Search the Community

In this photo set we have our newest model, Olivia, showing off her pull-on style diaper. This gallery features more than 70 images of our newest model, Olivia, posing in a pull-on. For the first part of the photo set she is fully dressed, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. At first, she just gives us some teasing glimpses of her diaper, but eventually, she takes her pants all the way off. Towards the end of the photo set she takes off her shirt as well, so she is just wearing the pull-on.

I found this today. There isn't much to see, but it might be of interest to somebody here.

I wanted to post this now since she is currently online https://chaturbate.com/kayra_latin_/? I will post a picture below of her last stream where she held quite a good amount and kinda bragged about it. It was incredibly sexy. I did not see the private show.

Hey, it's been a while since I've posted a story. I've been toying around with the concept behind this story for a while, but couldn't figure out how to make it work until a week and a half ago, when the words just really started to flow from my brain onto the keyboard. A week ago I even announced in a status update that I was going to get this story done and posted by the end of today (along with a little preview you might have already read), and for once I finally met my deadline. ===== The City Without a Ladies Room It's hard to focus on work, or much of anything else when you really have to pee. I didn't need to pee, I had used the men's room only an hour ago. But I was still quite distracted because of my co-worker Erin, because I knew she really had to pee quite badly. Erin had come in shortly before 8 AM, sipping on a large Starbuck's coffee. She had finished draining it within an hour and helped herself to several refills with office coffee throughout the day. I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room. I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon. I soon realized they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet. Back to the present, Erin's love for her Starbuck's coffee was only making the lack of a ladies room even more of a problem for her bladder situation as the day went on. To my surprise Erin was fine throughout the morning despite draining several large cups of coffee. I guess when you can't pee in public and you love your coffee you build up a larger bladder overtime. But by the early afternoon Erin finally began to get fidgety and shift her legs around as she worked at her desk, but that didn't stop her from grabbing yet another coffee soon after coming back from lunch. By 3 PM Erin was openly crossing her legs as we worked together on a project. She clearly needed to pee, probably quite badly by now, yet she was just starting on her 5th cup of coffee by my count. I had been silent on the subject all day, but given how bad her bladder situation appeared to be getting, and how we still had another 2 hours of work left, I had to say something. "Erin, is that coffee really a good idea considering how much you've already had today?" I asked her. "Truthfully, it's probably not Jeff. I've already gotta piss pretty bad when I get home, I haven't gone in 8 hours already" she admitted sheepishly as she took another sip of coffee, all while continuing to squirm around anxiously in her seat. "Then maybe you shouldn't drink the rest of that cup of coffee, otherwise it'll make you need to pee even worse" I suggested sensibly. "I mean what is it, your 5th one today Erin? You must be dying to pee already, and we've still got 2 more hours left until quitting time!". "I know, but I'm addicted Jeff, I've gotta have my coffee. Surely you understand, you've had nearly as much coffee as me Jeff " she pointed out, with an eye on my own coffee cup. "Yes, but I've already had to use the office men's room 3 times today because of drinking all that coffee Erin. You haven't been able to go even once, and you've had more coffee then me already due to that large Starbuck's coffee you picked up on the way to work!" I pointed out. I left it unsaid how badly I had needed to pee before visiting the men’s room each time, I'm sure it's the last thing Erin would have wanted to hear while dealing with such a full bladder. "Oh, don't worry about me Jeff, I can handle a little more coffee" Erin insisted without concern. Her coffee cup was anything but 'little' like she insisted. "I know I said I really had to pee bad when I got home, but I can hold it till then Jeff. This is hardly the first time I've risked having one too many cups of coffee out in public, I'm used to dealing with the consequences of my caffeine addiction Jeff. Now let's get back to work, shall we?". I tried to focus on work with Erin like she asked, but it was extremely difficult to. Erin was already quite the eye candy to look at with her beautiful long dark hair, her slender body, and her warm smile. Not to mention she was about my age, mid-20's. How could I possibly focus on work when a girl like that was sitting next to me bursting for a pee, and squirming around in her seat in the sexiest way? How could I focus on work when I knew that Erin still had to hold on for several more hours, because there were no lady's rooms in the city? How could I focus on work when Erin insisted on continuing to drink more coffee anyway despite her obviously desperate need to pee? Bad as the situation was for Erin, the thought that she might not be able to make it excited me. Let's just say I was very glad that my crotch was hidden from Erin's view at that moment. By 4:30 PM, with 9 and a half hours separating her from her last trip to her toilet at home, and her 5th cup of coffee fully drained, Erin couldn't sit still anymore. She rocked back and forth at the edge of her seat, trying to jam her heel against her pee hole as she tried to focus on her work. A quick look around the office told me that Erin was hardly alone in her struggle. Even the women who had tried to avoid drinking too much throughout the day had built up a large supply of piss in their bladder by now. The women were all clearly eager to rid themselves of their brewing load of boiling piss when they got home, some more then others, as seen by all their uncomfortable squirming. But none of them had drank as much coffee as Erin had, so she probably needed a piss the worst of all. "Ok, maybe that last cup of coffee was a mistake Jeff" Erin finally admitted as she held herself. "I know you're thinking it Jeff, don't deny it" she added. "I was debating telling you 'I told you so', but now I don't have to" I admitted. "I know you really love your coffee Erin, but you had to know you'd be feeling it later like this when you drank so much. Why do you do it to yourself when you know you won't be able to pee for a number of hours?". "Because I refuse to let the availability of a toilet dictate my life Jeff" Erin answered stubbornly as she continued to squirm around anxiously in her seat. “And besides, if I didn’t need to piss bad by now towards the end of my shift, I’d be severely dehydrated Jeff. So, it’s better for me to drink a bunch of coffee like you guys, even if I can’t pee for a long while. My bladder will just have to deal with it and wait till I’m home”. "Have you ever had to find a secluded alley to take a leak because you had too much coffee and waited too long?" I asked curiously. "No! That's gross and illegal Jeff!" she answered with disgust. "And no, I wouldn't consider doing such a disgusting thing even if it were legal, I’d still hold it!" she added, with her legs now tightly crossed. "You guys may be able to drink your coffee and pee whenever you want, but not me, us ladies just have to hold it Jeff". I'm sure the last half hour of work stretched out the slowest for Erin. By now I felt myself needing to pee yet again from my last coffee, and it was quickly becoming more urgent. I knew I should just get up and use the men's room, especially before I left the office. But I didn't want to miss a second of Erin's desperate struggle, so I held it with her without saying anything about my need. When the clock finally hit 5 PM Erin was too busy typing up an email to notice the time, and I selfishly kept silent about it. I wondered how much longer Erin would keep working and delay her trip home for a much-needed piss if I said nothing. Erin was my next-door neighbor at the apartment I had recently moved into, so we both took the same bus to and from work. I knew we didn't need to rush out of the office right away at 5 PM to catch the first bus home, but we couldn't waste too much time before leaving either. It took 10 minutes before Erin finally realized what time it was, I was almost glad when she finally did, as I really needed to pee by that point. "Jeff look at the time! We need get moving, otherwise we'll miss the first bus home" Erin announced anxiously as she moved to shut her computer down. I quickly followed suit. "I'm glad the workday is finally over Jeff. I really want to get home so that I can pee for the first time in 10 hours" she added happily as she fidgeted her legs around. "Now that you mention it, I've definitely got to pee before we leave Erin. I wish the men's room wasn't in the opposite direction of the elevator" I told her. I wasn't trying to purposely delay Erin farther, I was seriously doubting that I could hold it till I got back home if I tried. I was about ready to grab my cock through my pants in desperation. Still, I couldn't help but feel insensitive telling Erin I needed to stop and take piss before we left, knowing that Erin needed to pee much worse and had been holding it for much longer. Erin gave me an annoyed look. "We don't have time for you to run across the building for a piss Jeff, we'll miss the first bus for sure if you do. Just use the public urinals in the lobby area" Erin suggested in a matter-of-fact tone as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevator. She was referring to several urinals by the front door of the office building with practically no privacy except for your turned back. While I didn't have anything against using a urinal with basically no privacy, the thought of using it in front of Erin and the other women who hadn't been allowed to pee all day by the city sounded downright cruel to the girls. "I think it would be better for both of us if I just ran to the men's room and caught up with you at the bus stop" I suggested as we waited for the elevator. Rather than accept my suggestion and leave it at that, Erin refused to drop the subject. "What's wrong with just using the urinals in the lobby area Jeff? You aren't pee shy, are you?" she asked me frankly as she crossed her legs and squirmed around anxiously. Did Erin somehow not mind seeing other guys piss away in the urinals next to her, even when she badly needed relief herself? "No Erin. I just don't want to be the jerk who pees right in front of a bunch of desperate women like you who haven’t been able to pee all day" I explained as we entered the elevator. I thought my answer should have been obvious to Erin already. To my surprise, rather than be grateful, I saw a flash of annoyance on Erin's face. "I figured you must have felt that way when you didn't want to use the urinals Jeff. A lot of the guys who are new to the city feel pee shy like that around the public urinals at first" Erin said sympathetically, as she openly held herself and continued to squirm around anxiously. "Jeff, do you really think me, and the other women haven't seen guys using the public urinals countless times when we already really need to pee?" she asked me gently. "Well... I admit I'm so new to this city that I never thought of that. I guess with how prevalent the public urinals are it's silly to think you haven't" I admitted. Erin nodded in acknowledgement as she crossed her legs. "But that doesn’t mean that it’s not being really unfair to you ladies" I added, to which Erin rolled her eyes. "It's an everyday occurrence Jeff. I won't mind if you pee in the lobby area urinals in front of me, neither will the other office women. We see it all the time Jeff, it's nothing new" she reassured me. "Besides, the urinals are met for you guys to use Jeff. It wouldn't be fair to you for me and the ladies to tell you to just not to use them". Silence stretched between us as I tried to wrap my head around Erin's reassurance and gentle encouragement, all while my bladder continued to bother me. Part of me thought that Erin's attitude on the subject made some sense given how long she'd lived in the city. But the other part of me couldn't get over the fact that a woman who hadn't peed in over 10 hours and had 5 large cups of coffee during that time (enough to make me piss myself twice) was trying to encourage me to pee in a urinal in front of her. I was anxious and still had to piss like a racehorse when we got to the ground floor, but Erin no doubt needed to piss much worse then me. I glanced over at Erin again, she was holding so much boiling piss back that she had a noticeable bladder bulge, which her pants were painfully digging into. Erin continued to fidget around anxiously and subtly grab her crotch as she stepped off the elevator. "Erin, are you sure you want me to pee in the urinals instead of dashing to the men's room?" I asked her. "Yes! Just go pee in the urinal already Jeff! I won't look" she promised impatiently as she shook her legs around. "Just try and hurry it up so that we make the first bus ok. You aren't the only one who really needs to piss Jeff!". In that moment Erin's insistence on me peeing in the urinal suddenly made a lot more sense. She was impatient to get home, and release her heavy load of boiling piss, that had been troubling her bladder for hours now. She was so eager to rid herself of the boiling piss that she was willing to listen to me pee in a urinal right next to her if it got her home to her toilet quicker. I hurried to one of the urinals and began unzipping my pants to take my cock out. Despite her bladder's much greater need then mine, I saw Erin standing just a few feet off to the side rather than waiting for me outside. She waited with politely averted eyes as I began to pee in the urinal practically right next to her. Her legs were already tightly crossed before my noisy piss reached her ears. She began to rock back and forth a bit as she anxiously bit her lower lips upon hearing me start to piss. Erin wasn't the only person around of course. In my peripheral vision I recognized Danielle from HR coming around the corner. She already looked rather uncomfortable after holding it for the entire workday. Her steps were as hurried as possible in high heels, and she had a noticeable bladder bulge stretching her skirt. When she realized I was pissing in one of the urinals I saw her grimace and openly hold herself. But like Erin had promised she said nothing, instead she hobbled her way past me and left through the front door. Part of me couldn't help but be turned on by how Erin & Danielle suffered in silence as I continued to piss away. My cock began to harden, which slowed my piss down considerably. My piss and my partial erection were basically taunting Erin's poor swollen bladder. I felt guilty when I saw a bit of false hope in Erin's eyes that my slowing piss met that I was nearly done, only for the hope to vanish when I managed to resume pissing with full force again. I felt guilty all over again. How could I expect Erin to be fine with waiting patiently for me as I finished my relieving piss, all while she was expected to wait and remain in dire of need of relief for herself? And yet Erin was the one who didn't see a problem with this unfair situation! She had insisted repeatedly that I piss in the urinals in front of her! I wondered again why she didn't just wait right outside for me where she wouldn't have to listen to me piss right next to her. At times like this it disturbed me how much Erin and the other women of the city unquestionably obeyed the city's expectation that they hold it without complaint for however long they're away from home. Erin had been desperate to pee all afternoon, and I hadn't heard one complaint from her about how unfair it was that I got to pee while she had to hold it for much of her day. Any doubt I might have had when Erin denied ever peeing in a secluded alley when her bladder situation became too much for her to handle vanished. If she wanted to do so in secret to rid herself of what must have been a gallon of boiling piss brewing in her bladder by now without me around to witness it she could have easily been doing that right now. When I finally finished my relieving piss after a long minute I flushed. Erin visibly flinched at the sound as she squirmed around and clawed at her crotch anxiously. I hurried to zip my pants back up as I turned to face Erin. "Feel better now Jeff?" she asked with surprising calm despite her desperate fidgeting. "You sounded like you really needed it, I didn't think you'd go on for so long". "Yes, but you could have just waited for me outside Erin" I pointed out. "I could. But I figured it's better to help you get over your pee shyness now rather than later Jeff. You'll thank me later, it'll be a lot more convenient for you to be able to use any of the public urinals" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now let's get moving Jeff, I seriously need to get home so that I can pee, I definitely had way too much coffee today". ===== That's it for now, let me know what you think. I intend to write more in this series. I'm uncertain if I'll stick to focusing on Erin, or focus on other characters to explore how a city without a ladies room effects other people in other occupations.

Some of my higher quality omorashi stories revolving around the ponies of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I originally wrote these on fimfiction.net, and put them here for someone who would enjoy them. Though this is with ponies rather than humans, they will all be wearing outfits for it. Note: Rarity's chapter had a few fart scenes so I removed them in case they're a turn-off for any of you. If anyone wants them with the fart scenes, let me know and I'll link you to the original. Also, the formula may seem repetitive. That's why on fimfiction I had to make them chapters of the same story. Since it merges replies I had to do it all in one post. One last note: I didn't do one for Applejack cause I don't usually fetishize her. I don't know why. But I did all the other Main 6, so if you have a specific taste for any of them, each has her own high-quality story. And if you like all of them in these situations, read every chapter! Rarity's Desperation On a hot summer day in Ponyville, Rainbow Dash and Applejack had asked Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie to compete alongside them in a six-pony relay race. Pinkie Pie entered immediately because she knew it would be fun. Twilight had never run a relay race before and was interested to try it out. Fluttershy felt confident about it as well, probably because there were five other ponies to share the spotlight with her. Rarity wasn't usually into sports, but didn't want to let her friends down, so she agreed to enter - on the condition that they enter in style! Before the race she fashioned sparkly racing outfits for them resembling skintight shorts and matching midriff tank tops. Rarity's were purple, Twilight's were dark blue, Rainbow Dash's were a shade of blue darker than her but lighter than Twilight's outfit, Applejack's was red, Fluttershy's was green, and Pinkie Pie's was dark pink. These outfits were sporty yet lovely. Before the race, Rarity had drank 10 cups of tea. She made her way to the racetrack, where the Main 6 would be racing against one of the other seven teams in the race first (all of which consisted mostly of background ponies). It was a hot day, so Rarity drank several bottles of water, as did Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy, while waiting half an hour for all the ponies to arrive, and the race to begin. At the start of the race, they were positioned: Pinkie Pie, Twilight, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash. As soon as the announcer - Spike - said "Go", Pinkie Pie began running, and reached Twilight before the other pony did, carrying the stick in her mouth and throwing it to her. Twilight got to Fluttershy, who got to Rarity, who ran as fast as she could. It was a full racetrack with quite a bit of distance to cover, but Rarity reached Applejack well ahead of the other pony, and it wasn't long before Applejack and Rainbow Dash finished the race. All of them were exhausted and a little sweaty, but satisfied that they won the race and would advance to the semifinals. They drank a lot more water while they watched the other teams race. After the second race, Fluttershy quietly said "I'll be right back," and ran into one of the many outhouses on the racetrack. "I really gotta pee too!" said Pinkie Pie, and she ran into another. Now that they mentioned it, Rarity was feeling the urge to pee as well, but she brushed it off. She didn't like using public bathrooms or outhouses. She thought they were absolutely filthy from how many ponies would use them, and not knowing whether they had been cleaned properly. She'd rather hold it. After the last two races, 20 minutes went by so the ponies could relax and be ready for the next race. Rarity fidgeted a bit, the need to pee growing heavier. "You all right there Rares?" said Applejack. "I'm fine," said Rarity. After the 20 minutes, it was decided Rarity's team would, again, race first. They positioned themselves the same as last time, and raced just as well as last time. When it was Rarity's turn, she ran faster than before, trying to hide her desperation, though the pressure in her bladder was much heavier than before. Rarity's team won the race again. She was even hotter and sweatier than before; her outfit was damp now. The other ponies drank several bottles of water. Rarity's screaming bladder told her not to do the same, but she was very hot and thirsty, so she had no choice but to drink five bottles of water. The Main 6 sat on the sidelines while the other two teams raced, knowing that whichever team won would be their next opponent. Rarity really needed to go, fidgeting harder now. "I gotta go to the bathroom," said Rainbow Dash, and she ran to an outhouse. Twilight, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie each ran into another. Fluttershy was fine for the moment, she hadn't drank as much water as Pinkie Pie did. Rarity was in desperate need of a bathroom, but still wouldn't use the "filthy" outhouses. When Rainbow Dash, Twilight, Applejack, and Pinkie returned, Applejack noticed Rarity fidgeting, and the pained look on her face. "Ya know, if you need to go to the bathroom, why don't you just go? There's plenty of outhouses over there." Rarity blushed. "I'm fine, thank you." "You're gonna want to go before the next race," said Twilight. "All that water you've been drinking." "I don't like public bathrooms, especially outhouses," said Rarity. "So filthy. Not very clean." "So you'd rather risk wettin' yourself than use one?" said Applejack. "That wouldn't be much cleaner." "Actually, urine is sterile," said Twilight. "Yeah, but wetting yourself in front of HUNDREDS of ponies would be, like, the most embarrassing thing EVER!" said Pinkie Pie. "I know. I've done it once. In those cute teal shorts you made for me, Rarity." "Oh my, I know I'd never be able to stand it," said Fluttershy. "I can hold it," said Rarity, although she really didn't look it. "If you say so," said Rainbow Dash. "But don't whine too much if you have an accident in your racing shorts!" Once the race was done, there was a 30-minute wait for the next race, in which the ponies could relax, drink water, have a quick snack (nothing too big right before running), or go to the bathroom if they needed to. Rarity began squirming even harder. She could feel the pee sloshing around inside her. By now the heat had dried the sweat off her outfit, but she was feeling very hot and thirsty again, so she couldn't help but drink more bottles of water, even though she knew she'd regret it later. The other ponies drank more water, and Pinkie Pie ran to the bathroom twice more, while Fluttershy did so once. Rainbow Dash didn't, although she had drank nearly as much as Pinkie Pie. "See Rarity? Even Fluttershy's not afraid to use the bathrooms here," said Twilight as soon as Fluttershy had disappeared behind the outhouse door. The pressure grew heavier, and Rarity crossed her legs and fidgeted harder, a pained look on her face. "Rares, just go," said Applejack. "Make a dash for one of those outhouses. I'm pretty sure they clean them every night." Rarity considered it. She wasn't sure she could make it through the next race and then back to her home, after they claimed either their gold or silver trophy. But... "No, I can't. Still too filthy." Rainbow Dash chuckled at how stubborn Rarity was being. "Hey, if you wet yourself, you can always go for a swim with me in a river. Maybe a really fast raging river, that ends in a waterfall!" Rarity was feeling more uncomfortable the longer Rainbow Dash spoke. "Yeah, then we can splash down the waterfall together! Or, I could make it rain on you! I'll grab a big raincloud, and kick it, and there'll be lots of rain! I can almost hear the sound of raindrops already, splashing on the ground and making puddles!" Rarity whimpered as she felt a bit of pee leak into her shorts and crossed her legs even tighter, still fidgeting. "Rainbow, quit it!" said Applejack. "That ain't funny." "How would you feel if you were in her position?" said Twilight. "It's her own fault for not wanting to use the bathrooms here," said Rainbow Dash. "But... I wouldn't like it very much, so I'll stop." She considered startling Rarity into wetting herself with a thundercloud, or tickling her, but she knew Rarity and the others wouldn't like it. Except maybe Pinkie Pie, she'd just piss her own shorts from laughing too hard. After what felt like hours for Rarity, the final race was about to begin. As Rarity stood up to go to her position, she felt herself become even more desperate from standing up. She felt like she was about to burst as she walked to her spot, which, most inconveniently for her, was the fourth spot, so she had quite a ways to walk. She sprinted the rest of the way there, hoping it wouldn't tire her out for the race. She really, REALLY needed to go, and she wasn't sure she was going to make it. "On your marks... get set... GO!" Rarity stood doing the pee dance while waiting for Fluttershy to reach her. She knew hundreds of ponies were watching, but didn't care. Besides, she was trusting on the pony who was running to get all the attention so no one would be looking at her until it was her turn. Fluttershy ran faster than usual, motivated by wanting Rarity to make it to a bathroom. As soon as she reached her, she threw the stick to her. Rarity tried to catch it in her mouth, but missed, and it fell to the ground. "Oh, I'm so sorry Rarity," said Fluttershy. "It's all right darling," said Rarity, trying not to sound tense. "I'm the one who missed it." She picked up the stick and ran so fast she looked as though she could have beaten Rainbow Dash and Applejcak in a race. She needed to pee so badly that she ran faster than she ever thought she could, as if she was running toward a bathroom itself, for it was only once the race was done and they had claimed their trophy that she could get back home and use her very clean bathroom. She reached Applejack and threw the stick to her. Applejack caught it easily, and as she ran toward Rainbow Dash, Rarity sat down, more tired than ever and dripping with sweat. She crossed her legs and fidgeted as Applejack threw the stick to Rainbow Dash, who finished the race, beating the other team by a landslide. "Team Rainbow Dash wins!" said Spike. Rainbow Dash and Applejack had decided through hoof-wrestling who to name their team after. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Twilight, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie walked over to Rarity. "You take your trophy," said Rarity, who was unable to keep her desperation out of her voice. "I don't think I can stand up, unless I'm running home. Tell them I'm just too tired after running so fast." Which was almost true. The other five ponies stood on the podium to take their trophy. Rarity watched while squirming where she sat. She wished she could have been on the podium for the ponies to see her sparkly outfit in her victory, but she knew if she stood up for any reason other than to run home, she'd have an accident in front of all the ponies. She considered making a break for it now, but she wanted to wait until the victory ceremony was over. Only ten seconds later, Rarity felt herself dribbling, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. She decided to run back home NOW. Her friends would understand. Before she could even stand up, however, she felt a steady stream of pee make its way out of her into her shorts, which did not let up. Rarity tried hard to stop, but she couldn't. Rarity was peeing herself, in front of hundreds of ponies. She whimpered and blushed beet red with embarrassment as her shorts grew wetter and wetter, and a puddle formed around her butt. As she continued to wet herself, Rarity felt two things at once. The first was shock at wetting herself for the first time since, as long as she could remember. For such a popular and feminine pony such as her to pee herself like a little filly was the biggest humiliation she had ever experienced. The second feeling was relief at finally letting go, and if it wasn't so embarrassing and unladylike, part of her might have enjoyed the feeling. She even sighed in relief, against her will. Her friends came running back toward her. "All right Rarity, you can..." Twilight stopped at the sight of Rarity sitting in a puddle that was still growing. "Oh my," said Fluttershy, blushing. "Hoo, Rarity," said Applejack rather loudly. "Y'all must've been runnin' really fast to be sweatin' that much." "Really?" said Pinkie Pie. "Cause it looks to me like she's..." Twilight elbowed her. "We know," she whispered. "We just don't want all the other ponies to know that, so she can feel better about it." "Oooooohhh," said Pinkie. "I've never seen such a big puddle of sweat," said Rainbow Dash. "Way to win the race for us, Rares!" Now that Rarity came to think about it, her sparkly purple outfit was already soaked with sweat, so only those who were really close could tell that she was peeing herself. She was sure her friends knew, but even Rainbow Dash wasn't laughing at her, and they were covering it up. Also, all the ponies had to have been looking at Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and the others because they were on the podium claiming their prize. Because of all the water she drank her pee didn't even smell so it would be easy to hide on the way back. This wasn't as bad as she had thought. Rarity peed for about a minute and 45 seconds, and felt much better once she was done. She was still blushing lightly with embarrassment, but Applejack helped her to her feet. "You all go on ahead," said Rainbow Dash, tossing her trophy to Applejack. "I gotta go to the bathroom." Rainbow Dash entered one of the outhouses. Like the other ponies, her shorts were soaked with sweat too. She sat on the toilet and began peeing through her shorts into it. "Ahhhhhhh." Rainbow Dash loved the feeling of this, and her shorts were already wet so who cares? Rainbow Dash's Desperation Rainbow Dash was ready to do another Iron Pony competition with Applejack, this time agreeing to not use her wings. It was a hot summer day rather than fall, so Rainbow Dash had a big glass of water after doing her stretches. As usual, Twilight kept score and Spike was the announcer. At the end of each event, Rainbow Dash and Applejack drank a mug of cider, for they were very hot and sweaty after each one. Rainbow didn't use her wings for any of the events. They were tied by the time of the final event, which was a tug of war. After a few seconds, Applejack pulled Rainbow Dash into the mud. Rainbow Dash was disappointed, but was a good sport this time. After drinking one last cider, she said "I should be going to the Wonderbolt show now!" After taking a bath at home, she put on her Wonderbolt outfit and flew to the arena in Manehattan where they would be performing. Having flown very fast, she arrived early. She was thirsty after this flight on a hot day, so she drank two more glasses of water. By the time the show was about to begin, Rainbow Dash started to feel pressure on her bladder. The cider she had drank had gone through her. But, she wasn't too concerned. She was sure she could hold it. She'd held it for a long time before. Though she hadn't had that much to drink then. The Wonderbolts began performing with spectacular flying moves. Rainbow Dash did all of her techniques perfectly at first, although as the time went by she started to become more uncomfortable. She nearly slipped up on one move, but was able to finish the show. Next came a race, which the rich ponies would bet on. The ponies got to the start line, and Rainbow tried not to fidget. At the sound of the horn, the Wonderbolts took off to fly around the racetrack. Rainbow Dash flew the fastest, from a combination of being the fastest pegasus and her need to pee, and won the race, to the thunderous applause of the audience. After flying to the center of the arena and bowing to the audience, the show was over, much to Rainbow Dash's relief. Rather than use a bathroom at the arena, Rainbow flew back to her house at top speed. By the time she was home, her Wonderbolt outfit was soaked in sweat. She peeled her outfit off and drank five glasses of water, until she was feeling cooler and less thirsty. Yes, this seemed a foolish thing to do when she needed to pee, but she could use her bathroom now. She had just turned in the direction of her bathroom when she caught a glimpse of a clock. It was 1:55 PM. With a jolt, she remembered that she was to fly alongside Fluttershy and Bulk Biceps in an aerial relay race at Cloudsdale in five minutes! She quickly changed into the sports outfit Rarity had fashioned for her - a skintight pair of dark blue shorts with a white tank top. She had just reached the door when she remembered she still had to go to the bathroom. After thinking it over for a few seconds, she took off toward Cloudsdale. Surely such an awesome pony as her could hold it, plus it might make her fly faster! She reached Cloudsdale, where Fluttershy and Bulk Biceps waited for her. They wore similar outfits of Rarity's design, except Fluttershy's shorts were green and Bulk Biceps's were gray. "Are you ready to win the relay race?" said Fluttershy, who was confident in Rainbow Dash's speed. "Do you have to ask?" said Rainbow Dash. She felt confident until the pressure in her bladder grew heavier, and she started to look more uncomfortable. She crossed her legs, sweating a bit. "Oh my," said Fluttershy. "After that flight here you're probably really hot and thirsty." She quickly got Rainbow Dash a big glass of water. Rainbow Dash was reluctant. She really needed to go, and more water wouldn't help her hold it. But, she was feeling thirsty, so she drank it without complaint. "How much longer before the race begins?" said Rainbow Dash as she sat down, fidgeting a little. "RIGHT NOW!" said Bulk Biceps. Their opponents - Hoops, Score, and Dumb Bell - came in. They weren't wearing any sports outfits, and Rainbow wished at this point that Rarity hadn't insisted she and her team do so, for losing control without wearing an outfit, as embarrassing as it would be, would be preferable to if she was wearing one when it happened. Rainbow braced herself for the jocks to notice how desperate she was and make fun of her, but they didn't. She had forgotten, they respected her now after witnessing her Sonic Rainboom. The six pegasi got to their positions for the race. Rainbow Dash was to be the third to fly, and as soon as she reached her position, she crossed her legs, a pained expression on her face. Bulk Biceps took a while to get to Fluttershy, and Rainbow fidgeted harder. The sooner she finished this race the sooner she could find a bathroom! Fluttershy flew as fast as she could towards Rainbow Dash once it was her turn. She could tell how desperate Rainbow Dash was and wanted her to make it. She was dripping with sweat when she reached Rainbow Dash and gave her the horseshoe. As she took the horseshoe, Rainbow uncrossed her legs, feeling a lot more uncomfortable. She flew as fast as her wings could carry her, reaching the finish within seconds. "Team Rainbow wins!" said the announcer. Rainbow Dash would normally express delight at winning a race, but she needed to pee too badly to feel anything else right now. She was about to fly off toward the bathroom, when she remembered she had to claim her trophy. Fluttershy and Bulk Biceps were already on the winners' platform, so Rainbow zipped over there, doing the pee dance. A few of the pegasi in the audience snickered, but she didn't care. "Fluttershy, can you take the trophy?" said Rainbow Dash. "I really have to go!" "Of course, Rainbow Dash," said Fluttershy. "Then you'll be set to race Applejack!" Rainbow had completely forgotten that she and Applejack were going to race on a big racetrack, which took about a minute for even a fast pony like her to run a single lap. Flying would be a snap, but she promised she wouldn't use her wings. And, at Rainbow Dash's suggestion, they were to run 30 laps. But, what was she worried about? All she had to do was use the bathroom here and she'd be fine for the entire race. As soon as the trophy was presented to Rainbow Dash, she handed it to Fluttershy and made a break for the nearest bathroom. Rainbow could almost feel the relief already. Until she saw ten ponies in line for the bathroom. Rainbow groaned, and put both hooves on her crotch. She could feel her desperation increase as the minutes went by, feeling like hours to her. Somehow, each pony in front of her took at least two minutes before exiting the outhouse. Rainbow squirmed harder, and looked at the clock. It was getting close to 2:30, the time of her race with Applejack. By the time there were three ponies in front of her, it was 2:29. Rainbow knew she'd be late for the race if she waited for the other three ponies. Letting out a frustrated yell, she took off toward the racetrack. Her desperation drove her to fly faster than she ever had before without doing a Sonic Rainboom. She arrived at the racetrack, where Applejack was waiting. Her shorts were soaked and at first she thought she had peed herself mid-flight, until she realized it was sweat. Of course, with how much she needed to pee, if she wet herself now it would still be very noticeable. "Ah was beginnin' to think you wouldn't show," said Applejack. "Here, have some cider." Rainbow didn't think twice. She was so thirsty after her race and flight that she drank five cups of cider. "That cider's real good on a hot day," said Applejack. "Course, drinkin' too much of it at once makes you gotta pee real bad. While you were doin' your Wonderbolt show I was peein' for probably close to a minute. I ain't never peed for so long, but it felt so good..." "QUIET!" said Rainbow Dash as she leaked a bit into her shorts. But as they were already wet, this wasn't noticeable. "Right, let's race." Rainbow Dash and Applejack stood at the starting line, with Big McIntosh and Apple Bloom there to keep score of them, respectively, and Granny Smith as the announcer. "Ready... get set... and go!" said Granny Smith. Rainbow Dash and Applejack ran. Rainbow was tired from her previous competitions, but she still had to go to the bathroom really badly, and that made her run faster than she ever had in her life, desperate to finish the race and use the outhouse in the area. Applejack was surprised as Rainbow ran by her again. And again. And again. They were usually evenly matched. Why was Rainbow suddenly faster on foot? Was she using her wings? Nope. Next time she ran by, Applejack saw clearly she was running. As fast as she ran, the race seemed to go on forever. Her bladder was still throbbing, still more full than it had ever been. She wished she hadn't set the race to run so many laps. "EYYYYUP!" said Big McIntosh as loud as he could, once Rainbow had crossed the finish line for the 30th time. She was exhausted, panting, and dripping with sweat, so much that if she peed right there no one would notice. Applejack continued running for sport, waiting for Apple Bloom to signal her crossing the final time. Rainbow Dash drank 10 mugs of cider, not caring how it would affect her later, for she could now use the outhouse. But she was so tired, she wanted to rest first. With the cool cider she drank, she stopped sweating, and before long the summer heat turned her sweaty outfit from wet to damp. Then, just as Apple Bloom said "Applejack gets second place!", Rainbow became aware of her full bladder again. She was about to run toward the outhouse, when Applejack ran in front of her, panting and sweaty. "Wow, you've gotten a lot faster since the last time," said Applejack. "Well, I haven't gone to the bathroom since our Iron Pony competition and I REALLY need to go!" said Rainbow Dash. At that moment, the train arrived at the nearby train track. "All aboard for Appleoosa," said the conductor. "We'd better get goin'," said Applejack. "Or else we're gonna be late for our buckball game against Braeburn." Rainbow cringed. In her desperation she had forgotten that she and Applejack were playing against Braeburn's team at Appleoosa again. Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were better players than them, but Fluttershy didn't want to do more than one athletic event in one day, and Pinkie Pie was busy babysitting the Cake twins. "All right, I'll be on the train in a minute," said Rainbow Dash, and she started to fly toward the outhouse, but Applejack grabbed her tail and held her back. "We don't wanna miss the train. You can use the bathroom there." Rainbow Dash reluctantly boarded the train with Applejack. As soon as it was in motion, she ran toward its bathroom, but to her horror it had an "Out of Order" sign on it. Rainbow rushed over to Applejack, sat down next to her, and started fidgeting hard. "What's wrong with the bathroom?" said Applejack. "It's out of order!" said Rainbow Dash through gritted teeth. "Why couldn't you let me use the outhouse at the racetrack and then fly to Appleoosa?" "Cause you're exhausted from the race. You'll need to rest a bit if we're gonna beat Braeburn." "I can't play if I have to pee this badly!" "There'll be a bathroom there you can use, if you can hold it till then." "And if I can't?" "Then ah hope wet shorts won't affect your performance." Rainbow was now wishing she had peed herself when her shorts were soaked. In minutes the sweat had completely dried off her. All the extra drinks she had taken were starting to catch up to her now. Rainbow was more desperate than she had ever been in her life. She whimpered and fidgeted hard, her legs crossed tight. The train ride took an hour, but it felt like an eternity to Rainbow Dash, who could feel the pressure grow heavier and heavier with each passing minute. She could feel waves of pee sloshing around inside her, and wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it. "Hang in there Rainbow Dash," said Applejack as they got closer to Appleoosa. "We're almost there." Finally, they reached Appleoosa. As soon as they were out, Rainbow Dash ran to the nearest outhouse. It was occupied. Frantically doing the pee dance, she banged on the door, but the pony inside wouldn't come out, so she ran to the arena where they were playing buckball. This arena had a full bathroom to it, so Rainbow Dash entered it. To her dismay, every stall was full. "OH COME ON!" she said. She felt herself leak a little, and whimpered. Rainbow did the pee dance again as she waited for one of the ponies to get out of the stall. "HURRY UP IN THERE!" she cried as she leaked again. After about five minutes, the toilet flushed, and Rainbow started to feel better. At long last, she was finally going to get the relief she needed. It would feel so good to finally let it all out. But before the stall door opened, Applejack came running in and said "Ah hope you already went to the bathroom, cause the game's startin' now!" "Just give me one minute!" said Rainbow Dash as a pony came out of the stall whose toilet had just flushed. "We don't have a minute," said Applejack, and she pulled Rainbow Dash into the buckball arena. Rainbow Dash reluctantly got in position next to the basket, and the game was on. The entire time, Rainbow had both her hooves on her crotch. Between the fact that she was hardly moving, and that a cloud had blocked the sun, cooling the weather drastically, Rainbow Dash was not sweating. The only dampness on her shorts was from when she had leaked earlier. Rainbow hoped that it would rain so that she could pee without anyone noticing, and then play seriously. However, the cloud was not a raincloud, and was the only cloud in the sky. Rainbow was so focused on holding it that she let several goals into the basket. "Hey, Rainbow! Try harder!" said Applejack. "But I REALLY have to go!" said Rainbow Dash, tearing up a bit. "If anyone can hold it and still play, it's you." Applejack couldn't possibly understand how badly Rainbow Dash needed to pee right now. She had drank more water and cider than she would have thought possible, and was sure that it had all gone through her now. Her bladder was throbbing, and she felt like she was about to burst. But, Applejack's words gave her the confidence to try. She was afraid that if she stopped holding herself she'd have an accident in her shorts. So, she decided to use every other part of her to try to block the ball. When the ball came flying toward her basket, Rainbow kicked it. This put a bit extra pressure on her, and she didn't want to kick again. The next time, she used her wing, which hurt a little from the force the ball was flying at, causing her to go off balance for a bit. Next time she saved with her head, and felt a little dizzy afterwards. Usually it wouldn't bother her, but she knew it wouldn't help her current situation. As the ball came flying at her again, Rainbow Dash turned around and hit the ball with her butt. This sent an unexpected jolt through her bladder and she leaked for three seconds. Her shorts had a bigger wet spot on them now, and she hoped they were dark enough that ponies couldn't tell from a distance. She let out a whimper of surprise as the ball hit her in the butt again, causing her to leak a little more. "That tush seems to be doin' the trick," said Applejack as she kicked the ball into a basket. "But it's making me pee a little!" said Rainbow Dash, blushing lightly. "I'm real sorry sugarcube, but can you try to save that way for a little while longer? Ah promise you can have all the cider you want today." "Deal!" said Rainbow Dash, though she was still in desperate need of a bathroom. Rainbow hit the ball with her rump a few more times, still holding herself with both hooves and still extremely desperate to pee. Every few hits would make Rainbow leak a bit more into her shorts, making them wetter each time. Eventually she got so desperate she could hardly move, and missed the ball a few times. Applejack was annoyed, but seeing how desperate Rainbow Dash was, and how wet she was already, she felt sorry for her and didn't give her a hard time. At long last, the game was over. "Braeburn's team wins!" said the announcer. Rainbow Dash didn't care that she had lost. All she wanted was to go to the bathroom NOW! She ran to the arena bathroom as fast as she could, dribbling the entire way. Upon entering the bathroom, she saw that all the stalls were full, again. She frantically did the pee dance waiting for the ponies to come out. After a five-second leak, she said "Screw it" and ran outside toward the outhouse, her shorts getting even wetter as she dribbled more. By the time she reached the outhouse, the spurts had become a steady stream that wouldn't stop. Rainbow tried to open the outhouse door, but it was locked. At that moment, seemingly with the knowledge that she had no access to any bathrooms, she stopped holding it in and lost complete control. Rainbow's stream grew harder as she began peeing full force. Her shorts became soaked in a matter of seconds, and her stream passed through them to the ground below her, while at the same time, rivers of pee flowed down her legs in torrents. A massive puddle grew under her. Rainbow couldn't believe what was happening. She, the fastest flyer in all of Equestria, one of the Wonderbolts, and one of the saviors of Equestria, was wetting herself uncontrollably. Ponies were staring at her, and she blushed with embarrassment, all too aware of the hissing sound emanating from her and the rapidly expanding puddle she was standing in. She couldn't stand anymore, and sat down, her rear end splashing into her puddle, and still peeing. As humiliating as this was, she couldn't deny the relief felt really good after holding so much in for so long. The warm wetness that soaked her lower half also felt good too. Almost... arousing. "Ahhhhhh, that's better," said Rainbow Dash, still peeing. Applejack ran over to Rainbow Dash, stepping in her puddle, backing away, and staring at the pegasus as she continued to soak herself, blushing but looking as though she was enjoying it. She felt bad for Rainbow Dash, and wished she had let her go before the game, delaying the game just a minute to spare Rainbow Dash total humiliation. Except... Dashie looked like she was having fun wetting herself. She peed for just under three minutes, at the end of which she was sitting in a huge puddle and her cute skintight shorts were completely drenched. She let out an immense sigh of relief now that her bladder was completely empty. Then the realization that she had peed herself in front of several ponies, including Applejack, hit her, and she blushed beet red. "It's all right Rainbow Dash," said Applejack, and she helped the pee-soaked mare get to her feet. "Let's get you home." They boarded the train that went back to Ponyville. There were no other ponies in the car. Rainbow Dash sat in her wet shorts, still feeling ashamed. "I'm sorry ah wouldn't let you go before," said Applejack. "It's all right," said Rainbow Dash. She was still embarrassed, but she had secretly enjoyed the feeling of peeing herself, and now she knew Applejack wouldn't think any less of her for it. "Remember our deal. You can have all the cider you want today." Rainbow Dash was feeling much better already. When they reached Ponyville, Rainbow Dash flew high in the air to Sweet Apple Acres, avoiding being seen. Afterward, she drank 20 cups of cider. When Rainbow returned to her house, she felt she needed to pee again. Though not nearly as badly as last time, she sat on the toilet, without pulling her shorts down, and began peeing. Fluttershy's Desperation Fluttershy chugged down glass after glass of water. It was a hot summer day, and she had just finished a game of buckball with Rainbow Dash and Applejack, with Pinkie Pie on her team. So, naturally, she was very thirsty. Applejack poured several cups of cider from a barrel she brought with her, and they all drank several cups of cider. Fluttershy drank ten glasses of water and six cups of cider. After shaking Rainbow Dash's hoof, Fluttershy returned to her cottage to feed her pets, and see that they were all doing all right. This took about a half hour. Once she was done, she made her way to the train station, for she had volunteered to enter Rarity's fashion show in Manehattan. She felt nervous about going onstage, but at least this time she knew there would be many other ponies onstage with her, which was a lot easier for her, since she didn't have much difficulty with the fashion show alongside her friends for the dresses Rarity designed for the gala. Fluttershy and Rarity sat together on the train as it started its journey to Manehattan. Only a few minutes into the train ride, did Fluttershy realize she needed to pee. She realized that she had forgotten to take her morning pee today, and all she had drank after the buckball game had gone through her. She held it in, too shy to tell Rarity she needed to use the bathroom, and hoping she'd get the chance at Manehattan. They reached Manehattan, and went to the building where the fashion show was taking place. Fluttershy glanced toward a bathroom they walked by, but was too shy to ask Rarity to stop. Rarity showed Fluttershy and two other mares the outfits they were to wear. The other two mares picked their outfits first, leaving Fluttershy with a skintight sparkly purple bodysuit. Fluttershy put it on with difficulty, concealing her need to pee. Rarity's team would be going onstage last, with four other sets of ponies going before her. The fourth of which was Suri Polomare's team. As Suri walked by Rarity after her turn, she sneered at her and said "Your stupid outfits will never beat mine." She kicked Fluttershy in the butt, nearly causing her to lose it, but she held it in. Fluttershy and the other mares went onstage. Fluttershy was very nervous. She knew the attention would be shared with the ponies on either side of her, but if she peed in Rarity's outfit onstage, it would be unbelievable humiliation for her! Soon, she walked off the stage, and Prim Hemline declared Rarity the winner. As Rarity took her trophy, Fluttershy seized the opportunity and ran to the nearest bathroom. Once inside, she saw to her dismay that the stalls were all full. Fluttershy didn't want to keep Rarity waiting, so after waiting for about half a minute, she ran back outside to rejoin Rarity. Fluttershy was very uncomfortable for the train ride back. Rarity didn't notice, because she was too satisfied at having won the fashion show, and Fluttershy was concealing her desperation, trying hard not to fidget. "Fluttershy, darling, you can change out of that outfit if you want," said Rarity. "It is a hot day." "Um..." Fluttershy hadn't removed it because she was afraid she might pee if she tried to take it off. But, she wanted to hide her desperation. "I want to wear this all day as a symbol of how amazing your fashion designs are." "Aw, that's so sweet." Fluttershy bit her lower lip. She had always been too shy to say when she needed to pee, resulting in her holding for extended periods of time. Usually she could hold it for a long time, but one time after a cider drinking contest with Rainbow Dash three years ago, she had peed in her bunny costume after passing up numerous chances to go due to her bladder shyness. Fortunately she had been right next to a river and deliberately fallen into it, so that no one had ever known. Her holding capacity had increased since then, but she wasn't sure how long she could hold for. Finally, the train arrived at Ponyville. Fluttershy ran toward her cottage. "Fluttershy!" came a voice. She turned to see Rainbow Dash. "Wanna do an aerial relay with me? I'm racing against Spitfire and Soarin at Cloudsdale!" Fluttershy didn't want to race. She wanted to find a bathroom. But she couldn't disappoint Rainbow Dash, and she was too shy to say why she refused. "I... I'd love to." Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash flew to Cloudsdale. Fluttershy trying her hardest to hold it in. "Why are you wearing that outfit?" said Rainbow Dash. "It was for Rarity's fashion show," said Fluttershy. "And she won. I'll wear this with pride for the rest of the day." "Suit yourself," said Rainbow Dash. They reached Cloudsdale, and stood at the side of the arena. "There's still a few minutes before the race," said Rainbow Dash. "I have to go to the bathroom." She ran into the bathroom. Fluttershy wished there was another bathroom close by so she could go without making a fuss. Once Rainbow Dash was out, she said "Do you need to go to the bathroom too?" "I..." Fluttershy blushed a little. This was her chance, but... "I'm fine." "All right, then let's go!" said Rainbow Dash, flying to her starting position. Fluttershy flew to the start of the race beside Soarin, regretting her decision to not use the bathroom. "Ready... get set... go!" said the announcer. Fluttershy and Soarin took off. Soarin was a Wonderbolt, one of the greatest flyers in Equestria, and most ponies wouldn't be a match for him, especially Fluttershy. But Fluttershy needed to pee really badly. Desperate to finish the race and find relief, she flew faster than she usually would, and was only slightly beside Soarin when she reached Rainbow Dash and gave her the horseshoe. Rainbow Dash won the race. As Rainbow Dash claimed her trophy, Fluttershy sneaked off to the bathroom, only to find it was lined up with ponies that had been sitting there for over an hour waiting for the show. She stood in line for a bit, but upon seeing Rainbow Dash fly back with her trophy in search of her, she walked back over to her. "Wow, you flew pretty fast," said Rainbow Dash. "I... I knew you really wanted to win," said Fluttershy. Her outfit was soaked with sweat, but she knew it would still be noticeable if she peed herself. Rainbow and Fluttershy flew back to Ponyville, and by the time they arrived, the summer heat had evaporated all the sweat off Fluttershy's outfit. Fluttershy ran toward her cottage, hoping to get to the bathroom this time. "Surprise!" said Pinkie Pie, jumping out with some balloons and streamers. Fluttershy was startled, and nearly wet herself there, but she just managed to hold it in. "I'm throwing a spontaneous and random party at Sugarcube Corner, and you're invited!" said Pinkie Pie, giving an invitation to Fluttershy. "When it this?" said Fluttershy. "Right now!" "All right." She really needed to pee, but she didn't want to disappoint Pinkie Pie, and would probably have a chance to use the bathroom at the party. They walked to Sugarcube Corner, and the festivities of the party began. Or rather continued, since Pinkie had noticed Fluttershy walk by and ran over to invite her. During Pin the Tail on the Pony, Fluttershy quietly tiptoed to the bathroom, but found it occupied. She sat in view of the bathroom door, fidgeting a little as her need to pee grew by the minute. Lyra Heartstrings came out of the bathroom, and Fluttershy was about to go next when Shoeshine ran into the bathroom. Fluttershy waited for her to come out, feeling the pressure grow more. "Hey, Fluttershy!" said Pinkie Pie. "Wanna try some cake?" Fluttershy couldn't refuse. Pinkie cut a slice of cake for her, which was delicious, but she couldn't fully enjoy it with how badly she needed to pee. Once she was done, and she noticed Shoeshine in the room, Fluttershy made her way to the bathroom again, but it was occupied once more. Before whoever was in could come out, Pinkie called her over to Twilight Sparkle reading a Daring Do book to them. Once she was done, the party was over. Fluttershy decided she would run back to her cottage and use the bathroom there, for she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it for. "Fluttershy," said Twilight, "I'm going to Canterlot to preside over an animal event. Would you like to come?" "An animal event?" said Fluttershy. She couldn't say no. "I'd love to!" They boarded the train for Canterlot, and once again Fluttershy was too shy to use the bathroom on the train. So she held it in and hid all signs of her desperation from Twilight. When they reached Canterlot, Twilight led Fluttershy to the garden. Fluttershy wasn't sure of what Twilight was doing, or what the event was about, but Twilight told her she could play with the animals. Fluttershy did so for about five minutes, until a jolt from her bladder reminded her how badly she needed to pee. She ran to the nearest bathroom, but once again, all the stalls were full. She returned to the animals and played with them for another half hour, having fun and forgetting her need to pee for a while. Until she leaked a bit into her skintight outfit. Fluttershy let out a small whimper. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer. So, she walked up to Twilight, positioning her legs so that the damp spot on her outfit wasn't visible. "Um... Twilight... there's something I forgot to do back at my cottage. I hope it's all right if I leave." "Sure," said Twilight. "You can always come back when you want." Fluttershy quickly ran to the train station. The train wasn't coming for another five minutes, and Fluttershy waited impatiently for it to get here, pee dancing. About a minute before the train's arrival, she remembered the train station had a bathroom, and ran to it, but found it occupied. Then the train arrived, and Fluttershy ran onto it. With no one to tell of her need to pee, she quickly ran to the train's bathroom, but to her horror it had the dreaded "Out of Order" sign on it. Fluttershy whimpered and sat back down. No one else was on the train so she fidgeted hard with her legs crossed tight. She really needed to go. After what felt like hours, the train reached Ponyville, and Fluttershy ran to her cottage. "Fluttershy!" came Applejack's voice. Fluttershy turned as Applejack ran over to her. "Yes, Applejack?" said Fluttershy, trying to ignore the throbbing in her aching bladder. "Some damn beavers are making a dam at Sweet Apple Acres," said Applejack. "Can you get them to stop?" "Of course," said Fluttershy, feeling very uncomfortable. She leaked a little more when they reached the dam, at the sight of the water there. Fluttershy walked over to the beavers. "Please stop making the dam at Sweet Apple Acres," she said, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. "It really doesn't go a lot of good for the ponies living there." The beavers cursed at her. "I SAID STOP!" said Fluttershy. She put both her hooves over her mouth, but the beavers took down their dam and ran. "Thank you kindly, Fluttershy," said Applejack. "Don't mention it," said Fluttershy, and she ran. She raced back to her cottage as fast as her legs could carry her, dribbling the whole way. The crotch of her outfit was wet, but not soaked, as she finally reached her cottage. Just as she was making a break for her door, a humongous dragon flew by just above her. Fluttershy froze. This dragon meant no harm, and was just doing a peaceful fly-by, but Fluttershy was still terrified of big dragons. She trembled with fear as she began peeing herself uncontrollably. She could feel the crotch and back legs of her skintight bodysuit become soaked, and within seconds she was standing in a huge puddle. She peed for just under two minutes. The dragon was long gone, and Fluttershy sighed of relief, both that the dragon was out of sight, and that her bladder was empty. It then hit her that she had wet herself. Again. Her outfit was soaked and she was standing in her own puddle of piss. She sat down in her puddle, blushing beet red with shame, and began to sob. She quickly pulled herself together, reminding herself that no one had seen her accident. It was hardly the first time, and she'd gotten over that too. She allowed herself to enjoy the relief of her empty bladder after holding it in for so long, and then entered her cottage, made her way to the bathroom, and started a bubble bath. She'd make sure to wash this outfit thoroughly for Rarity, and she'd tell her that she wanted it to be completely clean because it had gotten a little sweaty during her race with Rainbow Dash. For it had been, and Rarity was fussy about that. She felt much better knowing that no one would ever know. And, a part of her had secretly enjoyed wetting herself. Pinkie Pie's Desperation Pinkie Pie was hanging out with Discord at Sugarcube Corner, for they both found each others' antics to be fun. "Wanna try the cake?" said Pinkie Pie, handing him a huge cake. "It looks delicious!" said Discord, as he took it. He was about to bite into the cake when it exploded, showering him with frosting. "Gotchya!" said Pinkie, who had rigged the cake to explode. Discord chuckled, for he found it amusing. "But there's cakes that aren't gonna explode in the pantry over there." Discord walked over to it and opened the door, but a bucket of water fell on him. Pinkie fell on her back and laughed harder. Discord laughed a little more too. "Wanna try some cupcakes?" said Pinkie, holding out a tray. Discord stuffed one cupcake into his mouth and swallowed it whole, and immediately started breathing fire, for Pinkie Pie had put hot sauce on the cupcakes instead of frosting. He quickly drank some water, and laughed with Pinkie at her latest prank. "Your pranks are really sneaky, Pinkie Pie!" said Discord. "I'm gonna have to top that sometime!" ... The next day, Pinkie Pie put on skintight teal shorts and a yellow tank top, and began exercising. She took a break, dripping with sweat, and as she was about to start again, a sudden urge to pee hit her. Was this the five sodas she had drank this morning? It didn't matter - she needed to go! Pinkie zipped into her bathroom, and paused. She must have ran into the wrong room, for instead of a bathroom with a sink, bathtub, and toilet, there was an open field with a running waterfall. The sound of running water made her uncomfortable, but she decided she'd just go for a swim and pee in the water. She ran toward the river at the bottom of the waterfall, but hit an invisible barrier and fell on her butt. She banged on the barrier for about a minute, and, realizing she wasn't going to the river anytime soon, exited the room. She looked for her bathroom, feeling her need to pee increase every minute, but she couldn't find it. It had to be the first door she checked. Someone had changed her bathroom into... she didn't know what it was, but it definitely wasn't a bathroom anymore! She left Sugarcube Corner to look for another bathroom somewhere, and then ask Twilight to fix her bathroom. She found an outhouse, and tried to open the door, but it was locked, as the outhouse was occupied. Pinkie didn't want to waste more time finding an outhouse. She was close to the train station, and she could hear the train coming in, so she boarded the train, deciding to use its bathroom. As soon as the train took off, Pinkie zipped toward the train bathroom, but to her dismay it had an "Out of Order" sign on it. Pinkie returned to her seat and fidgeted, crossing her legs. By now the sweat had evaporated off her outfit. Pinkie was so focused on how badly she needed to pee that she hadn't been paying attention to where the train was headed. The train arrived at its destination - Appleoosa! Pinkie raced out of the train to find an outhouse. She ran toward the spot where she knew the nearest outhouse was, but it was lined up. Pinkie stood in line, doing the pee dance, but the ponies in front always took between three and five minutes, and there were ten ponies in front of her at the start. By the time there were only five ponies in line besides her, Pinkie felt a jolt in her bladder. She didn't want to wait in line, so she ran toward the next closest outhouse. She was relieved that there was no lineup - but when she got close she saw an "Out of Order" sign. She ran to the third outhouse in Appleoosa, and felt a little better seeing there was neither a sign nor a line. However, she found that the door was locked. It was occupied. Pinkie would have to find a bathroom somewhere else! She quickly ran back onto the train, feeling more desperate by the second. She ran to the train's bathroom again, hoping it would be available this time, but the "Out of Order" sign was still up. So she returned to her seat and fidgeted even harder, crossing her legs as tight as she could. After a VERY uncomfortable train ride, the train arrived at its next destination - Manehattan. At a speed to rival Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie zipped to the nearest outhouse. To her immense relief, the door opened. Pinkie entered the outhouse - only to find that there was no toilet inside. "WHAT?!?" exclaimed Pinkie Pie, feeling ten times more uncomfortable now that relief had been snatched from her at the last second. She decided to go to a restaurant. It would have a bathroom, and she was feeling a little hungry. And thirsty. Entering the restaurant, Pinkie ordered her meal, and a large glass of soda. She didn't care how much it would make her have to pee later, for she could use the bathroom right now. Once the waiter left, Pinkie ran into the restaurant bathroom. All the stalls were empty, much to her relief. She was finally going to relieve herself and there was nothing that could stop her. Pinkie entered the stall, sat on the toilet, and began to pee. She had just peed for three seconds, and was about to sigh in relief, when suddenly the toilet disappeared, and Pinkie fell on her butt. She quickly stopped peeing and looked around. "Hey, what gives?" She pulled her shorts back up and checked the other stalls. All their toilets were gone. There was something very fishy going on around here, but at the moment she didn't care what was causing it - she REALLY needed to go! Pinkie returned to her table, fidgeting the entire time. Her meal of hay burgers and cake arrived, along with her soda. After wolfing down her food, she guzzled her soda in one gulp. She knew she'd regret it later, but she was really thirsty. After paying the bill, Pinkie ran to the next outhouse, but found about eleven ponies in line for it. She wasn't sure she would make it if she stood in line that long, so she returned to the train. Again, she found the train bathroom to be out of order. During the train ride, she could feel her need to pee increase drastically. The soda had already gone through her. Pinkie was more desperate than she had ever been in her life, and knew she was going to have an accident if she didn't find relief soon! The train arrived in Ponyville. Pinkie wasn't sure what she could do. Her bathroom wasn't working, but there was always the hope there would be an outhouse available. "Hey, Pinkie Pie!" said Rainbow Dash as she, Applejack, and Fluttershy walked up to her. "The three of us were just saying we should play some buckball with you, just for fun! You in?" "You bet! Sounds like fun!" Pinkie had briefly forgotten how badly she needed to pee, because she loved playing any game with her friends and was never one to miss an opportunity to do so. She instantly regretted this, but felt it was too late to turn back now! They made their way to a field. Pinkie Pie was on Fluttershy's team as usual, but Pinkie's extreme desperation prevented her from playing to her full potential. The pressure in her bladder grew heavier and heavier as the game progressed, and the pee sloshing inside her was very uncomfortable. At one point, she hit the ball with her rump, causing her to leak a bit. "Pinkie Pie, what the hay is going on?" said Rainbow Dash. "You're usually so good at this!" "I really, really, REALLY need to pee, like, REALLY badly!" said Pinkie. Her shorts were damp with sweat, and a little damper on the crotch where she had leaked. "Why didn't you say so?" said Applejack. "There's an outhouse over there." Pinkie ran into the outhouse without a moment's hesitation, only to find something that left her both puzzled and frustrated. In place of a toilet was a hologram of a fountain. The sound of its running water made her leak a little more. Pinkie ran outside the outhouse. "That was fast," said Rainbow Dash. "There's no toilet in there!" said Pinkie. Applejack looked inside the outhouse. "Yes there is." Pinkie ran into the outhouse again, but the fountain hologram was still there. She ran back outside and found a bush. She ran behind the bush and tried to pull her shorts off, but for some reason they wouldn't come off! She pulled as hard as she could, but it wouldn't work. Maybe it was how sweaty she was, though her shorts were only damp, they were far from soaked, and it would be very noticeable if she wet herself. Pinkie leaked a little more, and she let out a frustrated groan and ran back to Ponyville. Applejack watched her run. "Ah don't know what's gotten into her." "She's just being Pinkie Pie," said Rainbow Dash. Fluttershy giggled. Pinkie decided to use a bathroom in Twilight's castle. It would be cooler inside, and the sweat had evaporated off her by now. Twilight, Spike, and Starlight were away at the time, but this was partly her castle too. As she ran, she felt like she was about to burst. She couldn't hold on much longer. She ran into the nearest bathroom in Twilight's castle, but its toilet was gone. She ran into the second bathroom, but in place of a toilet was a boulder. She ran into the third bathroom, and saw the toilet there. Feeling relieved, she made her way toward the toilet, but it suddenly turned into a miniature tree. Pinkie could hold it no longer. She began wetting her shorts, sighing in relief at the feeling of the warm wetness soaking her crotch and her back legs. Rivers of pee gushed down her legs and a puddle rapidly grew under her. It felt a little embarrassing to pee herself like this, but Pinkie had done lots of weird things, and she really enjoyed this feeling. She also took great pleasure in the immense relief at letting go after holding it in so long. She even felt a little aroused. She peed for just under three minutes, and was almost disappointed when she was done. "Ahhhhh, that's better." In a flash of light, Discord appeared. "Gotchya!" he said, and the tree turned back into a toilet. He also made Pinkie's puddle disappear, but her shorts and legs remained wet. "I don't get it," said Pinkie. "Your sudden need to pee? All the bathrooms either being lined up, occupied, out of order, or toilets missing? How you couldn't get your shorts down? I was behind it all! It was all a prank, to try to top yours!" Pinkie giggled. "Well, you sure did! It was pretty funny!" "Should I do it to Rainbow Dash sometime?" "Go for it! She will try to hit you with bigger pranks in return." "Bring it on!" "But, never, ever, EVER do that to Fluttershy!" "Of course I won't. I'd never do that to her." And he meant it, for he knew how sensitive Fluttershy was. "Want me to dry you off?" "No, I'm fine," said Pinkie, and she cheerfully bounced back to Sugarcube Corner, not caring how many background ponies saw her. Twilight's Desperation Twilight Sparkle woke up one morning. She remembered today was reshelving day, so she immediately got out of bed and started to reshelve them. She was so fixated on this she had forgotten to take her morning pee. Once she was done, she looked at the clock. It was just time for her and her friends to race. Rarity had insisted they wear lovely sporty outfits of her design for the race, so Twilight put on a sports outfit consisting of skintight black compression shorts and a dark blue shirt, and then made her way to the racetrack. She hadn't had anything to drink today, and it was a hot summer day, so she drank five glasses of water before the race. The racetrack was not circular - it was a long path, similar to the Running of the Leaves, and Spike waited at the finish line to see who would win. Twilight ran, initially walking at a steady pace, until she was sure the race was about to end, and then she ran faster. The track was longer than she had anticipated, so she ran at maximum speed for about ten minutes. Rainbow Dash still won, with Applejack second, and Pinkie Pie third. Twilight did overtake Fluttershy and Rarity before crossing the finish line. Exhausted, dripping with sweat, and very thirsty, Twilight drank about 20 glasses of water, and ten mugs of cider provided by Applejack. "Congratulations, Rainbow Dash," said Twilight. "What time is it?" "It's about time for the big event in Canterlot." "Right, the one where I have to just stand and smile and wave." Spike hopped on Twilight's back and she flew toward the train. It was a pretty long flight with how long their racetrack was. Twilight didn't fly too terribly fast though, relaxing after such a tiring race. During the flight, her sweat-soaked outfit dried off. They boarded the train just as it was about to leave. Early into the train ride, Twilight realized she needed to pee, since she had drank a lot today. She got up and walked to the train bathroom, but to her dismay it was out of order. So she returned to the seat and sat down, fidgeting a little. They reached Canterlot, and Spike stood at Twilight's side. She stood on a balcony, and important ponies walked by. Whenever they did, Twilight would smile and wave, though she really did not feel like smiling OR waving. Her need to pee was becoming greater, fast! She hoped this event would not last long so she could find a bathroom before the next event she had planned for the day, a buckball game in Appleoosa that she was to attend. At one point, Twilight forgot to smile and wave, until Spike slapped her butt, and she smiled and waved at the pony that walked by. The event lasted an hour, and Twilight held it in the entire time, becoming more uncomfortable each minute. Once the event was done, Twilight looked at the clock. The Buckball game was about a half hour away - the length of the train ride there. Twilight returned to the train with Spike, and decided to try the bathroom again, hoping it was working again. Sadly, the sign was still there. Twilight moaned in extreme discomfort and sat back down, fidgeting more. "Twilight, are you OK?" said Spike. "I'm fine," said Twilight. "Why wouldn't I be?" "You look like you really need to go to the bathroom!" Twilight blushed. "I can hold it." "I hope so," said Spike. "It would be SO embarrassing for a princess to wet herself!" After an uncomfortable journey of fidgeting, the train reached Appleoosa, and Twilight sat at the guest of honor position in the bleachers while Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy played buckball against Braeburn's team again. Both of them had had a lot to drink after the race, yet neither of them were showing any signs of discomfort, and they were playing as well as they usually did. It was obvious they had found an opportunity to use the bathroom. Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Snails won, and Twilight immediately ran to an outhouse, only to find it lined up. She didn't want to wait in line; she had more things to do, such as stock up on items she needed at the store. Twilight and Spike returned to the train. Twilight checked the train bathroom again. Still out of order. She crossed her legs and fidgeted harder. She really needed to go, but she wasn't about to find relief anytime soon! Upon reaching Ponyville, Twilight raced to the store. She picked out a cart, and saw the bathroom just as she entered. She was sure she could spare a minute or two to go to the bathroom here before buying her supplies. She entered the bathroom, but found each stall to be full. She waited for the sound of a toilet flushing, doing the pee dance the entire time, but when the flush never came, she ran out of the bathroom. "Well?" said Spike. "I can hold it a little while longer," said Twilight. "Let's get what we need." She found the items she needed and put them in her cart, including many quills and scrolls. Once she had picked up the last item, she walked to the checkout, deciding that she would use the bathroom before checking everything out, leaving Spike to guard the cart. Until she saw a big line at the checkout. Twilight groaned. At this rate, she couldn't spare a second or she'd be late for a trade exchange in Fillydelphia she was to preside over. She wished she hadn't offered to take up the job, and let Luna take it instead. Twilight did the pee dance the entire time she was in line, her desperation growing each minute. She had to pee so badly, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold it. After what seemed like hours, Twilight reached the front, and paid for her items. After dropping them off at the castle, she quickly raced to the train, which was just about to leave. She checked the train bathroom again, and groaned loudly when it was still out of order. So, she sat with her legs crossed tight, squirming the entire time. She reached Fillydelphia just as the exchange was about to begin. She stood on the podium, overseeing the trade exchange and waiting for a pony to come to her with a complaint, which they never did. She wondered if princesses usually wore sports outfits to exchanges like this, but she had been too busy - and too desperate - to change out of it. "How long is this exchange again?" said Twilight, unable to keep the desperation out of her voice. "Three hours," said Spike. Twilight moaned, and stood for the full three hours, initially keeping her desperation hidden, but after the first hour, she was frantically doing the pee dance, waves of pee sloshing around inside her. "You know," said Spike when there were only 30 minutes left, "no one's coming. You can go to the bathroom here." Twilight raced around the exchange and found an outhouse, but it was occupied. She ran back to the podium, and Spike could guess what was up from her continued discomfort. "Was it occupied or out of order?" "Occupied." "You can just wait until it's unoccupied." "What if someone wants to settle an unfair trade before I get back?" "They won't." "But what if they do?" "I'll tell them you'll be back." Twilight felt another jolt in her bladder. "All right. I'll be right back!" She ran toward the outhouse again, but it was lined up with five ponies this time. She waited for her turn, doing the pee dance, but by the time there was only one pony in front of her, she didn't want to stay away too long so she ran back to the podium. "What was it this time?" "A line. It was too long! I couldn't wait that long!" She continued pee dancing. Eventually, the exchange ended, and Twilight and Spike got back on the train, finding the outhouse to be out of order again. After a long fidgety ride, the train reached Ponyville, and Twilight ran to her castle as fast as she could. "TWILIGHT!" came a voice. Twilight looked up as Rainbow Dash flew over to her. "The flyer's competition in Cloudsdale is about to start, and Princess Celestia would like you to preside over it!" "Can't she do it herself?" said Twilight. "I REALLY have to go!" "I could tell her, but then she'd get there late." Twilight groaned, and flew to Cloudsdale with Rainbow Dash. The pressure in her bladder grew heavier during the flight, and she was afraid she could wet herself at any second. She wished she had used the bathroom immediately at the trade exchange. What's the point? Twilight thought. We all know Rainbow Dash is going to win! Why do they even need a princess there? As they reached Cloudsdale, Rainbow Dash said "It's still a few minutes before the show. You can go to the bathroom now." Twilight ran toward the nearest bathroom, but it was lined up. She frantically danced around while waiting for her turn, but just as there was one pony left in front of her, she could hear the announcer say the competition was about to begin, so she reluctantly flew over to her seat in the bleachers. She fidgeted the entire time, barely able to pay attention to the competition. She sat in her extreme discomfort for an hour. Rainbow Dash was number 15, and she performed the Sonic Rainboom, winning first prize. Twilight would usually take in how lovely the Sonic Rainboom was, but she had to pee too badly to appreciate it. "Rainbow Dash is best flyer once again!" said Twilight, and she immediately flew back to Ponyville, hoping to get to her castle and use the bathroom NOW! As soon as she reached the castle, Starlight came out. "Twilight, there you are! Ember and Thorax are already here." Twilight groaned. She forgot she was scheduled to attend a summit with Ember and Thorax at her castle. She entered the castle and made her way to a room where Ember and Thorax were sitting at a circular table, a little smaller than the map. They talked about pony, dragon, and changeling affairs, and their alliances, for about an hour, while Twilight continued to squirm, in desperate need of a bathroom. Her desperation was easily noticeable. "Twilight," said Ember, "if you have to go, just go! We'll be waiting till you get back." Relieved, Twilight immediately ran to the nearest bathroom, just as Pinkie Pie was walking out. "I wouldn't go in there," said Pinkie Pie. "I just clogged the toilet!" Twilight groaned and ran to the second nearest bathroom, but it was locked. She knocked on the door. "Give me a minute," came Starlight's voice. Twilight did the pee dance more frantically for about a minute, until she decided she had been away from Ember and Thorax for too long. She didn't want to be late for her next event. Hopefully the summit would end with enough time for her to relieve herself before the next - and last - item on the agenda. She rejoined Ember and Thorax at the table. "I can hold it," she said, although she wasn't sure she could. Before long, it was only a minute until the next train to Canterlot - the one that would arrive just in time for Twilight's last scheduled event, a meeting with the other princesses at Canterlot. "This has all been wonderful, but I have to go to Canterlot right now!" She didn't mean to say it like this, but Ember and Thorax understood how desperate she was, and nodded. Spike stayed behind to catch up with Ember, while Twilight boarded the train, Twilight hoping with all her heart the train bathroom would be fixed, but it wasn't. Her need to pee became even greater, and she could not believe she had held it this long. Twilight reached Canterlot, and looked at the clock. The meeting was about to begin, so there was no time to go to the bathroom. She raced to the castle as fast as she could, and burst into the room where the meeting was taking place. Celestia, Luna, and Cadence were sitting around a table. "I'm here!" said Twilight, sitting down in the only empty seat. "Right on time," said Celestia. "Now, as you know, the Summer Sun Celebration is coming up." As they talked about plans for the Summer Sun Celebration, Twilight squirmed harder than ever, whimpering a bit as she leaked into her shorts. "Twilight, do you need to use the bathroom?" said Celestia. Stupid question - it was pretty obvious. Twilight nodded her head, still fidgeting. "You can go to the bathroom if you need to," said Celestia. "We're in no rush to finish this." Feeling immensely grateful, Twilight ran to the nearest bathroom. As fate would have it, all the stalls were full. The ponies inside were taking their sweet time. Twilight did the pee dance more frantically than ever for five minutes, leaking at one point, without hearing the sound of a flush. She decided, again, to return to the princesses' side to avoid wasting their time. A toilet flushed as soon as she was out of the bathroom. "Feeling better, Twilight?" said Celestia once Twilight had returned. "No," said Twilight. "But I can hold it." The princesses hadn't noticed the wet spot on her shorts, likely because they were black. The other princesses avoided saying too much to Twilight, deciding that Celestia and Luna would mainly be in charge here. Twilight was grateful to this, for she didn't think she'd be able to catch whatever she had to do when she needed to pee so badly. At long last, the meeting was over. Twilight ran to the bathroom, but by chance the stalls were full again, so with a frustrated groan she returned to the train. The train bathroom was still out of order. Twilight sat with her legs crossed tighter than ever, fidgeting as hard as she could, for she was about to burst. As the train got near Ponyville just as the sun was setting, she saw a pony walking back with the "Out of Order" sign in his mouth. At last, the bathroom was working again. Twilight immediately ran to the bathroom, but found it occupied. She waited just outside the bathroom, pee dancing as usual, but the train arrived in Ponyville before the pony inside was finished. So Twilight immediately took off toward her castle. Once inside, she ran to the nearest bathroom, only to find Spike using a plunger on the clogged toilet. She had hoped this would be taken care of already. She started to run to the next bathroom, but leaked a little more. Not wanting to run all the way to the next bathroom, she quickly returned to the bathroom Spike was inside. "Hurry up!" Twilight said, frantically pee dancing. "Really, you still haven't gone to the bathroom yet?" said Spike. "I never knew a pony could hold it in for almost a whole day!" Twilight just danced more frantically, dribbling a bit into her shorts. "I think it's done!" said Spike about five minutes later. Twilight couldn't wait, for she was at her limit, and her shorts were already a little wet. As Spike flushed the toilet to be sure it was usable again, Twilight lost control. Another leak made its way out of her, which turned into a steady stream that only grew stronger and stronger. Twilight tried to stop, but she couldn't. She was peeing herself in front of Spike. Spike couldn't help but laugh, while Twilight blushed with embarrassment. The warm wetness soaked her shorts, flowing in torrents down her legs, and forming a massive puddle under her. Twilight sat down, still peeing, and hanging her head in shame. The relief felt so wonderful, and something about the warm wetness felt a little good too. She would have enjoyed this if it wasn't such a humiliating situation. She peed for about a minute and fifty seconds, and by the time she was done, her skintight black shorts were completely drenched, and she was sitting in a huge puddle, her face beet red. "Maybe next time you won't plan so many events so close to each other!" said Spike. "You're right," said Twilight. "I'll try to space them out a bit more next time. And take my morning pee. And not run a race like that at the beginning of such a busy day." She stood up, still a little embarrassed but feeling better, partly because of the relief and how much she had secretly liked the feeling. "You did look kind of cute wetting yourself like that," said Spike, chuckling a bit and patting her pee-soaked tush. Twilight blushed, but giggled a bit and went into her main bathroom to take a long bubblebath. ... Whatever you do, DON'T quote the original post in the reply, cause it'll be really long!

Warning, contains messing. Single post story, if you enjoy my work, please check out "New Marauders" I examined myself in the mirror for a moment. My dirty blonde hair tied in a perfect pony tail, my green eyes were surrounded by a thin layer of mascara and eye liner, my lips were coated with red lipstick, altogether my face was stunning. But more than that, so was my body. The v-neck of my red cheer-leading top gave a glimpse of my breast and just a hint of my black lace bra. My black and red pleated mini-skirt ended at my upper thigh, exposing my long, well toned legs. My curvaceous butt was covered by thin golden colored panties, unlike the red shorts that most other girls wore under their skirts. I looked absolutely gorgeous I decided as we waited our turn to go out to the pep rally. Though I felt horrible. My stomach felt odd, I wasn't sure what was wrong with it, just that I wasn't exactly healthy. "It might look a little more modest if you wore shorts beneath your skirt." An older cheer-leader commented. "I'm not exactly modest." I replied. "With a body like that she doesn't need to be." One of the chubbier cheer-leaders commented. I blushed, she was actually attractive herself, though she didn't seem to think so. I balled my fists, my alternating red and black nail polish poking into my palms as I stared at the black flat like slippers that covered my dainty feet. Finally we went out as my stomach began to churn. I brushed it off as nerves. However, five minutes into the twenty minute routine my stomach was clearly upset. As we did double back hand springs I farted. Though I doubted anyone could hear it over the blaring music, I clenched my butt cheeks and noticed they felt moist, not just from the sweat that my body was perspiring either. I tried to ignore it as I did a serious of complicated routine moves, but I released another one in a cartwheel. The time a spurt of urine forced its way into my panties, darkening the panties. I gasped out loud as I prepared to be launched in the air. I felt my ass clench as suddenly feces threatened to burst through my anus. My face was red as I felt one log starting to slide out. Soon I was flying through the air, and I quickly regret the choice in no shorts, wondering if they would have hidden the wet spot or the bulge in my panties. Fortunately no one touched my groin region as the rest of the routine continued. Unfortunately I continuously spurted into my panties, and yellow streams of urine ran down my legs. More scat filled the back of my panties as well. By the time I was suppose to be going on the top of the pyramid there were pebble sized puddles of urine here and there that no one seemed to notice and my panties seemed to sag from feces. I followed a complicated set of movements probably spurting on a few girls but finally I was on top, and in a second my bowels exploded. A loud fart sounded as slimy trails of scat oozed down the back of my legs, some logs fell through the leg holes and down below me. Other cheerleaders shrieked as a golden stream of urine splattered on them as well as falling turds. I stumbled back and fell onto some padding. I wasn't seriously hurt, but the impact sprayed feces from my panties sending logs of scat out and around me. Instantly my urine formed a puddle around me much to the disgust and amusement of others. I quickly got up and limped out, crying, more feces falling to the ground as urine dripped from my panties.

Hi all, I love being desperate for the toilet. I love the feeling it gives me all over and I love hearing I read seeing others in that position too. I find it a turn on. One thing that makes it even better for me when ver year very desperate is to have a small leak or a spurt then keep holding on. The wetness of my underwear combined with the fact the the plug was released and now has to be put back in makes the whole experience even more erotic and incredible. I am curious if anyone else likes this aspect too? Holding after a leak or spurt makes it so much harder! I have heard some who after leaking the game is over and the tap isn’t either open or closed. What is your experience of leaking? Can you hold on afterwards or not?

It is not often that I divulge information about my personal life on this site, but I felt like this story would warrant my publication. First, I'll tell you a little about myself. I'm a straight guy, early twenties, and pretty fit. I personally do not do wetting or desperation, (although I have tried it when I was younger), but of course I love when women wet themselves. I do not care if it is on purpose or by accident, as long as they do not get emotionally harmed in the process. Further, I am a college student, but my passion is working as an emergency medical technician (EMT). Now, for those who do not know, this is a line work that goes from zero to a million in a second. One can go from having a week worth of 8 hour shifts, and receiving just a couple of trivial, non-emergency calls, all the way to having 15 critical, extremely stressful calls in the course of 6 hours. Thus, you might imagine that on a good day, all would have eaten well, rested, and used the bathroom at intervals considered normal for a perfectly average human being. Likewise, on an extremely busy day, one would expect the contrary. Of course, I won’t bore you with my antics of getting food on the fly, or with stories of lost sleep. Instead, I will indulge you with one story (and maybe others in the future) that embodies this forum’s spirit. Without doubt, I will reveal a story about the day one of my female partners did the unthinkable ;) , and did not even mind. The story goes as follows: my EMT partner (who I will call Francesca for security purposes), and I signed up to work an 8 hour shift together as have been doing every week, for the last year. The day was frigid, and snow was expected to fall heavily that night. Combining this knowledge with the fact that the college in our district was expecting to have one of the biggest party nights of the semester, we knew were in for a shit-storm (literally!). Anyway, we both arrived at the station, and put on our uniforms; dark black tactical pants, black waterproof tactical boots, and dark colored job shirts affixed with all of our patches. We then proceeded to perform a check of equipment on board the truck, and received our briefing/pep talk from the duty-officer. Then suddenly, not a minute had passed since we were finished being briefed, already the tones had dropped and we were being summoned to our first call for an elderly woman who had slipped on some ice. Easy, we took her to the hospital, and began our way back to the station. That’s when I noticed Francesca start to fidget in her seat, so I asked her what was wrong. “Nothing, I just really need to pee a little. I didn’t get a chance after the briefing,” she answered. So, I reassured her that we would be back soon, and that she would be able to do so in the station. That’s when dispatch requested us to respond to the outskirts of the adjacent, rural municipality. Immediately, Francesca rolled her eyes and gave me a very unsatisfied look. I told her I was sorry, and we proceeded to the scene. Much to everyone’s disdain, upon our arrival, the fire chief at the accident told us we were no longer needed. Now, we were forced to return to our district, which was a good twenty minutes away under normal driving conditions (now the roads were starting to freeze up), so driving time had obviously increased. By this point, I could see her getting desperate; I didn’t know what to do. The town had some stores, but we passed them 10 minutes before, so they were not an option. Pulling over for her to squat on the side of the road, hell no in this age of instant social media. We both knew that she would have to brave the time of travel back to the station…….(To be continued, if there is interest? ;) )

The Dedication For @Imouto Kitten and @Nar, here's a story about a young female professor, desperate to pee. (And yes, true to form, I have sneaked in male desperation - but it is a very minor part of the plot, and consumes a minimal amount of words) Some unusual-ish terms, ==> CTF aka 'Capture The Flag' is a training exercise in cyber security, where a team attacks a computer system trying to steal some information (the metaphorical flag), and another team tries to protect the system. The exercise stops once the flag is captured (yay, attackers!) or the clock runs out (and the defense win). It can get very competitive, like just about anything else a bunch of nerds indulge in. And of course there is no pause button. ==> A salwar-kameez looks like http://www.sudarshansilk.com/celebration-patiala-salwar-kameez-dress-material-35157.html. It has many avatars (just like a "dress" can come in a multitude of styles), commonly worn by women in South Asia. This is the specific style Nuria wears in the story. ==> Eve, along with Alice and Bob are common names used to describe communication, in networking textbooks. Alice and Bob have conversations that Eve evesdrops on. It's the great old love triangle ya know. The Story Mark watched in fascination as their teacher entered the room. She looked younger than most of the students, standing at just under 5-feet, with a petite build. Well, it wasn't too strange Mark reminded himself - she was after all just 23. Nuria had caused something of a stir when she had been hired as faculty at the University aged just 21, in Mark's first year of college. The headscarf wearing, mild-mannered woman, with South Asian roots, who looked young enough to be in high school, was no one's idea of a 'professor'. Yet she had been assigned to teach graduate level classes. Mark could still remember his brother coming back to the dorm in a rage, talking about "affirmative action" and "just because she is brown and a woman".As you can guess, a bunch of 23/24 year old men (and yes, mostly men - cyber security had precious few women) did not take kindly to Nuria's authority. However that girl genius, with two PhDs, had wrested respect out of those skeptics. To the extent that Mark's brother, no longer foaming at the mouth about affirmative action, had begged Nuria to be his PhD guide. Nuria had built her reputation on her harsh but just discipline and excellent teaching skills. Her cyber security courses were widely considered THE best in this University, and this University regularly ranked amongst the top-5 in the world for anything related to computing. Her discipline was as legendary as her lectures - she didn't tolerate tardiness. If you were late by more than a minute, you weren't allowed in. You weren't allowed to leave for any reason - rather you were allowed to leave any time you please, but you weren't allowed back in. Mark's brother had told him how he almost peed his pants, because he didn't dare leave her class. He had literally run to the toilet after class, clutching his dick shamelessly and peed a gusher at the nearest urinal - completely ignoring etiquettes to 'mind the gap'. He just couldn't make it to the 'acceptable' ones further away. And a lot of others had suffered the same fate at different times - it was a running gag in the men's dorms by now.Well, in short, by the time Mark reached his third year, Nuria was a living legend. She taught an introductory class in cyber security for undergraduates, and they had to open the auditorium to fit all the students who registered. Today, Mark was seated in the front of that auditorium, albeit at the extreme corner, because coming even an hour early didn't guarantee you good seats here. He was in awe of the woman who was his professor but still looked like a high school kid. She was dressed in her signature long sleeved top that came down to her knees and a loose, pleated trouser, with a headscarf wrapped over her hair - apparently it's a nod to her South Asian heritage, a salwar-kameez. Usually she was known for her impeccable composure and being in her classroom 5minutes before time, but today she looked a little haggard as she rushed in just as the clock stuck 2pm, biting her lower lip.Mark remembered his brother had told them about this elite CTF that Nuria had arranged for her best students, apparently against some world famous Russian team. That explained why she was late - they had scheduled it for 8:45 - 1:45, Nuria treating her warriors to pizza and Coke in her office for making them skip lunch (and also to keep them piped up through the marathon exercise). Must have run late there. Nuria came to the front of the stage and introduced herself.Mark wondered if it was his imagination, or was Nuria really standing stiffly with her legs unnaturally close together, as she introduced herself? Mark's cock twitched as he thought about Nuria consuming cans of Coke with her students and then being forced to come to this class as her students rushed for the toilets. Her dress was too loose to show a bladder bulge, much to Mark's disappointment. Mark woke himself up from his day dreams as Nuria walked over to the white board - time to pay attention.30 mins in, however, Mark could only pay attention to the way Nuria occasionally pressed her legs together, how her entire body would go stiff for a few seconds. She had done it at least 5 times now - and she was constantly moving around the stage. That might have been just her style, taking in the whole auditorium, but even when she was writing on the board, her right leg was jiggling constantly. Like she couldn't possibly stand still.Mark was pretty confident that his professor was in urgent need of relieving her bladder. The class lasted 90 minutes - this promised to be an intriguing spectacle. Mark idly wondered when the woman might have last emptied her bladder ... She lived off-campus, with her parents, and drove the 1hr to University every day. May be she hadn't peed since leaving home, say at 7:30 to make it in plenty of time for that CTF? Oh, she must have a truckload of piss in there! Mark would have simply burst if he had had to hold in his pee for 7 hours.Nuria took another sip from the water bottle on the lectern, giving the class some time to write down the notes. Mark couldn't be bothered - he was busy watching Nuria. Her body was hidden by the lectern, but the advantage of sitting at an extreme corner was Mark could see the left side of her body. Her legs were crossed together, knees bent and a look of concentration on her face. He drank in the image, noting the clenched jaw, the stiff upper body, and furiously jiggling legs even as her thighs remained pressed close together. He couldn't see her right hand, but it was definitely below the lectern, and he had a pretty good guess about where that was shoved, while her left furiously clenched the marker.Then, much to his disappointment, she walked to the front of the stage as if nothing was wrong. May be holding herself had reduced her urgency - Mark knew how the urge could disappear for some time, only to return with double the urgency. He just prayed that return happened before the end of this class.He concentrated on the lecture as Nuria went on, her tightly crossed legs, tiny steps and the frequent biting of her lower lip the only indication of her bladder situation. It was clear that she was trying her best to hide her situation from the students. Understandable. What would happen to her iron discipline and cult status if she pee danced in front of the undergrads? Or worse, broke her own rules and left the room? But as he continued drinking in the subtle tells, Mark felt sure that redoubled pressure would arrive very very soon and force the professor to lose her calm.Miraculously, it didn't arrive till after the hour mark had passed. She stopped right in the middle of describing Eve's activities and bent forwards - it barely lasted 5 seconds and by the time students had looked up from their notebooks Nuria had straightened up and resumed speaking. But Mark had been watching for this precise moment, and his cock started to harden. It didn't help that he needed to pee himself - coming in an hour early to get a good seat had been worth it, but was also taxing his bladder. Unfortunately (or fortunately) that just turned him on even more.Mark took shallow breaths and tried to think "boring thoughts" to prevent a full blown erection developing. However Nuria moving to behind the lectern didn't help at all. He could see her legs were crossed tightly now, and as he continued staring she put her marker down on the top of the lectern and used her free hand to press against her pussy. Fuck, this was getting too hot for Mark.For a rookie professor who had had to claw respect out of entitled men, openly holding herself, with both hands no less, must have been a last resort. She must know the lectern couldn't cover her totally. It must be either holding her crotch or wetting herself, and she had chosen the lesser of the two evils. Mark was fascinated to note how her voice remained mostly steady. However there would be a cute little hitch in it every few minutes.His really cute professor, fighting to hold back an overfull bladder, in front of an auditorium of students - this was the stuff of dreams! Mark didn't hear a word more for the remaining 15 minutes - instead he noted how Nuria kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, how firmly she was biting her lips, how swollen her lips were after being bitten down in utter desperation for the better part of an hour, that look of pain that shadowed her face once or twice. And most damning of all, how her right shoulders hunched forwards. She must have realized her right side was actually totally shielded from view since the lectern was next to the wall - privileges of the altitudinally-challenged. But a hawk-eyed desperation lover like Mark knew all the tell tale signs. That shoulder had come forward because the arms had gone below her kameez and probably inside her salwar to press directly against her pee-hole - the last stance of an absolutely desperate professor.She finally concluded her lecture with just a minute left in the period. By now, her voice wasn't exactly steady - at least Mark could hear the tremor that came from utilizing every last bit of strength to hold back a flood. No one else seemed to notice however, so Mark chalked it up to his ultra-sensitive ears or overactive imagination. His dick was quite sure it was the former, even if his brain was not, and stood erect in anticipation. Fuck, this class had proven to be way more than he bargained for.As the bell rang, he noticed Nuria stood quite still. He had expected her to make a beeline for the toilet as soon as she got a chance, but apparently she didn't trust herself to move. Instead she informed them about her office hours and told them they are free to leave. Mark's bladder chose this moment to give a particularly strong twinge to remind him why leaving was a good idea. But his cock definitely had other ideas.Shielding his erection using the laptop and notebook he was carrying, he decided to approach Nuria on stage. Standing up was torture for his poor bladder. He had drank a ton of coffees since morning, and though he had peed just before entering the class, 2.5hrs had apparently been enough time for his bladder to fill up. He ignored its pleas in favor of his penis - this was an once in a lifetime opportunity!Nuria straightened up as he approached the lectern. For a fleeting moment there was a look of utter pain in her eyes, followed quickly by desperation, and shame. Mark asked her random questions about the course, questions he already knew the answers to, but to his disappointment she didn't even so much as fidget as she patiently answered him for about 5 minutes. By then the auditorium had almost emptied, and Mark's urge to pee was overtaking the rush of blood to his cock.As he left the auditorium though, he suddenly had a wild idea. It was improbable - but he needed to confirm it. There was a trophy cabinet just beside the door - he turned around and pretended to admire the trophies, while his bladder throbbed and begged for release. His penis was also begging for release of a different kind - but he had to endure both stoically. After 5 more minutes, when the last stragglers had left, Mark finally saw Nuria herself emerge from the auditorium. Out of the corner of his eye, he followed her movement as she turned in the direction opposite the trophy cabinet and took small mincing steps. Oh, clearly she was still bursting - Mark had been wrong.Sighing in defeat, he moved to Plan B - Nuria was likely making her way to the nearest toilets. There were no designated faculty toilets here - actually there were just two chubby holes beside each other marked "Ladies" and "Gents", a relic from the old days before this place became an auditorium. Well, she definitely didn't look like she would make it to the faculty toilets in the cyber security building - so she must be headed to these. Mark needed to release his load soon too, so might as well as follow her and pray the dividing walls are thin.As he turned around, his cock almost danced in excitement. He hadn't been wrong. In the bright light of the corridor, he could see the bunched up material of Nuria's salwar, between her legs, was two shades darker than the rest. So he was right about the secret behind her calm while answering him. He was wrong about how extremely full her bladder had been. As he walked behind her, trying to make as little noise as possible, Nuria stopped again. He saw a dark line emerging from the bunched up material, following the pleat right to her feet. He nearly gasped in surprise, as Nuria stood still for about 30s - the material of her dress gradually darkening further. Absorbent cotton, Mark thought vaguely, as his spinchter shivered in envy, wishing to unload its own contents.Much to his surprise, Nuria continued her walk to the toilets - still hunched forwards, as if her bladder was still, after nearly drenching her salwar, weighing her down. Mark waited for Nuria to enter the ladies cubicle before rushing in to the gents. He immediately pointed his cock in to the toilet bowl, barely managing to balance the laptop on the flush tank, utterly desperate to pee now. However, nothing happened - he needed to take care of his erection first.Just then he heard a low moan from the other side, and what sounded like frantic tugging on clothes. He could totally imagine Nuria having a hard time pulling off that drenched piece of clothing, bursting to pee, inside a toilet, with no way to pee. That nearly took him over the edge, as he firmly stroked his member. However it was the sound of a jet of piss hitting the water that finally brought him to climax. Biting down hard on his lips to keep from moaning, he cummed all over his hands as Nuria continued peeing a gusher in the next cube. And then Mark's bladder was finally able to push its contents out - he couldn't stop the moan this time. He took a fast, hard piss, water frothing in the bowl as his clear stream hit it. However when he finished, he heard Nuria's stream still going steadily. Mark's cock almost hardened again at the thought of the sheer volume of piss his professor had been holding back. He sat down on the toilet and listened to the stream finally slowing in to a trickle, followed by a relieved moan.He waited till he heard Nuria leave. Only then did he get up and wash his soiled hands, and flushed his piss and cum down the drain. He went through the rest of the day in a daze. That night however, he cummed more than once, with the image of a very wet salwar in mind. The Author's Note I wanted to try something different - been writing a lot of similar desperation scenes ... So I ended up writing this as a sighting - let me know if that worked for you or whether you hated it?

I’m starting up a brand new art request thread! You can request some sort of desperation again, but now you have more options! First, the limitations. I’m not a furry and I can still draw that kind of stuff if you want it, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll do a good job. You should probably find someone more qualified. I’m also only into female desperation, so if you want male, you should probably find someone who’s into that. If you’re into male furry desperation then I can’t help you at all. One other thing, I do not draw underage girls, or lolis or whatever, but my cartoon-y style looks pretty cute anyway so there’s no need to request something like that. Now you don’t have to answer any of these, they’re completely optional. It would help me and I’m sure it would help you, but if you don’t care then I’ll decide for you. You can pick a style for me to draw it in! The more realistic style takes a little longer, but time shouldn’t really be an issue. You can choose to have color and shading! If you want it to be black and white, or just color, or just lines, then you can ask for that! You can also choose to go lineless! This also takes longer, and if you choose realistic and lineless I will hate you, but you totally can! (I do not recommend pairing lineless with just lines, as those will cancel out and you will receive a blank drawing) I can also do different types of shading! Cel Shading, smooth shading, and rough shading. Choose which one you’d prefer (unless you don’t want shading) Some people are especially kinky and like exaggerated bladder bulges. If you’re into that, then I’ll exaggerate it! I’m into it too! (The example isn’t nearly as exaggerated as I can go) I’m not great at them, but I can include “accessories” like X-rays, bladder meters, diagrams, and anything else you can think of. Those are your options, so if you like what you see, then request something! I’ll draw it, eventually.

View File Desperation scene from Korean TV Desperation scene from Korean TV Submitter FemDesp4Life Submitted 01/17/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Skirt  

I don’t own any rights to life is strange, also, this is my first contribution to this cite, so, please do enjoy, and feel free to comment and critique. To those who have played through Life is Strange: Before the Storm, I am starting with Chloe and Rachel on the train, written in Rachel’s Point of View. Also, for the sake of this piece, and for my own comfort, Rachel, Chloe, and anyone else I may mention are 18+ and instead of it being a Highschool, Blackwell is a college. Sorry for the length, I kinda just went with the flow. Rachel’s desperate train ride I had just jumped on a train, with Chloe Price. I am ditching school, with Chloe Price. She is such a rebel, and I really don’t see what people have against her. She has no shame, hell, I was changing, and she walked in. I mean, I don’t mind, at all. I was just hoping to visit the restroom before she came in to give me my belt. But, perhaps it was Hella entertaining to see her walk in on me. She was definitely looking. But, that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t get a chance to pee before coming on this train. I am sure I can hold it longer though, I just don’t want her to know. I just hope I can find a way to escape just long enough to find some relief with out drawing attention. The train suddenly shakes, and my need rises. When was the last time I went, cause, shit, I need to go. I notice Chloe looking over, I sit on the wooden box looking out of the train. “Pull up a chair Price, the view is amazing” “K…. Where is this going?” “I don’t know.” I cross my legs, not only to hide my need, but also to help hold it in. I need to go. Bad. “North? Maybe we will end up in Seattle!” Why did I wear jeans? If worst came to worst, if I wore my costume, or even some black sweats, may have been able to hide it did I did the worst thing imaginable, piss myself in front of the girl I actually really like. Not gonna lie, I hadn’t peed since last night, not cause I was lazy, but because I was too busy planning for today, and also, Fire walk. Damn, I want to catch my father in the act, but how bad would it be if I stop him, hate him for it, in soaked jeans. Shit, I really need to go. And Chloe, what will she think? What if she hates me for wetting myself like a little kid. I should have included a bathroom break in my plan. I have needed to pee since, god, since Firewalk. My bladder trembles as I start clenching at my crotch, How close am I really to pissing myself? “Rachel, you ok?” I look up to see a concerned look on chloe’s face, with maybe, a twist of something else? “Yeah, I’m fine, I just, I don’t know. Did you find a seat yet?” “Yeah, right here. Rachel, are you sure you are ok? You look like you need to-” “I said I was ok Price.” I gasp as a little bit comes out, Why didn’t I fucking go before getting on this train. “I think your lying to me. Rachel, When was the last time you-” “I think we should do something fun.” I decide to sit in the floor, doing everything I can to hold it in. But what Chloe said next Startled me, “V-Card’s been punched, Rachel. I’m sorry.” That was enough that some more came out. And took me everything not to lose complete control. “Wow” I honestly was thinking of two truths and a lie, but, like I said before, this girl has no shame. I’m sure if she were in my position she would have just told me. “Too far?” “Well, I don’t know.” “I see it caused you to, uh.” I look down to see a baseball sized patch on my crotch. “Yeah, I have needed to pee since, well, last night.” “You think you can make it until we get to, umm, wherever we are going.” “There isn’t even a bathroom there Price. I really don’t know.” “Rachel…. I” “Forget it Chloe, I just need to figure out what to do.” Things were silent for some time. I need to go so bad. How do I relieve myself without peeing myself in front of Chloe? Think Rachel, Think. “Hey, Rachel, I…… I think you should just.” “Do what Chloe? I’m on the verge of peeing myself. No one my age should even. Oh god Chloe.” I then notice her look down. Chloe was hiding something. “Just tell me Chloe.” She finally gives in. “I think you should just go right there. Honestly, You will feel better.” I was in shock, She thinks I should just do what I was avoiding doing. But, I can’t be mad at her. She can’t hide it from me. She wants to see me do this. I honestly want to just willingly let go, but, not with her there. “Chloe Price, You’re hella weird.” Her eyes go wide, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird, I just want to help and-” “Relax Chloe. So, when did you start to like to see people like me in this state?“ “What! No I Don’t!” “You can’t lie to me, Chloe.” God I need to go, so badly. “So, mind telling me something else about yourself? I could use a distraction from my bursting bladder.” “Well, I’m not really that interesting.” There is a pause as she tries desperately to change the topic. Meanwhile I’m trying desperately not to piss myself. Not yet anyway. “Well, It’s nice Rachel we’re having.” I laugh, “What!?” It hurts to hold it in. In fact, it seems I let a little more out. Enough to make the patch a tad bit larger. I notice Chloe’s eyes bulge a it, well that and her comment. “Uh, I meant Weather. Nice weather. And, uh. yeah.” It almost seems ok to let it go knowing she would enjoy it, but I still can’t just let go. I have always been Bladder shy, guess I never really noticed it until she wanted me to just release on command. However, laughing did help release a bit. “Chloe, I need to go so bad.” “Why not just let go. Might make the rest of our trip to….. mystery place, easier.” “Hella easier.” “Hella? Who says that anymore?” “It’s a Cali thing.” “California?” “Long beach, Also Ambidextrous.” “No Shit.” “I was going to use them in a game of two truths and a lie, but it looks like my bladder had other plans.” “How bad do you need to go anyway?” “Very, It hurts to hold it in.” “Just let it go. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” “I can’t, even if I try I won’t be able to with, well, other people around. besides, as much as you don’t like me in pain, you sure don’t mind walking into my dressing room without flowers.” “You wanted a belt, perhaps if you loosen it or tighten it you could.” “No, I think I should just make a deal with you Price.” “Excuse me?” “It seems that when I laugh I am able to relieve myself, as I know you saw.” “Umm. So I make you laugh and you wet, right?” “Deal is, I let you find my one ticklish spot, and let you see me pee myself if you promise me that before we both head back home, you piss yourself.” “Rachel Amber, You are hella weird. I promise.” “Pinky Promise?” We locked pinkies. Things are turning out better than I thought, my biggest mistake, What I thought might be the way things ended with her, this may be how we bond. I never thought I, at my age, would be peeing myself, and maybe liking it? “Well, I guess this is our game now. Where is Rachel Amber ticklish. One right answer. Feel free to search away.” I am most ticklish on my feet. Which is why I never wear sandals or flipflops. I don’t want people seeing my most valuable parts, except when I am on stage. When I am Prospera, I don’t mind being barefoot. I only want the right people looking at them for the right reasons, like if Chloe were to look at them when I need to pee this bad. But I still tend to try to get shoes on as soon as possible because I swear the next time I catch someone staring at my feet. Except Chloe, and maybe even Steph Gingrich, the nerd lesbian in our school. I wonder how she would have responded to this situation. Not in the way Chloe has I am sure. God Chloe, quit starring, just start searching. “So, my first guess is….” She starts scanning my body, I swear she was purposefully staring at my chest a couple of time. A natural Chloe Price move. “Armpits.” I take off my flannel shirt and lift my arms up. “Try it yourself.” She starts scratching, but to no avail. It might kill my bladder, but the tease is on. “Damn, sides?” She lifts up my shirt enough to access my sides. My bladder is Aching. Come on Chloe, I really need the relief. “How bout this. You guess this next time, I tell you the story of any other people on campus I saw wet.” I wink “Might have a certain someone at fire walk on that list.” She perks up, “I did not!” “If you guess right, you just may find out.” “Shit, okay… umm…” She reaches over and starts untying my shoes. Relief here I come. “You must be ticklish here Rachel.” She starts taking off shoes and socks. And my bladder is just dying of anticipation. She found my relief. All I can do is smile. “Try it out Price, today may just be your lucky day.” As soon as she starts scratching I scream out in laughter. My bladder lets spurts out little at a time until I stop Chloe, because finally, my bladder wont stop emptying. So much relief. I can’t help but cry as the pain starts slowly going away. I stand up and allow Chloe the show that she had been dying to see. Feeling the warmth run down my legs, soaking up every spot it came across. It was amazing, and now I am questioning why I never tried this before. All was silent, except for the sound of urine pouring down to the floor. Once the stream died down to a pitter-patter, and then halted, Chloe spoke up. “I am so sorry for putting you through this. You really must have needed to go and-” “Chloe Price, you don’t need to be sorry. Besides, you still owe me a wetting yourself. And lets hope you aren’t pee shy like I am, cause that is painful.” “Oh, yeah. And you owe me stories. Oh, and don’t worry, no pee shyness here.” There was silence for quite some time. I look at the damage. The entire back side is soaked and so is most of the front. Honestly, if this were to have happened in front of anyone else, I would have been embarrassed. But not with Chloe. She just continued to stare at my mess in awe. I decide to speak up “It, actually felt pretty nice. You might be seeing a lot more of this out of me Chloe.” She smiles, “Rachel Amber, you look hot in those soaked jeans.” “How hot?” “Hella Hot.” We laugh as my piss stained jeans glistened in the sun light entering the train. I looked out, and saw the park my father would be going to be, presumably. “We’re here!” “Where?” “Jump and find out!” “What about the stories?” “I’ll tell you as you start to show signs of desperation.” “Alright, Fuck it.” Chloe jumped out, I follow, hoping this day will only get more and more interesting. Once again, sorry about the length. If the demand is high enough I may continue this. Who has Rachel seen wet? Could she have been behind the reason behind some of them? How will Rachel react to seeing Chloe peeing herself? And who was it at Firewalk that Rachel saw piss themself?

On NYE I went to a friend's house party and was lucky enough to see quite a lot of desperation. The party was quite busy and with lots of drinks being consumed, so the single downstairs bathroom was very much in demand! Towards the end of a long game of beer pong (boys vs girls) I noticed that a few of the girls were looking quite fidgety and desperate to pee, but were too busy playing to go to the loo. The host of the party, a beautiful tall blonde woman in her early 20s wearing black leggings and knee high black boots, was standing with her legs crossed and looked absolutely bursting. She kept bobbing on the spot (still keeping her long legs very tightly crossed) and would only uncross them to take her turn, before quickly crossing them again. The second the game was over she walked straight out of the room to the loo, obviously trying to beat the queue that she knew would form! One of the other girls who was playing, a very attractive blonde girl wearing a really short skirt, black tights and black ankle boots, had also hurried out to the loo but by that time there was already a short queue. She saw the queue and groaned, bobbing on the spot before joining the back and quickly crossing her legs. After about a minute standing in line with her legs crossed, she uncrossed them and went to the front of the queue while dancing from foot to foot and bouncing on the spot. 'Ooh sorry could I please go next? I've been dying for a wee for ages' she said, pleading with the guy at the front to let her cut in. He said OK and she thanked him, before crossing her legs tightly and knocking on the bathroom door. 'Hurry up I'm gonna wet myself!' she said, laughing but also looking absolutely frantic to get in there and pee. Eventually the bathroom was finally free and she rushed inside with obvious relief. A little while later, I was outside talking to an absolutely stunning curvy mixed race girl wearing a short dress and black thigh high boots. She was standing there fidgeting and squirming, crossing and uncrossing her legs and I guessed she was dying to pee but didn't want to admit it. After a few more minutes of squirming she crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot. 'I really need a wee, do you think the bathroom's free?' she asked quietly, and I said I wasn't sure. She sighed and said 'I tried ages ago but someone was in there. Back in a sec'. She walked off but was back within a few seconds. She sighed and shook her head, bouncing on the spot. 'The queue's massive, I'll have to wait' she said, bobbing on the spot again before tightly crossing her legs. We chatted for a few more minutes, the whole time she was squirming around and squeezing her thighs together. I tried to concentrate on the conversation rather than the fact that this beautiful girl in front of me was clearly absolutely desperate for a wee (and had probably been holding on for quite a long time) with no chance of getting into the loo anytime soon. She was clearly reaching her limit by now as she was really struggling to hide her desperation and was almost doing the 'need a wee' dance in front of me, bobbing, bouncing, stepping from foot to foot and crossing and uncrossing her legs, looking very flustered. Eventually she said 'Ooh I can't wait any more, I'm gonna have to go, I'm bursting!'. I was really needing to pee myself by this time so I went with her, and luckily for her the bathroom was finally free. 'Oh thank God' she gasped, practically running into the loo for what must have been a very relieving pee after holding on for so long. Later on in the evening, I waiting for the bathroom to be free when a curvy, really attractive brunette girl wearing a really short skirt and high-top Converse came hurrying down the corridor, sighing when she saw the queue. I had seen her outside about half an hour earlier looking very fidgety with her legs crossed so I'm guessing she had been needing to pee for a while but had been too busy chatting to find time to go, and now found herself absolutely dying to pee faced with a long wait in line for the loo. 'Guess I'll join the queue then' she muttered, standing next to me and crossing her legs again, squeezing her thighs together. I made some comment about how there's always a queue when you're desperate, and she laughed and said 'Oh God I know! I've actually needed a wee for ages now. I'm a nurse though so I'm used to it'. I asked what she meant, and she went on to explain that sometimes she is so busy that she doesn't get chance to go to the loo for hours at a time during her shift. 'We have bladders of steel' she joked. The queue was moving really slowly as whoever was in the bathroom was taking a long time. The bursting nurse next to me, who had been standing keeping her legs very tightly crossed and thighs squeezed together, sighed impatiently and muttered 'Wish they'd hurry up, I need a wee so bad.' A few minutes later her friend came past and mentioned that they were about to do karaoke, asking if she wanted to join in. The nurse nodded and said 'Yeah, I really, really need a wee though, I've been in this queue for ages'. She bobbed on the spot in frustration, her legs still tightly crossed. Her friend laughed and said to just come back and use the loo later. The nurse glanced longingly at the locked bathroom door before sighing and bobbing on the spot again, then leaving the queue to go and join her friends. About half an hour later I saw her standing outside and she had clearly not had chance to go to the loo yet as she was very fidgety, shifting from foot to foot or crossing her legs and squeezing, hardly able to stand still for a second. One of her friends (the party host) asked her if she was OK and she laughed and said yes, but that she was 'absolutely bursting for a wee and there's still a fucking queue'. The host laughed and offered to show her where the upstairs bathroom is, which the very desperate nurse gratefully accepted! Later on, I was stood chatting near to the bathroom (which was in use) when I saw a tall, attractive guy in his early 20s walking very quickly down the corridor towards the bathroom, squeezing his cock through his skinny jeans for a couple of seconds. He reached the bathroom door and when he found it locked, he groaned and bent over, squeezing himself hard again. He banged on the door and shouted 'Who's in there!? I'm dying for a piss!'. He stood bending over and squeezing himself for a couple of seconds before saying 'Fuck it' and literally sprinting up the stairs to find another loo that hopefully for him wasn't in use, as he looked very close to completely pissing himself! Not long afterwards, a gorgeous, slim brunette girl aged around 18, wearing dark skinny jeans and thigh high black boots, came hurrying down the corridor. She sighed loudly when she saw that the bathroom door was closed and stood back against the wall, crossing her legs tightly. She had been singing karaoke for a while and I'm guessing had needed a wee for quite some time before finally giving in and going to the loo, only to now find it in use. She was rosy cheeked and flustered, looking very impatient as she waited for her turn to pee. She stood there crossing her legs and pushing her thighs together for a minute or so before stepping forward and tugging on the bathroom door, just to check that it was actually occupied. Sure enough, the door was locked and she sighed in frustration before walking off to go and join her friends outside in the garden, obviously deciding that she could hold on for a little while longer. About twenty minutes later, I was standing near the door to the garden watching someone else singing karaoke when the gorgeous brunette girl came past me, apologising to me as she squeezed by. 'Sorry, I really need a wee' she said quietly as she squeezed past. She was still rosy cheeked and looked absolutely frantic to get to the loo, clearly not able to hang on for much longer. A bit later, I had been chatting to some people and was absolutely dying to piss. I had been holding it for ages as I didn't want to leave the conversation. It got to the point where I was moving from foot to foot and could barely hide how badly I needed to go. I excused myself and walked quickly to the bathroom, only to see somebody going in there who had just beaten me to it. I sighed and took my place in line, hoping the person in there wouldn't be too long. My bladder was extremely full as I had been drinking quite a lot and I longed to get into the bathroom and release a long, hard piss. I paced and stepped from foot to foot as I waited impatiently, occasionally having to bend over and even hold myself when I thought nobody would be looking. I even had to unbutton the top of my jeans to try and give my bursting bladder a bit more room to expand. Unfortunately the person in the bathroom was taking their time and I was that desperate that I was starting to consider finding a discreet corner of the garden where I could finally relieve myself! At one point, I was bending over and holding myself when the host of the party came down the stairs and caught me straightening up. She asked if I was OK, I said 'Yeah, just waiting to get into the bathroom'. She glanced down at my crotch and noticed that my jeans were unbuttoned. She smiled and said 'Oh, are you needing the toilet? You can use the one upstairs if you like'. I blushed and said 'Oh yeah please, if that's OK'. She laughed and said 'It's no problem at all! I hope nobody's in there because it looks like you're bursting to go! Follow me'. I followed her up the stairs, very embarrassed that this gorgeous woman knew I was dying to pee and had even caught me bending over in desperation. We reached the top of the stairs and I was very relieved to find myself standing in front of the upstairs bathroom, which luckily for me wasn't being used because I was very close to soaking my jeans! The host said 'There you go, all yours' and I thanked her gratefully before hurrying inside for a very long, very relieving piss! With about 5 minutes to go until midnight, a really cute, curvy blonde wearing a tiny skirt, black tights and boots was squirming around and doing a very cute 'really need a wee' dance and telling everyone that she 'really needs the toilet' but couldn't go in case she missed the countdown to the new year. At one point, with a couple of minutes still to go, she bent forwards and said 'Oh I really, really, really need a wee! I'm gonna wee myself if I don't go soon', jiggling up and down on the spot. About half an hour later, after the new year celebrations and fireworks, I saw her again and she had obviously not had chance to go to the loo yet because she was still dancing around and mentioned a couple of times how badly she needed a wee. Unfortunately for her, the queue for the downstairs bathroom was now huge and she did not have time to pee before leaving to catch her taxi, so she would have to endure a long ride home with a full bladder before finally being able to go. Earlier on in the evening, this same curvy blonde girl had been telling us about the time that she had left a club in the city centre with her friends and was absolutely bursting to go for a wee, but the problem was that nowhere nearby was open. They tried to go back into the club to use the loo but they were not allowed back in. She said that she was walking down a main street in the centre trying to make it to the train station to use the toilets there, but she was so desperate that she just couldn't wait any longer and completely wet herself. Her exact words were (street name changed for anonymity) 'I was walking down Main Street just pissing myself... piss was running down my legs but I was wearing a skirt so nobody even noticed'. She didn't seem at all embarrassed about her very public wetting! Quite late on the evening well past midnight, I was sitting outside chatting to a few people when I noticed that a really cute, short curvy brunette girl wearing very tight fitting skinny jeans was squirming around in her chair, hardly able to sit still. She had her legs crossed tightly with her hand resting between her crossed thighs quite close to the crotch of her jeans, and I wondered if she was needing a wee but didn't want to go and stand in the line for the downstairs loo. Occasionally she would uncross her legs and quickly cross them tightly the other way, or sometimes she would keep them uncrossed but would sit and bounce her knees, resting her hands on her thighs, before crossing her legs again. After a few minutes of this she announced 'I need a wee' and left, only to return soon afterwards saying that the queue was too long. She sat squirming and jiggling in her chair for a few more minutes before saying 'Ooh I'm gonna wee myself, I'm gonna have to stand in the queue'. A few minutes later I needed to pee so I went to join the queue and saw her still waiting to get into the bathroom. She was next in line and was looking at her phone while doing a very cute 'need a wee' dance, stepping from foot to foot and jiggling up and down, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She sighed in annoyance, crossed her legs and bobbed up and down before looking up from her phone and staring longingly at the bathroom door as if willing it to open. 'Oh fucking come on' she muttered under her breath and then stepped forward to knock loudly on the bathroom door. 'Hurry up please some of us need a wee!' she said loudly, sounding frustrated. After a couple more minutes of desperate pee dancing she was finally able to get into the bathroom for a much needed wee.

"I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his shortness, speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 17. He is short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake

My favorite wetting videos are the ones where girls pee themselves and there is a very loud hiss as she does it. The force of the urine leaving her body drives me wild but they're pretty hard to come across from just doing basic searches. What are the best wetting videos (and diapers too) with pee hissing? I'm a straight guy but if there are some videos of guys wetting diapers with a loud hiss I wouldn't really mind

Hi everyone, I am searching for videos of wet Natalee.. I have found one on YouTube that I shared here some time ago. If anyone has any other videos of her to share, I appreciate it..

This super hot blonde pees her jeans in the bathroom. Nudity warning: She starts undressing at 1:08. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c0c42f46a2ad

View File Locked Out Jeans Pee This video is from the site Manyvids.com Cute girl drinks a bottle of water over time lapse then is 'locked out' of the bathroom before peeing in her jeans. Very mild. Submitter Pumpkinking Submitted 01/16/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans  

"Ah, Risa, you can put those over there." The next day started my first official day working at the pet shop. It turns out Mikan can't officially work here until she gets a work dog license like Kotarou has, so we let her rest at home for today. Mostly I've just been helping Kotarou handle deliveries and tidying up around the shop. "I think that's everything. Risa, let's take a break." Kotarou leads me back to the shop where she hands me a homemade bento box. "Here. Mom made one for both of us today." "Oh. Nadeshiko, you didn't need to do that." Nadeshiko gives me a warm smile as Kotarou hands me her bento box. "It's no problem, Risa. It's the least I can do to thank you for taking care of Kotarou last night." I nearly bite my tongue as I'm reminded of last night's events. Kotarou just smiles and wags her tail, leaning over abruptly and offering my cheek a quick lick. "I had lots of fun with Risa~." My cheeks flush red as Nadeshiko lets out a giggle. "My, my~. You two look to be getting along well." I drown out the embarrassment of the scene by promptly shoving rice in my mouth. Wow. It's good. Really good, in fact. Man, I'm almost envious. Nadeshiko is a much better cook than I am. I make it halfway through the meal before I'm interrupted by a gurgling in my gut, which reminds me.. I haven't done.. "that" since before our visit to the fair. I realize maybe I should slow down on the food.. but it would be impolite to Nadeshiko not to finish the meal she prepared for me, and it's just so delicious I don't want to. So, I scarf down the rest, somehow out-pacing even Kotarou. "Thank you for the meal, it was wonderful!" After lunch, I follow Kotarou to help her walk the dogs. Mostly, it's an uneventful walk. Until about halfway through. Grrrglglgll "Nngh." Crap. Plowing through lunch was a bad idea after all. "Risa? Are you okay?" "A-ah, I'm fine!" Kotarou stares at me for a moment before making a suggestion. "If you need to potty, we could find a bush or something." "N-no! No! Uhm, I mean.. I don't need to.. pee." Kotarou's head tilts, before a playful smirk hits her face and she wanders off ahead of me. "Ah~, well Risa is a big girl, I'm sure she can hold it until the end of work." Nngh. What happened to that sympathy she had just a moment ago? I have to squirm and shift my hips from side to side as we circle back around to the shop. That's when I notice something else shifting on our way back.. the weather is starting to look grim. I have to use a hand to keep my skirt tugged down as the wind picks up. By the time the store is in view again, a sudden strong cramp forces me to freeze in place. "..Nnghh..!" Nudge. "Risa, hurry up!" Oh God. I nearly lose it right there when Kotarou forces me forward. Just a little bit further and I'll ask Nadeshiko to use the shop bathroom. "I'll put the dogs in their cages, you wait here Risa!" "But.." "Wait, wait! I'll just be a minute!" I'm starting to think this mischievous pup is just seeking to keep me from the restroom. But I don't know where the employee bathroom is to begin with, so it's not like I have much choice. Several minutes pass, and no trace of Kotarou. Grrglglgll Nnh. I will not last much longer at this rate. I'll just look for the bathroom myself. I creep inside the shop and look around, but I barely take a few steps in the door before Kotarou comes running up. "Ah, Risa! Sorry, I had to help mom with something. She says she'll close up here and asked me to walk you home." "Oh. Okay, but first, where is your bathr-" I'm not even able to finish getting the words out of my mouth before Kotarou is dragging me back out the door. "H-hey!" "Risa, there's a storm coming, we need to hurry and get you home before it gets here! Use the bathroom at your house!" I try to pull back in protest, but I don't even think Kotarou notices as she tugs me along. "Okay, okay, just slow down!" At this point my tummy feels like it will explode. We barely get halfway home before I'm doubled over on the side of the street again, arms wrapped around my belly as I fight back another cramp. Nnghh.. God, I wish she would have just let me use the restroom. "Risa? Are you okay? We're almost there." Kotarou looks anxious, but she nevertheless tries to force me to continue moving. Bad idea. Pffftt.. Brrrrrrrttt! My cheeks light up as another form of wind flutters out beneath my skirt. Kotarou's ears twitch and I can tell she's stifling back laughter. "S-sorry, Risa. I, uhm, just don't want us to get wet." Yeah. Sure. "Nngh, well if you continue dragging me along like that, getting wet will be the least of my concerns." Kotarou seems to take the hint finally and gives me some space. Her face looks filled with worry.. though, I don't think it's for me. "Kotarou, are you okay?" "I'm fine! But I'm not the one about to fill their panties if we don't hurry!" Oh God. My cheeks burn red again as I playfully shove the doggy girl forward. It makes her giggle again at least. I'm still not sure what's troubling her, but at least I'm almost home now. By the time we arrive at my apartment's door, I'm having to use one hand to hold my stomach. Being so close to relief, I can feel my meals from the last two days just begging to come out as I desperately try to work the lock. God, I don't remember the last time I've ever had to go this bad. Finally, I get the door open, stumbling through as I desperately stagger in and kick my shoes off. "Mikan, I'm hom-!" I make an instant dart for the toilet, but I barely take two steps before an orange haired doggy girl comes racing into my waist, tail wagging, arms slung around me and clutching tightly into a hug. Ah..! Oh god.. Mikan, no! Grrrgllglllll! Hnnnghh..!! "Mikan, please, I need to get to the bath-" Pffffllbrbrbrrrtt. As an involuntary, noisy burst of gas escapes out my backside, I can feel the contents of my tummy moving with a vengeance. Both my hands fling to my rump and clamp my rear as hard as possible, but even with that, I know it's too late. My eyes squeeze shut as my body lets out an involuntary grunt, and I can feel something hard press out and tent against my panties. Then, it happens.. ..Pffllrrtt,, Crkl..CRKLKLKLKLcrklkllll! Blllorrrtt! Oh, crap! Crap crap crap! I feel the small tent explode outwards, my hands doing nothing to curb the violent crackling as a warm mountain of mush balloons my panties outwards, the warm muddy sensation spreading up and down; creeping up my butt as the added weight causes my panties to sag ever so slightly. "Ohhh..! Ohh.. groooossss!" Kotarou's ears perk up almost instantly at this. Mikan's head is tilted, peering up at me with concern. But it only takes a moment before her nose picks up what happened and she bounces back, palms clasped over her mouth. "Oh.. oh my god! Risa, Risa, I'm so sorry! Mikan had no idea! Mikan is so so sorry!!" Kotarou, on the other hand.. "..Pftt.. Hahah... hahahaha! R-Risa! You seriously did it! You really, really did it! Hahahaha!" ..Just cracks up laughing. All I can do is groan as my cheeks burn redder than I think they ever have before. My hands drift over the seat of my panties to inspect the size of the damage.. Once Kotarou finally catches her breath, she steps in to give me a pat on the head, a smirk still on her face. "Don't worry, Risa. If you need them, I still have some of my diapers you can borrow~!" "L-Listen you!!" I reach up to give Kotarou's cheeks a pinch, but she just ignores it and sticks her tongue out at me. "Mikan, Mikan, look what your master did~!" As I feel a wave of cool air hit, I realize that Kotarou has my skirt hoisted up to give Mikan a clear view of my accident. "A-Ahhh..!!" "..O-Oh wow.. Risa.. you really.." Great. Now even my own doggy girl is giggling at me. "I will get you both back for this." Kotarou just ruffles my hair and sneaks back to try to make her quick get away. "Well, I'll leave you to deal with cleaning up now Risa. See you tomorrow~!" Boom! Ah! Oh, it's lightning out. It looks like we'll be getting that storm earlier than the forecast anticipated. "A-ahhh!" As I glance over, I notice Kotarou suddenly knelt down, ears and tails drooped, and her hands covering her head. Wait.. is she afraid of- Flash~! Kotarou, who was happily teasing me just a moment ago, suddenly rushes back inside and hides herself behind me. "R-Risa! Risa! Uhm.." "I know. I don't have a car to drive you in, and I can't send you out in this weather.. you can stay here for tonight, again. I'll just call Nadeshiko and let her know." Kotarou gives out a sigh of relief as I close the door behind her. So, so.. this is why she was in such a rush. She's scared of thunderstorms, huh? It's kind of cute. Kotarou gives the impression of being big and fearless, but even she has things she's afraid of, apparently. "One condition, Kotarou. You're responsible for making me.. do this, so you're going to help me clean up." .. "F-Fine, fine! You stink anyway, someone needs to clean you up!" I give Kotarou another playful pinch on the cheek as I walk back by her on the way to the bathroom. "Hey, at least you weren't trapped in a car with a stinky pupper for miles." I let out a giggle as Kotarou blushes in turn. "R-Risa!" At least, before her hand makes a playful swat at my butt. Fwap! Smuush~! O-Ohhh~! My hand darts to my mouth as an involuntary moan escapes my lips. Kotarou gives a devious grin and tugs me along towards the bathroom. "Mikan~ why don't you help me get your master cleaned up?"

I find myself falling in love with several of the films on the pee movie list, especially when they have a good story and fun set of characters to boot. Bonus points if the character who pees herself is well-rounded and focused on a lot so that the accident stays fresh in our minds whenever she returns to the screen. For this reason I'm going to start illustrating some of these cinematic accidents, and I invite others to do the same. It'd be a sin to start with any other one but this. Aside from being a beautiful picture about earthly vices and a meditation on what it means to be and feel like an alien, "The Man Who Fell To Earth" has one of the most iconic urination scenes in cinema. As many of you know about an hour and a half into the movie, the titular man played by the legendary David Bowie unveils his extraterrestrial form to his girlfriend Mary Lou, portrayed by the delightful Candy Clark. The result is a very realistic accident, after she spills her gin & tonic all over herself in fright, he caresses her cheek and she whimpers in terror. Frozen and shaking in her short nightie, she further wets herself when her bladder leaks into her panties. This was actually a last minute addition since the script called for her to vomit in fear, but the dedicated actress couldn't do that bodily function on command no matter how she tried. Perhaps peeing is easier? The actress confirmed in an interview it was faked, but that hasn't stopped it from being a classic fear wetting that deserves way more praise, just like the movie it belongs to. It sits on my shelf with several other films containing pee scenes. I'll illustrate some of those too, next year...

Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look like? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^

Hi today i decide to wet my jeans, i didn't do that for a very long time and its felt very good