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  1. A woman desperate to pee tries to squat in the woods, but waited a little too long and ends up having an embarrassing accident in this voyeur video. Here is the scene- A voyeur is lying in wait with a night vision video camera, ready to capture some public squatting and relief. It seems the voyeur’s efforts are about to be rewarded when Sosha comes by, holding herself, wearing jeans and a coat. She is so desperate, however, we can see the back of her pants are already wet as she squats down. She doesn’t even have time to pull down her panties, instead freely peeing through them. She must hear something, or have some reason to suspect she is being watched, because mid-pee she suddenly stands up and halfway pulls up her jeans, but then stops as she realizes she is still peeing. Once she manages to stop the flow she pulls her pants up the rest of the way and runs off. In the process, she makes a huge mess; She has wet her jeans, peed through her panties, and continued peeing down her legs as she tried to stand up. This attempt at squatting was a complete and utter failure, and thanks to night vision technology we can enjoy all of it.
  2. I've seen a fair bit of omo artwork on here featuring Summer from Rick and Morty, but never any fiction. Allow me to remedy that! ------------------------------------------------------------------- “Space. The final frontier. The-” “Jesus, quit narrating already, Morty!” yelled Rick Sanchez. “I already got enough of a *urp* headache.” “Sorry Rick,” said his grandson Morty Smith. “I was just trying to add a little atmosphere. You know, ‘cause there isn’t any in space.” “Boo,” jeered Morty’s sister Summer. The mad scientist and his grandkids were currently flying through the outer reaches of the Horsehead Nebula. They were on the way back from their latest misadventure, where they had discovered (much to their dismay) that screaming suns were common in some parts of the galaxy. All three were currently nursing badly bruised eardrums. “Ugh, how much further is it?” Summer groaned. “Another sixty light years or so,” Rick replied. “What’s the rush?” “Ugh, why can’t we just take your portal gun?” asked Summer, avoiding the question. “Summer, we’ve been over this,” scolded Rick. “The portal gun is only for emergencies or *urp* if I feel like it.” “Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” Morty encouraged. In the backseat, Summer crossed her legs and fidgeted. The truth was that her bladder was getting uncomfortably full, but she was not about to admit that. Forget it, she thought. I can hold it for another sixty light years. A few minutes later, Summer realized she had been lying to herself. She had never had to pee so badly in her life and felt that she might lose control at any second. Summer couldn’t imagine wetting herself. She hadn’t done that since… well, since the Hulk Musical a few years ago, but that had been on purpose; that was different. “Hey, are you okay?” asked Morty, interrupting Summer’s thoughts. “I’m fine, Morty,” snapped Summer, crossing her legs even tighter. “Oh ruh-really?” said Rick. “You’re acting kinda funny.” “You think she picked up some sort of virus on that planet?” Morty asked. “Could be,” said Rick, “though I’m not sure what it is. We’ll have to run some tests and-” “No!” yelled Summer. “I just have to pee, dammit!” An awkward silence filled the spaceship for a few seconds before Rick broke it. “Oh,” he said simply. He pulled out his hip flask, downed the last of its contents and handed it to Summer. “Here, use this.” “Grandpa Rick!” cried Summer, aghast. “Y’know,” Morty piped up, “you wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just let Rick put in that catheter.” “Not helping Morty!” snapped Summer. “Jesus, Summer,” groaned Rick, “you’re a big gu-girl. Can’t you just hold it?” “No!” cried Summer. As she said it, she felt a few drops of urine trickle out. “Please, this is getting serious! Use your portal gun and take me somewhere where I can pee!” “Okay, okay,” said Rick. “I don’t want you getting the upholstery all wet.” With a pull of the trigger, a glowing green portal appeared. Summer jumped through it immediately, with Rick and Morty right behind her. Summer tumbled out of the portal, receiving an unpleasant jolt to her bladder in the process. Taking in her surroundings, she saw that they were surprisingly… normal. Looking around, Summer could see a public park, a library, a few restaurants… The one thing she didn’t see, however, was a bathroom. Seeing a man nearby on the sidewalk, Summer walked up and tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me!” she said. “Where’s the nearest bathroom?” “Bathroom?” the man replied. “Why, it’s all around you!” He turned to face Summer and, to her horror, she saw a dark stain spreading across the front of his pants. Summer gasped and backed away, her bladder begging for relief. Enraged, Summer rounded on Rick. “What the hell is this?” she cried. “Hey, yuh-you asked me to take you somewhere where you could pee,” said Rick with a shrug. “I’m a scientist, not a miracle worker.” “That’s not what I meant!” yelled Summer. “I wanted you to take me to, I dunno, a planet of toilets or something!” Summer grabbed the portal gun from Rick’s hands and fired. She had seen him use it plenty of times, and was pretty sure she had just made a portal to somewhere with a toilet. In any case, it had to be better than her current location. Ignoring Rick’s protests, she once again jumped into the portal. Summer landed more gently this time, which was good because she wasn’t sure how much more her bladder could take. She had reached her limit back on the spaceship, and it seemed like only a matter of time before- Wait a minute, thought Summer. Where am I? This time, there was grassy savanna all around her, with scant cover provided by a few trees and shrubs. A few people dressed in rags were milling about in the distance. “Ugh, I got a buh-bad feeling about this place,” muttered Rick. “I’ve never been here before, and if my travels have taught me anything, it’s that seemingly peaceful planets always have suh-some sort of hidden danger. Like cannibals or toxic spores or-” Summer wasn’t listening. She didn’t want it to come to this, but she was seriously considering just relieving herself in the bushes. She was just about to ask Rick and Morty to look away when she heard screams in the distance. “Aw jeez,” groaned Morty, “what’s going on?” “Maybe if you shut the hell up and looked, you’d figure it out,” snapped Rick. The people dressed in rags were running towards the trio, screaming in terror. Pursuing them were horses with riders Summer couldn’t quite make out. She squinted and saw that they were… toilets!? With faces, arms and legs? “Don’t let them escape!” cried one of the toilets. “Kill the filthy humans!” He lobbed a spear at the fleeing humans, missing by an inch. “What the fuck is going on?” cried Summer. “Run now, questions later!” Morty replied. The trio fled for their lives, Summer’s bladder jostling uncomfortably. They ducked behind a thicket of bushes, gasping for breath. “Seriously though, what is this?” gasped Summer. “It’s just what you wanted,” said Rick. “A planet where humans were overthrown. It’s a planet of toilets.” “Seriously?” groaned Summer. “That has to be the stupidest-” “I just don’t get it,” Morty interrupted. “Why would toilets rebel against- oh, I guess I just answered my own question.” “Shh!” whispered Morty. “They’re coming!” They didn’t move a muscle as they heard hooves approach and come to a stop. “Did you get ‘em, John?” said one of the toilets. “Not yet, Lou,” said the other with a disappointed sigh. “Aw, don’t get all down in the dumps,” said John. “We’ll flush ‘em out soon enough. Then they’ll be in deep shit.” “We gotta get out of here!” hissed Summer. “Agreed,” said Rick. “They’re ruh-really reaching with these puns.” He fired the portal gun and all three jumped through once again. With a flash of light, they were back in Rick’s spaceship. “Shit,” groaned Rick, “the portal gun’s out of juice.” That was the last thing Summer needed to hear. She felt certain she was going to wet herself at any moment. As she squeezed her hands between her legs, she felt a few drops of pee leak out. “No no no,” she whimpered, squirming in her seat. “Look!” shouted Morty. “A spaceship!” Sure enough, a grimy twin-engine cruiser was floating in front of them. “Do you think we can use their bathroom?” gasped Summer, any sense of shame gone. “I dunno,” said Rick. “Won’t hurt to check. Looks like this adventure is-” TO BE CONTINUED
  3. Super awesome

    female Looking for a anime video

    Llooking for the anime vid of one with the teacher makes a student piss her panties on camera.
  4. Author's note: This story does contain mild sex, and I fear I may have fixated a little much on the descriptions of the various states of Allison's panties throughout the course of this day. Women's panties, or lack thereof in other circumstances, are kinks of mine that become apparent in the details I focus on. A problem I don't intend to do anything about. This is also sort of long as it follows our experience from mid morning to dinnertime. ***** Throughout that semester of college that began with Allison's first wetting (Chapter 1) we had several more wet fun times, but these mostly amounted to me asking her to pee her panties on a weekend (free schedules and my roommate was usually gone), her doing said wetting, usually in just a t shirt and bikini panties of my choosing, and ending with passionate sex. Not much to set a scene or build a story around. The next event of note took place one rainy, cool Sunday, a day not really good for much besides laying around. It was too early in the semester to be worried about projects for classes and neither of us worked Sunday. I arose from bed around 10:00, naked as she was, climbing over her in our cramped, dormitory-issue twin bed. I looked out the window to check the day, then, discouraged by the gray gloom I saw, pulled up a weather page on my desktop. “Urgh, this weather sucks,” I complained, seeing no improvements throughout the day. “These dreary days always make me feel lethargic and useless.” Outdoor activities were out of the question and neither of us had much in the way of funds for movies. “I like days like this,” Allison responded lightly, “it's a good excuse to be naked and lazy all day. You should try it sometime.” A common complaint of hers was my lack of a Standby mode, that I was constantly looking for something to work on. “Naked I am A-OK with so long as you're joining me. But I know me, I will be pacing like a caged lion by 2 pm.” “Whhaaat if I incentivize you to stay with me inside?” I raised one eyebrow, and my cock twitched. I am pretty sure she noticed both. “What is it you have in mind?” “Well, you have asked me before to leave my wet panties on afterwards… this seems like a day well-suited to try that.” I was at full mast before she finished her last sentence. “Well, he certainly agrees. Are you going to be able to control that thing for long enough to try?” She began to tease me, “maybe this isn't a good idea, afterall,” “Nooo, no no no no. It sounds like a fine idea to me! I promise to restrain myself.” “Not too much restraint, I hope.” My heart was picking up pace, wondering what this day had in store for me. “Now, you want to do the honor of picking the sacrificial cloth?” “You know I do,” I replied, walking to the dresser that by this point was half her clothes anyway. I found what I was looking for, a pair of white cotton full-back bikini panties that complimented her milky skin quite well, and I found particularly fetching with a wet patch on the crotch. They had been used on a couple occasions already. “Those again, huh?” she assessed as I turned around with them in my hand. She slid her legs out from the bed covers and I, acting without prompt as of one mind with her, dropped to a knee to slide the panties on her feet. She stood up and I slid them up her legs, placing a gentle, quick kiss on her tuft of hair before it disappeared underneath the garment. She put on nothing else, her 38C breast swaying along with her long dirty blonde hair as she led me by the hand to the bathroom. No ceremony this time. No drawn out attempt or coaxing was any longer necessary. She sat on the toilet and immediately let the pee flow, flooding the seat of her white panties with her first pee of the morning. She looked at me leaning against the door frame taking in the full picture, and she flashed me a smile that spoke volumes. Allison felt no enjoyment from the feeling of wetting herself, but she adored the way I looked at her, watching her do it. She told me once much later that she never thought an act of exhibition could make her feel so loved. Once the stream was over Allison stood up, shook her hips back and forth to sway the remaining drips off, then casually washed her hands. To this day I am not sure if it was out of habit (completely unnecessary as she had literally touched nothing since walking I to the bathroom), or, as I suspect, it was a ruse to give me a breathtaking view of her wet panty-covered rear, bent forward for half a minute. She knew well how to push my buttons, and enjoyed playing whack-a-mole with all of them. That task complete, she grabbed a towel from the rack and walked past me to the couch, lightly tracing her fingers along my stomach as she passed. She folded the towel neatly, and plopped down on the center cushion. She looked at me with a look that said “what are you waiting for?” and patted the cushion next to her. I scurried back to the bedroom and grabbed a pair of loose black boxers as well for myself. That couch had seen far too many nights in its life for me to sit naked on it all day. I sat down next to her, in the seat closest to the TV. My roommate had placed his 36” TV all of 2 feet from that cushion, so that, while ludicrous to watch from that close, you could reach the DVD controls without moving, or searching for the frequently missing remote. This suited our purpose just fine. Allison asked “mind if we watch one of my movies?” This was sort of rhetorical because a) she was partial to 90s action movies like Con Air and Bad Boys for which I needed no arm twisting to watch, and b) given what state her panties were currently in, I couldn't and wouldn't care less what we watched. She earned her right to choose, and knew it. I put in Payback as I liked the movie well enough, and I knew she had a thing for the scantily-dressed Lucy Liu, the only girl for which Allison any longer harbored any lesbian tendencies. Through the movie we munched on chips and 7-Up, Allison leaning further into my torso as the movie progressed. I was hardly paying attention to the movie (aside from Lucy), and through most of it focused on my gently tracing her body her from waist to shoulder, through her long blonde hair, and along her bare breasts. Eventually, but with no sense of urgency, my fingers found their way onto the still-damp material of her panties, and spent the next quarter of an hour or so idly stroking her, enjoying the cool, wet feeling against my finger tips, and the heat emanating from underneath She widened her legs just a little bit, inviting the touch to continue, and progress. I slid the damp gusset of her panties to the right, allowing unimpeded access for my fingers. Allison sank deeper into my chest and closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment. When the moment was finished and the shudders ceased, she came back to Earth and looked at me, those big green eyes that had destroyed all barriers I had ever erected against others. She smiled and said simply, “I have to pee. Be right back” Allison stood up and walked away from me, headed to the bathroom. I watched her walk away, admiring the sight of the visibly soiled panties swaying with her hips. I wanted to call after her to rewet the panties she had on, but I felt I should not push my luck. She again pushed the luck for me, calling through the bathroom wall “so, should I leave these on still while I go?” “Yes!” “You sure you want these wet? They aren't far from dry, I could be sitting with you like a normal human!” “No, thanks! Normal is overrated, anyway! Wet is good!” She chuckled a little and I heard her release into the toilet. I still held my place on the couch when she came back out with a new wet patch on her white panties, turning the lower front translucent, her pubic mound slightly visible as she walked slowly towards me. Without saying a word she knelt in front of me, freed my engorged member from my underwear, and took me fully into her mouth. When we were finished I held her head against my chest for a few moments, wondering how in the hell I got so lucky, and gave voice to the question. Allison sat back down next to me with a blanket and a drink, cuddling up to continue our lazy day, wet panties still snug around her waist. I was a little incredulous, we had both just gotten off, I thought that was that for her. “Are you keeping them on?” I asked, rather stupidly. She looked at me as she popped another chip in her mouth and said simply, “Mmhmm. All day, remember?” Then placed a quick kiss on my stupefied lips, turning her attention back to the TV. The day played out in much the same way for the next few hours with another movie and light petting, until both of us had to get up to go. By now her panties were basically dry, though it was obvious what she had done. I took a usual place standing over the toilet to relieve myself when she slid behind my and took hold of the base of the shaft. “Let me aim, I've always been curious about this,” she cooed. This was unexpected, and a foreign feeling that it took me a disquieting amount of time to overcome. She snuggled her body into mine, resting her chin on my shoulder (I am only a couple inches taller than she), and the reversal of roles about who was soothing whom was not lost on me. Finally I was able to let go, and she directed the stream first dead center, then started aiming it around the bowl, careful not to make a mess, but clearly amused. It is an extremely intimate and at the same time odd feeling of urinating with someone else's fingers doing the guiding. When done, she tucked me back into my boxers, then pulled me by the hand into the adjacent stand-up shower. No words were spoken; no words were necessary. I stood in front of her as close as I could, and cupped her left cheek in my hand along her jawline as my left hand reached down between her legs, inside her panties. Our lips met. My fingers found her slick and ready for me and I played with her gently for a moment until I felt her release her bladder into my hand. The feeling of eroticism for me was indescribable, and we were kissing each other in passionate hunger as she continued to pee into my hand, into her panties. The obstruction of my hand made it more messy than normal, as the pee traveled up my palm and all down her legs, and the other way back farther along her butt, wetting the rear more as well. My fingers never stopped touching her all the while, and when she was done peeing she began to buck her hips and whispered to me “don’t stop. Please don't stop.” I could feel her bare nipples like glass against my chest as her body shuddered and she buried her head into my bare chest, wrapping her arms around my torso. I felt her climax and she nearly collapsed. I was just barely able to catch her from dropping to her knees into the remnants of the pee that still pooled at our feet in the shower. Allison took a moment standing there, still holding me, to compose herself, then said husky, “God, I love you. Let's get cleaned up a bit and head to the bed.” We turned on the shower to wash our feet and legs. She was careful not to get the water on her panties, which at this point were wet front-to-back. She knew this fact had my heart and cock ready to explode. We dried our legs and feet, making sure the shower was clean, then exited the bathroom. Allison grabbed the same towel she had been sitting on all day and followed me into the bedroom. We laid it down on another towel and Allison yanked my boxers, which had received a not insignificant amount of collateral damage from her shower release, to the ground, then pushed me down on the bed and straddled me and I pulled the crotch of her soaked panties aside. I needed no guidance as I entered her, then wrapped my arms around her butt to feel the wet cotton fabric of her (now) translucent white panties as we made love. Afterwards I lay on top of her, hips still pressed hard into her wet panties. “Ready to get dressed for dinner?” I asked “Yeah. I definitely need a shower before we leave. Join me?” “I will, indeed.” I got up, letting my hand slide one more time across her wet underwear, and she stood up to drop them to the floor. “So, was this a very wasted day?” Allison asked. She was goading me again. “No,” I admitted, admiring the site of her naked body bending over to pick up her panties and my underwear. The absence of revulsion to the feel of the pee-soaked clothing in her hand was something I took a mental note of, filing away for later. “Your incentive worked. I hardly realized how late it was, or how hungry I am. How was it for you? I know you enjoyed yourself, but is it something you would do again?” “You mean wearing wet panties all day?” I nodded. “I don't want to make a habit of it, it's not something I want as a regular occurrence in our sex life. But on a rare occasion maybe we can block out a day.” “Sounds fair. You hop in the shower, I will start laundry and be right in. Think these panties will survive?” I asked, taking the clothes from her. They had had an exceptionally hard day marinating in bodily fluids. “Oh, yeah,” she said, with that twinkle in her eye again. “Plenty of life left in those.” ***** We still have that pair of panties, though they're rarely used. Several years ago Allison quit wearing panties altogether (a fact that still makes me light-headed) and she threw out nearly all she owned, but a couple with some meaning to me I asked her not to part with. These certainly are one. Once in a while I will see them in the drawer and the memory of this day, and a few others we had with these, hit me hard and bring a smile to my lips.
  5. Scoobydew

    ffxiv Fluid Aura

    Dark shadows cast across the walls of Tam-tara Deepcroft, in stark contrast to the ever-burning sconces and torches that lined it's walls. While normally one would expect an undercroft to be a silent as... well, a grave, it seemed tonight was an exception; Shuffling and moans steadily echoed through the halls, accentuated by a distant cacophony of chants. A lone Keeper of the Moon miqo'te, Rui, had entered the Deepcroft. She had been expecting it to be relatively quiet after being cleared by a group of adventurers moons ago. Shortly after entering it, however, she realized that not all was well in the massive maze of tombs. Clutching her cane in front of her, she took a few breaths as she tried to calm the pounding heart in her little chest. It didn't help that she needed to make water, either, but she hadn't counted on being frightened nearly as much as she was. Shuffling through the corridors meekly, she eventually came across several hunched over forms. Made up of both hyur, a couple elezen and what appeared to be at least one male miqo'te, they turned to her slowly and in time with each other to gaze upon the intruder. Rui froze in place, feeling terror fill her as those pale, dead eyes locked onto the lone living thing in the cavernous expanse. A shiver passed through her body, and she was acutely aware of a few dribbles escaping into her panties as her bladder recoiled. Thankfully, she managed to clench and keep herself mostly dry, only a few wet droplets appearing on the gusset of her smallclothes. Remembering her magickal training, she tore several sizable rocks from the ground, flinging one at each of the walking corpses. All but one were flung to the ground, their bodies being crushed handily by the blunt force. The lone miqo'te was a bit more nimble, however, somehow retaining the traits he had in life. He rushed at the Keeper, and she had just enough time to cast a massive burst of wind magic at him, sending him flying down the hall before falling over a ledge into a chasm. The close call caused the poor girl to clutch her cane with both hands now, holding it close to her bosom as she could. She couldn't tell if she had dribbled any more into her panties, but the fact that her legs were still dry under her skirt indicated she had yet held on to her dignity. This situation felt beyond her, however she felt obliged to at least discover the source of the corruption before she went running. It was her duty to the Shroud, to Eorzea, perhaps! Still clutching her cane like a child would their favorite stuffed animal, she shuffled forward until she came to a massive chamber. A reddish glow filled the chamber, and it was oddly quiet compared to the rest of the Deepcroft. Moving to the center, she couldn't find anything of note... however, a strange sense of dread filled her, and her body began to tremble as she looked around for the source. Turning around, then, she finally found it... ...or it had found her. What appeared to be a hyuran woman, clad in dirty white robes and hat, stood. Rui's breathe caught in her throat with a soft gasp as the woman tilted her head up, the brim of her hat slowly revealing her grinning face. She had never met this woman before, but the way she spoke to the Keeper made it seem like they were childhood friends. "Ah, you made it to the wedding, Rui!" "I am -so- glad you could be here for me and Avere's day! Your presence blesses us..." She stepped closer, arms outstretched as if to embrace. Despite her desire to run, Rui's body was seemingly paralyzed in terror, wide eyes only seeming to get wider as a whimper passed her lips. This was it, she was done for. The poor miqo'te felt as her bladder finally gave in, deciding there was no point in holding all that pent-up pee if this was her end. Her panties steadily flooded as a stream poured from her, both passing straight through the thin material and dribbling down Rui's trembling lets under her skirt. A puddle quickly began to form under her feet, the gentle sound of trickling urine almost appropriate for such a damp place, even if it was quite a bit warmer and fresher. "No!" Rui thought, "Not like this!" She clenched her eyes shut then, still standing, trembling and watering herself in fear as she felt something well up within her. A burst of light and aether came from her body then, unbeknownst to her. When the poor Keeper opened her eyes again, the scary hyur was no longer there. The chamber was empty, save for her, and the puddle she stood in, the few last drops of her voided bladder echoing on the walls. Regaining control of her body, she looked down, shoes gently splishing in the puddle as she raised one to give her leg a final shake, thanking the twelve she had been alone when she had wee'd herself like a little kit. She quickly made her way out of the Deepcroft, intent on telling the Seedseers what she had discovered. Another adventurer would take care of it for sure, but... the most important thing to her was safety, and maybe a bath... (Featuring @Ruromo's character, Rui! I hope I did this cute scaredy catte justice! ^_^)
  6. desperatewet

    A Day at the movies.

    Briana walked into the theatre, popcorn and sodas in hand. The theater was crowded, and she was trying to find seats together for her and her boyfriend, John. John had gone to use the restroom, as a precaution. He had always had a weak bladder. She found two seats together in the middle of a row and sat down. John joined her a moment later. She smiled at him, then sipped her coke as she watched the previews. Finally, the movie started. About thirty minutes into the movie, Briana felt a little twinge in her bladder. She sort of wished she’d gone to the bathroom before the movie started. But it wasn't too bad, as of now. She could ignore it. The movie was interesting. And she didn't want to annoy those sitting near them by getting up. As the movie grew more intense, so did Briana's need. She was regretting that coke now. She crossed her legs. But she could hold it. She was sure of it. This movie was really interesting. And she had strong muscles. A little while later, Briana was growing quite fidgety. She looked over at John to see if he had noticed, but he was absorbed in the movie. She snuck a glance at her watch. Still thirty minutes left. She reached a hand down to hold herself. Thirty minutes was not that much, she convinced herself. She tried to pay attention to the movie. Finally, the movie was over and the credits began. Briana stood up. She felt her need increase with the motion. She bent over slightly and pressed her thighs tightly together. Her pee felt like it would come out any second. John looked over at her, slightly concerned. “Are you alright?” he asked. “Yeah,” she answered. I just really have to pee.” John nodded. He had to go again, himself, but not as badly as she did, by the looks of it. They walked down the theatre steps and out into the hall. Briana walked carefully and took small steps. So close, she thought. I can make it. But her heart sank as they neared the bathrooms. It seemed that many of the ladies In the theatre had needed to go. The bathroom was crowded and there was a line. “John!” she said, a bit of panic in her voice. “If I have to stand in that line, I don't think I'll make it.” John thought fast. He didn't want Briana to have an accident. He knew from experience how embarrassing that could be. Then he had an idea. “The shop next door to the cinema has bathrooms. They're right near the front. Do you want to go over there?” She nodded and they walked outside. She tried to walk as fast as she could in her predicament. The shop wasn't far away. She could make it. Right? She felt a few drops escape into her underwear. She was halfway there. A few more steps. She felt more leak out, making a damp spot on her light blue denim shorts. “I can't hold it!” She said. John looked at her. He could see the damp spot on her shorts. “You can make it.” he said. “Just hold on. We’re almost there.” A few more steps.Then Briana felt her shorts growing warmer and wetter. Pee began to run down her legs. She stopped walking and looked down at herself in shock and frustration. “John.” She said. “I'm peeing and I can't stop!” John stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, in an attempt both to comfort her and to shield her from the eyes of passersby. “Its okay.” He told her. “Accidents happen.” His shoes were getting wet, but he didn't care. “You’ve seen them happen to me before. More than once.” He added. He held her until her stream stopped, and then took a step back. She stared down at the puddle she’d made. “I guess I should have gone before the movie started,” she said. “Its okay.” He said again. She looked so ashamed. He wished he could make her feel better. Then he had an idea. He relaxed his muscles. His grey jeans darkened rapidly. He tried to arrange his facial features into an embarrassed expression. Briana looked up at him when she heard liquid pattering on concrete. “John” she asked, “are you having an accident too?” He just looked at her. Then the ghost of a smile flickered across her lips. “You did that on purpose just to make me feel better, didn't you?” “How did you know?” he asked her. A real smile crossed her lips this time. “Your eyes” she answered. “Thank you, John” she said,” for being so sweet.” John looked at her, and then down at himself. “I guess we should go home and get cleaned up, huh?” he said. “But your car,” said Briana. “We'll get your seats all wet.” “Don’t worry about it,” said John. They began walking toward John's car. When they got there, he opened the door for her and then got in the driver's seat. On the way home, he joked, “I hope your bladder isn't learning bad habits from mine.” “It better not be,” she said, grinning. He dropped her off at her house and kissed her goodnight. “I'll see you tomorrow,” he said. From her front window, she watched as he drove away. She was lucky to have such a sweet boyfriend, she thought.
  7. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 03

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    A request I did for @Faust! You can check out my request thread here and leave one of your own, if you like!
  8. Granted, this is probably gonna be a long shot given the vid I'm looking for I first found on Tumblr years before the whole nudity crackdown, but hell, even if nobody here has it, maybe one of you could help me find something similar... I remember seeing this video many years ago of a skinny girl with long black hair wearing jeans and either a t-shirt or a tank top in some old building I think looked like a warehouse. She pulled her pants down and just pees straight down into her jeans with both hands at her side. After she finishes, she just pulls them to show off the massive spot and she had a totally blank look on her face for the whole thing. Again, I'm not exactly sure that what I'm looking for is still around, but then maybe somebody here might know of a video that's like this.
  9. Does anyone know who this girl is, and where I could possibly find her? I don't know what makes the video so appealing, but I love it so much. While on the topic of this video, does anyone know any videos that are similar to this one? One that has Bad Acting, Teasing, Etc. Like this one. tumblr_obva7rRR6x1voea7h.mp4.ea2873a96a234798c6d4d96590404bf8.mp4
  10. A gentle, steady wind blew over the fields of Bardam's Mettle, the skies clear and the sun offering just enough warmth to the steppe that R'owahn didn't feel a chill. The tailored jacket she wore was more than enough to keep her comfortable. Checking over her gear once more, she gave nod to their party's leader, a Roegadyn with a sword and shield. R'owahn herself was equipped with a rapier and focus, having decided to try out 'red magic'. While not the best at it, it was still rather interesting, and her body naturally had a vast resevoir of aether to draw from, it seemed. Taking a small flask of green tea from her bag, she tipped it up and took a long draft from it. It seemed to help quiet and focus her mind, and she had been sipping at it for the past bell in preperation. The group set out through the gauntlet, easily dispatching various beastkin and other enemies along the path. R'owahn herself didn't fare too badly either, loosing spell after spell in a dance of elements while offering up the occasional slash or thrust to those that got too close. She was thankful that her party seemed competent... thus far, anyroad. They reached a stretch of Bardam's Mettle that consisted of stone walkways over flowing, whitewater rapids. It was here that the Seeker of the Sun noticed a building pressure in her lower abdomen. It seemed all that tea, while it helped her focus on her role, had quickly made it's way through her body to her bladder... and the running water below wasn't helping in the slightest. While normally the miqo'te would merely duck behind a bush or boulder to relieve herself, now was not a convenient time... nor was she willing to tell a group of people she met merely a few days ago that she desperately needed to pee! After dealing with stone constructs along the walkways, they came to a large pavilion, with a massive golem blocking their way. A booming voice rang out, neither angry nore benevolent. "Yea, you who would walk after Bardam! He who was strong as the earth, swift as a horse, brave as the thunder! You who would become Warriors of the Steppe, with death will you dance!" R'owahn gulped, feeling a quiver pass through her small body as she lamented the fight they had ahead of them. How were they to fight this thing!? The fear certainly didn't help her bladder predicament, narrowly avoiding letting a dribbling of her pent-up pee into her black silken panties. Stepping into the circle, a strange sensation overcame them; Their arms weak and aether suppressed. Somehow, they were incapable of fighting. What did it want? Her musings were answered with the arrival of a stone golem. Suddenly, the group was pulled towards it, before it reared up and prepared to smash the ground. Jumping backward, R'owahn managed to dodge the first upheaval... and feeling the ground tremble, she dodged the second as well. The black mage, unfortunately, was not as nimble, and was lifted up from the ground after being hit by both, magical chains wrapped around him. However, he seemed unharmed by the attacks... Several more attacks came, varying from straight beams of energy to falling meteors. Finally, a series of fireballs were launched at R'owahn... however, it seems between her awkward shoe style, and her current need, she wasn't as nimble as she thought she was; She tripped on a crack, and was hit twice... yet, as she suspected, it didn't hurt at all. As she was lifted up into the air, the magical chains wrapped around her body and squeezed. Letting out a cry, she grimaced and struggled to hold on, hoping her party members would succeed where she, or specifically her wardrobe, had failed. Damn that tailor! Unfortunately, they failed, and had to start the trial over. Again they were forced to dodge attacks, and again R'owahn's attire proved a poor choice as she was bound and forced to pray to the Twelve that her comrades would succeed... and that her smallclothes would stay dry. In the end, it came down to the Roegadyn, the Paladin somehow dancing around attacks despite wearing full plate. Damn she was good... Finally, the Golem was satisfied. Offering it's congratulations, it opened a path for them before disappearing. The group rallied around the Paladin, cheering her on for her amazing feat, before turning to note the Miqo'te still standing where she was before... R'owahn's knees and thighs were pressed together, both hands pressed deep into her skirt. Her eyes squinted shut, her tail lashed behind her as she stood frozen. Internally the poor girl was trying her damndest to control herself. Unfortunetely the pressure wouldn't abate; Her crotch and even her thighs were almost numb. She held, she held and she held... until she began to feel a warmth in place of whatever feeling was there before... warmth and wetness. It began as a spurt or two, which turned into a slight dribble. Slitted, cat-like eyes shot open and went wide as she felt her body betray her, the dribble turning into a stream, then a torrent as the warmth filled the gusset of her panties. Holding herself through her skirt proved to be a terrible idea, as it caused the fabric to be soaked as well as the waterfall of pee poured from the miqo'te, flowing down her leggings, onto the ground and even splattering those ridiculous boots. It seemed to last an era, R'owahn frozen in place as her body released it's waters against her will. The puddle beneath her grew and grew, refusing to soak into the stone. By the time her bladder began to ease off, her lower body was soaked; her panties were wet from front to back, her leggings had multiple dark trails running down her legs, and the shoes had little dots and streams of their own running over the leather. It was obvious to everyone looking at her that the poor girl had completely, and utterly urinated on herself, down to the last drop. Finally snapping back to reality, she straightened herself out, her hand moving from her skirt to show a saucer-sized wet spot on the front. The hem of the back of it was also wet, from having bent over. A slight sniffle sounded from her, but she stopped short of bursting into tears when a gauntleted hand rested on her head. Looking up, the Roegadyn smiled sweetly at her. In her eyes was a look of understanding and sympathy... not of ridicule. While no words were said, R'owahn felt relieved, and not just from having just peed; their leader also didn't seem to be judging her for having lost control. There was a seemingly unspoken pact made that this would not leave Bardam's Mettle. The rest of the trials went without a hitch, and the party disbanded shortly after. R'owahn, still, was thankful that her accident didn't end up becoming public knowledge... although she decided from now on she would take it easy when hydrating before entering someplace potentially dangerous!
  11. Dimwitrolo

    female Scarlett fills her mug

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Who said no free re-fills?
  12. The story I am about to relate to you concerns a friend of mine from college called Ankita. A little bit of background first. Ankita was a junior of mine in college from Punjab, a really skinny girl with a shock of frizzled hair. In all other aspects she was an almost painful reminder of the 90s Bollywood version of the ‘girl-next-door’. Raised in Chandigarh and having gone to a strict convent school throughout her life, she was the epitome of being closed-off, shy, judgmental and quite naive to the ways of the world. It was probably this contrast in character which made us friends. Our friendship was basically hinged around my making fun of her and my lifestyle (of reckless bouts of drinking, regular smoking and occasionally getting into trouble) leaving her shocked, clucking her tongue and yet strangely and increasingly intrigued. Just to get a bit of background into her mentality I’ll relate this one instance I remember clearly (for which I occasionally still make fun of her) which was the first time I’d seen her profusely swearing. I heard my doorbell ring once and then several times more by the time I reached the main door to pry it open. This in itself was weird because it had taken me barely ten seconds to reach the door yet the ringing on the other side had belied a strange insistence (as if my caller believed that ringing the bell over and over would bring me out faster). This was all too strange since I was only expecting Ankita to drop by to discuss a script for this play that she was trying to put up in college. As you can imagine the girl was punctual as hell (quite unlike tardy old me) and would never have impolitely been repeatedly ringing doorbells (or now as I could hear, insistently knocking on the door). I opened the door and found myself staring at a sight I hadn’t quite been expecting. There stood Ankita, hair more frizzed up and messy than usual wearing the college sweatshirt (it was still February in Delhi and fairly cold) and her standard blue-jeans. What caught me by surprise was the pained expression on her face. That expression was quickly explained by her tightly (and I mean really tightly) crossed legs and the hand jammed tightly into her crotch. My, my…the demure young girl from Chandigarh had lost all pretense of her usually sober (and very uptight paavam self) under the compulsions of her overfull bladder. She looked at me imploringly, the full urgency of her need to urinate communicated by every syllable she uttered as she almost gasped out ‘I need to use your toilet right now!’ Even in my haze of shock at trying to get around what I was seeing before my eyes, the evil impish side of me refused to lay quiet. I gave, what must have been for her, a maddening grin and said in a suitably irritating, sing-song voice ‘You forgot to say the magic word!’ 😛 That’s when the next surprising thing in this evening of surprises happened. She actually shoved past me yelling ‘Get the fuck out of my way! This is urgent!!’ and just ignored me to rush into my flat uninvited and ran to the bathroom. A good five minutes after what must have been an agonisingly long yet orgasmic pee, Ankita emerged out of the bathroom, bright pink in her embarrassment. She apologized to me profusely for having used ‘bad words’ before (I know right?!) I told her it was ok and went back to the business of joking around it (all the while realizing this girl for whom I had never had any sexual feelings before then would definitely pop into my head in her particular predicament the next time I was jerking off). She later told me that the reason she had been in such a state of desperation was due to the large quantities of water she had gulped down after having a round of spicy beef kebabs at Old Delhi (somehow, I was completely unsurprised by the fact of her stunningly low tolerance for spice in her food). She in fact confided in me that she was really worried during the auto journey back to my place itself. She genuinely believed for a bit, once she was off the auto and rushing towards my house that she might have an accident and wet her pants on my staircase. The fact that she had let out a spurt of urine in her panties while paying the auto-wallah didn’t help. That was the first time you could say that I had any inkling of the otherwise very repressed and uptight Ankita as an object of my sexual fascination. But over the course of the remainder of my time in college we just remained friends. By the time I was graduating she had expressed to me that she had had a crush on me for the longest time, but I knew nothing would have come of it as I was dating someone else at that point and I knew there was no real chemistry in that equation. Nevertheless, over the years Ankita stayed in touch with me and if anything began confiding even more about her personal matters with me. She found she could trust me (which is true), especially when discussing matters of sexuality. She started really trying to explore her own body though only after having herself graduated from college. She would sometimes talk to me about it and I would give her general advice to just try and shed off her inhibitions and try to be herself. What caught my attention was her latest confession to me about an incident that happened to her in her dorm. Ankita had left India to study in Germany. She currently lives in this dorm in Berlin. Their dorm system though has a remarkable feature viz a viz toilets. You see everyone in the hostel has their own room. But every two room block shares one common bathroom. This common bathroom can be accessed only through those rooms (so its basically a common attached bathroom which has two entries, one for each room). Common etiquette is that when one of the neighbours is using the bathroom, he/she locks the door leading to the neighbour’s room from inside the bathroom. This way the neighbour is spared the chance of accidentally walking into their neighbours in the bathroom. This being Germany and not India, obviously her dorm is also co-ed. Ankita’s room neighbour is in fact a Pakistani fellow called Wahid who’s studying computer science in Germany. One morning when Ankita had an off she decided (for once like a normal person) to sleep in late. But clearly even her body was too regimented to a schedule to let her hair down for a bit. By 10.00 am she had to emerge from under her covers due to the insistent ritual morning call of nature. She had ignored the growing pressure in her bladder until it had started sending little electric shocks to her urethra but it was finally the rumbling in her bowels that convinced her to get out of bed and go relieve herself. Just as she tried to open her bathroom door though she realized the latch wouldn’t move. She heaved against the door again. Didn’t budge. She let out a frustrated sigh. Wahid must have gotten in before her. She was pacing about her small dorm room for 10 minutes before a more dreadful realization began to dawn on her. It had already been 10 minutes. There was no sound from inside the bathroom. If Wahid had been bathing, she would have heard the shower or if he had been taking his morning dump she would’ve heard (what she calls a bit playfully (maybe even a little sexually) his ‘pooping grunts’). But it had been ten minutes and there was no sound. She knocked on the door softly calling out her neighbour’s name. No response. That’s when the full scope of her predicament hit her. The awful reality was that Wahid had finished his morning rituals in the bathroom and had left for college. But he had forgotten to unlock the bathroom’s door leading to Ankita’s room. Ankita quickly got out of her room and walked over to Wahid’s only for that sinking realization to hit her in the gut as she saw the gold gleaming lock on Wahid’s front door. That sinking feeling in her gut was soon replaced by the persistent rumbling of the poop building inside her bowels urging for their release. Only now, there was nowhere for Ankita to relieve herself. Ankita tried to see if she could ask any of her other neighbours to see if they would let her use their toilets. But she was practically the only person on her entire floor. It was an off day for her since punctuality freak that she was she had completed all her term assignments and her thesis writing a full week before the deadline. But the other (somewhat normal :p) people being what they were, everyone was away from their dorms clustered in libraries and labs all across campus desperately working to finish off their projects before their own deadlines caught up to them. Ankita felt her stomach drop as these realizations started crashing into her. She was still too shy to call the German building maintenance people to break into her own bathroom (and having to explain to them the exact nature of the emergency) was altogether way too unappealing. She got back into her room. The realization that relief was nowhere near in sight seemed to make her urgency to empty her bladder and bowels grow in leaps and bounds. She paced about and tried to distract herself with reading or with listening to music on her ipod. It didn’t work for too long. Soon she had one hand clutching her pubic mound around tightly crossed legs and the other straying down worriedly to check the back of her shorts to see if there was any ‘backside leakage’ every time her tortured anus let another low fart through. She tried calling her neighbour but his phone was switched off. She realized that he must be coding in the computer lab. This was bad news. If he was doing programming work it could take him hours to come back to his room. It was at this point of nearly hopeless desperation that Ankita realized just how dire her situation was. Without access to a bathroom she literally felt she had no option but to completely wet and soil her pants. If she did that, she would have no way to clean herself either. She did not fancy her chances of trying to cleanse her soiled nether regions while standing half naked at the basin of the communal kitchen and the communal laundry system of the dorm would make it well nigh impossible to hide her soiled shorts. Also, the pink cotton shorts she was wearing were her favourite for bedtime. That’s when she made a surprising decision in the midst of her urgency. She quickly slid the shorts down her slender leg. She wore no panties while sleeping so now she was half naked. She slipped her fingers through the slight but natural growth of pubic hair crowning her pudendum to use her fingers to apply maximum pressure on her aching pee-hole. Standing like that, fidgeting around half naked meant her hand grabbing her pussy to hold back the flood was constantly being rubbed up against her genitals. Ankita had only recently (despite her age of 21 years) discovered the pleasures of touching her clitoris and now her little clit buddy was fully awake from all the jostling (and obviously the pressure). She found her vagina get rather damp…and not from urine. It was pleasurable, took her mind off her urgent need to urinate for a bit. But another bubbling fart emanating out of her sparsely haired anus brought reality back to her. In her panic to clench up her rear-hole she lost a second’s worth of urethral control and all of a sudden, a spurt of overnight held liquid gold splattered onto her dorm carpet. This could not be happening! Ankita made a rare spur of the moment decision. She saw an unused glass jug she had bought a month earlier with the plan of putting some flowers in water in it to brighten up her room a bit. But that plan had fallen through and there stood the glass jug, tantalisingly empty. She grabbed it and shoved it right up against her pussy lips. The suction created by the jug’s opening gave her a sudden pleasurable chill up her spine. She would later confess that the combination of her desperate need to piss and her agitated clit (not to mention the unmentionable and for her never before attempted act of peeing in a jug half naked) had left her with a strange sense of sexual excitement. It took a second for her overworked sphincter to relax and then the urine flooded out in earnest. She couldn’t help but moan out in relief as waves of pleasure wracked her tortured body as her bladder emptied out at last. The jug was filled to the brim and Ankita hid her glassful of shame under bed. She pondered her naked pussy as she slid her fingers through her pubes to brush off a few stray drops of urine clinging to them. The pressure in her bowels too had temporarily subsided (though she had been frantically trying the difficult task of clenching her anus shut tight to prevent the horrifying possibility of accidentally letting a turd slip out of herself as she spread her legs to urinate into the jug.) It was then panting from the flush of much needed leak that the second miracle happened to save Ankita’s dignity. Wahid who had popped out of the lab for a smoke saw her missed call and rang back. She quickly explained to him the blunder he had done and the man came rushing back, profusely apologetic to unlock the bathroom door from his side of the room. Ankita received him outside her room, hands crossed around her small breasts, pink shorts temporarily back on. But she couldn’t pull off the dignified inconvenience routine for long…even as Wahid was apologising and opening his room her body betrayed her and she let out a long low uncontrollable fart. Both of them turned scarlet in embarrassment. The moment the door was unlocked Ankita rushed in and almost jumped onto the commode, rapidly ripping her shorts down. This time she told me it was her neighbour’s turn to hear her moan on the toilet as she (to use her words) immediately ‘grew a tail of poop’ out of her rear end. She was heaving and sweaty but the feeling of finally feeling her bowels empty out led to a surprising ‘mini orgasm’ (in her words). The feeling must have been so overwhelming that it was only after washing her ass and pulling up her shorts did she realize that she had been so desperate that she hadn’t actually bothered locking the bathroom door leading to Wahid’s room (though the door was closed) P.S. - For non-Indian readers 'paavam' (I used that word to describe my friend) is basically something which means 'pure' or 'innocent' and usually employed to describe a person who is naively innocent (mostly in relation to their knowledge or awareness of vice).
  13. space.princess

    College Girl Desperation and Wetting

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    (seeing if posting here works) (If you're using a phone and it doesn't have video, try opening the file with photos or something like that. Works for me) Somebody had too much coffee and water before class and ended up really needing to pee on her drive home. Trying to act as normal as she can in front of her friend, the drive home was awful as they were caught in awful traffic and stopped by plenty of redlights. She makes in back to her dorm complete dry but the fun isn't over yet. Her need dies down right when she gets back. Loving the feeling, she holds on longer, drinking more in the process. She soon starts getting very squirmy; her too tight jeans digging into her overfilling bladder. Her roommate are also home so she has to conceal her desperation as she can't even sit anymore. She trys to hold in the hot coffee pee inside her but little by little more drops start to escape until she completely pisses her jeans as so as she knows her roommates are gone.

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  14. College Girl Desperation and Wetting View File (seeing if posting here works) (If you're using a phone and it doesn't have video, try opening the file with photos or something like that. Works for me) Somebody had too much coffee and water before class and ended up really needing to pee on her drive home. Trying to act as normal as she can in front of her friend, the drive home was awful as they were caught in awful traffic and stopped by plenty of redlights. She makes in back to her dorm complete dry but the fun isn't over yet. Her need dies down right when she gets back. Loving the feeling, she holds on longer, drinking more in the process. She soon starts getting very squirmy; her too tight jeans digging into her overfilling bladder. Her roommate are also home so she has to conceal her desperation as she can't even sit anymore. She trys to hold in the hot coffee pee inside her but little by little more drops start to escape until she completely pisses her jeans as so as she knows her roommates are gone. Submitter space.princess Submitted 03/21/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Jeans Panties/Undies  
  15. http://www.videomoviles.com/YKxN9jH8Lm4// Bedwetting Prank! http://www.videomoviles.com/ZZuhGmdSu4g/m/
  16. rachelkirwan

    Cute Wetting Animation!

    https://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm25969910
  17. Here's another Equestria Girls fanfic I wrote depicting some kinky pet play and pony play combined with wetting. If anyone would prefer to see this with OC's (since Equestria Girls stories don't seem that popular here), I could do another version changing it to OC's. I also removed the farts (since that doesn't seem to be too popular here), but left in the characters smelling bad from not washing, if that's not too big a turn-off. If it is I can redo it to cut that out. Might be stretchy, but don't take too seriously and enjoy the fetish fuel. Wet Pet Play and Pony Ride Pinkie Pie was hanging out with Fluttershy at the zoo. She was wearing her dirty jean shorts and pink and white T-shirt rather than her cake frosting-smelling dress she wore to work, because she was sure Fluttershy didn't mind bad smells since sometimes a few of the animals she would see smelled worse than her. Pinkie and Sunset had been smelling bad for 13 days now, as part of their kinky activities together. She and Fluttershy sat side by side looking at some horses. Fluttershy sniffed. She looked in Pinkie's direction, and sniffed her. "Um... Pinkie Pie... You kind of, maybe smell bad. Just a little bit." "I had beans for breakfast." Pinkie giggled. "No, it doesn't smell like you farted. It smells like you haven't washed for a long time." "Oh. That explains it, cause I didn't even fart on this bench!" "I noticed Sunset doesn't smell very nice either. Are your showers working?" "Oh yeah, they're fine! Sunset and I just haven't washed for 13 days cause we decided to try being really stinky and we're having a lot of fun with it because I think we both have a fetish for it and we like to sniff each other and-" She stopped. "Sorry Fluttershy, that's probably sounding really weird to you, and we're planning to take a bath tonight anyway." "It's not much weirder than what I do with Rainbow Dash." "What?" Fluttershy blushed beet red. "Nothing." "What do you do with Rainbow Dash? Would it be something I'd like to try with Sunset?" "Um..." Fluttershy talked a little too quietly for Pinkie to hear. "Yes?" "I... kind of really like it when Rainbow Dash puts a leash on me and treats me like a pet." "Oooh! That sounds fun!" "It is. Rainbow Dash wasn't sure if I could handle some of the things she likes to do, but I've surprised her quite a bit. I've never even had to use my safeword to get her to stop. Oh, but don't tell anyone except Sunset about this." "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. Sunset and I are gonna have a lot of fun today!" ... "That sounds interesting," said Sunset once Pinkie was over at her house a few minutes later. (Note: Sunset is wearing a teal tank top and jeans, which smell as bad as Pinkie) "Would you like to try it before our bath?" said Pinkie. "If I want you to stop I'll say 'Cherry Changa.' But I don't think I'll need to!" Pinkie held out a dog leash. Sunset put the leash around Pinkie's neck. Pinkie got into a sitting position and started scratching herself with her back leg. Sunset did seem to like this a bit. "Stay while I fill your water bowl," said Sunset. She got a big bowl out of the cupboard, and saw that Pinkie had followed her on all fours, grinning mischievously. "I said stay," said Sunset, and she slapped Pinkie's butt. Pinkie giggled, which she quickly turned into a fake whimper, and walked away and sat down. Sunset pulled out a bottle of soda, one of many she had handy for when Pinkie was over. She poured the entire bottle into the bowl. Pinkie walked over to it and drank it like a dog. It did not take her long to finish, even though she had already drank five big bottles of soda before going to the zoo. Sunset took a chocolate cupcake with cream cheese frosting out of the container of cupcakes that Pinkie had baked for her recently. Pinkie sat down with her mouth open. Sunset threw the cupcake, and Pinkie caught it in her mouth and swallowed it whole. Then Sunset set an apple pie with a whip cream topping next to the soda bowl. "Eat that only with your mouth." Pinkie started chomping away at the pie, getting whip cream and filling on her shirt and all over her face. This pet play was entirely new for her and she loved it. Once she was done, Sunset wiped the whip cream off her face. "We don't want anyone to think you have rabies." Pinkie giggled. "How would you like to go for a walk through the park?" said Sunset. Pinkie started panting with her tongue and walked forward on all fours. Sunset walked after her, opened the door, and walked along the sidewalk to the nearby park. Anyone they walked by dismissed it as Pinkie just being Pinkie Pie. Everyone in town had seen her do lots of weird stuff, and to them, this was no different. They had just reached the park and were walking for about a minute when Pinkie said "I gotta go pee!" Sunset was about to let her go find a place to pee, when she realized Pinkie hadn't used her safeword, Cherry Changa. Sunset chuckled and said "Just hold it." Pinkie whimpered as Sunset continued to walk her through the park. The sodas she had drank had gone through her and she really needed to go. Her heart was pounding not just from how badly she needed to pee, but also from the situation she was in. Being denied the bathroom, possibly to the point of an accident, was very exciting for her. She knew she could end it any time, but she didn't want to. They walked through a grassy area with trees, a little out of view in case anyone came by. Pinkie wanted to cross her legs but she couldn't, as Sunset had her keep walking. This just made it more exciting for her. "I REALLY gotta go!" said Pinkie. "I said hold it," said Sunset, half-expecting her to say "Cherry Changa", but she never did. Pinkie wanted this and Sunset knew it. A little over a minute later, Pinkie felt the crotch of her stinky shorts grow warm and wet. She stopped in her tracks as she started peeing full force. She sighed in immense relief and pleasure as warm, yellow waterfalls flowed down her legs in torrents and soaked the grass below her. Sunset stared as Pinkie wet herself in front of her. She must have really needed to go. Her shorts were drenched and she was still peeing. She felt just as aroused as when she had been massaging Pinkie's butt over the past several days. And she could tell, from Pinkie's deep sighs, that she was enjoying this greatly. After about a minute, she slapped Pinkie's butt. "Keep moving!" Pinkie shook her head as if snapping out of a trance and started to walk forward, still peeing. She knew beyond all doubt her white panties were yellow now. Not that they were very white before her accident. She peed for just over two minutes, and continued the walk in her wet shorts. This was even more fun for her than when she had accidentally peed a little when Sunset had tickled her. After about half an hour of walking around the park, they reached a big mud puddle, for it had rained the night before. "Step into the mud," said Sunset. Pinkie did as she was told, getting mud all over her hands and knees. "Now lay on your back." Pinkie laid on her back and raised her arms and legs in the air. Sunset gave Pinkie a belly rub, causing Pinkie to giggle and splash a bit of mud around. Once Sunset was done, Pinkie got back on all fours, the back of her T-shirt and shorts covered in mud, and the front of her shorts wet with her pee. And, like Sunset, she smelled bad. Sunset turned around and walked Pinkie back home. After Sunset threw another cupcake to Pinkie, she removed the leash. "Was that as fun as you hoped?" "I REALLY need a bath, but that was even MORE fun than I thought it'd be!" "Why don't we take that bath now?" Sunset filled the tub with soapy water. Pinkie stepped into the tub. "Are you ready, Sunny?" "One minute. I have to go to the bathroom first." Sunset sat on the toilet and started to pee in her jeans. "Ahhhhh..." Pinkie giggled as Sunset wet herself. Once Sunset was done peeing, she climbed into the tub with Pinkie. They dunked each other's heads, lathered their hair with shampoo, and scrubbed each other's sides and armpits simultaneously with soapy sponges. Then, Sunset scrubbed Pinkie's butt, because Pinkie was the dirtier of the two. Then they switched positions, and Pinkie scrubbed Sunset's butt. Once they were done, they scrubbed each other's stinky feet. Of course, this tickled Pinkie, who splashed about in the tub. Once they were clean, they drained the water and filled the tub up again, relaxing in the tub for another half hour. Then they got out of the tub. Sunset blow dried Pinkie and changed out of her wet tank top and jeans into her pajamas, and a new pair of underwear. ... They stayed clean for a few more days, except for some sploshing on one day, which included covering themselves in pudding, frosting, and whip cream after some cake sitting. Then they stopped washing for another ten days, except instead of wearing her jeans, Sunset wore a short, tight pair of gray shorts due to the summer weather. After another of their usual sessions, Sunset said "Do you want to do some more pet play?" "Actually, I'd like you to ride me through the park like a pony this time!" "Sure." Sunset thought this was funny because she used to be a pony while Pinkie Pie didn't. A few minutes later, Sunset was riding Pinkie through the park. Anyone who saw them, once again, dismissed it as Pinkie's usual antics. At about the same point as last time, Pinkie said "Ooh! Sunny, I gotta go potty!" Sunset just slapped Pinkie's butt in response, getting her to move faster. Pinkie was enjoying this as much as last time. Needing to pee really badly, being denied a bathroom, unable to cross her legs. She held it as long as she could, but ended up soaking her shorts again. And, just like last time, she stopped to take in how much she loved the relief, the warm wetness, and the naughty feeling of peeing herself, before Sunset slapped her butt, signalling her to continue walking. Before Pinkie was done peeing, Sunset said "I have to use the bathroom, too." She let go and started to pee in her smelly shorts, sighing of relief. Pinkie was a little startled by the warm wetness soaking her back, pouring down her butt and the upper part of her shirt. "Sunny, are you..." Pinkie asked as she finished peeing. "I am." Sunset giggled and peed for nearly as long as Pinkie had before she was done, enjoying the feeling of wetting herself as much as Pinkie had. Aside from her head, Pinkie was now covered in urine, and she liked it. Sunset rode Pinkie through the mud, during which Pinkie jumped up to splash in the mud, causing Sunset to fall off. Sunset landed butt-first in the mud. "Pinkie!" Sunset put Pinkie over her knee and spanked her. Pinkie peed on Sunset's lap, as the rest of the soda she drank had gone through her. They laughed as they continued roughhousing in the mud, before Sunset eventually rode Pinkie back home, and started to fill the bathtub. Sunset and Pinkie were covered in mud and smelled like pee and sweat. And they loved every bit of it. But now it was time to clean up. And they knew from previous experience that this would also be fun!
  18. Well hello everyone! What a wonderful night it has been! It's actually been quite eventful omo-wise. Boy do I have a story for you all today! So, we begin earlier today when I approached my boyfriend about possibly coming up with a challenge for me to do. He never fails to deliver and gave me an incredibly specific one. Here were the rules to start off with: Movie based challenge This challenge consists of you watching a movie while you are desperate, however you must change the position you are ia at the specified times. You must be fully clothed, and your pants must have a tight or semi-tight waistband. Start off the challenge by getting to the point where you only kind of need to pee Pick a movie of your choice (must be at least 1 hr 45 min long) If it is longer, then you may use the remainder of the movie as a break. Drink 6-8 oz every 15 minutes There are going to be 4 positions that you must be in while watching the movie. You have to stay in each one for 15 min and you will get a 15 min break in between each one so set your timer!!! You must complete the positions in this order Your computer must be on your legs with your arms crossed on top of your bladder so they press down. Put your computer on your bladder. Press down on your bladder every 5 minutes Lay on your stomach while on a hard surface. You have to rock your hips so that your bladder presses into the ground Sit with you computer in between your legs. You can hold yourself every other minute (one minute on and one minute off) Like I said before you do get 15 minute breaks in between each position. You may choose any position you like as long as you are comfortable. That being said, there are rules to the breaks. You can cross your legs for 7.5 minutes, the other 7.5 they must not be crossed You can hold yourself for 7.5 minutes, the other 7.5 you cannot. If the movie is longer than 1 hr 45 min then you are allowed to do everything you can to hold on. If you make it all the way to the end of the movie there is one more thing you have to do. You must go into your bathroom and sit (fully clothed) on the toilet for 5 minutes. After completing this, you are free to take off everything but your panties to relieve yourself. Sooo now that we know the rules and everything is clear, let's jump right into it shall we? I drank about oh maybe 20 ounces or so before starting off, and drinking more as I searched for a movie to use. I decided to do Fifty Shades of Grey. Cheesy I know, but hey what can I say? I'm the exact demographic this movie is marketed toward. At this point in time, I had to go, but not bad. This was actually my downfall I feel like. Because knowing me, I love and really do enjoy a challenge. My boyfriend had told me before, that how I started off was going to dictate how the rest of the challenge went. Expecting a really hard challenge I started off having to go, but not a whole lot. I started off the movie and began the first position. While this position was a little difficult I suppose, it wasn't awful. I wasn't desperate, the urge was there but my bladder wasn't nearly full enough to have any complaints or for the weight of my arms to really do anything to it. I would occasionally press even harder and of course that would help me feel something. Because I wanted more of a challenge right then and was thinking this whole thing wasn't even going to be bad, I decided to drink much more than the required amount. In the first 15 minutes I drank about 3/4 of my hydro flask. I have the forty ounce one so I had about 30 ounces. I didn't really feel it at all as I was drinking, but I hoped it would kick in soon enough. Now friends, this was a big big mistake. The first fifteen minutes seemed like a breeze. I hardly had to go at all, the rest of the challenge seemed like an easy climb. The top of it well within my reach. I even called my boyfriend who wrote up the challenge and told him to make it harder next time. Well long story short, he really doesn't need to make it worse. You'll see why later. During the break I was honestly fine. A tiny ping at me if anything. I only crossed my legs for the alotted time, I didn't hold myself at all. Of course I did as was instructed and dank the water that I needed. Possibly a bit more during this particular break. But it wasn't really bad. I finished up my hydro flask in this time and went to refill it. I had my timer set for each challenge that passed by. fifteen minute position, and fifteen minute break. By now half an hour had passed and I was only hardly feeling it. The water I had been drinking hadn't quite hit me just yet. By the time the second position came around I was semi-feeling it. I had to have the computer on my bladder and press every five minutes for this position. I laid in bed with my knees up, propping up my computer that was digging into my bladder. By this time my bladder was filling and I knew it. I had set a timer for five minutes and every time it rang, I would press down for 15-30 seconds or enough time to make myself moan just a little bit. The first time I had pressed down I didn't feel much but my bladder was definitely more full than it had been just a few minutes ago. I was glad to know I was filling up and looking forward to the challenge ahead of me. By the second time I had to press, I leaked a lot. This was my first leak, and let me tell you my friends, the first of many. I had been wearing a pajama tank top, blue-teal underwear, and red designed pants that cling to me, only to fan out at the bottoms (think bell bottoms but out of cotton and spandex). I had a small wet spot in my pants, but not enough to be completely noticeable. By now, the computer digging into my bladder felt uncomfortable. Like really uncomfortable. I kept going to move it, only to remember the rules and place it right back where it was. I felt myself leaking more and more. By the time the last timer rang, I really had to go and was bursting. I pressed down on my bladder and a big gush came out of me. It completely soaked my pants, all around my butt and thighs. As per the rules I wasn't aloud to take off my pants so I had to sit in my small puddle for the break between positions. During the break was when I really started feeling it. I felt my bladder bulging out and decided to lay on my side as that provided the most relief for me. I kept leaking every few seconds. I felt everything in my bladder sloshing as I rolled onto my side. I was Trying to to cross my legs and hold myself. But knowing that I only had a limited time to do so killed me. After I had officially ran out of time, I was a mess. I was leaking a lot, and while laying on my side, it was pooling around my legs. I was just in a puddle of my own pee but I wasn't aloud to change or take them off. So I didn't. I was sitting there, absolutely bursting in my sheets and pants that were both near soaking. I still had a lot to go in the movie and at this point in time, I was questioning if I could make it or not. For the third position, I was a bit confused for it. I tried calling my boyfriend to clarify but he did not pick up, even after two missed calls. To make sure I didn't do it wrong, and that it would satisfy his standards, I rolled up the blanket I was using at the time and laid on my stomach with my bladder pushed by the blanket. Now let me tell you, I don't think there was a single time I stopped leaking. Luckily I had set out towels, but now, I had a huge wet spot down my front, my side and the back. My pants were pretty much done for and I couldn't take them off. Since they were bell-bottom like, they clung to me in the top which set the pee right up against me. I had to sit there and they would only get worse as time went on. Laying with my bladder being constantly pushed was a real struggle. Tears were forming at my eyes as I had to keep from loosing it all. I drank my water to distract myself, but that was a double edged sword as my bladder would only get fuller as I did. Which made it worse in the end. My room mate was sleeping on the other side of the wall, so I had to keep the moans that this position was causing as quiet as I could. Luckily she didn't mention anything the next morning but I'm sure she did hear two or three of them as I pushed my hips against the rolled up blanket. This blanket really dug into me and made me just want to loose it. But I loved the feeling of being so close, and rubbing up against it. I loved the feeling of bringing it the to the very top of my bladder all the way down to the bottom. I was very happy to hear my timer go off my second-to-final break had begun. I set it for 7 1/2 minutes to hold myself. Now this is when I REALLY had to go. What I did during these few minutes which gave me some relief, but also was a double-edged sword of sorts. I would put my fingers so that they covered up my urethra and let it go. Of course nothing came out, as my fingers blocked it, but the relief and relaxation of my muscles felt so nice. Like I said, this was a double-edged sword as there would come a time where I had to stop. Every single time I would struggle to stop and when I thought I did, I would move my fingers only to be greeted with a large stream. This of course did my already soaked underwear and pants no help. I had given up on them possibly drying as this point. My bladder was really bulging and out there. while letting go felt great, not being able to made it worse. When my 7 1/2 minutes where and I could only cross my legs for the final of the break, I truly thought I would loose it and wet myself. I leaked a whole lot in this time, and of course, I drank as much as I leaked. I had to make it fair. I'm sure at this point, rivers were flowing out of me, and through my pants as if they didn't even exist. The towels I had laid out were doing their job, but I added more which I found to be a very good decision. I cursed myself for using up the 7 1/2 minutes that I had to hold myself to cheat. But I'm no cheater. To make sure I didn't hold myself, I had my hands behind my back. So I was there, on a bed of towels, in soaking panties and pants, with my hands behind my back, watching my movie. The last position was by far the hardest. I was terrified that if I leaked it would shoot on to the computer that I was watching on. So I had my legs spread, and you better believe I was watching the clock down to the second. Every time I was aloud to hold myself I would, and when i had to stop, I was wishing the entire time I could. At this point I was hardly paying any attention to the movie (I had seen it before anyways). I was more wishing it would end constantly than anything else. While I was holding myself I was doing the same thing I did during my break, where I cover up my urethra and push my pee out and relaxed all my muscles. After about two minutes (separated by a minute each of course) I decided to stop that and focus on just holding it. It was getting wayyyyy too intense for my taste and I was terrified of breaking my laptop by peeing all over it. Because of this, I couldn't let go. I just couldn't I didn't know what to do but I knew I couldn't just pee everywhere. By my you could ring my pants out. They were dripping by the time the last position was over and I had to get up to refill my water bottle. Leaving a trail of pee as I went, I walked downstairs and filled my water bottle up. (The sound. THE SOUND MADE IT SO MUCH WORSE). This was the point I decided to do something crazy. Really crazy. I downed about 3/4 of that hydro flask before I even got back up to my room. I still had about half an hour of the movie left and boyyyy was that a mistake. I felt it straight away. My bladder got heavier with every gulp and I knew I couldn't make it much longer. My boyfriend who was facetiming me throughout can vouch for me that I was a tensed, moaning mess this entire time. I kept saying "I can't Ace I can't" to which he replied "You can and you will" That settles that I guess. Now, unfortunately I had the uncut version of Fifty Shades of Grey. For those of you that don't know it has an alternate ending that's about a minute or so of extra scenes after the original ending. Spoiler alert, it's basically Anna crying in the rain while remember all of the couples good times. Now for those of you who didn't catch that, crying in the RAIN. And watching THAT while I'm bursting and about to wetting myself is basically hell. When the damn movie was over, I ran myself to the bathroom. As per the rules, I had to sit there, on the toilet fully clothed. Luckily I was aloud to hold myself. Every inch of me was just begging to let go. That's all I wanted to do. Just myself myself through my pants into the toilet. That's what my body was begging of me. I watched every second count down and tears were rolling down my face. This was the worst I had ever had to go in my life. When the timer rang I stood up, three off my pants and went in my panties. It felt so nice letting go of all of the pressure that had been built up. It didn't take long either as when I go, I go fast and all of it floods out. I was able to change and get out of my soaked panties. I felt a lot better after letting it go. I was glad to have let it go after holding so much for so long.
  19. Suddenly, the ride gets wet and the guy on the mic even says that one of the girls wet het pants, but which one was it?
  20. I found this on VK: She wets her jeans while he's grabbing her crotch and reaching into her pants to feel her wet panties. At the end of the video she licks his wet hand. Seems to be an amateur couple and somehow I thought it was pretty hot... wetting grab crotch.mp4
  21. (seems to be having issues with actually seeing it. Just try and download it) So yesterday i had a planned hold set to happen. In the beginning I thought it was gonna be really bad and awful but it turned out really fun and intense in the moment. I went to class 30 minutes away and grabbed and iced coffee and a water. I was carpooling with a friend then and it was a very fun experience since we hit a lot of traffic and red lights. When I got back to school I was fine so the need died down till I drank more water and we'll, this happened UwU If youfollow me on Twitter (@spacekidstar_) or was able to be in the omo live section of the discord yesterday, you caught me holding lol. I was able to get a lot of videos and thankfully @sharkjaw was able to mash them all together and better the sound, so thank you so much for that! Watch me squirm and dance and leak and finally wet myself~ I hope you guys enjoy it! Space princess.mp4
  22. Alisha does such a good job resisting the urge to pee herself while being tickled that Olivia gives her a special, sexy, reward in this video. As you may already know, if you are familiar with her videos, Alisha is extremely, incredibly, ticklish. So ticklish, in fact, that only about a minute of tickling is usually more than enough to open up the floodgates and cause her to soak herself. Feeling sympathy for Alisha, Olivia decides to help her out by training her not to pee herself every time she gets tickled. Alisha goes along with this training but is apprehensive about its chances of success. In this scene, we get to watch as Olivia attempts to help Alisha withstand tickling without peeing herself. With an absorbent pad on the floor just in case, Olivia tickles Alisha mercilessly while Alisha simply tries not to pee herself. Alisha does a good job holding things in, but in the end, this is still Alisha we are talking about. Ultimately she ends up soaking her leggings, but she held on for a good solid couple of minutes first, a major improvement. To reward Alisha for doing such a good job, Olivia decides to perform oral sex on her. After helping Alisha out of her dripping wet leggings, we get to watch as Olivia goes down on Alisha on the kitchen floor. Already in a heightened state of arousal from wetting herself, it doesn’t take Alisha too long to climax under Olivia’s expert touch.
  23. Found this video (has 2 nude women) : https://www.erome.com/a/zWnsrNck She rubs her belly, never quite holds still, and looks extremely relieved when she lets out a long ~47 second pee into a glass bowl. Unfortunately there's not another side-view after she's finished, but before she gets her relief it definitely looks like she could have a bladder bulge going on. And with how long she goes I wouldn't be surprised!
  24. Rvlis

    Wakin' Up

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Nothing quite like wakin' up, and getting a big 'ol stretch!
  25. Pirate’s Pride, Hero’s Honor Toon Zeldaverse fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to Captain L and lordbardak (Phoenix) for editing (Warning: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised) Calm waters lapped against the creaking wood of the boat as it drifted forward into an unending void. The torch hung from the bow served as their only light, creating endlessly twisting shadows along the low canopy and tight walls of rock. Vines hung down, any one of them possibly a venomous snake in disguise, ready to strike and put a slow, miserable end to their lives. No one could be blamed for turning around and making for the faint glow of sunlight barely visible behind them. No one except Link, that is. Though still just a boy, this young adventurer had already braved countless dangers and saved the world from calamity twice over. Even while sailing right into the cold, dark unknown on his tiny boat, the King of Red Lions, he had a look of concern, but also of determination. No matter what came his way, he would face it with the courage of a true hero. “I still can’t believe my own crew, you know that?” It also helped that he wasn’t alone. Sitting across the boat from him was Princess Zelda… No, she didn’t like that name. She was Tetra, proud pirate captain and fearless adventurer. Just like Link, few would think such grand things when they looked at her tanned skin and ragtag clothing. Of course, anyone who voiced these doubts would end up on the receiving end of some choice words and a question or two about their own prowess, or lack thereof. “I mean, this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to find a lost shrine full of treasure, but nope! They all start shaking in their boots at the thought of going through a deep, dark tunnel first.” She sighed and slouched into her seat with her hands behind her head. “Sometimes I wonder why I don’t just leave them all at the next town.” As usual, Link had no comment to make, for many reasons. First, he knew Tetra didn’t mean that. Under all that bluster, she was a kind person who cared for her whole crew. He also needed to focus on steering the boat and keeping an eye out for any possible dangers. But even without his chatty friend, he still had one other distraction to deal with. While Link kept one hand on the rudder, the other stayed near his closed legs. He had been (rudely) awakened from a nap just before hopping into his boat to sail inside this cavern. It wasn’t until he sat down that he noticed the pressure from his bladder, built up over his nap and from when he forgot to relieve himself before falling asleep. It was no light discomfort, either; if he didn’t have to sail into this cave, his first action upon waking would have been to find somewhere to pee, whether that be the pot under his bed, behind a tree on the island, or even off the side of the ship if no one else was on-deck. But that chance was gone, and he’d have to wait for now. There were much more important things to worry about anyway, like navigating through this twisting canal without damaging the boat or anyone on board. His friend’s well-being came far before his own, especially for something as minor as a need to go potty. Besides, Tetra scolding him over it was not something he wanted to hear right now. Little did he know, his piddle predicament was not unique to him. There was a reason Tetra had her legs crossed as she sat and looked particularly irritable. With how little luck the pirates had in finding valuable treasure lately, she was more hasty than normal in her drive to explore this cave. As soon as they had made landfall on this island, she had thrown her clothes on and hopped in the boat, not thinking at all about her bodily needs. She was certainly regretting not making use of her private bathroom back in her quarters, but she definitely wasn’t going back now. After all, what kind of pirate captain would she be if she walked away from adventure because she forgot to go potty? She especially wasn’t about to do that in front of Link, the boy who had rescued her more than once. She was tired of being helpless and having to wait for him to save the day. No, she was gonna prove to him how capable she really was, and no full bladder was gonna stop her. But as the minutes passed, and the cavern still showed no sign of ending, the adventurers could feel the doubt setting in. Did this tunnel go on forever? Were they going in circles? Would they ever get a chance to relieve themselves? “Hey, what’s that?” Link perked up and squinted his eyes to where Tetra looked. It was hard to tell with the torch there in front of him, but he could see… light? Yes, they were definitely rays of sunlight. “Finally! I was starting to think this cave would never end,” declared a smiling Tetra. She turned to him and yelled “Well, don’t just sit there, get us outta here!” Taken aback, Link shook his head up and down twice before squeezing the rudder even harder. No matter how many monsters he faced, none were scarier than a scowling, yelling Tetra. The light only grew as they sailed closer, until Link and Tetra both had to put a hand over their eyes while they crossed the threshold. Once they had adjusted to the light, they both gasped and stared in awe. Before them was a large, clear pond surrounded by towering, jagged cliff walls. Lush greenery and crystal-clear waterfalls ran down the sides, illuminated by the plentiful light coming in from above. The biggest eye-catcher, however, was the ancient structure on the other side, built of stone, marble, and pearls, its walls glistening in the light. Statues of strange creatures, like fish that walked upright, adorned the few pillars that were still standing. “A-hah, I knew that chart we pulled up wasn’t worthless!” declared Tetra, turning back to Link. “What do you think? Does this place scream ‘treasure’ or what?” Link wasn’t particularly focused on the grandeur of the shrine, though. Instead, the many waterfalls had his attention, with gallons upon gallons crashing down all around them. His bladder suddenly felt like it had doubled in weight thanks to nature’s powerful suggestion bombarding his senses. “What are we waiting for? Take us in, already!” Tetra yelled. The shout sufficiently distracting him from his bladder, Link nodded with fervor and steered the boat onwards. Upon reaching the shrine, he docked right next to a stone floor conveniently set at ship-level. The moment it came to rest on the calm waters, Tetra stood up and jumped out with a smile. After all that sailing through dark, dull caverns, she was more than ready to get her adventure on. But as her feet landed on the stone, the contents of her overfilled bladder sloshed around, setting off a pang of discomfort that wiped the smile off her face and made her squeak. Suddenly, knowing just how urgent her need was made her feel a good deal less confident about this adventure. She immediately moved to squeeze her legs together, one crossed over the other... Until she remembered the boy standing behind her, that is. Instead, she stood upright and turned around to face him, finding a quizzical look on his face. “What? Don’t tell me you’re getting weak in the knees now,” she said in her best “fearless captain” voice. At this, Link glanced away like a shy puppy, rubbing the back of his head. “Then get your butt up here! I need someone to help lug back all that treasure inside.” Tetra crossed her arms and shot him a wink. “And if you’re quick enough, I might just let you keep some of it!” Perhaps it was the wink, but Link got the message and climbed out of the boat. He was a bit more careful with his hop, but the discomfort was still there, enough to make his face twitch just a little. From there, the two climbed the steps up to the shrine’s entrance. They kept their eyes on the shrine and its elaborate construction, but it was hard to admire the design when their need to pee was at the forefront of their minds. Tetra was first to reach the large, stone doors that served as the gateway inside. She put her hand on the door and gave a light push, but as expected, they didn’t budge. “Of course, it had to be locked,” she said with a huff. “Well, got any ideas?” Link’s first idea was to put this on hold until he found a spot to relieve himself, but he knew that wouldn’t go over well. With his legs idly rubbing together, Link put a hand to his chin as he looked over the shrines for another way in. He soon pointed straight at something that might work: a hole in the wall, partly collapsed from centuries of erosion. “Okay, but how do we get up there?” asked Tetra. “Is there anywhere your hookshot could latch onto?” To this, Link shook his head. The surfaces were too smooth, and there wasn’t anything hanging above he could shoot at. “Guess we just gotta do it the old fashioned way,” Tetra said with a sigh. “For your sake, you better haven’t gotten rusty.” Link sighed as well, for he knew what she meant. Tetra turned her back to Link and quietly gulped, not looking forward to what lied ahead. As Link approached her, she lowered herself into a squat, gritting her teeth from the position confusing her bladder. It was not time to pee, but it sure felt like it. Meanwhile, Link crouched down behind her, feeling a similar pressure on his bladder. He may not have normally squatted to go, but it still wasn’t easy on his groin. There was no hesitation for the next move; in one fluid motion, he grabbed Tetra by the feet and lifted her up over his head. Their urge to pee nearly doubled in this new position, from Link being forced into a stretched stance, and from Tetra having an unstable seat atop his hands. As such, Link wasted no time in getting to a good spot to throw her. He tip-toed and wiggled at the spot, taking the time to make sure it was fine in spite of his throbbing groin. “You gonna throw me or not?” Tetra was not as patient as him. She wanted to claim the treasure inside already, but more importantly, she didn’t want to accidentally lose bladder control right on top of someone’s head. No amount of gold or valuable artifacts would erase that shame. But Link found his patience wearing thin, too. He leaned back and put as much strength as he could into the throw. A bit too much. A mere instant after Tetra left his hands, Link felt a small warmth enter into his underwear. The subtle contraction of his muscles had allowed a spurt to slip past his guard, and it was the only thing he could think about at first. He squeezed his legs together and hopped in place to make sure nothing else slipped, which it thankfully didn’t. Meanwhile, Link’s toss proved to be on point for Tetra, as she cleared the gap with ease. As her feet landed, Tetra folded into a crouch, one hand pressing into the stone as well. She had expected the impact to feel a bit rough. However, she didn’t expect to feel a little wet as well. “Eep!” She stood up tall and rigid, putting a hand to her groin. It was only a little bit, not enough to show up on her cloth pants, but even that was cause for alarm. She stood there shaking her hips until she was certain no more would slip out, which it didn’t. Still, this little spurt was making what little patience she had run thin. Shaking her head, she went straight to the door’s other side and pulled the lever there. The doors pulled open, grinding across the ground and stopping with a thud. On the other side, Link snapped out of his little dance and stepped inside the shrine. Potty time could wait; now, it was hero time. The shrine’s interior greeted the two adventurers with… not much, really. A few statues, an ornate floor with a marble design intercutting through the stone, some steps that went to some raised floors, and an open passageway across the room from them. “Well, I guess they wouldn’t put their treasure out in the open,” Tetra remarked, though she wished the opposite was true. A good challenge was fun and all, but not on a full bladder. Link agreed with that notion, even if she didn’t know it. He took a step into the shrine, when the stone beneath his foot suddenly sank in with a click. A door fell and closed the passageway ahead, scattering the dust on the ground. Some of the marble flooring sank down to form broken trenches, while levers rose up from the raised platforms. Immediately, Tetra and Link were on their guard, expecting some sort of monster attack or dastardly trap to come at any moment. What actually came was far worse. Two panels on the wall next to the door raised up, and out poured an endless deluge of pure blue water, filling into a basin that surrounded the room’s outer edge. At the same time, the two biggest statues, a fish person each carrying a large pot in the center, lowered their arms into channels blocked off from the water. It was a puzzle, no two ways about it. The two would have to put their heads together and work out the answer if they aimed to progress. Not a big deal on its own, but right now, neither could focus on a solution. Their gazes remained fixated on the waterfalls in the room, gallons upon gallons flowing into the trenches below, filling the air with sounds of crashing water. Their mere existence made their bladders feel twice as heavy, and their brains twice as dense. “Oh, you have to be kidding me!” groaned Tetra. She forgot herself for a second and squeezed her legs, only to remember the boy standing next to her. She glanced at him with nervous eyes and said “Uh, I mean, why do these ancient ruins always gotta have crazy puzzles? Talk about a real pain in the neck, huh?” Link only paid a little attention to Tetra’s barely-hidden nervousness, his thoughts preoccupied with how badly he wanted to add his contribution to the water level right now. Tetra shook her head. “Ugh, whatever. Let’s figure this out before the walls close in or something.” On shaky legs, Link and Tetra walked around the room, inspecting the puzzle and trying their hardest to not add their own waterfalls to the room. It seemed the goal was to raise and lower the trenches so the water flow would be redirected into the statue’s jars. They pulled the levers one at a time, noting how they would make certain trenches raise and lower accordingly. It was simply a matter of pulling the right pattern of levers until every trench was down, then the gates to the outer moat would open and flow where it needed to. However, what should have been a fairly straightforward obstacle became a brutal ordeal for the desperate duo. The constant running water made their bodies all but scream “Just pee already!”, and due to how far apart the levers were spaced, the puzzle took much longer than they definitely wanted it to. It didn’t help that the levers took some strength to pull, meaning they had to pull some away from their taxed holding muscles each and every time. With every lever, their faith in holding out wavered, while their desire to make a run for the basin only got stronger. But right before it finally proved too much, the last trench finally lowered into position. Gritting her teeth and rubbing her legs together from the privacy of the lever, Tetra watched as the floodgates opened, then quickly looked away before all that water rushed right into the statue’s jars. As they filled, the fish’s eyes lit up, and the door lifted back open. “Finally! That took way too long,” said Tetra. “Well, don’t just stand there, get moving!” Link, who had been biting his lower lip and squirming a good deal, snapped to attention and quickly rejoined her. Neither of them could get away from the waterfalls quickly enough, both walking at a brisk pace as they headed deeper into the shrine. Tetra kept a grumpy frown while she walked, but on the inside, she was seriously worried she wouldn’t be able to hold out. The puzzle took almost everything she had to keep anything from leaking out. If this wasn’t the last water puzzle that these walking fish folk had put together… she didn’t dare think about it. Link echoed these thoughts, though neither of them knew it. This had to have been the most desperate he had been in a long time. He might have been a hero, but he was still a kid with limits, and he was reaching the height of those limits very soon. Despite their worry, they forged onward regardless, neither willing to give up for their own reasons. Eventually, they reached the next room, both of them dreading what awaited them, but stepping in anyway. There were no waterfalls or rushing water to greet them, thankfully. In fact, there wasn’t much of anything in this room, either. Another moat surrounded the outer edges, with pillars and statues forming another square inside. This time, the floor was uniform in its design, making it unlikely another puzzle would be sprung upon them. “Ugh, another empty room,” Tetra grunted, though she breathed a mental sigh. “Come on, nothing to see here. We’ll just walk through here and-Ah!?” Something hit her on the shoulder. Something cold, wet, and slimy, making a shiver run down her spine. Her neck craned over, and she found what looked like blue chuchu goop running down her arm. “Ew, gross!” she shrieked, brushing it off her arm right away. Right as she finished, another glob of it fell onto the floor right next to her foot. It was only after the third bit fell that they figured looking up would be a good idea. They quickly wished they hadn’t. Clinging to the ceiling was a massive blob, with what looked like a red nucleus hiding within all the blue. Its body stretched as it lurched down from the ceiling, intending to squish them both. “Watch out!” Tetra yelled right before she and Link jumped back, the goopy mass just missing them by inches as it hit the floor with a heavy splat. Out of reflex, they both drew their weapons, a straight sword and shield for Link, and a cutlass and flintlock pistol for Tetra, while the blob reformed and rose up. The nucleus inside swam around like an angry hornet, and a loud, gurgling noise akin to a yell rang out. It didn’t take a genius to know this creature was not friendly. “Of course there had to be at least one gross monster in here,” said Tetra, legs spread and sword pointed right at the blob. This position was murder on her bladder, but she couldn’t think about that now. “Let’s slice this thing into pieces! Ready, Link?” He nodded, also feeling the pain of a bladder about to burst, but knowing that far more important things were at stake. Link and Tetra grit their teeths as they leapt forward, each delivering a strong slash into the blob’s sides. They landed with a bit of slime on their swords and turned around, confident in their attack. The gashes were only there for a second before they reformed, like the cuts never even happened. If anything, all they had done was irritate the monster, if the tentacles shooting from its mass was anything to go by. Both heroes grit their teeth and went on the defense, Link raising his shield and Tetra aiming her gun. As a tentacle lashed out towards her, Tetra pulled the trigger, firing a steel pellet with deadly aim. Unfortunately, it was not a deadly blow. The pellet passed clean through the tentacle, the hole filling back up in the blink of an eye. But before Tetra could realize this, the appendage lashed out, striking her across the gut. With an “Oof!”, Tetra went tumbling into the ground, her cutlass lost in the roll. She lied on the floor until her head quit spinning, then slowly pushed herself up with a groan. Somewhere in the back of her head, she acknowledged the wetness in her underwear had grown stronger, but the sight in front of her was far more worrisome. “Link!” While she had been knocked away, Link had been grabbed by the other tentacle and lifted off the ground. He’d lost his grip on his sword and shield, leaving him to squirm and struggle in the monster’s clutches. His plight was obvious, but less so was the little wet patch that had formed on the front of his tights, hidden underneath the hem of his tunic. The monster’s squeezing had pushed a little bit of his pee out, and more would certainly flow if he couldn’t break free. But how? For all his struggling, Link was helpless in the blob’s grasp. Tetra knew she had to save him, yet their normal attacks just weren’t cutting it. There had to be something… Her eyes lowered to his fallen gear, the sword, shield, and… Suddenly, she had an idea. It had no guarantee of working, but it was better than nothing. Tetra scrambled into a full sprint, ignoring the massive protesting her bladder gave her. As her goal loomed near, the monster swung two tentacles at her, one straight down and the other sweeping across the ground. She leapt over the latter, then rolled out of the slamming one, ending up right over her target: Link’s hookshot and sword. Picking up the hookshot, she took aim at the red core of the monster, and fired away. The hook pierced through the gloop with ease and latched onto the nucleus, pulling it out of it comfy home and into the open. Once she saw it approaching her, Tetra grabbed the sword and swung as hard as she could. The blade sliced right through the core, falling past her in two pieces, its color already fading upon hitting the ground. A moment later, and the massive blob lost its form and fell apart, the goop spreading out and dissolving across the floor. “Whoa!” Link gasped as he fell straight down, landing on his rear end. He rubbed his sore bottom with a wince, like this hurt more than anything that monster could have done. “Link! You alright?” Tetra asked, dropping his gear and walking to his side. He looked up and gave a faint smile. It would take much more than a sore butt to best this hero. Tetra sighed and chuckled. She had to be honest: after having to play the damsel in distress a couple times, it felt nice to be the one saving him for once. “What would you do without me?” she asked, extending a hand. He grabbed on and let her pull him back on his feet. They paused for a moment to look at each other, sharing in each other’s company. Tetra could not explain it, much less admit, but being with Link, especially while on an adventure, brought a sense of peace to her she didn’t get with anyone else. Having just triumphed over that monster, she felt she could slow down and enjoy the warm feelings for a bit. “Eh!?” But then she felt a warmth growing somewhere else, and all those good feelings vanished in an instant. Tetra’s face turned bright red and her smile dropped into a horrified frown, sweat forming on her cheek and brow. Her right hand snapped to her groin while her left balled into a fist and her legs squeezed together from the knees up with every last bit of strength she had. Just like a switch, Link’s expression went from smiling to frowning in worry. He stepped up to her, hands outstretched as he looked up and down to see what was wrong. Those caring eyes burning into her as she was moments away from bursting were the last thing she needed. Tetra opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she could only let out a squeaky gasp as she felt it: urine moving from her bladder and towards freedom, the exact instant before her control gave out and the flood started. And flood, it did. The warmth in her panties quickly spread far and wide, drenching them within moments. A faint hiss began just before a big patch grew almost instantly at her groin and butt, forming several trails as it ran all the way down her pants and legs. Several drops and small streams of yellow fell from everywhere they could, from between her knees, to the inner sides of her pants’ legholes. These bits of pee all piddled onto the ground like a small rain, forming a puddle and leaving a faint splatter on her feet. This wasn’t real, was it? It was the only thing she could think at first. Tetra, famed pirate, treasure hunter, and secret princess, was not peeing her pants in front of another kid, the Hero of Winds no less! Unfortunately, the gross, wet warmth covering her lower body and hand, the faint piddling noises below, and the stink of urea all made her accident impossible to deny. She continued to stare blankly at Link, who only returned her gaze, growing blush and all. Their thoughts were the exact same as well: what could they possibly say to the other to make this any better? She couldn’t lie and say she got wet in the fight, not when he had seen it from the start. Meanwhile, he had never dealt with such a problem before. The only similar moment Link could recall was back on his home island. His little sister Aryll had been playing around for so long, she forgot to use the bathroom until it was too late, leaving a wet patch on her dress and shine on her bare legs. She might have stood in her puddle and cried all day if their grandma hadn’t been there. “Everyone makes mistakes from time to time,” he remembered her saying as she put a hand around Aryll’s back. “Why, even Link had an accident or two at your age!” He had wanted to yell at his grandma for revealing something so embarrassing, but then he saw how Aryll’s bawling stopped, and a hint of curiosity appeared in her eyes. It may have wounded his pride, but it helped made his sister feel a little better, so he couldn’t be that upset. Suddenly, he knew just how to take the edge off of this moment. His bladder knew just as well, for it let out another spurt into his still wet underwear. “Gah!” Link yelped as he twisted his legs together and shoved both hands onto his crotch, entering into one last potty dance. His hips wiggled, teeth grit, and eye shut, making him look more desperate than he had ever been his entire life. Faced with the sudden sound and pathetic-looking boy in front of her, Tetra immediately forgot she was wetting herself. “W-What are you…?” Another gasp as Link came to a stop, all his muscles going rigid as he was only a hair’s breadth from passing the point of no return. He could feel all the urine pressing inside, preparing to make the journey out of his body, but he knew he couldn’t stop it this time. Even stranger than that, however, was that he didn’t want to stop it. Link took in one last sharp breath as he felt the pressure moving down and towards the exit at long last. The first spurt was strong enough to break through his underwear and stain his white tights. A dribble followed right after, quickly growing what would have been a strong stream as Link fully embraced that he was wetting himself. Just like Tetra, he had more than plenty to let out. Several damp trails snaked down his tights while a steady dribble fell between his legs and piddled onto the ground. The dampness clung to him more than it did to Tetra, and with much of it going into his boots, his feet ended up getting soaked as well. Even the skirt of his tunic formed a small patch before he held it out to avoid staining it anymore. All the while, Link looked down at Tetra’s feet, whimpering and blushing as he had an accident. Even after being grabbed by a slimy tentacle, this was still the grossest and most humiliated he had felt in a long time. Still, he knew it was for the better that it ended this way. If nothing else, at least he was finally ridding himself of that painful pressure. As Link had hoped, Tetra didn’t feel like crying or having a breakdown of some sort anymore. Rather, she couldn’t take her eyes off Link, or more specifically, his lower body. Wetting herself was not something she would have expected to happen today, but neither was Link peeing his pants right after. She wasn’t stupid; his accident happening just after hers was not a coincidence. Her first thought was to yell at him for daring to take pity on her like that. Just who did this kid think he was? But, as she looked into those sad puppy-dog eyes of his, that desire died away, replaced with an urge to make another noise. “Pfft… tee-hee-hee!” she giggled, lifting her clean hand to her mouth. Even at the tail-end of her accident, with the streams fading into small, occasional drops, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling. Link raised his gaze to her in a look of confusion. Was she laughing at him now? That wasn’t exactly how he wanted her to react. “Mmm-mm… S-Sorry,” said Tetra, getting her chuckling back under control. “It’s just… Of everyone I could have peed myself in front of, it had to be the one person in the whole ocean who would pee himself to make me feel better!” Link looked away from her. Of course she would figure things out; Tetra was as smart as she was fearless. She wouldn’t be a pirate captain otherwise. “But I guess that’s what makes you one-of-a-kind,” she continued, “You always look out for others, not even thinking about your own problems.” To this, Link rubbed the back of his head. “Hey, I meant that in a good way! Whenever we’re on an adventure or getting in a fight, I know you’ll have my back. That’s the best thing I could ever ask of a crew member… and a friend.” Link looked back at her with a blush. Did she really just…? But then Tetra sighed and her smile fell away. “Right, I guess this is where I say sorry for not being open about my bathroom needs, and being pushy and blah-blah-blah,” she said, rubbing her head. “I know it’s asking a lot, but…” Tetra could not bring herself to say the last bit, but found she didn’t need to. Looking at Link’s small smile, she knew that he had already forgiven her. Sometimes, she swore his heart was bigger than his brain, but she wouldn’t have it any other way with him. Sharing the smile, she took a step forward for reasons even she couldn’t explain… But the smile dropped when she became aware of her panties and pants clinging to her legs and sensitive places in an unpleasant way. Just when she was getting over it, too. “Eugh,” she groaned, “There is no way I’m going any further like this.” Link had to admit, he really didn’t want to finish this treasure hunt in peed tights and squishy boots, either. Looking to the side, he pointed to the small canals where he could maybe take a quick dip and wash some of the urine off. “Huh? What now?” asked Tetra. “Oh, I get it. Sure, a quick dip sounds real nice right now.” Link gave an embarrassed chuckle, stepping towards the water. “Hey, one last thing.” He turned around, and was suddenly face-to-face with an intense glare. “If you say a word of this to anyone, I will make you walk the plank in shark-infested waters… butt-naked!” she yelled, leaning right into his face. Immediately, Link straightened up and nodded furiously, sporting a face that tried way too hard to be serious. He’d just as quickly fight Ganondorf again before angering Tetra. As he turned around and hurried over to the channel, Tetra giggled a bit to herself. She knew he would never blab about this, but she just couldn’t help but tease him. The boy was too cute for his own good, sometimes. Stifling her laughter, Tetra noted how exhausted she felt right now. They really hadn’t done much in this place, but the stress of holding and finally peeing herself took a lot out of her. Still, she didn’t feel like locking herself away in her room, or giving Link the beating of a lifetime. She was going to finish her quest with a hero by her side no matter what. If nothing else, she needed to bring home some gold other than what she just made in her pants. (A/N: And that's the second-place winner of the story poll complete! Guess I better get to work on the third-place story next... then again, I may not be entirely finished with this pair. Decisions, decisions...)