methods of magical disablement, paralysis and mind control. She could also feel Mila was desperately full and almost groaned. The mage should have gone beforehand if she was so desperate. With everyone’s status accounted for, the whole train of thought taking only a moment, Red moved to engage. Energy flared to life around her, and her whole body glowed with red energy, her sword shifting from metal to pure energy in an instant. She advanced down the middle of the enemies, past her troops, and engaged another titanic shadow. Leaping into the air, powered by a flow of air, she struck its arm and cut clean through, severing the limb. She felt herself stabilize in the air, and rolled in midair, avoiding its other swinging arm. Pushing off of the air she lashed out with psionic power, a shadowy flyer coming at her falling to the ground in pain as she blasted it with a combination of psionic energy and magical fire. Feeling the rush of both magic and psionics flowing full force through her veins, she casually raised her sword and caught the nightmare’s returning arm on it, severing it off and leaving the creature armless. Spurring forward in a burst of psychic emery, she drove her blade through its face, the massive monster dissolving into shadowy essence. With her free hand she raised a shield of arcane energy, catching the powerful cone of icy death launched her way and absorbing it into more energy. Emboldened, she leaped for a worm, but it dived into the ground. Turning, she raised her sword high, and brought it down with a brilliant flash of power, red energy engulfing one of the shadowy nexus’s and obliterating it. Her attention was tugged away for a moment, however, and she realized the perils of maintaining a collective with a group of warrior women. Diana hacked away at the worm in front of her, Anna working on its opposite side and forcing it to keep turning in an attempt to catch ones of them. She was unprepared for the hand that reached down and grasped her. One of the giant shadows had flickered from its position across the shadowy field and appeared beside her. She felt her strength start to drain as its ghostly hand scooped her up in its giant grip, and she let out a scream of fear. Her body went limp and her bladder trembled uncontrollably, leak after leak of pee soaking into her undergarments. Dropping her greatsword, he quickly lost complete control, streams of urine soaking her legs and armor and falling from her, yellow streams cascading down from the giant’s grip. Red’s piece was there, however, and it phased through the giant’s hand, pulling her free and dropping her swiftly and safely to the ground. The giant tried to attack, but roared in pain as a prismatic beam slammed into its side, knocking it backward in a dazzle of rainbow energy. Her bowels were trembling but under control, though she barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief and get her fingers around the hilt of her fallen sword before she looked up and yet out another girly, fearful shriek. The maw of the giant worm she and Anna had been fighting was bearing down on her. It looked badly injured but it was still going to eat her. She let out a mewling whimper more appropriate to a scared little girl than to her massive frame and desperately threw her hands in the way as fear coursed through her. A lout pbblltt sounded as she violently shit herself, dark mush flooding into her underwear and then into her armor as her body forcefully expelled its waste. The smell and sound were both awful and unmistakable. Then end never came, however. Anna lunged forward, massive hammer cracking into the side of the worm’s head and sending it flying to the side, collapsing into a pile of shadowy essence and spiraling away. She turned to Diana, a slightly amused but sympathetic grin on her face, and held out a hand to help her up. Diana sniffled, wiping back the start of tears, and took her hand, letting Anna pull her to her feet. The black armored redhead patted the blonde’s back, and Diana composed herself to head back into the fray. The Red Knight could feel the fear flowing through Diana, the release of her control. It was all she could to do keep control herself, groaning as she doubled over and pushed a small lump of poo into her formerly pristine red panties. Steeling herself, she fought off the rest of the mental assault and lowered her connection to the others a bit. Preparing herself for further attacks, she stood up again, wincing as the lump of poo moved around in her panties. She turned towards the second nexus and sprinted for it, but a shadowy spider the size of an elder dragon rose up in her way, and she skidded to a halt. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a trickle of pee flow down her leg, this time not from someone else’s leak. Cursing under her breath, she watched as it raised its massive leg and took a swipe at her. She leaped forward, dodging the limbs blow and attaching herself to its side, running up the massive limb. When she neared the top, however, it brought another limb swinging up, and the spider’s blow hit her head on. The red energy around her flickered, her powerful barrier absorbing the blow. It faltered, but held fast, and the spider’s leg was deflected away with a screech of pain. The blow rocked her, however, and she could feel a distinct dampness in her panties telling her she had leaked more. Angrily raising her sword, she went straight for its head. Her pieces were still defending the squad, but her lapse in control spread like a wildfire. It was a result of the connection that they hadn’t expected, with both Travis and Robin being male and immune to the overactive bodily functions women suffered in battle. Mila suffered the effects of Red’s leak first, doubling over with a grunt as she pushed a log into her panties. Her desperation was too much to contain with the sudden urge to release. “Mila look out!” Mina shouted as a massive shadowy bird dived towards her sister. Mina tackled Mila to the ground, clearing her from the bird’s path, but its shadowy claws snatched her up. Her bladder was already eager for release and a golden cascade fell down on her sister as Mina was scooped up. Mila felt herself get thrown down and let out a pained sound, groaning as she pushed another log into her panties, involuntarily forcing more out with the impact. She was peeing now as well, desperate to get everything out. Her red robe was horribly stained, but she was shaken from her stupor when Mina’s pee soaked the upper portions of her dress. Concentrating, she forcibly pushed a third log into her panties, then looked up and cast a powerful spell, the shadowy bird turning to pure ice. Seeing that Mina was free, she bore down again, trying to finish wetting and messing her dress as quickly as possible. Everything pooled beneath her where she sat, and she realized this would be a bit too much of a mess for prestidigitation. Mina landed on her feet beside Mila with grace, her feather fall spell gently setting her on the ground. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at her sister’s accident. “I told you you should have gone beforehand.” She scolded. From across the battlefield she heard a massive roar, and turned bright red as she let out a fearful whimper and a blast of hot, liquid mess. The back of her dress darkened, and with the roar, Red’s influence, and the sound of her sister messing herself beside her, she couldn’t hold it back. Another wave of hot muck sprayed out, overwhelming her panties and dress completely and dripping down her legs. She held a horrified expression as a noisy fart escaped her, and then another, longer burst of diarrhea exploded down her legs, liquid poo puddling beneath her as she continued to helplessly shit herself. Luna ran, turning and firing a desperate arrow occasionally. With the others occupying the larger creatures, she found herself being swarmed by every single one of the tiny humanoids. Red’s chess pieces had intercepted many blows, but she had taken several, and she was getting tired. It seemed there was no end to these things. Suddenly, the swarm vanished. She paused, confused. Suddenly she heard a sound and turned. The whole swarm was behind her, using the same blinking some of the others had used. They were on her in an instant. She desperately removed her bowstring, slamming a few creatures back with her bow like a quarterstaff, but soon she was overwhelmed. She felt her essence start to drain into the shadow and panic completely overtook her body. She looked up into the eerily grinning face of a shadow and helplessly lost all control. Pee soaked her black leather armor, not very noticeable but leaving every inch of her bottom soaked. The back bulged out as a large lump of poo forced its way into her tight armor, then more and more forced its way out, spreading along the back of her tight armor like a pancake. Her bottom and legs were soon coated with pee and poo as she felt all light fading, the shadows taking her. Just as her consciousness faded, she saw a bright light pierce the shadows around her. Travis approached the fallen archer, smoking staff still in hand. There was no trace of the pure energy blast that had utterly annihilated the attacking shadows, but he still radiated an aura of power. Slinging the staff over his shoulder, he picked up the unconscious archer. “Just because I am not leading this fight does not mean I will allow anyone to be lost.” He said quietly, and vanished with a flicker of energy, taking the badly injured woman back to their base. The triplets were fighting the remaining big monsters, the other four split off to head for the last gate. The three of them worked in perfect concert, elemental weapons cutting down giants, birds, and worms alike. They seemed untouchable, any hit that broke through tier formation being absorbed by a one of Red’s pieces, their leader still watching out for them. They struck down the last monster with satisfaction, the three of them hugging one another as the last normal monster fades. Diana, Anna, Alesha, and Carissa joined together, cutting down one last worm from their path and heading for the last nexus. The last of the monsters fell behind them, and the Red Knight would end hers soon. As they neared, however, space rippled in front of them. A massive, six winged dragon, its head full of glowing red eyes and its mouth full of massive red fangs, tore its way into the demiplane. An aura of fear radiated off of it, and it let out a massive roar. Its arms moved in casting, and it lashed out at the triplets with a spell, then turned to face the terrified women before it. Diana had enough when the fear aura hit her. Pee she didn’t even know she still had sprayed down her legs at the sight of the dragon, and a fresh burst of waste pushed its way into her armor, spreading the mess even further down her legs and ass. Her legs trembled and she teared up, and when the dragon roared she fainted dead away, bladder, bowels, and bravery exhausted. Carissa faired a bit better, letting out a quiet whimper of fear and clamping down on her muscles as hard as she could, preventing a solid release. Her bladder, on the other hand, couldn’t be stopped, and her tight armored pants echoed with a hiss as she forcefully and fearfully emptied her bladder into them. She stood frozen with fear as she peed herself like a frightened child, whimpering. As the stream died down, the veteran fighter collected herself and advanced towards the massive dragon. Alesha clamped down on her bladder, forgetting about her bowels, the opposite of Carissa. She let out a pained, involuntary groan as the first soft mass pushed its way into her panties, quickly followed by a wave of brown sludge, then another mass and another. She trembled as Carissa did, shitting herself in terror. She was at least spared the childish whimpering thanks to her pained groans. When the dragon roared, her hold on her bladder faltered, and piss sprayed down her legs, studded leather darkening. She looked up, meeting the dragons eyes, and fell to her knees, helpless in the face of its fearsome gaze. Her bladder was going full force now, along with her bowels, and the stench was terrible as she emptied herself into her armor, entirely humiliated and helpless, unable to continue the fight. Anna fared better than her comrades, at least. Her armor reduced the impact of fear on her along with its other effects, and she leaked for a moment, the front of her panties dampening and the back of them browning slightly, but she held it together. Hammer in hand, she shook her head to clear it, then followed Carissa towards the dragon, hoping her other two companions would be okay. It swooped down to meet them, its shadowy form dwarfing them a hundredfold. It released a massive cone of blue fire, but a pair of Red’s pieces stepped in the way, the ones dressed as bishops, and they dispersed the fire to either side, leaving the pair unharmed. Anna could swear she heard a “Tsk” from the dragon. It descended, and its claws reached out, grabbing at the pair. Carissa activated her ring, and teleported out of the way. Anna tried to dodge, but there was no way she could. The claw was just too big. The dragon scooped her up, and seeing Carissa reappear, sent his massive tail spiraling towards her. She looked up too late, and it hit her full on in the stomach, and the rest of her really. The loudest fart yet was heard from the veteran merc as her mess was quite violently forced out of her. One instant her pants were clean, in another they were sagging heavy with foul mess. A full load, enough to make her armored pants sage with a bulge the size of a baseball or two, was pushed out in an instant. Forced by the impact and lubricated by fear, she humiliated herself in less than a second. She went flying across the battlefield, landing in an unconscious heap. Anna looked up at the dragon in horror as it drew her closer to its maw. She felt her muscles trembling, fear slowly gaining ground. As it opened its jaw her bladder opened involuntarily, and the inside of her pristine armor soaked through, the crystals lack of joints causing the pee from her impressive bladder to pool at the bottom of her feet and climb up her legs as she filled the inside of her tight armor with warm, liquid fear. As she entered the darkness of its maw, she felt the edge of a sharp tooth brush her and closed her eyes. Her stomach rumbled, and despite her best efforts, the shadowy, deadly feel of its tooth was enough. She pushed a wave of soft mess into her underwear, then another. More and more soft, firm mess filled her panties, spreading out and coating the inside of her armor in poop. She shook with fear until she finished messing herself, then wondered why she wasn’t dead. Opening her eyes, she saw herself outside the dragon’s mouth, and it was grinning at her. It gently set her down on the ground, and she fell onto her butt in a daze with a splat, only making the mess worse. What was going on? The three twins had just enough time to celebrate their victory before they were thrown into their own illusionary horrors. Cyan found herself in a pit of snakes. The effect was almost immediate. The youngest sister who had a crippling fear of snakes curled up into a ball and sobbed. She didn’t even try to stop herself as she peed full force into her chainmail skirt, soaking her panties and the cloth that guarded her legs from the mail, the puddle spreading over her and soaking her entirely as she hid in a ball of her own piss. Her bowels luckily didn’t hold much, and she quickly pushed a large stool into her underwear, but it was able to contain everything. Cyril found herself looking at a pair of skeletons she quickly recognized as her sisters. Tears stung her eyes and she rushed over to them. “Nonononono! I can’t be!” she whispered tearfully. When she reached them, she knelt down, and let out the loudest shriek of fear yet. The skeletons eye sockets were filled with spiders, her worst fear. Falling back on her bottom, she desperately scrabbled away, leaving a trial of pee behind as her bladder released into her panties and clothes. She managed to make it to the corner of the room, a large trial of pee showing her path across the room. She realized her butt was completely smeared with poop, having involuntarily released everything the instant she saw the spiders. Her capacity wasn’t much greater than Cyan’s but she had dragged it everywhere. Her armor would take hours to clean and her clothes were likely unsalvageable. But at least she was away from the spiders. Cyrene found herself facing her worst fear as well. She found herself in the water. She desperately tried to swim upwards, but her armor was too heavy. She tore at it desperately, but it would not come off. Her oxygen drained quickly with her panic, and soon she was choking, trying to scream as horror completely overtook her. She lost all consciousness as her bladder and bowels emptied at the same time, the water around her yelling and her soaked clothes staining. The back of her armor bulged out immensely, her garments unable to hold her considerable mess back, the clothes and panties horribly stained brown as soft mess drippled down the back of her legs. Back in the real world, the triplets were position as in their illusions, Cyan curled up in a ball, Cyril sat on her messy bottom, and Cylene laying on her back. Eventually, the illusion faded, and the younger two sisters woke to their unconscious and extremely messy older sister. They moved over to her, and with combined effort, lifted her. The Red Knight fought the giant spider as she felt her soldiers crumbling around her. Cursing silently in her head as her attention was drawn to a hundred different places defending them, she cut deep into the spider. The sudden release of so many shook her a moment later however, and she feel, clutching the bottom of her skirt in desperation and also to prevent it from flaring up. Another, slightly larger lump was forced into her panties, and she no longer had any concentration left. She wished she could yell at him, wished she could kill this thing and end it… The other nexus exploded behind her, and she resigned herself to focusing her attention on holding it and freeing the illusioned women. The now larger bulge in her panties was uncomfortable but she could handle it. Her spell carried her gently to the ground, and she banished the illusion on the triplets. She turned upwards, wincing as the spider advanced on her overworked form and raised a leg to crush her. A few streams of pee trailed down her legs, but she knew her ward would protect her. A moment later, however, the massive dragon crashed into the spider, sending it crashing to the ground like a collapsing titan and tearing into it with furious teeth, claws and wing buffets. At least he was helping now. Gathering herself, Red made her way to the last nexus, raising her sword and unleashing another pulse of red, pure energy. Corona, her sword, struck again, and the nexus shattered. The shadowy nature of the plane faded, returning to the harmless demiplane it had once been. Sheathing her sword, she let out a sigh of relief. “At least I made it through relatively clean.” She said aloud to herself. She was still shaky from everyone else’s release, but she had made it. “Boo!” she heard from behind her, and let out a loud squeak. Her weakened bladder gave out and a waterfall of yellow streamed down between her legs, soaking her red panties thoroughly and puddling beneath her, thankfully leaving her skit and legs untouched. Her bowels forced another lump into her panties, then another, and soon the bulge forced them out to their full extent, not quite enough to peak down below her skirt but sizable. Striking out behind her, she spun and punched the giant of a man standing behind her, grinning. Her fist, even charged with energy, didn’t seem to do much, but he winced, a rare sign of pain from the giant of a man. Somewhat satisfied, she growled at him. “What the hell was that about, Robin!? I had this under control, we had it won! And then you had to go and take out the rest of my soldiers!? Are you just jealous I was doing better than you!?” Robin couldn’t contain a chuckle, putting his hand on the average sized woman’s head and easy task for the seven foot tall half giant. “Perhaps. Perhaps the master just wanted me to amuse him.” Red blushed hotly, but she knew Robin was teasing her. He knew of her affection, and its lack of return. She didn’t need his teasing right now. Shaking her head, she retorted. “Maybe you just wanted a show. It doesn’t matter I suppose, as long as master realizes how well we would have done without your intrusion.” They both knew he didn’t interfere for his own desires. He was willing to amuse others tastes but he wouldn’t go out of his way for it. But it was the only defense she had. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go gather up the army that you threw all over the battlefield.” She added with a huff. Turning, she let out an eep as she felt Robin;s hands grab her legs and back and scoop her up. “Travis is taking care of that.” He told her. “I’m to take you back.” “Let go of me you big oaf!” she shouted in indignation, punching uselessly at his shoulder. He turned away from the scene and she slumped against his shoulder, basking in the warmth of his body as they left the cold, shadowy plane. “You did a wonderful job.” Travis told her, smiling. She had just returned from the plane with Robin, slipping out of his grip and going to meet Travis while the others cleaned up. She shifted uncomfortably in her messy panties, though she knew there was no trace of her accident visible. The energy around her kept the smell from escaping. She liked to keep her accidents secret, especially when they were intentional or prolonged. “You defended the squad in an exemplary manner, and still fought well yourself. You did, however, fail to keep Luna well-guarded. Dedicate someone to that next time, had I not interfered you would have lost her.” His voice was the same monotone no matter which part he was delivering, which was a bit creepy. “You did much better than Robin, at least. If not for his interference that would have gone off well. Congratulations, Red Knight. You have earned the right to lead your own squad.” Red beamed with pride. For once, she was flooded with happiness. This was her goal. She was affirmed as good enough, as strong enough, to be a commander in the Omega Watch. It was an exhilarating feeling. It was missing one thing, however. She wished he would reach over, grope her bottom through her skirt like he always did with Jill. Anything. But there was nothing but a sense of pride over her accomplishment, pride of her growth. Nothing more emotional than that. And while she was happy, excited, she was also forlorn. “Thank you, commander.” She managed, keeping her voice as formal as possible. Bowing her head in farewell, she left the room. Robin was waiting outside the door, joining her in her walk the instant she exited. “Jealous?” she asked. “Hardly.” Robin replied, rolling his eyes. “You were always better at leading. An exemplary performance indeed. Just one little flaw.” His hand reached under her skirt, groping her messy ass. “Pervert! Jerk!” she shouted, shoving him away and protectively covering her butt. He laughed once again, raising his hands defensively. “I was just pointing it out. None of your squad noticed.” Putting his arm around, her started leading her towards her quarters as she pouted. “I…think I understand how you feel. Sorry about that. Are you going to be alright?” She was silent for a moment. “I’ll have to be, won’t I?” Robin was aware of her longing, the only one here who was. He had comforted her when there was no one else, and while neither of them thought there was more than close friendship between them, she needed something to distract her. And often, he needed something to distract him. He had his own issues. “Just…maybe come with me, alright?” He nodded and pulled her close, petting her hair as the pair entered her quarters. He didn’t know if she meant as someone to cry on or for something more intimate, but he would support her regardless. Sometimes he wondered if his master knew, or cared. Of course he knew, and of course he cared. So what game was he playing? (If anyone is up for rping in this setting by the way I’d be up for it. PM, I have some ideas if you don’t. And of course, comments and criticism. My proofreading is lazy and my writing is shaky so I need all the help/support I can get. And I swear the other two parts of Kagero story are coming.)
  7. female [REQUEST]

    There is a pretty old video entitled "I Can't Hold It, I Gotta Pee, Vol 1" Does anyone have that one?
  8. Gang, Here's a thread for staged and preplanned female desperation videos. No-Nos for this thread: Copyrighted material you do not own (links to owning site usually OK), Fights (don't know about play fighting – Shu?), Male desperation and under-age desperation as defined for this forum. Example: Lunaria bursting http://omorashi.org/files/download/39-lunaria-bursting-to-pee-in-shorts/ Thank you, Stanley
  9. Hello, hello..And welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories: Version 2! A few things will have changed from the original here , but Faust assures you that it should be a bit...neater, and cleaner than the previous one. Faust thanks all of you for all of the replies, selections, and stories from the last one..And Faust hopes one day that we catch up to the predecessor! A few things will be the same as old, and a few things will be new. So, without further delay, Faust will begin said introduction to things...! As usual, there are choices to be made, even this early on. And, as before....Faust expects this one to be a myriad of stories, rather than one long drawn out one. [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (The Ever Popular setting from before returns: But with a twist! Another Note usually was deemed to be whatever...But, in this thread, Another note covers a school day, every time! While this doesn't mean one absolutely has to attend, it generally means you can count on the location of the majority of the cast to be regular as always.) Family Featurettes: (Formerly Faust's Family Featurettes, This story explores the families of the selected character! Whether this involves avoiding, tormenting, or seducing them is up to the commenters, of course...) Sun and Moon, Faust Style: (For all of you Pokemon Fans out there! This will take the story through a world themed around the latest in the pokemon Series, Pokemon Sun and moon. You'll be dropped in at a random point to work with, and it may or may not be related to the mainline story in the fiction thread. ) Faust's Holiday Fun: (A setting based around the holidays! While it's fitting for now, this one will permit you to have the fun of a holiday at any time of the year! Christmas, Halloween, Valentine's Day...Or even birthdays!) Faust's Magical Academy: (A setting based around the Magical Academy that Faust has created. With a Hierarchy of rank, and a disproportionate ratio of female to male students, one can expect a charged session through this. And that's not including the actual magic courses, if you can tear yourself away from the affections) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters!) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to Decide! One may end up in a world already known, or something new entirely! It's entirely up to AuthorFaust, and results may vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable..) Faust's Town Adventures: (A setting where you are able to go around on a day off, rather than attend school and classes. While by no means do you rule the town, you can find many people on these days off...and surely you can come up with some kind of shenanigans during this timeframe....) Private Bedroom: (For those times when you don't want a serious plot, but merely raw lust, or a prolonged session with another: This one cuts the chaff of getting into a vulgar situation by letting you start with that lust out in the open air!) (Must be playing on Vulgar rating) (Others may be added at a later date) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] The lead of the majority of Faust's Fics, and one that is most known. Prominent in bouts of adventure, and Lust...(To the point of being spiritually linked to Saril, the Goddess of Lust), Faust usually has a gentle personality, but suffers from a troublesome urge to do whatever he's told....Especially by females. [Notes: Holds a [Wet Note] at all times. Able to be used in any storyline.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] A twin-tailed pinkette, with a curvy figure, and a cutesy, third person person manner of speaking. Though a lot of people have their eyes on her, she only has eyes for one... [Notes: Only Engages in Lustful activities with Faust, and is unlikely to willingly pee outside of a toilet...More likely to hold to the point of an accident. Cannot be selected as the main character in Family Featurettes] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] A green haired girl with a long ponytail, and a modest figure. Her stern, no-fun-allowed attitude seems to rub some people the wrong way...But it seems something else is being hid by the girl with an amazingly embarrassing, lustful family. [Notes: Sometimes Holds a [Wet Note] at stories. Unlikely to engage in lewd activity, without some firm nudging, or high needs...] Eoria Karakuri: [Female] A silver haired girl, with a mind for science, a modest figure....and a naughty side barely concealed. Creator of the robotic figure O.M.O.R.A., She tends to get involved in some projects, to the point of neglecting certain needs... [Notes: Can modify OMORA during her runs. Cannot be Selected for Magical Academy. Starts with a Desperation Visor] Saiga Giriko: [Female] A crimson haired girl with a mind for mechanics, a sizable figure....And a much more serious nature. Partner to Eoria, and self-proclaimed Domme, Saiga knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to tell you how she feels about something. [Notes: Can Modify OMORA during her runs: Cannot be selected for Magical Academy.] Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] A petite girl with orange hair, held up in twintails similar to dog ears, earning the Moniker 'Chihuahua.' She has a natural curiosity towards some lewder things, and is very eager to please...And to indulge in a little harmless, mischievous fun. [Notes: Always has an 'Omo-Weekly' on hand, and a bottle of water. Cannot be used for Magical Academy) [And More to be unraveled as stories unfold] [Guest Characters:] (Unlike last time: This is not a place for Suggestions of new characters. No, It's a segment to establish what kind of characters you can find, and in what stories. The last one was pretty muddled, after all....And this will let you know which story to pick to see someone. In addition, certain characters can be unlocked through repeated interaction with them. While the whole list won't be revealed off the bat, each category has a few examples...) Another Note: [You are likely to run into Fellow Students, and Authority Figures.] (Examples Include: Ellie Troit, Lillica Plumb, and Youmu Konpaku) Family Featurettes: [You are likely to run into characters related to your player character] (Examples include: Juuni Neptunia, Wynnda Tatsumaki, Penelope) Sun and Moon: [You are likely to run into characters in the pokemon Verse] (Examples include: Moon, Lillie, Acerola) Holiday Fun: [You are likely to run into certain guest characters, celebrating a holiday...or are fitting for a holiday.] (Examples Includes Nikki Redfield, Flandmir Treepes and Etna) Magical Academy: [You are likely to run into students of the magical persuasion.] (Examples include Reisen, Megumin, and Evangeline) Beach Adventures: [You are unlikely to find anyone new, but you may find some old friends....] (Examples include Flonne, Kat, and Hisa) Town Adventures: [You are likely to find those that you could meet around town, even from different schools..] (Examples include Monaca, Rena, and Lyna) Author's Choice: [You are likely to run into anyone. The author decides, after all...] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (Similar to last time, Faust has imposed a sort of (Rating System) on these stories. While it's more of a loose guidelines in the original, here, it's a bit more...enforced.) Plot: A rating for those who care more about the story, and less about the lewd. Accidents, and vulgar acts are to a minimum: Storybuilding and plotlines are key. Lewd: This setting is the default setting. While there is a decent amount of story, accidents are both more commonplace, and more..noted. A healthy balance of plot, and play. Naughty: This setting adds in naughty release, through self-pleasure and other means...Usually with one's clothes on. A step up from Lewd, but a step below... Vulgar: This setting adds in vulgar release, through others, as well as all above. Sexual acts are more common, and noted on, than actual plot. One must be willing to bear it all, in this setting.... In Addition: Certain Tags may be added, prior to said story in order to activate certain scenes. While the list starts small, it may grow in time... Tags: Yaoi: This setting will primarily focus on males, and their lust for one another. Yuri: This setting will primarily focus on females and their lust for one another. Messing: This setting will add [Or Focus on], stomach-related bathroom urges. More to come... ============================================================================================================================================= Items: (Seeing as Items were mostly overlooked last time...Faust has done a few modifications to how they work...) Items Now work on a 3 story cooldown, without a token cost. Certain characters will have some items at all times, but other items have to be requested by 2 or more people... One may request an additional [2] items per story. [Items selectable are...] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A lewd Magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish girls needy for Lewd release [Naughty or Higher] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher: Activates the [Messing] Tag, even if it wasn't already applied to the story] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher. Neglect may add a tag...] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. Vulgar Pills: These pills will actively stimulate your libido, for 2 time periods! No matter what you do, you won't lower in Libido.....No matter how much lewdity you perform! [Vulgar or Higher] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one.. Bottle of Water...?: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something.. [Others to come] ============================================================================================================================================= Q&A: Here, Faust will hope to answer some questions that people may have.......To pre-empt some issues. Q: Why is [Insert character name here] Not playable anymore? A: Faust has chosen a baseline of characters to start things up, based on ease of writing, and the general influx of posts. Just because a character isn't immediately playable, doesn't mean that they are unable to ever be considered playable again Q: Are Achievements still a thing? Or Achievement tokens? A: Faust has decided to make the unlocks Merit based, rather than token based. An achievement list, without having constant availability to update due to the editing system would be rather troublesome.... Q: Why is [World Name Here] Not a pickable Option? A: Same as the first question: Faust has given a general setup for worlds he can easily translate. Q: Is the plot we worked for un-done? Do we have to start over? A: The continuity has always been fast and loose. The general ideas have remained. To give a small list: [OMORA] has been created, [Ria and Chrona] Are transfer students, and [Flonne and Etna] are Technically angels of Saril Q: Will the bounty Board be coming back? A: Faust deems it unlikely. Q: Will we be able to submit playmates again? A: At a later date, Faust considers it a possibility. But for now, let's just relax, and enjoy the holiday. Q: [Insert Hateful Comment here] A: Faust is sorry you feel this way, and apologizes for displeasing you. Q: Is the old Thread being completely abandoned? A: Faust plans to abandon it...After the current storyline for it is up. Faust can answer other questions, as they come up. For now, Faust just hopes you enjoy the thread for what it is, and forgive Faust for being bad with...what is the term....Holding back? ============================================================================================================================================== [Select your character, Location, Rating, Tags* and Items* now, and as always: Thank you for participating in Faust's interactives.] * means Optional
  10. I have had a female friend for some years...just a platonic relationship that has grown into a very close friendship. Somehow circumstances when we met, made me disregard it as a potential relationship...even though I knew she had a crush on me. Just didn't feel right...kinda hard to explain. But we have been on travels together just the two of us, and shared beds in hotels etc...so we were very intimate, just not lovers. The strange thing about it for me, was that I could never imagine her being into anything kinky...and maybe that made me doom a relationship with her to fail...and I cared too much about her to pretend anything that could end up hurting her. This summer we went on a trip together, and she confided that she had been dating a guy...but didn't want him anyway because she was in love with me. So I was sort of forced to come clean...and vaguely told her that I couldn't imagine us together, because I felt my sexuality would be incompatible with hers. This went on a week or so, and she kept pressing on what it was...and I just couldn't bring myself to telling her. Until this one evening in a hotel in a big city with lots of lights and gambling (you do the math)...and we had had quite a few drinks. We were hanging out with our friends in a bar and it was getting pretty late...so at one point we stood up to go to our room, and she said something to the effect of "I need to pee...so lets just get going". Being a bit drunk, it somehow led to us getting to our room...and started making out right away. She said she really needed to pee...but didn't want to go right there...so she joked that if I pressed to hard on her bladder, she would end up peeing herself. I guess that just made me even more enthusiastic...and we just kept making out and fondling, and ended up in the bed. She kept talking about her needing to pee...but I just kept holding her there...and we just laughed about it for a while. But then I just told her...."wanna know my secret? ...I really think that it's incredibly sexy when a grown woman pees herself" ... "Is that all?" she replied..."wow what a relief...I thought it would be something really strange!" "Oh...so you don't find that revolting or strange?" ..."No...that's kinda cute" We just kept on kissing and fondling in the bed...and at one point I could see a wet spot growing in her crotch To make this already very long story a bit shorter, the rest of the trip became very intense and very wet! And the past month since we came back home, it has just continued...and her favorite fun is to surprise me all the time with wetting herself when I am the most unaware...and see how long it takes for me to notice She confided in me that she wet her bed until she was 11...so she felt it was liberating just to pee whenever she wanted, and get sexually rewarded. Bottom line is that she has ended up very wet every time I have seen her since...and she even seems to enjoy to admire the wet spots on her pants I could not have imagined that we would end up where we are now, just a couple of months ago. A couple of pics where she decided to soak her jeans this weekend
  11. Hi All! I've got something really exciting to share with everyone! This is a kind of follow up the previous interactive pee holding challenges. This time I delved into making and artificial intelligence (AI)-based chat companion (bot). This is my very first try, also in pre-pre-pre-release alpha version, but it also needs some help from the community. Because it is an AI it needs to learn, and the best way is to chat with it. The bot is configured such that it can pick up phrases and idea from its chat buddies, so it evolves on its own to some extent without any programming input! Here's a link http://www.botlibre.com/browse?id=18667020 Click on 'Chat' or 'Chat Room' buttons there to start. Chat is always one-to-one, chat room can be with some other people (better login in this case to have some name different from anonymous02) At this point, it is far from ideal, and if you are not limiting your responses to single-words like yes/no all the time it can get quite hilarious too! Please, let me know what you think, and I will keep tinkering with the bot to make it better!
  12. Accepting requests for omorashi related art! Please don't ask for a real person… anime/ cartoon characters are a lot easier. Also I prefer to do female, so I might not accept a male request. *Note: This is my first art thread, and I just finished my first project today. All I can do is try.
  13. here are all of my favourites hope you enjoy beach_peeing_on_spring_break.flv Beach-X-ray pees through swimming suit.avi bikini step.flv bikini_pee_home.wmv Breanna Peeing Her Bikini.flv deliberate_bikini_wetting.mp4 Drew in the dunes 03 DivX503.avi Girl wets bikini on beach - proper edit.avi Pee Pee on Pier- Summer 2009.mp4 pees herself then takes off top.flv
  14. I've recently started a job working in the offices of a large company, and I've been lucky enough to see some nice desperation sightings: During the induction week for the new starters, we had a guy come in and give a long, boring presentation that went on for around 2 hours. The presentation was first thing in the morning, and there was plenty of water, orange juice, tea and coffee being drunk to help people stay awake. Towards the end of the presentation, I noticed a few of the girls in our group were looking quite distracted, looking at the clock and fidgeting in their seats. Two girls sat near me in particular were looking particularly desperate - a very attractive blonde wearing tight black trousers and heels, and a cute brunette wearing a tight pencil skirt and heels, both in their early 20s. The blonde was quite red in the face, and was constantly shifting in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs every so often and taking frequent glances towards the clock. The brunette was leaning back in her seat with her legs crossed, bouncing her foot around and biting her lip. Both girls were looking worried and seemed to be debating whether or not to face the embarrassment of walking out of the room in front of us all. As the presentation finally finished, both girls shot up out of their seats before anyone else and hurried towards the door, wearing tense expressions and taking small, mincing steps. The presenter then realised he'd forgotten to mention something and spoke for a few more seconds, and both girls had to pause on their way out, the blonde crossing her legs tightly and the brunette gritting her teeth, resting her hand on the front of her skirt. They hurried out of the room as soon as the guy finished talking, along with a few others who were clearly also feeling the effects of a very full bladder. While sitting at my desk, I noticed that a senior manager (very attractive, curvy blonde lady in her 40s wearing a smart skirt suit, tights and heels) who was sat near me on a long conference call was looking quite tense, and was fidgeting about a lot in her seat. She had been sat there for well over 2 and a half hours and in that time had finished a large Costa coffee and at least two smaller cups of coffee from the machine in our office that people had brought her, as well as a cup of water. She was quite flushed and as I watched her, she sat right on the edge of her seat and was pushing her thighs together tightly, resting her hands on top of them. She seemed to be getting more and more frustrated that her meeting was overrunning, until she finally said very matter-of-factly 'Sorry to interrupt, but I have to ask that we try to wrap things up fairly soon'. She paused for a second, listening to someone talking, before laughing and saying 'Yes, and I've been sat here for nearly 3 hours and had about 3 cups of coffee, so I’m reaching my limit!'. She had to hang on for another few minutes, squeezing her thighs together and bouncing her knees, trying to concentrate on making her final points despite the immense pressure she must have been feeling in her bladder. Finally, the meeting was over and she hurriedly said her goodbyes before throwing down her headset and hurrying very quickly past me towards the toilets, her heels clicking quickly on the floor, smoothing down her skirt as she went. She came back after a couple of minutes looking very relieved! While sitting at my desk doing some work, a slim, attractive woman in her 30s wearing tight jeans and heels came over to speak to a project manager sat next to me. It was around lunchtime, and I overheard her say she had just come out of a very long meeting, which she was moaning to the guy sat next to me about. I noticed that she looked quite flustered and couldn't stand still for a second, constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot and crossing her legs one way then the other. At one point, he said something to make her laugh and she bent forwards for a second, resting her hands on her thighs before straightening up and resuming her fidgeting. We were sat fairly near the toilets, so she had obviously hurried to the loo after her meeting only to get caught up in conversation while she was dying to go (the guy she was talking to has a tendency to talk for ages as well). Eventually, after a lot more leg crossing and she managed to finish the conversation and turned towards the toilets, only to see that they had just been closed for cleaning! She moaned quietly in frustration and bounced on the spot, before hurrying off towards the closest set of toilets further down towards the other end of the office while looking around in slight embarrassment. Last week I had to attend a morning meeting around 2 hours drive away, and I got a lift with two women who were also attending, Jane (late 20s, athletic and quite attractive, wearing tight black trousers) and Emma (about 21, slim and gorgeous with long dark blonde hair, who was wearing a short skirt and black tights). Emma was driving, I was in the front seat and Jane was sat in the back. After we’d been driving about an hour and a half, I noticed that while both of the girls had been very chatty at the start of the drive, they now seemed to be distracted and were much quieter. They mentioned earlier that they had both drunk a large cup of tea before we set off, so I’m guessing that both of them were now quickly becoming desperate for the loo, I know I was certainly needing to go. Emma in particular was looking quite anxious, and I noticed that the half litre bottle of water she’d been taking frequent sips from was now nearly empty. As we got closer to our destination, we hit a large queue of very slow moving traffic. Emma sighed as we slowed to a crawl, and I noticed that she was driving with one hand on the wheel, with the other pushing down against her thigh, while squeezing both thighs together tightly – difficult to do when driving! ‘Not far to go now’ she said brightly, but there was a slight strain in her voice and her cheeks were flushed. ‘Good… cos I really need a wee’ Jane said shyly, and I glanced round to see her leaning forwards in her seat with her legs pushed together, resting a hand in between them. ‘I do as well’ I said jokily, and Jane laughed. ‘I’ve actually needed one for the past half hour’ she said, looking worriedly at the long lone of traffic in front of us. Emma, who had been paying attention to the road, suddenly said ‘Oh same, I REALLY need a wee, like, really really need a wee’, leaning forwards in her seat for a second as if to emphasise how badly she wanted to go. To my surprise, she continued. ‘I drink so much water, normally my bladder can handle it. I never go at work, but for some reason when I’m in the car I always need to go.’ Just then, the traffic which had been moving slowly, suddenly stopped. Jane leaned forwards, trying to see what was causing the holdup, and I heard her moan softly under her breath as she sat back down in her seat, squeezing her legs together and tapping her hands on her thighs. Shortly afterwards, the traffic started to move and after a few more anxious minutes, we were at our destination. I got out of the car, really needing to pee now that I was stood up, and Jane and I stood waiting for Emma to lock the car and get her bag out of the back. ‘Ooh… god I need a wee.’ Jane muttered, almost dancing from foot to foot and looking at the office we were visiting. We walked quickly into the reception and told the receptionist who we were meeting, and she called him to let him know that we’d arrived. As she spoke on the phone, both Emma and Jane were looking anxiously round, but there were no toilets to be seen. Jane was gently shifting from foot to foot, and Emma stood with her long legs very tightly crossed, biting her lip and watching the receptionist intently, both of them looking rosy-cheeked and flustered. As soon as she put the phone down, Jane asked her if there were toilets nearby. The receptionist explained that they were inside the office, but we needed to wait for the guy we were meeting to give us our visitor passes and escort us through. ‘Ooh, hope he hurries up’ Emma said quietly, making us both laugh. A few seconds later he arrived, handed us our passes and we followed him down the corridor to the meeting room. As we walked into the room, Jane and Emma hurriedly put their bags down on the table and took off their coats. ‘Sorry but I really must nip to the loo, where abouts are they?’ Jane asked hurriedly, moving quickly towards the door, followed closely by Emma. The guy showed us the way and we all walked quickly down the corridor towards relief. Another sighting featuring Jane from the story above. A few weeks ago, Jane and I were sitting on the bus on the journey home (the company runs its own bus service that runs from the office, through the city centre, and to the suburb where we live, with lots of stops along the way). The route normally takes around an hour, but because of particularly heavy traffic that day, it was taking about 20 minutes longer. As the bus got close to our stop, I noticed Jane sat just in front of me and across the aisle. She was sitting with her legs very tightly crossed, which was difficult to do as there isn’t much leg room on the bus, bouncing them every so often with a hand pushed between them. Every time the bus stopped, she leaned out of her seat to look at the traffic in front of us, getting more and more frustrated as time wore on. She had headphones on, otherwise I would have asked her what was bothering her so much, even though I’m sure it was because she was dying for a pee. As I watched her, she uncrossed her legs, squeezed her thighs together tightly while leaning forwards in her seat, before recrossing her legs the other way. She did this a few more times, until a few minutes later when our stop finally arrived. As we got off the bus, she took her headphones off and turned around to say bye to me, as we live in opposite directions from where the bus drops us off. ‘I can’t believe how bad the traffic was tonight’ I said just before she started to walk away, trying to stall her for a bit longer. She crossed her legs tightly and smiled. ‘Yeah it was awful, sorry I would stop and chat but I really need to go to the loo!’ she said breathlessly, bouncing on the spot with her legs still tightly crossed. I laughed and we said our goodbyes, before she hurried off to relief. Another bus sighting. It was another day with heavy traffic and the route home was taking longer than normal. I noticed that a curvy, cute blonde girl with glasses sat directly opposite me across the aisle was bouncing one knee quickly up and down every few seconds, looking anxiously at the long line of cars in front of us. She had bought a large cup of coffee from the office canteen and had been taking frequent sips throughout the journey, and by now it looked like she was starting to feel the effects in her bladder. We still had about 10 minutes left to go before it was time to get off, and as the minutes ticked slowly by, her knee bouncing got more and more frequent until it was almost constant, and I saw her bite her lip a few times. Unfortunately my stop came (mine is the second to last stop – the last stop is right in the centre of the suburb about 2 minutes further) so I didn’t get to see the outcome, but I’m guessing she had a desperate walk home ahead of her with a very full bladder. A couple of weeks ago, I was walking out of the canteen, and just in front of me one of the canteen staff (a cute blonde woman in her late 20s, wearing a black polo shirt and tight black trousers) was hurrying towards the toilets. As she turned the corner, she stopped and gave a frustrated sigh, seeing that the cleaner was just putting up the sign on the toilet door to say that they were closed for cleaning. The cleaner glanced round and the blonde woman said ‘Ooh can I just go in quickly? Sorry but I’ve been waiting forever’, bouncing on the spot to show how badly she wanted to go. The cleaner said it was fine, and let the woman walk past her into the toilets. ‘Oh thanks so much, I’ll be two minutes!’ she said breathlessly as she hurried in. It was around 2pm, and she had obviously been stuck on the till since before 12 serving people during the lunchtime rush, and had only just got a chance to go. At the office building where I am based most of my time, there is a fairly large call centre where staff spend hours on the phones taking calls from customers. The call centre workers have set breaks, and unless it is their breaktime they’re often not allowed to just leave their phone unattended, unless they ask their manager if they can go for a quick loo break. However, it seems like most of the staff hang on until their break even if they’re bursting. I’ve seen a few anxious looking women hurrying to the toilets, which are just outside the office where the call centre is located. The most memorable sighting I had was when I saw a very cute, short and slightly curvy girl in her late teens/early 20s, wearing a short skirt and black tights, rushing out of the office. She was resting a hand on the front of her skirt, not quite holding herself but not far from it, and she was very red in the face. As soon as she saw me she quickly moved her hand back to her side and gave me an embarrassed looking smile, before biting her lip as she pushed open the door to the toilets. It’s also not uncommon to see some of the call centre staff go straight out for a smoke and wait until just before their break ends to go back in for a pee, so there are often plenty of women stood out in the smoking area fidgeting around with their legs very tightly crossed! Hope you enjoyed these sightings, hopefully there will be many more to come!
  15. Hi, I'm looking for a video simply called 'rose' by a guy on VK called Bilge-Ödül Lofçalı It was quite simply the sexiest desperation and and wetting I've ever seen from an amateur to the camera. Unbelievable! If anyone can help find this, or has pulled it down, I'd be forever indebted.
  16. Saril: Greetings, my readers...and, hopefully captivated audience. To the first of what I hope is a Many Season Show. Though, what's a show without actors? What's a display, without proper toys? Saril: So, let me...spill it out for you all, so we can....Ah..Hey- AuthorFaust: Ground rules. Faust will help Saril, as she's never done this kind of thing herself properly before.... [Hold it..!!! Omo-Idol!] Hold it Idol is similar to a combination of a show like American Idol, and a bit like The show Big-Brother. Ten Girls will share one large Household, in the Residence of Saril.....For a two week vacation. But, having a mere vacation would be rather dull... Saril: So, I've arranged for it to have gone from a mere escape from the daily life....To a Lust-inducing-Extravaganza. All of the girls shall be pushed to their limits and beyond......Metaphorically, Literally, and lewdly..... AuthorFaust: Through the two weeks, there will be a myriad of Tests, Trials, and Challenges for them to overcome....That will test their abilities in ways that people have likely though of before, but we've decided to recycle anyways! Saril: And, as the title implies.....The main objective out of all of the challenges is to find out which of the girls is best suited for the title of..... Saril's Hold it!!!, Omo-Idol! AuthorFaust: Said perks include being featured as the de-facto plaything in the stories Omo-Weekly magazines, an increased affinity and presence in future stories....and of course.....The love and admiration of all of our lustful viewers in seeing them loosing their waters in whatever way most enticing throughout time....! Saril: I would settle for making them an Angel of mine, but the Author insisted on sharing our soon-to-be-Idol with everyone. Saril: Oh, but as I stated...What's a contest without contestants? Troubled, trembling, tormented-tinkle-tanks, toiling away......Inside of our tasty targets. AuthorFaust: As this in in the interactive forum though, You can probably guess what kind of input we plan to incite.... Saril: So, without further ado.....Set up that info, Faust. AuthorFaust: Right, right... ============================================================================================================================================================== AuthorFaust: However, keep in mind... The story will be written by Faust...But the Events will be influenced by you, the Audience. So, while you won't be Controlling one of the characters directly..... You will help determine their fate. Saril: As an added bonus, when I'm selecting the ten to join... I'll even start off with a little...Audition video for them. Granted, only writing...but.... AuthorFaust: Faust will fill in any character slots people don't fill.....and will write a small scene for them. AuthorFaust: Pitching ideas with your characters is welcome, of course. Faust will put up a model for one to utilize as soon as he's ready to type a bit more....So... Saril: Bring on the contestants! Once we have enough, the fun can really begin!
  17. This is a story centered around the character "Samus Aran" during and after the big battle with Mother Brain for the first time. This is my first time doing a female desperation story so uh, just let me know what you think and whether or not I should make more! Might just make a sequel if you like it. Part 1 focuses around the actual situation/fight. Part 2 will be the first part with the actual desperation. Part 3? Oh, you'll see. Until then, enjoy! - PART 1: Clank clank clank clank! The heavy sound of very hard, metallic footsteps smashing off a hard flood was audible, a moving suit of armor charging straight down a corridor full of flying projectiles, all circular and glowing from the heat they possessed. It was a dangerous place for anyone to wander! Dashing, the figure however made nothing of the projectiles, and disposed of them easily, destroying them with a torrent of blue beams. They almost seemed godly. Was it human? The answer was yes. The suit in which they wore was magnificent; a very bright orange and pale yellow around the waist and lower chest. Red for the upper chest area and helmet. The visor had a very bright, green glow, and there was also a small, single light on the left of the main chestplate. Needless to say, they looked like a walking TANK, and the output of explosive and deadly weapons seemed to be almost too far. However, the figure immediately halted, right on the side of a green coloured door, taking a deep breath. The projectiles had stopped firing entirely, but she was stopped. Why? This is it. The figure glanced around. Mother Brain is on the other side of this door. I can't have ANY distractions. Any mistake could be fatal. The figure took a step back from the door, and took a deep breath, pointing the big arm cannon on it's right arm right at the door. As soon as I fire... I rush in and get this over with quickly. I'm coming for you Mother Brain! (( )) The sound of a brief whir was heard, as suddenly the arm cannon slightly shifted, changing form, a green missile head poking out, and suddenly propelling forward at the door. Immediately, it smashed against the door, and instantaneously, as soon as it hit, blew the door right open, and the wall, sending a giant fiery torrent through the room ahead and a wall of smoke. All attention was now on the figure, as they charged right into the room, missiles flying everywhere and completely demolishing the last barriers in the way between it and IT... Ever since this one was a child, they hated the Space Pirates. With a burning hatred of a thousand suns. Because of the Space Pirates, this one became an orphan. Raised by Chozos. And now they were going to pay with the death of their main system going down! Samus Aran. Space Warrior. Intergalactic Bounty Hunter. The female, yes, female, charged straight down the corridor in the suit of armour, through the chamber and straight through tight gaps using the condensed Morph Ball technology which made her a 1 meter sphere. Finally, she made a big leap, grabbing onto an edge high up. She pulled herself up, rolled into the Morph Ball and allowed herself to drop. Uncurling in the air and landing with a near perfect balance, Samus glared right at the tank before her. The room was hot, lava below was going to make this very risky. While Samus could survive it for a little bit in the suit, it'd be best to avoid it. Projectiles were still also an issue, but not as much of an issue as what lay right in front of the bounty hunter's eyes: Mother Brain. Getting into position, Samus wasted no time. She immediately fired a Super Missile at the glass containing the beast. -To be continued- Once again, sorry for the lack of desperation in this part! I'll be adding much more detail soon, just rewriting a lot of stuff to make it more exciting. And trying to keep Samus badass at the same time, so be patient! ^^
  18. Someone posted something about a desperation scene on a show or film called eastenders. The link is no longer working and I want to find it. this is the broken link: http://touch.dailymotion.com/video/x16gbh6_eastenders-09-08-2012_shortfilms can someone find it? This is a quote from the post: "Eastenders. Skip to 17:06. During a conversation, Michael asks Janine why she's jiggling up and down. Janine tells him that she needs the toilet but doesn't want to leave Scarlett (her baby), before telling Michael to wait with Scarlett while she runs into the toilet. Then she runs into the cafe toilet, only to find Shirley has locked herself in on purpose. She eventually persuades her to come out of the toilet, saying she is about to wet herself during that."
  19. female Mermaid Panty Wetting

    So as many of you will know, I’ve been very excited to have come across adorable Little Mermaid panties, something for which I’ve been hunting for a while now. Of the 5 different pairs it’s hard to have a favourite, though I think it would almost certainly be the white ones with all the different characters on them. I wet these the other day while sitting on the toilet, and they were lovely. Because I know a couple of you love seeing stained dry panties, I also took pictures of these panties after they had dried (using the flash on half of the pictures so you can see the stains better): But I wanted to have a little more fun with these undies. So yesterday, I wore the pink ones, under a light summer dress. Boyshorts are great under light dresses, as if the wind catches them, and you ‘accidentally’ flash someone, it doesn’t seem as serious. They could be little running shorts or something after all, whereas a thong could not double as shorts. Anyhow, it was windy and I did have to make a grab for my skirt a couple of times, and I’m sure random passersby on the Skytrain might have caught a glimpse of pink. Anyhow, after a long and hot day, and a mildly exhibitionistic commute home, I arrived at home needing to pee. It was still relatively early in the afternoon, and delightfully warm on the patio. So I grabbed some shades, a good book, and a cold drink (iced tea), and set about reading for a while in the sun, like a little diva. Well as the urge to pee had already been at about a 6 when I arrived home, it didn’t take long for the tea to work through my system and my urge to pee increase substantially. I persisted in reading past an 8 on the scale, but soon after it became difficult to concentrate. I put my book and empty glass aside, and lay in the sun, enjoying the different sensations. Then, because I was wearing a skirt, and while still laying down, I slipped my panties down to inspect them. They were very dirty, and had a little wet spot in the gusset. A wet spot unrelated to my need to pee, or at least not directly related. I needed to pee, and I was definitely going to do it in these panties. I decided that I didn’t want to clean up the patio, or get my dress wet, so in one fluid motion I yanked off my dress and then, feeling rather naked in only my Mermaid panties and a bra, I scurried inside into the washroom. I unhooked my bra as a headed for the loo. I wanted to hold my pee longer and get increasingly desperate, but I also really wanted the feeling of warm wetness spreading over my panties and legs, and the delicious feeling of release from doing so. My body decided for me. My intention had been to squirm around in the tub for a while, but the second I stepped inside the washroom, my desperation dramatically increased in a massive wave of ‘key in latch’ desperation. Before I even had a chance to step into the tub my body released a powerful squirt into my panties. I wanted to pause an relish the feeling, but I also didn’t want to have to mop up the entire washroom, so I stepped into the tub. It didn’t take very long, I stood there for a few instants. Pressing my legs together and relishing the feeling as my wet panties cooled. And then, my legs still pressed together, my bladder released. I say my bladder released rather than I released my bladder as I only had a moderate say in the matter – the wetness of my panties and the proximity of the toilet seemed to be dictating what was happening. Anyhow, I stood there enjoying the twirling rivulets of pee adventuring down my legs, creating paths of warm wetness, followed by cooling lines and streams. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I’m sure I let out a moan. I enjoyed the feeling of the small warm puddle forming around my legs, and the sensation of this puddle cooling as heat transferred from the tub into my pee. The smell reaching my nose made me a little light-headed and the trickling sound of the pee eventually reaching the drain tickled my ears sensuously. I stood there for a while enjoying the cooling feelings on my legs and in my panties. I wanted to share the experience with my friends here, so after a little while I looked for my phone, which I had left out on the patio! So somewhat clumsily, I dried off my feet and legs and made sure that my panties were no longer dripping, with a towel. I then scurried out on to the patio for my phone. Our patio is very secluded, but I’m sure if someone in a neighbouring apartment had binoculars, they might have enjoyed seeing an almost naked girl in wet pink Mermaid Panties running out onto her patio to retrieve her phone. They probably would have had difficulty noticing the wet spot or mermaid mind. Anyhow, I retrieved my phone, and set up to take a couple of pictures, which I hope you will all enjoy. I had hoped that the wet spot would reach all the way up to the mermaid for some reason, but it didn’t. I left the panties hanging in the bathroom to try and go an enquiring look from my hubby when he got home from the lab. This led to a quick little bit of role play, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Today, I inspected to panties and found that the wet spot had spread while they dried, and had almost made the mermaid after all. The smell of them this morning was delicious. The wet stains captivating. As I had the apartment to myself this morning, I slipped them on and pranced about the house in them, occasionally catching light whiffs of the smell of freshly dried pee. After some time doing chores about the house, I took the dried panties into the bedroom, slipped them off, and inspected them. Smelling them was intoxicating, and I will freely admit that after playing with them for a while, I was dripping with excitement and took care of some much needed business. I hope you enjoyed reading my experience! In case you are interested, all of the Little Mermaid panties are for sale (used and peed in if you like) on my website: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties/single-post/2017/08/05/Little-Mermaid-Panties Rachel
  20. I am in love with the pissing videos of the "Brown Side of Life" from Jade. No so into the scat. I recently ran across the trailer for EE-183 and it looks fabulous. Can anyone upload?
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    Shouta Oone was feeling that his daily school life had become dull. In the midst of his boredom, he coincidentally ends up learning the outrageous secret of his classmate, Ichigo Otohime! This is a bittersweet youth story, adorned with a secret that mustn't be leaked! This series is still being worked on and there is about 2 chapters released each month. I will be adding new chapters as they are released so be sure to follow the file. Update: Chapter 14 was added July 11 2017

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  22. female Playful night

    Hey guys :) I know, I didn't post for a while, so I hope you'll forgive me ^^ It was a Friday evening and my girl and I were bored. So we invited some of our closest friends over. Not for a party, just for relaxing and talking. You know that kind of friends you're comfortable with and can just be yourself in comfortable clothes. So they came, let's call them Mary and Laura. They are so close to us, we decided this evening to open up to them about our like for omorashi. It's a sensitive topic, but they were great and got really interested, cause they never tried it, but wanted to give it a try. Normally, I'm the one who gives the ideas, so I told them the rules for this game: - drink a lot - estimate the level of desperation by themselves - try to hold as long as possible - no permission to use the bathroom until one episode of our favourite TV show was over They agreed and my girl brought water, soda and ice cubes. Laura and Mary started to drink really fast. They couldn't imagine their urge would grow so fast and my girl and I kept silent, we only looked at each other and grinned. This episode would last for an hour, and they had started drinking long before it even started. The first 30 minutes, there was nothing special, I could only see Laura changing her position every few seconds, but she didn't say anything. Sometimes my girl is a devil, so she kept filling her glass and gave it to her. Mary remained silent, she only had a hand on her bladder and sometimes I could see her slightly push against it and looking startled. Five more minutes passed, then Laura stood up. Too fast, she whimpered, crossed her legs and bounced up and down "Ok, I'm done, I HAVE to go, so please?" she looked at me, but I intended not to hear anything and my girl intervened "Rules are clear. Whats your level?" Laura breathed heavily as she tried to estimate her level "Maybe a... 7? Or 8?" My girl smiled "Then you have more than enough time. Sit down girl. You'll make it." I looked at Mary, she was still silent and seemed to be focused on the screen. Her legs were pressed together but there was no other sign of desperation. I was impressed of her ability to hold, she drank more than Laura. Oh little did I know! The show went on, with a whimpering, pee dancing Laura, who couldn't sit still any second and holding herself with both hands for her dear life. Like I said, this evening my girl was the devil, not me, so she filled a glass with ice cold water. She "accidentally" tripped and flipped the glass on Laura, so the ice cold water hit her bladder and crotch. Lauras eyes flew open in shock "Oh no... Oh no no no no!" she jumped from the couch and rushed to the bathroom, both hands in her crotch. My girl was giggling, she had obviously a good time. Laura came back a few minutes later, obviously relieved and relaxed. When the show was done, we stood up and Mary asked calmly, if she could now use the bathroom. Her legs were shaking from the effort to be held together and she still had the hand on her bladder, now as a fist. I said yes and she turned around to walk to the bathroom, when my girl got kind of sentimental and decided, this was the best moment to show Mary some love "You did so well, I'm so proud of you!" she huggend Mary from behind and squeezed her tight, digging her fist into her bladder. That was way to much for her. Mary whimpered and started crying immediately. My girl did't realize her reaction at all and squeezed her even tighter. Poor Mary, she didnt stand a chance against the flood. She wet herself completely, staying in shock in her growing puddle. Finally, my girl let her go and she could take a shower, we cleaned up together and gave her clothes to change. We talked long this night and Laura regretted going to the bathroom. We want to meet again for another round of holding play. But this time, I'll set the rules a bit harder. The devil in me has some great ideas ^^
  23. I'm pretty sure this clip is from the jade series almost made it, in this clip the girl manage to pull down her panties but not to reach the toilet also I'm not sure if this clip was already uploaded here since there're a lot of clips in old files, let me know if repost Just Missed It.mp4
  24. So I found a few videos of girls being tied and tickled until they start wetting, most of them from tickleabuse.com. In some of the videos a vibrator is also used. Also checked that tickleabuse.com is not on the banlist, so I have some request from there if anybody could upload. Warning: in most of the videos there are nudity. https://vk.com/video256766439_170903886 https://vk.com/video228666745_170571632 https://vk.com/video226999579_170470191 https://vk.com/video226999579_170384865 https://vk.com/video237149033_169707435 https://vk.com/video255618459_171742007 (old from Angel, not sure if it is allowed here). https://vk.com/video226999579_169558121 (One of my fav) https://vk.com/video377717089_456239018 https://vk.com/video237803313_170407065 (This one is amazing) Requests: http://www.tickleabuse.com/tour/?p=4650 http://www.tickleabuse.com/tour/?p=12561 http://www.tickleabuse.com/tour/?p=14450 http://www.tickleabuse.com/tour/?p=13849 http://www.tickleabuse.com/tour/?p=13374 http://www.tickleabuse.com/tour/?p=13306 http://www.tickleabuse.com/tour/?p=3932
  25. Zoey's summer job

    This story is indeed a sequel to an earlier story I wrote but could also serve as a stand alone story. If you haven't read the prequel to this (Runs in the family) please check it out as it could clear up any confusion but it is not really vital. That reason alone is why I put this one in a new thread. As always, please leave any feedback you find appropriate. ....... Zoey once again pressed the snooze button on her phone. This was the exact reason that she set three different alarms for three different times every morning. Zoey could not get up in the morning. Unfortunately Zoey had just turned off her final alarm for the morning. As much as the 19 year old recent high school graduate dreaded this moment, she knew she had to get out of bed. She had landed a summer job as a lifeguard at a water park near her home. The job itself wasn't very inspiring but it paid well and she got to sit out by the pool all day and work on her tan so things could definitely be worse. Still half asleep, Zoey rolled over in her bed and placed a hand in her crotch. Zoey found herself in a familiar situation. She needed to pee but was not awake enough to get up and go. Zoey wiggled around under her covers and grasped her private parts harder. Zoey really really had to go potty but could not get herself to get up. Plus, Zoey recently discovered she was quite the fan of holding her bodily urges. It was especially pleasurable to hold her crotch and cross her legs over one another. In her half asleep state, Zoey thought back to her recent encounter with her mother. Part of her was still embarrassed that she had a accident in front of her mother while the other half of her felt very excited. Since the accident, Zoey had wanted to duplicate the same situation again. Zoey soon found herself holding herself with both her hands. Both of said hands were grabbing and holding her crotch with all the teenagers strength. It wasn't soon after that Zoey felt the urge to masterbate. Zoey was quite close to letting out a nights worth of urine into her bed sheets and was turned on beyond belief as a result. Zoey allowed herself to start playing with herself as she imagined her holding her pee Infront of her mother again. Zoey desperately held her crotch and danced around as her mother watched her from the drivers seat. Zoey imagined that her mother had to go too but not as much as she did. A familiar situation indeed but a classic and enjoyable one at that. Then Zoey's mind drifted to other possible situations. Maybe she really needed a bathroom break at work but could not take it yet. Zoey was now doing a full-on pee dance in her bed and was close to climaxing. She was now fully awake and aware that she should be up and about at this point but she needed to finish her business. Back in her fantasy, Zoey's friend Haley at work asked her what was wrong. "O nothing Haley, I just wish I could go on break soon." Zoey imagined herself saying that last line with a pained look on her face and crossed legs. Haley was so attractive in Zoey's mind and she would kill to be in this exact situation. Zoey found herself on the verge of orgasm when suddenly her bedroom door burst open and her mother appeared. "Zoey, what are you doing? You have to get up!" Zoey rubbed her eyes and looked at her phone for the time and then to her mother Kate. "Alright mom I'm up I'm up" Zoey said as she stayed under the covers so her mother could not see her hands planted in her crotch. "I gotta drive you today so I can have the car. I'll be in the car baby but hurry please." "ok mom, let me get ready." With that, Kate left the room and started to walk towards the car. On her way, she looked to the bathroom and at the inviting toilet inside it. Kate had not had her morning pee but secretly enjoyed waiting. She had decided she would not go until she got back from dropping her daughter off at her summer job. As she walked by she had a idea. A very mean and deceitful idea but a good idea at that. Kate went into the one and only bathroom in the house and shut the door behind her. But Kate preceded to stand by the sink and cross her legs. Kate's bladder was extremely full but she wasn't gonna empty it for a while. What she was going to do was ensure that she was not the only desperate one during the car ride. Kate had already witnessed her daughter extremely desperate for a bathroom and wanted to see it again. It had been almost two months and time was running out before Zoey went away to college. Before that day, Kate wanted to recreate a certain situation that had already taken place. Meanwhile, Zoey had already thrown on her red one piece swimsuit that barely covered her private parts. Zoey picked the first of many wedgies out of her shapely bottom and whimpered rather loudly. Zoey took a moment to pee dance to herself and gain composure before heading out of her room and towards the bathroom. Once she got to the bathroom she saw that the door was closed and again whined. " Mom, I have to go can you come out?" "Honey, I'm going number two and when I get out we are gonna have to leave right away or else you will be really late. Your gonna have to hold it until you get there. " " Mom, I just woke up. I need my morning pee." "Zoey, please go wait in the car it's not a far drive at all." Zoey was in heaven. Yes, she had to go badly and was actually doubting her ability to make it to the bathroom at work but now she had a excuse to put on a show of desperation in front of an audience again. It was again her mother but who was she to complain. Zoey did wish someone else and new was present this time but this would certainly do. Zoey was upset she couldn't climax and knew that mishap would annoy her for the duration of her day but now she could at least have some fun with her situation. "Mom please." Zoey used her pouting voice and anticipated what her mother's response was going to be. "I'm sure my 19 year old daughter can hold it for 15 more minutes" "But there's only that one bathroom for all the lifeguards there and I really need to go mom. What if they tell me to start work right when I get there?" "Honey, I'm sure you can find time to pee before you start your shift." "Why can't I just go real quick after you? I seriously can't hold my morning pee this whole ride mom please." Zoey knew exactly what she was doing. Her mother was far to stubborn to come around but Zoey was simply starting the show. Her still turned on state was helping her exaggerate her desperation. "If you don't go to the car right now you can find your own ride to work missy" "Mommy, I'll really be so quick I swear. I only need to pee. It's just super bad." "Zoey I swear if you mess up my car seat again Im never giving you a ride anywhere again. You are about to be a college student. Hold your pee." A cute whimper escaped Zoey's lips. She actually now wished she could sit on the same toilet she thought her mother was sitting on. Kate could hear her daughter dancing around outside the door and was happy her plan was fully working. "Get in that car now Zoey!" Zoey gritted her teeth while digging a hand into her crotch again and started towards the car. Meanwhile Kate waited until she heard the front door close, grabbed her crotch, admired her rather large bladder bulge, and then headed out of the bathroom and to her car to drive her desperate daughter to work.