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  1. Foreword- This is a To Aru Majutsu No Index/A Certain Magical Index fanfiction, though it mostly uses my own original characters and is merely set in the same universe. If you are not familiar with the series, you may still enjoy this story, but you need to know some context first. If you already know about the To Aru universe, feel free to skip to the story (indicated by centered title and non-italic text. - Academy City is the name of the main setting of the To Aru universe. It's a giant city of schools with a population of mostly students and teachers, with technology said to be 20 years ahead of the rest of the world. - Espers are students with supernatural abilities created and developed by scientists. They are typically rated in levels from 0 to 5, with Level 0 meaning you have no power and Level 5 being the strongest and most rare. There are only 7 Level 5 Espers in Academy City. - Judgement is a city-wide "disciplinary committee" made up of students that perform community service and serve as something of a police force. Having a useful (or any) Esper ability is not a requirement to get in, but Junichi, when he brings it up, simply means he personally feels too weak to be a member of Judgement without a useful ability. - The 11th Dimension is simply canonical technobabble to explain how teleportation is supposed to work. I'm not a theoretical physicist, so I can't tell you how accurate or inaccurate it actually is. Now, without further ado, let's get to the story. とある科学のお漏らし話 To Aru Kagaku No Omorashi Hanashi A Certain Scientific Omorashi Story Ch. 1 Yoshida Junichi could say with quite a lot of certainty that he was probably the weakest Level 3 in the history of Academy City. Normally being a teleportation-type Esper was supposed to be special and useful, and indeed if he had been a teleportation Esper in the traditional sense, he might have actually been able to join Judgment like he had always wanted to. But as it stood now, he was weak and useless and his stupid teleportation ability had to be do useless that he almost wished he was a Level 0. At least then he could legitimately get away with never revealing his power. Wet Point. Most unconventional teleportation abilities were affixed with the suffix “Point”. This was to make finding these unconventional teleportation Espers in the database and fast and simple process. Of course, Yoshida Junichi, due to sheer bad luck in the super power lottery, had drawn what was the most specifically restrictive teleportation ability the power development lab at his school had ever heard of. He could move water, either from any container or from the air itself (provided the surrounding air was damp enough) into the bladders of females. It inexplicably only worked on females, and even more inexplicably, he couldn’t move the water anywhere else. It HAD to be in a female’s bladder. The very existence of Wet Point had baffled his school’s power development team that when it had first emerged when he was in middle school, he had gone through an uncountable number of tests just to see if the reasons for his power’s restrictions could even be ascertained, let alone the restrictions themselves lifted. When he was younger, the power had served him nothing but embarrassment, and he hid it as much as possible. At that point, he rarely ever used them by choice. Instead, it had been his inability to fully control his powers that had let to the discomfort and embarrassment of many female teachers, scientists, and fellow peers. Even now, he found using his powers to be a rather innocuous and pointless endeavor. He couldn’t say that he hadn’t grown somewhat fond of the sight of a woman or fellow classmate squirming from a full bladder, but he disliked the idea of using his powers in class, and outside of school it was rare that he’d be able to find a target who wasn’t in the position to use the toilets at any time anyway. In other words, even though he was starting to become something of an omorashi fetishist, his power was, at most, a rare novelty device that could only be used under specific circumstances. Even now, as he sat in his desk, listening to the same old lecture about “Personal Reality” and the like, He found himself unable to bring himself to use it on any of his classmates. Well, the only one I’d find cute enough to use it on anyway would be Kaede-san… Just as he thought this, however, he felt his mind almost instinctively making the appropriate calculations in the 11th dimension and almost move the water in the humid classroom air into the unsuspecting girl’s bladder. Shit. He managed to stop himself before it reached her, but now that he had transported the water into the 11th dimension, he’d have to move it somewhere. His power didn’t allow him to disperse water to multiple bladders at once, and it also wouldn’t allow him to keep the water in a semi-moved state. If he didn’t pick someone quickly, the water would move into the original target bladder. “Yoshida-san, are you paying attention?” The teacher’s voice sealed her own fate. The second Junichi’s concentration moved from Kaede to his unsuspecting sensei, the water moved instantly into its new target. “Y-yes!” Junichi lied, but he could tell his teacher was only half-aware of his answer. She had a new, more immediate problem to deal with. Junichi’s teacher, Yamashiro-sensei, was a relatively young-looking and attractive teacher. She was one of those teachers with a figure that made some students, both male and female, lust after her, with large breasts and a cute, yet at the same time mature, face. Her long, black hair flowed in waves down to the small of her back, and her curvaceous figure was nice to look at. She always wore professional, business-like attire, but to many students this just gave their imaginations room to run wild. Of course, Junichi wasn’t the kind of guy who’d lust after his teacher, and her personality was just straight-laced and stiff enough that, even if she wasn’t his teacher, it would probably be enough of a turn-off to make him loose interest quickly. However, that wasn’t what Junichi was paying attention to right now. It was apparent that Yamashiro-sensei was having a hard time keeping her need discrete. “Go-good, anyway, as I was saying…” Her voice betrayed her nervousness, at least, to Junichi. He had the full context of the situation, something he couldn’t exactly say for his classmates. Still, as subtle as she was trying to keep her need now, eventually she’d have to make the decision to excuse herself from the classroom or risk flooding her dress skirt and stockings. Though, I didn’t move that much water into her bladder… Perhaps she was already holding it beforehand? Junichi, having seen experienced enough displays of desperation and wetting at the hands of his power, was particularly good at picking out if a woman had to use the toilets or not. Yet Yamashiro had not shown any signs of being uncomfortable at all before his slip-up. Still, he knew that he did not move much water before he caught himself. She must be incredibly good at disguising her needs… in which case, she must be almost at her limit by now… Her lecture continued, but soon even the less aware students began to catch on to something being wrong. Yamashiro’s legs were restless, her face was slightly flushed, and beads of sweat were starting to form on her forehead. Every twenty seconds or so, she’d pause to check her watch or otherwise get distracted and stop talking briefly. As it started growing closer to the end of the period, Junichi’s sensitive ears started picking up minute moans escaping his sensei’s mouth. She had one of her hands held stiffly in front of her, partially obscured by her desk, and she was now unable to stand up completely straight. Her heels were tapping against the floor almost frequently enough to be a constant distraction from her increasingly disoriented lecture, and he had long since stopped turning around to write on the board. Even though she’d still have to endure for five more minutes, Yamashiro was showing no signs of giving in. She had long since decided to drop any pretense she was holding onto and was now holding herself openly, albeit with her lower body hidden behind the desk. Still, her determination would only go so far. There were only two minutes left to go, but Junichi knew when a woman hit their limit. Yamashiro-sensei’s eyes grew wide as she jammed her other hand in between her legs. She doubled over until her head was resting on the desk in front of her and let out a loud, very audible moan. “Ha…. Ha…” The sounds of her heavy breathing filled the room as she tried desperately to fight back the inevitable flood. She squeezed one of her eyes closed and silently mouthed something that to Junichi looked a lot like “I can’t hold it any longer…” However, as though a new spark of determination lit the fires of her endurance, Yamashiro-sensei righted herself and bowed sheepishly. “P-please excuse me, I’m going to the toilets!” As she turned to head for the door, Junichi found himself cursing. Somewhere along the lines he had found himself really wanting to see Yamashiro-sensei wet herself in front of the class. Of course, it’s not like the situation’s entirely out of my control just yet... With a devious glint in his eyes, he gathered a small amount of water from the air, probably no more than ten milliliters, and used Wet Point to move them inside of her already bursting bladder. She had reached her limit already. There was absolutely no way she’d be able to hold even that much more. “Hhhnnnnn!” She bit her lip as a loud moan escaped and she doubled over once again. She buried both of her hands in her crotch as hard as she could and squeezed her legs together tightly, but it was no use. A short, audible hiss filled the room as a trickle of wetness escaped down Yamashiro-sensei’s legs. “AAAhhhh! No! Don’t… not here!” At this point, Yamashiro-sensei’s whole body was shaking in an attempt to prevent any more leaks, but it was highly unlikely she’d so much as be able to move from her position, let alone make it to the toilets without an accident . “Ha… ha… ha… I can’t… its coming…!” She squirmed in her place and held on for dear life, her whole body straining as she desperately fought her body’s natural desire to empty her overfilled bladder. The whole class was watching with various degrees of interest as their teacher stood there at the brink of wetting herself. Another loud, short hiss filled the room and a few drops of golden urine fell on the floor. Junichi’s power could only fill a bladder up with water, so the fact that her urine was yellow instead of a yellowish-clear color meant that she had been holding it before Junichi even used his powers. “Hnnnnn! Don’t come out!!!” Junichi had to give Yamashiro credit for holding on even at this state. She still hadn't completely lost the battle, and while from here on out it was hopeless for her, the fact that she was holding on despite knowing this was admirable. She tried righting herself to at least regain some semblance of dignity, but the second she did another loud spurt escaped her. It was a losing battle from here on out, but despite being backed into a physiological corner by her own body, it didn't look as though Yamashiro-sensei was going to give up so easily. She took a step forwards towards the door and froze stiff. She was at that point where walking was the only thing that could get her to the toilet, but would no doubt cause her to wet herself if she tried. “Ha… ha…” Still, she forged onward and took another step towards the classroom door. That was the absolute limit of her endurance. “A-aaaahhhh no! No no no! Don’t come out! Don’t come ouuuttt!!” As she pleaded in futility, a loud, constant hissing filled the room and the pungent odor of fresh urine spread throughout the room. Golden liquid streamed out between her legs and pooled at her feet. She lost all pretense and dignity in that instant and let the sheer pleasure of relief paint an almost serene look on her face as her overfull bladder emptied itself out onto the classroom floor. “Ha…. Ha….” She panted, taking two steps back before collapsing just on the edge of her own urine puddle. Suddenly, the bell rang and Yamashiro-sensei was brought back to the real world . Her face lit up bright red, and her eyes grew watery with tears as she sat in humiliation on the floor. “Oh my… I can’t believe I just… Haaaaa… don’t look at me!!” In an uncharacteristic display of childish unprofessionalism, Yamashiro-sensei buried her face in her hands and tried to hide herself with her arms. I kind of feel bad for her now, but in truth, she’s a much cuter sensei like this. Junichi shook his head. He wouldn’t start thinking impure thoughts about his sensei like that. In fact, the whole situation, sans his purposeful involvement at the end, was entirely an accident. Now that the period was over, it was lunch time, and seeing as no one was particularly interested in eating lunch in a room that smelled of urine, all of the students began filing out of the rooms slowly. Junichi was one of the last people to leave, but he tried to leave the room as casually as possible without drawing attention to himself. Man, this is why I don’t use my powers in class! Once someone starts squirming, I want to see it out to its conclusion. I’m turning into a damn pervert. At this rate, I’ll become someone entirely undesirable to Kaede-san… “Eh…!” A short gasp from behind him made Junichi freeze in his tracks. He thought he recognized the sound of that gasp, but he silently prayed to the goddess of fortune to please not let it be who he thought it was. He turned around slowly, only to be met with the brown eyes, folded brown ponytail, and somewhat small frame of his classmate and crush, Inazuma Kaede. Man, I’m just being paranoid! What do I have to worry about… it’s not like… “A-ah… J-Junichi-s-san… um… I think… maybe this is a bit… erm… I think I should tell you something…” “Huh, what is it, Kaede-san?” Kaede shuffled around nervously and looked away, “Ah… sorry for invading your privacy… but… um… My Esper ability… er… I… I can read minds.” To be continued…
  2. Hi, I thought I share one of my old videos from Anette. We used to have a website long ago, and this was her first video. Sorry for the quality and camera shake, hope you like it anyway, anette-light-jeans-woods.wmv
  3. Here is a story I wrote titled "The Interpreter". The story is about an interpreter at a conference that has consumed one too many coffees and desperately needs relief - too bad she is running late! I have a few other stories that I have written based on the same character (different travails, of course). Let me know what you think! -Max Moliere ------- The Interpreter Stephanie was under a lot of financial stress, trying to find work as an interpreter in busy Paris, a place already chock full of people fluent in many languages. Speaking German (and none too perfectly) turned out to be quite common in France and it had been weeks since her last callback. She was supplementing her meager income working in a pastry shop, but was still about to lose her apartment for lack of rent money. Then, out of the blue, an international non-profit hired her to be the interpreter for a conference presentation. They explained that their regular interpreter had left suddenly, and that a permanent position in Paris, for monthly conferences might be available; if she did well during this conference, she would be hired back and they would see how things went from there. On the day of the conference, she wore grey cotton full-back knickers, with white stockings under a heavy knee-length grey skirt, white blouse and frumpy blazer. A pair of open-toed high heels finished off the ensemble. “Very professional and yet invisible! Not flashy, but professional enough for the organizers to notice! And even some may think a bit on the sexy side!” she thought to her mirror, pleased. She grabbed a bagel and a pair of espressos at the café in the train station and started the long train ride from her suburban garret to the convention hall downtown. Once on the train, she immediately visited the beverage car, ordering her usual extra large coffee with cream and sugar; she was feeling hoarse and bought a liter of Perrier to bring with her to the conference. She finished off both beverages during her two hour trip (mostly spent reviewing her German dictionary for communication-related words and trying to stay awake) relishing the Perrier and remarking to herself that “the French are so refined even their water is better than everyone else!” The normally two hour train ride took forty minutes longer – the train ahead was experiencing mechanical problems – and Stephanie already felt that a visit the ladies room was probably in order. She hurried to the beverage car, but saw a long line around the tiny train WC, and as the train had started moving, she thought, “it really isn’t bad, I’ll go before the conference – they will have nicer restrooms there anyway.” When she got off the train, she found herself in a station with which she had no familiarity, unsure in which direction the convention hall lay. She walked a quarter of a mile in the wrong direction before finding her bearings and turning around. She rued the high heels as she walked briskly back the way she came along the uneven cobblestone street, trying desperately to make it to the conference on time, as she knew that it would ruin her chances of getting a follow-up job (let alone a permanent position) if the speaker was delayed on her account and everyone forced to wait (or be unable to understand the speaker for lack of a translator, which would be even worse). With a minute to spare she raced up the stairs in front of the convention hall. Thoughts of a restroom were far away from her thoughts as she confronted Mlle. Pinochet, the conference manager, at the top of the stairs pointing at her watch and giving her a look that told her she was already in trouble. “When I say the conference begins at 4 pm, and be there an hour early, I expect you to be there at 3. It is now less than five-minutes-to-four, there is no time to explain anything in detail. Follow me!” said Mlle. Pinochet, curtly. Stephanie followed Mlle. Pinochet up the stairs to the hall. The interpreter’s booth was near the back of the conference hall, open to the audience if they turned around. A high chair with a hard leather top and back were in the booth, along with a cheap oriental carpet; a single light overhead kept her visible, probably to make the conference look more impressively international – there was no reason she could not do this job from a booth behind stage, but conference organizers thought it looked impressive for some reason. She sat on the stool and put on the head piece and microphone, which was directly wired to the headphones used by the audience members via jacks at each of their tables, so they could hear her translate the speaker in real-time. “You will translate the MC for the first 20 minutes or so and then the first speaker. After the first speaker, there will be an intermission – find me in the conference hall office after. First floor right.” Mlle. Pinochet relayed, without emotion. As Stephanie sat down she remembered suddenly her entirely full bladder and her now strong desire to visit the ladies room. “Madamoiselle Pinochet, would it be possible for me to visit the ladies room real quick before the conference begins so that I may freshen up. I will only be a few minutes”, said Stephanie, professionally and without a hint that she really needed to go quite urgently. She prided herself on her composure and maintained a professional demeanor at all times. “she would certainly never in a million years guess how desperate I actually am to go, my face betrays nothing that I do not want it to!” she thought to herself haughtily, impressed by her own self-control and natural poise. “There is now no time, the MC is walking to the podium now” Mlle. Pinochet whispered sharply, as the audience grew quiet and the lights dimmed over the hall. “But madam!” whispered Stephanie, sharp and crisp, and now suddenly aware of a crackling in her headpiece, as the microphone went live just after her final plea. “Next time get here earlier!” said Mlle. Pinochet in a crisp goodbye, turning to head off to her office to watch the conference on the video feed and manage the speakers, annoyed that the translator had taken up her valuable and limited time. Stephanie turned and faced the conference, beginning her translation with the speaker's introduction, during which he thanked the conference staff and even specifically named Stephanie as the translator (obviously reading from a card and butchering the pronunciation of her difficult middle eastern last name), at which time the audience swung around and acknowledged her in her lighted booth, before again turning en masse to look at the podium. Translating is generally hard work, especially for Stephanie with her less-than-perfect German. But the MC was clear and easy to understand. “I got this. This conference will be a breeze and they are paying me $2500 for a single day with more work to come!” she thought excitedly. Followed immediately by, “But I really do need to pee, I wish I had used the restroom…how long did she say the MC would speak? 20 minutes? And then the main speaker – how long will he be? It cannot be longer than 40 minutes! I will go to the ladies at intermission. I’ve been in tougher situations than this.” Stephanie was bored by the first 15 minutes of the MCs remarks; other than the unexpected introduction, it was pablum about how great the organization organizing the conference was, fundraising goals achieved, etc. Very droll. But then the speaker said something which piqued her interest. “We will now lay out some of the technical aspects of our presentation equipment available here so that speakers in the audience can be ready for their group sessions, which will be held in the East Bay conference hall, rooms 17 through 30. After we dispense with the technical overview, Professor Zeissman, our keynote speaker will deliver the opening, finishing just before 530. We will then break for intermission and follow up with dinner and the remaining speakers until about 9 pm. Please enjoy the complimentary beverages and remember to have your parking ticket validated….” The MC droned on, but Stephanie was now nervous. Professor Zeissman would speak for a full hour after the MC? “I already need to go right now! A full hour! That will be a difficult feat!” She grimaced visually as she translated the words, thankfully unseen to anyone but the MC, who was not paying attention to her at all. She was now entirely all-too aware of her very full bladder. The wool of her skirt had stretched to accommodate the growing bulge in her abdomen. She continued translating, stifling the discomfort. She crossed her legs defiantly, showing maximum composure, appearing to pay full attention to her translating responsibilities and doing so without betraying even a hint of discomfort - the consummate professional. But still the MC droned on. Now nearly 20 minutes had gone by already and he was still going on about the technical limitations of the conference room computers. Stephanie was forced to uncross her legs to give her still-growing bladder room to extend, she moved to the edge of her seat, one foot forward of the other, bobbing against her chair. She struggled to translate the difficult technical jargon correctly, aware of how obvious a mistranslation would be to her tech savvy listeners. But still her mind was wandering back to her urgent need to use the restroom, and she missed a few words. At this point she knew she could hold it in, but translating needs concentration and she was aware that she was getting distracted by her… personal situation. As the translation wandered into computer-speak, Stephanie focused fully on the translation, allowing her feet to splay apart momentarily as she struggled to keep focus. She twisted her ankles nervously. Then she started arching her feet, subconsciously and not at all aware of what she was doing. “All conference computers utilize Windows NTFS floppy…file drive systems…as primary operating disk systems. Formats. but which are compatible with MacOS file systems when used with the provided Wet….” She stumbled. So distracted had she become following the translation that her control slipped. Immediately she was aware of it, crossing her legs quickly and stemming the flow. But there was no doubt what had happened – Stephanie had suffered a very small leak. During a momentary lapse of concentration, a few milliliters had trickled out - much less than a shot glass worth, but still undeniable. She was immediately thankful for her cotton knickers, which soaked up the entire mess without much effort. Had one been able to survey the damage, they would merely see a small dark patch - the size of a quarter - on the front of her cotton panties, barely enough to betray her little accident. “…WetJet Converter Pro software package.” She finished. She continued her translation, keeping her composure and looking not at the podium, but at the audience, to see if anyone had noticed. She was convinced that nobody had noticed anything of her slip up. But then she noticed a short, spectacled man in a handsome suit, probably in his early thirties or so, watching her from a dark corner table to her far right. Why was he watching her? Had he noticed, or was he just looking for the source of the obvious technical mistranslations and the awkward pause? She did not have time to ponder the man in the shadows much, as her mind continued to focus on her now partially burst bladder. She tightened her thighs together, thankful that the small accident had been stemmed in time. She put one hand up on her bladder, the other resting on her knee, and powered through the remainder of the MC’s remarks and the introduction to Professor Zeissman. During the pause and long applause from the audience as the professor mounted the stage to the podium, Stephanie pondered her predicament. Her thick cotton panties may have prevented any public hinting of her little accident, but the tiny wet patch between her legs had sapped her confidence. Her now moistened cotton gusset could only hold so much – what if she had been a few seconds later mustering control? What then? “But I wasn’t. I was in control nearly the entire time. Only for a moment did my concentration slip and then I was right back in control again” thought Stephanie, biting her lower lip.` Professor Zeissman took the stage and Stephanie began translating again. His speech was more difficult to understand, and she needed full attention to prevent falling behind. But there were long pauses for applause and to operate the slideshow presentation he was giving. Stephanie was already struggling to maintain composure, but the pauses were something she had not planned for. Each time, she was given a break of 30 seconds or so, her mind rushed to her overfull bladder, reviewing the many beverages she consumed over the course of the morning. Half of one espresso was now in her panties, the rest next in line straining her tight-clenched labia, her small hole pinched closed by the pressure of her thighs and the force of her will. The extra large coffee was now sitting in her abdomen, forcing her wool skirt to stretch to its limit. She prided herself on her professional demeanor and total composure. “Just an hour to go. I can manage…because I just have to.” These thoughts coursed through her head. And suddenly, the realization. What of the bottle of Perrier?! She had forgotten, but her body had not. At this moment her bladder was filling to its last, her kidneys aching for the space to send the rest. She realized that thighs alone would not stem what was coming – her hand moved to her bare thigh. She continued the translation, aware that hard as she squeezed, the pressure on her little round opening and her taught, rapidly tiring sphincter muscle was still growing. She put the heel of her hand against the hole and troopered on. it would have to hold. But it just wasn’t working. Maybe it was the carbonation in the Perrier, maybe the translation – whatever it was, her control was waning. Suddenly, she felt a contraction, her sphincter muscle began to spasm uncontrollably, she felt her labia dampen as a squirt came out – then another. And then two more. Lest she lost control entirely she moved to the edge of her seat, pushing the hard edge of the corner up from behind to bar her spasming little hole. She managed to block the flow – but only just barely. Four squirts was the remainder of the first espresso plus the entirety of the second. The gusset of her panties was overwhelmed and only the absorbing action of her panties saved her from public exposure. A wet spot the size of a queue ball soaked her crotch, the full backs covering her ample derriere were now soaked through. Twice she had lost control, the second time not from lapse of concentration – indeed it occurred, mercifully, during applause – but from her weakened will. She started translating again, knowing now that she was in big trouble. She put her hand up her skirt, desperate to regain control as she continued to power through the difficult translation. But she was no longer haughty. She knew now that the situation was desperate. “Has anyone noticed?” she wondered, noticing that the bespectacled man from the shadows whom she had seen before appeared to be watching her intently. She looked up at the clock, aware that she did not look entirely professional doing so. She was both wet and desperate now, and her translation was increasingly shoddy. At the next break for applause, her only thoughts were on her situation. “I need a toilet. Now. Please, I just need a toilet! That is all I am asking!” her eyes begged the stranger in the audience, now openly watching her none-too-private struggle. She looked down as she started back in on the translation, watching only the floor while she spoke the words as clear as possible. Her hand was now all the way up her skirt, pressed against her soaking drawers. This was it. She knew now that she had almost no chance. She should have run now and feigned illness, accepting the firing in exchange for sitting down on some cold white porcelain and releasing her gallons of pent up urine. But she did not. Her struggle continued, still private, since she was still translating, but increasingly it was evident to all in the audience that the translator was not quite right – maybe she was a little tipsy? They really shouldn’t let staff drink before these type of presentations… Stephanie was in agony. With two-and-a-half hours, her bladder was now full with 24 oz of coffee and 34 oz of water, a total of 54 oz; she was closing in on a half gallon with nowhere to go. At least not counting her already soaked gusset - which could take an ounce more… maybe two? She leaned forward, struggling now on two fronts – she struggled with the translation at the same time her thighs were quivering for release, her finger most inappropriately shoved up against her pee hole to hold back the inevitable. The last pint was delivered to her overfilled bladder. She suddenly realized that she desperately needed those two ounces. “It’s better that it happens by my own volition. I can control it that way, keep the damage to a minimum. I’ll just relieve the pressure a little until I reach the toilet. Two ounces will buy me at least 10 minutes. And nobody will notice such a small amount in this dim light” she bargained with herself. Stephanie glanced at the clock near the podium. 4:40. Twenty minutes to go. Ten minutes could make all the difference. So began a dangerous, desperate controlled released – only two ounces, maybe three. She began by just removing her hand from her crotch. She calmly called out the last line before a pause for a change of slides. Stephanie prided herself on her ability to maintain control, and this controlled release was to be no different. Nobody would even know, and she would gain the relief she desperately needed. “…and as you can see from chart A16, bridging……ahhh, the digital divide requires the transformation of conventional media modalities.” She sighed after “bridging”, as she opened her dam and let out a little bit. Slowly her panties moistened, as if she had sat in a puddle. She continued translating, occasionally pausing and breathing noticeably heavily. And then she cut it off, tightening the muscle and cutting off the flow, she pushed her thighs together and put both hands up her skirt. All hands on deck. The man in glasses was staring at her boldly, a sly smile on his face. She could not see his eyes, but they were on her and she knew it. She was acutely aware of her predicament - that the tops of her stockings were visible, and that she had both hands up in her crotch, her pale white thighs, full and curvy, exposed for anyone to see. Stephanie had dearly purchased her 10 minutes. The pint of Perrier was now entirely in her bladder and she could feel a cold drip on the backs of her thighs. The last accident, however intentional, had soaked her bottom thoroughly and directly into her skirt. The rest was deflected down by the hard leather chair to her thighs, soaking into the tops of her stockings – just enough absorption to save the carpet. The man in the spectacles moved closer and stared at her intently from the shadow on her right, standing now, a cigarette in one hand. Her eyes fell to his black, shell cordovan shoes, finely crafted, obviously expensive. The speaker continued and Stephanie bit her lower lip, trembling, desperately trying to translate but missing entire sentences. “I can’t hold it any longer! I need a toilet! NOW! Emergency! Emergency!” screamed her brain. Her arms went to her sides as she held her thighs together to fend it off, now at the very edge of her seat. To her credit, she gave it a noble try. But in the end, the inevitable happened. “….and so, a huge quantity of data is effectively stored in a very small space….::cough::....excuse me”, Stephanie said irregularly. The thought of small space gave her a pause, she coughed as she felt a moistening, quickly shut off with much effort. “….in a very small space, ah, which ah, confines the data into a streaming………………….ah, into streaming data. “ When she mouthed the word “streaming” she lost it for about five seconds. A torrent let loose, streaming down the seat and hitting the floor at her heels, noticeably. The spectacled man in the shadow smiled on. “”Free from the constraints of traditional limitations on speed and volume ahhh, download….ah, they can ah, that is, one…” she made it only a little further before losing control again, wetting for a full ten seconds of awkward pauses and barely audible (but still audible) sighs and moans. “…one can imagine the full benefits of streaming data to listen at any point, whether in the car, at the office, or even from the bathroom ………. ahhhhhhmmmnnn! Even from, ummm, even from the bathroom toilet…………………………..I can’t, umm, ohhhhh!” This was it – when she heard it in German, she had no chance to translate “bathroom toilet”. In that moment, every last defense gave way – her thighs opened, her labia quivered and split, and her hole, holding on by sheer willpower, was utterly shattered by a single word. The tortured little hole opened up and a stream came out, full and strong. In an instant her skirt was soaked; two pints streamed down and fell to the floor in a loud torrent. Stephanie was humiliated. She got up, turned around and faced the wall as the torrent became an uncontrollable river, the headphones fell down, now picking up the rush of pee whizzing out of her under such pressure. She soaked everything. There was no thought of stopping now. People turned around and pointed, some laughed and others cried out. Stephanie peed and peed, not even considering stopping once she was broken – a long, uninterrupted stream followed for nearly a minute, soaking the back of her skirt while she panted and apologized. “I’m sorry. Ahh…mmmm! Yeahhhh. I couldn’t hold it….I, uh, mnnnnnnn, really needed the restroom, but, ah..mmnnn, ok, good, ok, yeah. I ..I’m sorry.” The man in the spectacles kept his phone up the entire time, taking in the scene to enjoy again later perhaps. Then he put out his cigarette and he was gone. Stephanie stopped peeing and jumped out of the booth running for the bathroom, humiliated. She would not get the long term job she had hoped for, indeed her adventures in Paris were now over.
  4. Accident below and I will nest some, uh...preambles 😈Long day. Was in 2 hours early and left 2 hours late. I woke up SUPER horny, like... dry humping with my hand in my robe, horny. Came 2x in the shower and that pretty much set the tone for the day. I even wore something I DONT LIKE in the hopes that I wouldn't turn myself on and would get some work done. Anybody else get so turned on by yourself sometimes that you're your OWN distraction? Yeah. No no. Me neither.🙄 Super duper deadline. So much water and caffeine today. Two 20oz cups AND a late espresso. And 14!! cups of water. All by 4pm. Might be a new record for me time wise. Hmmmmm. I DID have something much more theatrical or full body planned. But my bladder, she's a stern mistress. Oooof. I actually tried to turn around and go back, changing my mind, but forgot it was locked and didn't even have time to even try for the keys. And I cut my hand in the process! Doh! They can't all be winners. I'm heading down to AC for the rest of the week. A workcation if you will. I'll be alone most of the time so I'm hoping I can find some trouble outside. Though it CAN get sketch AF down there once it's dark off season. Don't worry! I am not reckless at night. I'm trained in self defense, carry mace and kubakan ...and I am the loudest motherfucker you will ever meet. My momma taught me RIGHT! I am writing this, hiding in my car, while masturbating. So, uh, I gotta go! Have funnnnnnn kiddies💋 InShot_20211109_190223803.mp4 About 15 minutes before this. I really thought I had more time InShot_20211109_190734022.mp4
  5. I am exhausted and need to cum again and rinse off...but in a nut shell. But I wanted to share this at night. Left work early to go to the salon. I get a mani/pedi religiously every 2 weeks. I work hard and enjoy treating myself. One of my best GFs owns it and it's a really positive female environment. I enjoy being candid and affectionate here at the end of the week. Acting normal. Lol. I'm not normally good at small talk with women 😬. But since quarantine either they are nicer or I'm more open bc I get so much out of these silly, affectionate, pampering moments. Hair and skin and nails are all so sensual. Had water, coffee and prosecco there.At this point in the day I have to go every 20 mins. Then dinner with coed friends- wine, water, these darling Lil whiskey can cocktails I discovered and delish food. I last used the bathroom at the salon when I left at 7 and managed to hold on through dinner. Dinner over and we head outside around 930. It got COLD out ( upper 30s on the coast), and there I was: no coat, this outfit, a full tummy and bladder. We all stood around saying bye then the BF and I drove a friend home. Next, back to my office to get my car back. That is a 40 minute drive. I warned him once on the interstate that we might need to pull over. We laughed as I had a hand up my dress, pushing the pee back in. We get to my office ( where I left my car that afternoon) and he tells me to go inside and use the bathroom. It's not normal to scan into the office at 1030 on a Friday night but I gave a lot of autonomy there and they don't mind when I do it😇. I told him "it's not as bad now, I can make it home". He told me I was nuts but laughed. I wanted an accident so bad and I was barely holding on. Especially once I got out of his car to get into mine. So cold! Made it worse. So, away we go. I knew I'd get ONE chance, if at all. He was driving in front of me. My brain was raving as to how to get away without it. If he saw me he would get suspicious of SOMETHING. So,I let a few cars get between us over a couple miles. And well, the rest is obvious😊. My bladder decided what was going to happen. As it should❤️.I lucked out. A seasonal beach park I've never been to didn't have the gate up yet. **AND GUYS** THE STEAM! The omo gods smiled on us tonight. I couldn't have PLANNED that. I keep watching the end just to watch the steam billow🥰 InShot_20211106_000901818.mp4
  6. 2nd stab at this writing thing ...I wrote out a fecking novel earlier and then accidentally deleted it. Argh! Years back, before I knew how much I liked this omo thing or thought I only liked it but for the wrong reasons...I had an accident. Took the train into NYC w a great girlfriend, Peg. We are the same age but look nothing alike. In heels I am a chonky 6'0 tall pale blonde amazon built like a brick shit house and she is 5'0 tall on a good day with cropped dark hair, olive skin, big inky black eyes, a small almost boyish body and tons of tattoos. She is my "smart " friend. The one I go to debate religion and philosophy and politics and love over too much wine late at night. But not that day. Kids that grew up in the tri-state area KNOW that if you take the train to the city you pre party. So we each had a Dr. Pepper spiked with dark rum and a 20oz bottle of water. Typically, she did not drink her water while I gulped them both down. I am pretty much ALWAYS gonna say yes to something to wet my whistle. This is not omo related, I've always been this way. However, it is one of the things about me that I think made this kink take hold- how often I'm just hydrated to the gills ALWAYS.If I have less than 3L in a day I can feel it in mah bones! But, I digress... So we took the train into the city one mild early May Saturday night. I wore dark jeans, a slightly rumpled white men's Oxford tucked in with the collar popped and the buttons undone showing my bright red lacey bra and a pair of bright electric blue suede mid heel pumps. Delicate gold jewelry, a high ponytail and a pop of bright lip. Peg, my gf, was in all black- sleeveless concert tee, black leggings, black moto boots and a black wool porkpie hat. Always in that fucking hat btw! We thought we'd have time for dinner and a cab but we only had time for a cab and there were NONE to be had. So, we started walking. If you get away from the major tourist areas , it's much easier. So we headed west hoping to catch something uptown. And we did! A pedi cab! Never have I ever! But she stuck her little hand up in the air and flagged that thing down and away we went. It was exhilarating. We kept telling him to go faster and faster until we rolled up in front of The Beacon Theatre with the radio blasting and he made a big show of helping us out and kissing our hand as we alit. We gave him ALLLLL the tips and people clapped. I love moments like that. We had SOME time to kill so we popped into the bar next to the theater. Drinks are a lot cheaper and come faster in a bar. So we each had 2 vod sods and a glass of water. I made her drink hers. Then back to the theater. One of those GORGEOUS art nouveau jewel box theaters that are disappearing. Some guys stopped to comment on how we are exact opposites, physically. We get that a LOT. Especially when people think we are lovers. Eye roll. But, we let them buy us a shot and then found our seats. The show was Jesse Malin , a LES fixture and we ADORE him. It isn't really sitting music but nobody around me was standing and so I stayed seated too but danced in my chair. Didn't take long til I realized I had to pee and now I was pee pee dancing in my chair too. About half way through the show I leaned down to Peg and told her I had to pee. She agreed , her too, and we decided as soon as the show was over I would bolt for the door and use my size to push my way to the front and grab a spot on the ladies room line. We do this a lot. If we need to get somewhere, I lead the charge, pushing through. I'm the one we ladies look for if we get separated. No gal gets left behind! Lol. So we have our pee plan and I chill out, just grooving. But then, an encore. Wait for it...3 encores! I watched people leave and thought to myself that should make the bathroom line better. A hahahahahahaha. Hahahahaha. So naive 🤗 The lines were wrapped down the hall and down the stairs. We got on one but after 15 minutes it had barely moved so we decided to go find a late dinner and pee there. That neighborhood has some GREAT indie dining so we picked some authentic tapas joint that was ready to close but said we could sit if we ordered NOW. So we ordered before we even sat down and then went to our table. And the phone rings. It's Pegs babysitter. Her daughter is sick and we gotta JET.Ok, cancel the dinner order and let's get to the train station asap. We were gonna take the last train home in the early morning but instead we now had about half an hour. Still, no cabs. So we set out on foot. A bit of a trot/ power walk. In heels. Torture. Limping. We caught a cab about half way there and rode to the station. As we are getting out of the cab we synchronize our watches, so to speak. I will pee, she will buy us water and gummy bears and we will meet at the gate. And then the phone rings again. This time it's her soon to be ex husband freaking out that she isn't at home and the kid is sick. Never mind where is HE? GRRRRRR. I'd heard that argument too many times and it pissed me off so I wandered away, up to the side of Penn Station, near an entrance I don't normally use. I was about 100 feet from her, watching, and holding my crotch bc now that we had made the station in time my adrenaline had died down and I had to PEEEEEEEEEE. That always happens. If I get distracted enough the need to go disappears. Poof! So now I'm standing there, grabbing my crotch, pushing the pee back up and in,staring at the building wall, very self conscious, feet dancing about. I hadn't successfully had a public accident yet. Some close calls. But not the real deal. I was terrified. But the hold was so obvious. So I kinda waddled over to the door to look inside. I couldn't see a bathroom and didn't know where they were by that door and she was still yelling on the phone. So I waddled back to my spot, scared to open my legs much to walk. Checked the time. We were now cutting it very close. "Peg!" I yelled. She turned. I pointed to the watch I wasn't wearing and indicated the time. She nodded and held up her pointer...asking for more time. I nodded, miserable and groaning. And then I felt a leak. I gasped and turned back to my wall. Another leak. Another. I looked down and my shoes were stained a little and a tiny puddle had formed and was running down hill. And that puddle was growing as my bladder now just gave up the fight and I stood there, hiding my face in the wall as I emptied my bladder and watched it spill out into traffic between my feet and down the slightly crooked sidewalk. Omg, could anybody see? It's dark but well lit there. Cops everywhere. Was I gonna get arrested? Omg, that just happened! This was unbearable. I was mortified, men everywhere and they always STARE. I'd had enough. I marched over there, grabbed her arm and said " come on, now Peg" and she finally hung up. We darted inside. I lectured her about her shitty hubs as we ran and she asked me about having to pee. When we saw that our train was close to done boarding I told her I can wait to pee til we get on the train. Great. Run! Run! I had to take my heels off and run on that skanky floor. Shudder. And we barely made it. Full train, lots of dude bros on their way back from a country concert at the Garden. Ugh. I feel so self conscious around basic dudes. They are not my demo and I am not theirs. Double decker, packed train. We had to walk a lot of cars before we found a place to sit. I was behind Peg, and she couldn't see my face burning with shame as we marched past that entire train of people. Trains have such garish bright light and now my shame was on full display. We plopped down in our seats, facing each other and she finally noticed my pants. She asked when that happened. I tell her when she was on the phone. She apologized and then told me it happened to her all the time when she was pregnant. For some reason, this actually helped to make me feel a little better. She decided to go find the bathroom. She still hadn't peed but she also hadn't had nearly as much fluid as I had. She came back after a long while and explained that everyone on this train is wasted and that the bathroom is at the exact opposite end of the train. My bladder was full again so with an ,"Ugh" off I went. I found the bathroom and tried to pull the handle. Locked. Fuck. Does anybody else feel like immediately after an accident they need to have another one asap? Cuz that def happens to me. So I stepped to the side and waited. And waited. And waited. The pressure building, almost painful now. And my wet jeans were rubbing against my clit and I don't wear panties with jeans so...I had a lot of sensations down there and it was mildly erotic but I don't think I had identified that yet. But I did have to go again. Badly. I was back in pain, doubled over but now brightly lit trying to act nonchalant. Standing , arm wrapped around my middle,over in the little vestibule where people detrain and I could feel the leaks starting again. And then I just BURST. My jeans had started to dry a little but were still very damp and cold. And now they were hot again. I could hear the puddle dribbling down the stairs behind me, onto the steps, steep steps, loud. Holy shit. A lot of spill bc by then my jeans were super saturated. And then the bathroom door opened and the world's frailest woman came out and saw me. But I don't think she saw that I was wetting myself in the shadow. I managed a feeble half smile bc apparently even mid accident I am still polite 🤷 So, I finished peeing there, worried if I tried for the bathroom before I was done I would leave pee where people were. So I finished then dashed for the bathroom. Maybe it's not so bad, I thought. And then I looked at myself and heartily laughed aloud. I was a MESS. It was so obvious. It was up my back by now. I took a couple pics. I wish I still had those. Then I washed my hands, gave myself a pep talk and marched back out there. I put my head high, my shoulders back and my snottiest " I fucking DARE you to step to me" face and started walking back. It never fails... Only, something was different now. I wasn't ashamed anymore. Now that there was no way I could hide it, I decided to own it. And now I started putting a little wiggle in my step. Because...I liked it. I wanted a man to stare at my ass as I strut by, eye level, and then see that it was soaked and know what I did and that I wasn't embarrassed about it. Yes, I did this. This happened to me. Now what? I wanted him to think about how I got like that or even better how damp my pantiless ass was in my jeans, all white and round. I slowed my strut, really putting some hip into it, feeling myself. Kinda tingly. What was happening to me? What was THIS emotion? Minutes ago I was mortified, burning in shame and now I was...smug? How can I feel both at the same time? I sat back down and Peg was oblivious bc I was already wet when she last saw me. She fell asleep almost immediately while I sat there, squirming on my seam so that it rubbed my clit , watching the dark world go by out the window, smiling to myself. In retrospect , I'm thinking for the first time, that's probably when I caught the omo bug. I was on my own. I hadn't planned it. My previous experiences with Mike had maybe helped prime me for what to do if an accident happened. It had made the option acceptable in my mind, rewired my brain a bit. Prior to him I hadn't given any thought to wetting my pants, privately or publicly. This was for me only with me and I was almost high off of it. I was buzzing from the thrill and sensations. I came so hard when I got home that night😘
  7. Hey hey hey. In a rush so I can't write much now but I wanted to share before I went back out for the night. I ran a lot of errands. Had to go into closed office, get my booster, pick up one grocery order, go to ANOTHER grocery store, visit my sister, go buy prescription cat food for my ancient gentleman cat AND do some retail therapy 😍 I drank (2) 1L bottles of water and a 16oz coffee over say 3 hours. I actually thought I probably wouldn't end up in the position to have an accident but that urgency kicked in with a swiftness that surprised me. After this accident I raced inside, cranked the shower on HOT, stripped down and grabbed my vibe. I sat on the toilet seat and my big white bareass slid and squeaked around on the seat bc it was so wet and pissy😈 The original video was 6 minutes long bc I couldn't find a secluded spot. I just kept driving and whimpering and cursing. But the file size limit made me have to cut most of it. I'm heading out for the night. Won't be TOO late, this booster is kicking in and my arm hurts like a bitch. It's FREEZING tonight. Maybe my knee socks and I will have some fun at home later🤔 PS- cold weather calls for closed toes and I would once again like to point out how AMAZING these waterproof, d/w safe, flats made out of recycled plastic, are. Ladies and Theydies- run, don't walk, to buy a pair. I wish y'all could have seen me all pink from the hot shower, standing under the water, washing my shoes in the shower with a lil shampoo, humming and grinning,elated. Have a great Saturday night ya filthy pervs. XO💋 InShot_20211120_211330053.mp4 Some aftermath. I'll post some of me, miserable, searching for a place, later. InShot_20211120_211434040.mp4
  8. Vic, the young woman better known as Courier 6, was coming to the end of her umpteenth trip through the Mojave wasteland, accompanied by her faithful and amusing friend Veronica. The old control tower at Camp McCarran was in sight in the orange glare enveloping Vegas in the desert night, and the two were already trying to figure out what they were going to say to the NCR officer about the Legion's progress. Our beautiful courier was indeed snooping around Mojave's affairs, in order to expand the influence she had acquired when she became the owner of the New Vegas Strip. But tonight, it was Veronica who gave the ideas. Her ambitious friend seemed elsewhere. She kept nodding without listening, didn't walk straight, and looked as if she was a bit drunk. Veronica was not fooled, and it is once arrived at the surroundings of Vegas that she finally asked her : - Do you have to pee? - Uh what? No, not really, why? - You walk funny, you don't listen to me, if you have to go, go ! - No but it's ok, we're almost at the airport where there's a toilet. - Well, if you want, but no need to keep holding it in an abandoned city with no one to see you! Do you think it's still pre-war? The two girls laughed together, then the courier answered: - Veronica, I'm a big girl, it can wait, don't worry. Veronica noticed that Vic's voice was shaking a little, like a hint of... something, stress probably. Amused, Veronica put an end to this awkward conversation: - You're weird, you know... After all, Veronica didn't care about her friend's bladder, and decided not to make any more remarks about Vic's natural needs. However, when they arrived at the gate of the camp, the two girls stopped so that the soldiers could open the big gate for them. Vic couldn't stand still. She squirmed, but seemed to calm down for a moment; suddenly she tightened her legs very hard and gave a little cry of surprise. In spite of her resolution, Veronica said to her: - You can literally go pee anywhere you want, go ahead! What are you waiting for? To do it in your panties? At these words, Vic blushed. She loosened her legs and looked discreetly at her pants. Out of the corner of her eye, Veronica saw a dark spot on them but didn't say anything, because she really didn't know what to think anymore. When the door finally opened, the courier rushed into the camp. With both hands stuck on her crotch, she ran to the airport lobby, and asked the soldiers where the bathroom was. She ran in that direction, followed by Veronica. The latter found Vic in one of the cabins, the door not even closed, trying unsuccessfully to pull down her pants, because her hands kept coming back on her crotch to avoid a big accident. Unfortunately, Vic's attempts didn't work: in front of Veronica's amazement, the stain on Vic's pants grew, and the pee began to drip down her pants, hissing as it passed through the fabric of her clothes, echoing as the big drops fell on the tile floor. Standing in a puddle of piss, all soaked, Vic seemed to be in a state of trance. Veronica too, for she was completely flabbergasted. Gone completely red, Vic turned towards Veronica: - Veronica... I... I peed in my panties. I have to find a new pair of pants and panties and wash myself somewhere... right? The way she described her condition, the way she said panties, the way she said Veronica, while slowly removing her soiled clothes... There was no doubt, Vic was... horny ? Veronica tried to remain normal: - I told you you were going to piss yourself, I don't understand why you didn't react sooner. Although she had never thought that this kind of delirium existed, Veronica understood very well Vic's behavior, why she kept holding it and why this whole desperation scene didn't seem very authentic. But still, it was quite unbelievable for Veronica: she could see her friend, a courier coming from nowhere, with extraordinary talents, with such a magnetic charisma, having propelled herself overnight to the head of New Vegas... Peeing her pants, all red, tears in the eyes, like a little girl, completely overwhelmed by her sexual impulses. That's also the magic of the Mojave, thought Veronica, no one to tell us what to do, no one to prevent us from going deep into our desires... Actually, Vic was just like Vegas : completely perverted, but so attractive...
  9. There was one guy on here who was fabulous. Forgot his name, but I wasn’t thr best customer to work with back then and even though I said sorry they don’t want to do another story for me which is fine. Wondering if there’s anyone or anywhere else to pay for stories??? Omorashi in general
  10. Because everyone requested this I shall give you something. I feel a little guilty because I wont be able to post this weekend. This is from my Holding Accident~ I hope it is enjoyable as I probably wont post for a little less than a week from now. ac4555b7-c248-4521-8756-016de6ca8848.mp4
  11. Some of you may have read my story ‘desperatly driving home from work’, which happened three weeks ago. Today I’m gonna tell you what happened the next day (February 2). Sorry it took me so long to write it, but I’ve been extremely busy the last few weeks. Hope you enjoy :) So my day was very similar to the day before: I work for two hours, have some spare time and then work another two hours. Since I had almost full-on wet myself in my car (if it wasn’t for my pull-up) the day before, I had kinda learned my lesson and I decided to drink less water. I left for work, but this time I didn’t wear a pull-up, because I felt more confident about drinking less water. Nothing special happened until I was in my last hour of work again. When I arrived at my last patient’s house and we sat down at the table, I saw they had already put a 0,5 litre bottle of water and a big glass on the table for me. At first I was hesitant to drink it, considering the events which happened the day before. After 15 minutes, I decided to drink some water anyway, because I was actually really thirsty. I hadn’t been drinking anything since my lunch break, which was 5 hours before. Some water was welcome. It was my last hour of work and I didn’t feel the need to pee. If the need would come, I would still make it home dry … I thought. So In the last 45 minutes I downed the bottle of water completly. The moment I stood up to pack my things and say goodbye to my patient, my bladder started to work. When I sat down in my car, a huge wave of desperation hit me. So typical. I immediatly felt like I was at 8/10 and had to jam my hand between my legs. I started my car and heared a familiar sound *beep beep beep*. The sound brought me back to earth. The beeping was telling me I had almost ran out of gas and had to find a gas station. I was already driving around for quite a while with my almost empty gastank. Normally I go to a gas station near my house, but I had forgotten to do that before going to work. With a 30 minute drive ahead of me, I probably wouldn’t make it home if I didn’t put any gas in my car. Great, this is not what I had imagined. I didn’t want to put gas in my car. I wanted to drive home as fast as a could to be able to pee. Anyway, I had no other choice. While being desperate in the car again, I started looking for a place to buy gas. Although I don’t recall being as desperate as I was the day before, I still had a really hard time holding it. I was squirming almost constantly and pushing my hand between my legs every now and then. After 20 minutes I finally saw a gas station and pulled over. The moment I stepped out of the car, gravity started working and pushed hard on my bladder. I immediatly felt even more desperate than I was when I was driving around. I started walking around my car nervously. I had to pee so bad. I felt like the moment I would stop moving and relax my muscles, I would completly soak my grey jeans. It was the first time I stopped for gas in this kind of gas station, so I didn’t really know how it worked and I needed some time figuring out which steps I had to take. While I was doing so, I was kinda pee dancing to prevent myself from wetting. I was lifting my legs and pushing my crotch a little bit while bending forward. I grunted. ‘Just put a little gas in the car’, I said to myself. ‘Just enough to make it home’. There was just no time to waste. I was on the verge of wetting myself. I took the handle and started putting gas in my car as fast as I could. I tried to keep my figure and stand still. The moment gas started pumping through the tubes, my bladder gave in. A huge spurt dampened my panties. And another. And another. I looked down in horror, and immediatly saw some strains spreading on my inner thighs. They went from my crotch to halfway my thighs. This is it, I thought. I’ll have to come home and admit to my parents I have wet myself like a 5-year old. My mind had already given up the fight, but apparantly my body hadn’t. To my own surprise, I somehow managed to regain controle after those three spurts. I jumped back in my car and started rubbing my thighs, hoping the wetness would magically disappear. Which of course didn’t happen. I also put my airco on and started blasting hot air to make the stains go away. That’s how I proceeded my drive home. I didn’t leak or spurt in my panties anymore, even though my bladder was still really really full. Like the day before, I immediatly dashed into the bathroom the second I got home, doing another pee dance in front of the toilet. The relief was huge! After that I sprinted to my room and put on my pyjama’s, before having dinner. My parents never noticed what had happend. Nailed it!
  12. As it implies in the title, this happened to a 3rd grade girl a long time ago while I was still in elementary school. If that's a bit young, apologies in advance, but I post because it's relevant. So, as I have mentioned once before on this site, I, myself, almost had an accident in the room where they confine violent kids. Well, there was this one girl who did something to merit being put there for a while. I was not in that kind of room, but I was still in enough trouble to be in that area of the school. Initially, she was very rowdy, and rather quite annoying. However, after about 30 minutes being in there, her expletives and shouts of anger began sounding more like pleas for help, and at some point she admitted to needing to pee. Given her history and recent behavior, the teacher ignored her. Another 30 minutes or so in, her wails for relief became more and more silent, ultimately coming to complete silence. At this point I knew what happened, and when the teacher finally decided to open the door, there she was, crying quietly in jeans that were absolutely drenched and with a massive puddle under her feet. According to the teacher, and most everyone else, such pleas shouldn't have been preceded by and made with such violent tones, considering that she may as well have played "the boy who cried wolf" in a school where going to the bathroom is an excuse to get away with any number of things.
  13. To give you guys some background, I will start telling what caused me to pee my pants. Since Friday I set a goal for myself to become more fit and to eat a little more healthy. So I decided to drink at least 2 litres of water a day. I started early in the morning with a big glass of water, grabbed myself a 0,5 litre bottle for the road and headed of to work. I will not get into detail with the first part of my day, because otherwise the story would be way too long, but I will give you a short resume. I work as a speech therapist and I give those sessions in schools or I go to the people’s houses or I work in my office with my collegues. Anyway, Friday’s are always long days. I start working early and always have to drive around in my car a lot, from one place to another. I sometimes feel like I’m living in my car. When I’m working, I’m normally not drinking that much, because I find it kinda embarrassing to ask my patients if I can use their toilets while I’m working in their house. So I rather hold it. I have a stash of diapers in my car and I often use them. Sometimes I put them on before I go to work or sometimes I put them on in my car when I’m in desperate need. Wearing a diaper to work, I do that with an average of once a week, but I do it more because I enjoy the feeling than because I actually need it. I mean, I can manage my toilet breaks and when I pee in the diaper, it’s often on my way back home, because I think it’s a waist not using a diaper what it’s designed for. Anyway, I’m dwelling. Since I’m not used to drinking all that much water, my bladder ofcourse reacted. I drank the water at a steady pace, drinking from my bottle and refilling it constantly. The morning was rather calm, but in the afternoon I had to work way more. So I decided to wear a diaper, just in case of any emergencies. During the day I have been desperate more than once in front of my patients. Tugging my pants, shifting weight in my chair and crossing and uncrossing my legs. When I came home in the evening I counted the times I had peed during the day: 10 times of which twice in the diaper while I was waiting in my car to go to the next patient. I undid myself from the diaper and wore my normal turqoise panties again. In the evening I met up with my best friend to go to a pub and have a chat. I already drank 1,75 litres of water during the whole day, so I had almost reached my goal. No giving up now. I ordered two waters during the evening while my friend was having some beers. Knowing I had now drank more than 2 litres of water, some soda in my lunch break and some soda during dinner, my bladder probably had to deal with more than 3 litres of liquid during the whole day. At 00.15 I started to get desperate. The desperation came all of a sudden, while my friend was having a serious conversation, Thinking it would be rude to interrupt her, I just started shifting around in my chair again. I glanced over to the door of the bathrooms and right next to the door, I saw an ex collegue of mine. I had had a long day and I was getting really tired, so the last thing I wanted to do was pass by him and have some smalltalk. Sounds rude, but I really wasn’t in the mood for that, so I just waved at him. I thought I could manage to hold it until I was home, because that wouldn’t take much more time. We were both getting tired. Just as suddenly as the desperation started, it dissapeared again and felt much more at ease. Around 00.45 we decided to go home. I had to drive my friend home, a seven minute drive. About halfway, we said how much fun it was to be able to spend our time like this: talking to eachother while driving into the night with the music out loud. My friend joked about making a detour or driving somewhere else to prolong the moment. Me, being the good friend, I immediatly slowed down the car and took a sharp right turn into another street. Thus started our detour! But maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. We drove around for about 15 minutes and joked around. When we were about three minutes away from her house, the desperation reappeared. You know how you have these two kinds of desperation? The one were you can feel your bladder’s really full and it aches a lot and the one were you can feel that the piss is already in your urethra. It was the latter that hit me. We were still in our detour and I immediatly felt I wasn’t gonna be able to hold my pee for a long time. This was not good. I asked my friend if I could turn around and head home. She said it was alright. I started speeding like crazy. My friend knows about my fetish, so I was really embarrassed and I didn’t dare to start doing a pee dance in my car or pushing my hands between my legs to hold myself. She knows how I secretly enjoy this and I didn’t want her to make a comment about it. Instead I only pressed my legs together as hard as I could. I was getting really nervous. My eyes flashed outside, looking for a place to pee when I dropped her off. But we were in the middle of the city, so no way I could just pee outside. Knowing I wasn’t gonna be able to hold it, I just hoped I would make it to her house so I could just let go when she stepped out of the car. The moment I pulled over to her driveway, I felt a huge spurt dampen my panties and dripping down toward my butt. I pressed my legs some tighter. All I could hope for was my friend getting out of the car really fast, but instead she opened the door so so slowly while still talking. Another spurt found it’s way out of my bladder. She stepped out of the car, looked over and said goodbye. Another spurt. My legs were shaking, my hands making fists. Pee was pooling between my legs. Luckily my pants were black, so my friend wouldn’t be able to see what was happening. The moment she closed the door and waved, the gates opened. I glanced over at my lap while putting the car in reverse, and I saw the wetness spreading all over. No matter how hard I tried, my muscles wouldn’t tie up and I just couldn’t stop peeing. I gave up the fight and gave in to the feeling of my warm piss spreading all over my legs and my butt, before being absorbed by the carseat. I rubbed my hands between my legs and over the wetness. 30 seconds later I finally stopped peeing and I drove home sitting in my own piss. When I parked the car in front of my house, I put some more pressure on my bladder and started peeing again. I was amazed by the amount of pee I could still let go. More wetness, more rubbing. I was enjoying this way too much. I opened the front door, hoping I wouldn’t run into my parents or my sister and quickly went upstairs. After undoing my wet pants and panties, I pulled a diaper out of my closet and put it on. I was so arroused about what just happened. After blowing off some steam and before going to sleep, I downed another big glass of water, just to make sure I had to pee in the middle of the night so I could use the diaper instead of the toilet. And so I did. This was only the first day of me trying to stay hydrated. I wonder what the next days will bring ;)
  14. Guys, I have started writing female desperation stories blog. It is mainly based on long holds and deliberate desperation. http://life-without-toilets.blogspot.in/ Please let me know what you guys think of the stories there and suggest me some new ideas. I will really appreciate it
  15. This turned up under a Portuguese search, but the girls seem English. I don't recognise them from any of the usual sources, maybe someone else has a clue. Apologies up-front if it's embargoed, the clip is genuinely unidentified. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xp_LEaEtkGQ SEM TER ONDE IR O JEITO FOI MIJAR ALI MESMO.mp4
  16. Cut of a simple wetting by Natsumi from Tremendous Incontinence Vol. 11 (IESP-591). IESP-591 Edit.mp4
  17. Cut of a simple wetting from the Shiori Yazawa film Tremendous Incontinence Vol. 10 (IESP-589) IESP-589 Edit.mp4
  18. The video I saw on YouTube ages ago; it was a Japansese girl in a construction area, in a building I think, and it was between 6 minutes and 11 minutes. I would greatly appreciate the upload...and I'll even through in a random vid for all you to enjoy! And does anyone have the Shaolin Drunken Monk pee scene? Долгий деспер и результат в джинсах).mp4
  19. Okay, so I decided tonight, that I would wet for the first time ever. Nervous as hell, I asked my friends Antifairy, LedinWind and Linkx if they were up for a skype holding competition. They all seemed alright with it, so we began our voice call. I began already needing a pee, so I was scared about how long i'd last. 2 glasses of Cola down, and i was already occasionally holding myself. By the end of my 3rd glass, I relocated myself to the bathroom to make sure that I didn't wet myself on the couch. By now, my bladder was bulging out from my stomach, and I felt really uncomfortable. The others teasing me over skype didn't really help, and by now, Dizzy had joined our competition. I pressed on my abdomen, desperation beginning to rise in my bladder. 4th glass, and I was shifting uncomfortable on my chair, rubbing my stomach and pussy. The pressure was becoming unbelieveable, and it was all I could do to not lose it all. I was breathing hard. By the time I had my 5th glass down, I stood up in the bathtub and started pacing around, grabbing myself frequently and moaning quietly to myself. The pressure built up like nothing else, and I was rubbing my pussy infrequently and squeezing my thighs together. Then Loki came into the bathroom to see what I was doing. "Are you about to wet?" he looked at me with a comical expression on his face. I knew that things would only go from bad to worse. He grabbed me by the wrists and said, "Stop moving babe... You know you wanna let it out." I felt my muscles flailing, and a spurt escaped , dampening my underwear. "N-no..." I whispered, "I'll lose it hun." "You're going to anyway." he smiled, "And anyway, it's only fair babe... You did this to me. Now, stand up." I cringed, and tried to straighten up, and as I did, another spurt escaped. "No, I'm gonna lose it!" I whispered hurriedly. "Straighten. Up." he laughed to himself. As I did, the most amazing thing happened. Warm, clear pee began to run between my legs and swirl towards the drain. It ran over my thighs and my butt, warm and wonderful. I have never felt anything like that before, but I would love to do it again. And here is my proof <3 My bulging bladder ./////. view from the front .////. view from the back .///////. view from underneath >//////< my wet underwear >///////< I hope you all like my pics, tho I apologise for the bad quality .///.
  20. I wrote this story last night, after drawing a picture of a bulging bladder girl and naming her Zelda. I can't upload the picture as of yet, but I will if I get the chance; she's not intended to be Princess Zelda from the Legend of Zelda games, but you can of course imagine her any way you like as you read. I've been a member of this site for some time, enjoying it immensely, and only now am I finally giving something back. All feedback and comments, especially constructive criticism, are more than welcome! I hope you enjoy :) (EDIT: after copying and pasting this into the uploader, I had to manually insert spaces, as the tabs didn't copy. Any suggestions on how not to have to do this?) Zelda woke up to her alarm clock, and got out of bed with a stretch. She had slept lightly and was wide awake now, and as planned her bladder was quite pressingly full. She enjoyed the feeling and savored it while she picked out the day's clothes, before heading to the bathroom and stripping. Her body was a sight to behold: she was a beautiful, curvy girl; thick but not fat; tall, straight shoulder-length hair, and large breasts that flowed easily with the rest of her. The nice bulge in her tummy where her bladder was struggling mildly to contain its load was just as fitting as her chest, and could very well have been natural chubbiness and looked pretty all the same; however, as she sat on the toilet and sprayed it out in a much-needed, very relieving pee, it diminished into a flat tummy that looked no less natural and beautiful. Zelda sighed in equal parts relief and disappointment when her bladder was again empty. She hadn't gone to the bathroom in three full days, so she had been facing quite a load, but still – she rather enjoyed being that full. No matter! Zelda reminded herself, as she stepped into the shower, that she had a much bigger, more satisfying hold ahead of her, for today she would depart for her friend's lake house, which was across the country, and she fully intended not to relieve herself until she got back (not out of a distaste for others' toilets, however; simply out of desire for a nice challenge). The warm water poured over her and splashed off her many curves as she cleaned herself gracefully, grinningly anticipating the excitement ahead and imagining the water from the shower as being in her bladder, imagining how it would feel. She decided, as she stepped back out again and picked out a towel to begin drying off, that it would feel rather good. When Zelda was dried off, she put on the clothes she had chosen: a black skirt with pink panties, and a blue t-shirt with a pink bra. She blow-dried her hair and combed it down in its sophisticated yet friendly and reliable little wave across her head, and walked back to her room to double-check her luggage one last time. Swimsuit, suntan lotion, clothes, toiletries, a book to read, pajamas, her phone, and a notebook – it was all there. She zipped the back and carried it out to her car, and then went back inside to have a breakfast before leaving. She ate a quick muffin while pouring herself a tall glass of cold orange juice – the first batch of liquid to begin filling her bladder. She gulped down the orange juice all at once, feeling quite dehydrated, and briefly considered downing another one; however, she decided against it, on the grounds that she would probably pee herself if she drank that freely. What an idea, me peeing myself, thought the brown-eyed girl to herself as she moved out to the car and got in. Ridiculous! She smiled and shook her head to no one, and began driving. Four hours passed. The drive to the her friend's lake house was as straight as an arrow the whole way there, but she would have to make one night-stop in the middle. As she had left shortly after sunrise it was now 11:30 AM, and she was feeling thirsty (at least, she was feeling bored and her bladder was feeling empty). She pulled into a rest stop and bought a large coffee at the small concession stand, as well as a handful of health-bars for the road. She drank the coffee in several big gulps as she was leaving, and had an empty cup by the time she reached her car. Her bladder, of course, was no more full than it was five seconds ago before drinking the coffee, so Zelda experience no direct effect; the thought, however, of almost double the liquid from before on its way to fill her, provided enough entertainment and fantasy-inspiration that she was no longer bored. Her breasts bounced innocently as she climbed into the car and plopped down on the slightly-bouncy seat, and turned the head of a passing young man, who almost received a death glare, but due to Zelda's somewhat flirty personality (and, more effectively, her somewhat aroused state of mind) received a wink and a smile instead; her wondrous attractiveness nearly tripped him. Back on the road. Another four hours passed, and at 4:00 PM Zelda noticed a small twinge coming from her lower abdomen. She put one hand on her belly and pressed; sure enough, she could feel her bladder beginning to get the smallest bit full. It being only the first day of driving, this was a bit worrying, but then again she was the iron-bladdered Zelda! She continued driving. By 9:00 PM, she was ready to call it a night. She found a hotel and dragged herself in, sleepy despite the extra sleep she had gotten last night, the coffee she had drank, and the now-noticeable urge in her bladder. It was still practically nothing at all, but its constant reminder of presence surely must have counted for something. Either way- Zelda brought her bags up to her room and flopped down on the bed, not even bothering to change before falling asleep. The second day went much the same as the first, with two differences: Zelda did not pee when she first awoke, and when the day was nearly out at 7 PM, she was arriving not at a hotel but at her friend's actual lake house. She had even had a similar glass of juice with breakfast and bought a similar cup of coffee at the same time! One other small but all-important other difference may be noted: by the end of the second day, her iron-bladder was now beginning to feel moderately full, and on her normally-flat tummy she could see a bit of a bulge forming. Its width and height covered her evenly from hip to hip, and from crotch to belly button; it was perhaps a centimeter in depth. She pressed on it, and in response her bladder complained a bit more loudly than immediately before, sending a wave of excitement through Zelda's amazing body. She sat in the car and enjoyed a minor chill from the thought of holding for multiple more days before finally peeing again, before getting out and gathering up her bags. “Hey Zelda!” Zelda turned around, and found her life-long best friend Crystal standing right behind her, arms outstretched in a hug at the ready. Her blond hair spilled down over her chest, which was a bit larger than Zelda's. She was a larger person in general for that matter, being wider and thicker and perhaps even a bit chubby, but of course Zelda loved her all the same. They drew one another into a hug as Zelda said “Crystal! Hi! Oh, long time no see!” “I've missed you!” said Crystal sincerely. “I've missed you too!” They drew back out of the chest-squishing embrace and held one another at arm's length. “How've you been?” “Oh, I've been just great! My out-of-town project is done, so I can actually go home straight from here!” Zelda gasped happily, forgetting all thoughts of her bladder and its moderate fullness. “That's wonderful!” she cried, pulling Crystal back into another hug. When they finally let go, Crystal offered to help carry in the bags so they could get them all in one trip, and Zelda happily accepted. The two beautiful girls, thus, headed into their vacation house and tossed down their bags. “C'mon!” said Crystal. “It's almost sunset! You'll want to see every twilight you can over the lake; it's beautiful as anything.” She and Zelda raced to the balcony, where they sat and enjoyed the bright reds and oranges of dusk, and watched as they turned back to dark purples and blacks. In her idleness of mind, Zelda's bladder reasserted itself a bit more strongly then before. She was now what she considered 'comfortably full' – about a 5 out of 10 urge to pee. If she thought about it, this was rather unsettling; she had done exactly half of the driving portion of her trip, and her bladder was about half full. Accounting for no time at all spent actually at the lake house, she would make it home just as she reached 10 out of 10; a completely full bladder! She did not, therefore, think about it. Again, she was freaking Zelda! She had no need of these childish urges such as peeing, she had no desire to go back on her word not to pee until she arrived home, and she did not have to pee. (Exaggerations and optimism aside, Crystal would be doing the driving on the way back home, so Zelda need not worry about an overfull, swollen bladder causing an actual road safety issue). Crystal said “So why don't you come inside and we'll have dinner? I have pancakes ready!” Zelda smiled at how well her friend knew her and went inside after her, keeping an eye on her bladder. She poured herself a tall glass of milk all the same, though – the fifth dose of this volume of liquid she would consume. After dinner, the girls spent the evening catching up on each other's lives (though they had been exchanging calls almost daily); at the end of the talk and at bedtime, Zelda's bladder was reaching a 5.5/10 fullness. She went into the bathroom to change into pajamas, and eyed the toilet. Of course she wouldn't pee just yet, but it was there in case she...well, never mind. It wouldn't come to that much of an emergency. She walked into their shared room to find Crystal already changed and in her bed. Most people, with a 5.5/10 urge to pee, would walk a bit crooked, or else with an unnatural bounce in their step, or if neither of those then with cross-legged steps now and again; Zelda had none of that. She walked to her bed exactly as naturally as if her bladder was empty, the only sign of her impending desperation being the slightly-visible bulge on her belly. Normally the girls would have stayed up talking for another hour, especially given their separation, but tonight they agreed by mutual silence that it was sleepy-time. Crystal was asleep almost immediately, and Zelda, only slightly drawn aside by her inner piss collection, followed soon after. Morning came, and with the yellow sun came yellow pee; not from Zelda – of course, as she had resolved not to and was only at 7/10 fullness now – but from Crystal. She woke with some confusion, and Zelda saw her get up and dash to the bathroom. Zelda follower her, out of some worry but mostly curiosity and potential excitement, and saw her closing the door hastily. She walked up to the door quietly. She heard the tapping of Crystal's feet on the floor and a moan or two, before finally an “aha!” and the dropping of a toilet lid. Crystal had finally gotten her belt undone, Zelda imagined, and was now sitting down to relive herself of a pee that had made her dance. Sure enough, as Zelda listened, almost immediately after the toilet lid hit, she heard a gushing stream strike a body of still water, and build up to a maximum force quickly – unmistakably someone peeing hard, as though said person was about to pee her pants as she walked into the bathroom. The beautiful sound of Zelda's friend emptying her apparently-large bladder went on for nearly a minute – having no nice effect, of course, on Zelda's own bladder, which was now aching a bit – before finally slowing down to a trickle, and finally slipping out of existence with a drop, a flush, and a sigh to end all sighs. As Crystal washed her hands, Zelda dashed back to their room and grabbed a set of clothes, and then dashed back and pretended not to have left, just as Crystal exited the restroom. Zelda looked at her with teasing, knowing eyes, and Crystal paused, raised her eyebrows, and said “Hm?” She wasn't still for long, though, before saying “Oh! That.” and blushing with a laugh. “I had to go to the bathroom SO bad, you don't even know. I was about to pee all over the floor.” Zelda laughed to cover her arousal at her friend's amazing pee and at her own filling bladder, and said “All that piss just from overnight?” “No, actually I've had to go since like yesterday morning. Like even when you arrived I was ready to pee my pants.” Crystal explained herself with an embarrassment that was not actually unpleasant, but rather simply submitting of itself to a light teasing. “Oh, okay” said Zelda, smiling. “Good thing I didn't go like- THIS!” With the last word, Zelda dropped all of her clothes on the floor and lunged at Crystal, tickling her relentlessly until she almost fell over. She paused for a moment – a fatal mistake, as in that moment Crystal turned the tables and began tickling her! She laughed, and squirmed and writhed around in her friend's grasp, trying to escape the onslaught while also holding her pee, which was getting harder by the minute. Finally Crystal let up, and they both lay on the floor, giggling and poking one another. A few of Crystal's pokes landed innocently on Zelda's bladder, and unknowingly caused Zelda a good amount of pain to continue holding back the flood. Even at only 7.5/10 desperation, three-quarters full, Zelda's bladder held a LOT of pee, and bulged out considerably far; perhaps a whole inch! Finally she got up and gathered her clothes, and Crystal got up and began making herself breakfast, the both of them still letting out a giggle here and there. Zelda closed the bathroom door and had herself a nice hot shower, elegantly lathering her body with soap and rinsing with water. The water running over her body, of course, only gave her constant reminder of her considerably full bladder. She gave it a few experimental presses, and each one seemed to increase her need not only in the short run, but also in the long run, as if it actually added water into her bladder! Of course Zelda knew this was silly, but it was nonetheless what it felt like. Stepping out of the shower and drying off, Zelda noticed an issue. In her haste to grab some plausible waiting-for-the-bathroom clothes, she had picked up her swimsuit instead of her underwear! She thought about calling to Crystal, or even just streaking across to her room quickly (they were extremely close friends and would hardly even be embarrassed). A better idea, however, occurred to her: why not just wear her swimsuit? It wasn't cold inside the house, and as mentioned they were close enough that the show-offy near-underwear suit would be perfectly acceptable. So she just picked up the black two-piece suit and put it on. It showed off her body excellently; the top was basically a bra with most of the edge parts cut off, exposing her soft breast from the top and side; the bottom was a thin piece of underwear that accented her hips and butt and, incidentally, her bladder, which was now sticking out by perhaps in inch. She exited the bathroom, carrying her regular shirt and pants along with her pajamas, as if she had intended all along to wear nothing but her swimsuit. Crystal didn't notice the scandal, and didn't question her friend's clothing choice; thus they ate breakfast just as if Zelda were fully clothed (and not, by now, a bit bursting to pee). They had planned to go outside swimming today, but a brief evaluation of the water revealed it to be “too frickin' cold for life to exist”. This study, however, was found to be both “nonsense” and a “silly complaint”, and thus a counter-study was carried out, which was then forced to admit that it was “pretty darn cold”. Zelda, however, really wanted to test out her holding abilities when exposed to the water, and since tomorrow was their last day they needed to do it either then or today – presuming she could even hold her pee until tomorrow to make it an option! Thus it was resolved, with some persuasion from Zelda, that they would go outside and swim in a few hours. In those few hours, Zelda managed to get herself into some trouble. She had consumed a glass of orange juice (with breakfast) , a glass of milk (with the juice), a bottle of water (“I'm thirsty”), another bottle of water (“I'm still thirsty”), and a third bottle of water (“I like having something to sip while I read.”). And in those few hours, the liquids had made their way down into her ever-filling bladder, upping her urgency levels from a 7.5 to a solid 9. The bulge had grown considerably, now pushing outwards perhaps an inch and a half over her whole tummy, and the actual pressure and effort involved with holding it in had become nontrivial. Zelda sat in her chair reading, with her legs uncrossed but pressed together slightly, silently facing one wave after another of temporarily increased urgency to piss. It was even a bit hard to maintain composure; she had some desire to shift around in her chair, and wished more than once that she could cross her legs. During a particularly bad wave, she had even pressed her hand into her lap subtly for a second or so, to hold it back. Zelda – the beautiful girl with a bladder of steel – really, really had to pee. “You wanna go check the water again to see if it's good?” Crystal finally suggested. Zelda looked up from her book, and suppressed her desire to pee in order to pay attention. “Uhh- yeah! Good idea.” she said. She stood up, still in nothing but a bathing suit, and managed to keep her urge to pee underground, beneath the surface. If Crystal had looked, the bulge on her tummy would have been unmistakable, but Crystal did not look, having not noticed that her friend had not used the bathroom once in the whole time she was there, or else assuming she had peed a few hours ago before breakfast. Either way, even as they both plunged into the water playfully and began swimming and splashing around, Zelda managed to control herself decently, and even could ignore her silly pee-filled bladder enough to have fun with her friend. The water, however, did nothing to help her efforts, and in looking out at the vast stretch of lake that hid even its other side from sight, she was reminded of her own personal lake, colored a brilliant yellow and struggling to escape. As they climbed out of the water a few hours later, she still managed to hold it in discretely, though with some more effort than before. She was, as she admitted to herself, as full as 9.5 now. Her bladder gave her no peace at all, instead it constantly begged and negotiate with relief, threatening more than once to empty itself without Zelda's permission – a threat, by the way, that Zelda could not fend off with sheer will power; she crossed her legs. After drying off and going inside, Zelda still opted to remain in only her swimsuit. Her bulge was quite visible, sticking out a full two inches from her normal flatness (though Crystal, happily, took no notice) and her efforts to keep the dam shut were gradually becoming more and more desperate. It was only mid afternoon the day before they leave for two days of driving, and already the great Zelda was coming close to her limit. This wouldn't do. She got up and paced a little, not entirely to help her think. She walked to the kitchen to grab another water bottle, and sipped at it worriedly. Soon it was gone, and she was well on her way through another one – practically playing double or nothing with her bladder – when Crystal walked in and asked what was wrong. Zelda almost blushed to find that she had not been entirely composed during her pacing, and had done a bit of a squirm at either end of each line of steps, and had given herself a little squeeze between the legs on more than one occasion. She instantly stopped each of these cold turkey, and stood pointedly still with her legs pointedly far apart. “Oh, nothing's wrong.” She said. “I'm just...sad to be leaving this place so soon. It's so nice here.” Crystal looked at her sympathetically and said “Oh, c'mere you!” and pulled Zelda into a long, tight, comforting hug. Of course, the tightness of the hug meant the Crystal's whole body was pressing onto Zelda's bladder. Not wanting to be rude – and genuinely enjoying the embrace – Zelda hugged back just as hard, doubling the pressure on her bladder. She felt as though she would explode right then and there, but she somehow managed to pull through and remain still as Crystal ended the hug after an unbearable eternity, and headed to the bathroom. As soon as she was out of sight, Zelda took a moment to squirm around, do a little dance on the spot, and grab her crotch a few times, to catch up on all the holding she owed her bladder. She took out a third bottle just before gulping down the second, and wondered why she was doing this to herself. She wouldn't be able to hold her pee even without all this needless extra, so why drink it? Why not make it so she could at least last longer? Her train of thought was cut short by hearing another loud, strong pee coming from behind the bathroom door. It sounded quite relieving to its owner, which of course just made it even harder for Zelda to hold. Too bad! After Crystal came out, Zelda refrained from going in herself, and instead said “another nice pee, I notice?” and grinned teasingly. Crystal grinned back. “I really had to go.” she said, blushing. “I thought I was gonna pee myself when we were hugging!” Torn between arousal and desperation, Zelda simply said “That makes two of us.” “Oh!” said Crystal. “Sorry, am I keeping you out of the bathroom?” Zelda laughed and shook her head. “Nah- I'll go later.” Crystal first made to ask if Zelda was sure, but something in her eye told her that Zelda was in fact quite sure, so she instead asked “Oh? Why not now?” “Eh.” replied Zelda, lying with the casualness of her voice. “I can hold it.” Crystal chuckled. “Alrighty then.” Dinnertime came and went. Zelda's bladder stretched more and more to accommodate for the three bottles she had drank while pacing, and she continued valiantly fighting on, holding back the pee for just a minute longer, again and again, still showing few outward signs of her desperate need. She wasn't yet at a 10, but 9.5 was too small a number to capture her need. A 9.8, she might have called it. Either way, as she ate dinner she squirmed from side to side, shifted in her seat, and kept a hand near her lap at all times. When Crystal would look over she would summon all her willpower to stop moving, and somehow keep herself shut tight and dry discretely, until something else caught her friend's attention, whereupon she would resume her pee-dance. After dinner, she remained again in her bathing suit, being too full of pee to concentrate on changing. In her room she threw all her stuff into her bag and considered herself packed for tomorrow. The owner of the house could keep her toothbrush and toothpaste; she was NOT going near a toilet in this state. The girls' evening stay-up was conducted in much the same was as dinner, with Zelda sitting still and calm when Crystal looked over, and when she looked away desperately scissoring her legs, crossing them tightly while rocking back and forth, and squeezing her hand between her legs. Their chatting went on nearly an hour, and Zelda could barely comprehend any of it due to her extreme urge to piss. Afterwards, it took her nearly another hour to fall asleep for the same reason. She absolutely refused to relieve herself in that bathroom, right up until her desperate tossing and turning of wakefulness became a gentle shifting and squirming under the palm of sleep. Zelda awoke in pain. Her bladder immediately screamed in her ear for relief, and she all but ran straight to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She danced on the spot, trying to remember in her still sleepy mood how to take off underwear. By the time it came to her, however, she also remembered her promise. I will not pee in that toilet. She continued hopping back and forth from foot to foot, biting her lip, holding herself, trying to calm the 3-inch bulge in her tummy that was her swollen bladder. A solution had to be reached, now. Finally it occurred to her: she promised not to pee in the toilet. She could very well, if she wished, go pee in the lake. So, she burst out of the bathroom and ran frantically down to the shore, noticing Crystal enter the bathroom only peripherally. She reached the water in a matter of seconds, and was just about to let it all out when she saw a family with children canoing past, taking their sweet time to get on past their part of the shore and out of sight. Zelda watched them with a burning glare, doing a full pee-dance where she stood. She paced back and forth in a panic, desperate to hide her predicament from them in case they might look over. She took two steps, and bent over with crossed legs, holding her crotch. She snapped back upright in less than a second, only to groan and press her legs together tightly. She looked this way and that for somewhere, ANYWHERE she might be able to relieve herself, but found none! She continued pacing around, her bladder on red alert, beyond 10, beyond 11, beyond 12! She was desperate to pee, frantic to pee, absolutely, positively, at-the-limit, DYING to just go pee already! In a frenzied panic, she ran back UP the stairs into the house, and ran to the bathroom door, holding her crotch the whole way. She ran up to the door and seized the knob, only to find it locked! She danced frantically back and forth around the hallway, bouncing up and down, holding herself, and doing everything possible to keep her piss contained. She pounded on the door and yelled “Crystal! For God's sake hurry up! I'm gonna pee my pants!” Tears came to her eyes, as wave after wave of pressure and pain cam over her. She was in the final minute of her holding, she knew that much. Her frantic, desperate, panicked dance could only last her so long. And right then, it happened. There was no sneeze, no scare, no tickling, no anything at all. Zelda simply could not control her bladder any longer. First a single spurt came out, then the whole rest of the flood. The first spurt caused only a slightly damp spot on her swimsuit; the flood came out in a thick, strong, hissing jet of hot pee, locked up in Zelda's bladder for so long. It came out uninvited by anyone, least of all Zelda herself, yet as Zelda stood, frozen, with her legs crossed over so that she was pressed low to the ground and both hands in her crotch, it came out anyway. It puddled up on the floor quickly as Zelda watched in horror. She couldn't believe it. She, the iron bladder; she, the holding queen; she, Zelda (!) was standing here, peeing her pants. Wetting herself. Having an accident. A minute later, Zelda was still peeing violently, tears coming out almost as fast as piss, and she saw Crystal coming out of the bathroom. Her already red cheeks turned an ever deeper hue and spread the color around her whole face and to her ears as she continued letting it out, only now far enough through the process that she could begin to feel some relief. By now, she had given up all hope of trying to stop the stream, but even though at this point she felt she might be able to regain control, she didn't try; it felt too good to finally be releasing her enormous, overfull, sore bladder to put it off for even a second. Even as Crystal looked at her in surprise and even some disgust, Zelda just looked down and continued on for two full minutes, before her stream finally tapered into a steady little trickle, and then uneven drops. One more spurt of full-powered pee came out, and then she was empty. Her puddle extended several feet in each direction; Crystal had stepped slowly away to avoid it, and as she had her disgust had turned to astonishment at the sheer size of her friend's bladder, and finally laughing amazement at it. Zelda looked up in shame, expecting disgust and anger, but found her friend laughing hilariously and holding her sides. They met eyes, and Zelda's confusion brought forth an explanation of her hilarity when Crystal was able to talk. “Have you been holding ever since I went last night, when you said you really had to go?” she asked, with tears of laughter in her eyes. Zelda's mortification was slowly turning to humor as well, and she explained half-laughingly “Ever since I left my house.” This only reactivated Crystal's laughter, and pretty soon Zelda was laughing too, standing now in an enormous puddle of her own piss, still spreading slowly out, for no reason other than sheer stubbornness. Minutes earlier, she had stood inside the very bathroom in front of her, and decided not to pee, and here she was, facing an empty bladder nonetheless, though with the added bonus of the mess to clean up. She laughed along with Crystal until her sides ached as well, and until the spreading puddle threatened to got on the furniture nearby, and necessitated them to calm down and clean it up, which Crystal helped to do unquestioningly. When they were nearly done, Crystal got up and went into their shared bedroom, and emerged with a set of Zelda's actual clothes. Zelda had finished cleaning and put the used paper towels in the trash, then turned to face Crystal, still wearing her soiled swimsuit. “Here,” Crystal told her. “Take a shower, and put these on.” Zelda took the clothes with a hiccup and a “Thank you”, and proceeded into the bathroom. She peeled off the soaked suit-bottom, and unfastened and drew off the top. She took a nice, hot shower, and though it seemed she had escaped this incident with nothing more than an affectionate laugh and humorous bonding-session, she resolved in passing that she would train and stretch her bladder until she could hold for as long as she would have needed to to make it home in a potential next visit – six days. When she exited the bathroom, Crystal was waiting for her with packed bags and a hug. She held her friend close, and though Zelda was disappointed not to have made it, and slightly ashamed to have not made it in such a dramatic way, she felt a lot better. Crystal began with a straight face: “It's been an...interesting-” at this point she twitched and giggled “-an interesting trip, hasn't it?” Zelda smiled. “Yeah. I suppose it has.” They looked at each other with wide grins, and then burst into laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. They continued laughing as they carried their luggage out to the car, and they continued laughing as they did a last check of the house, and they continued laughing and chatting away all the way home. It had indeed been an interesting trip!
  21. Found this nice wetting from XTube. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=FMFea-S197- Desperate Piss - XTube Porn Video - Maxy_Muster.mp4
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