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  1. In this video a young college girl doesn't want to stop learning while her bladder is bursting. Results in a wet accident. https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f322d153f1dc
  2. Anybody have this video set? been searching and cannot find it anywhere. Thanks 🙂
  3. I am as the title suggest looking to see if anyone has the full video of the one in the title which I shall add to this post as well. 😄 Here's hoping! Girl pee her pants on the chair - ThisVid.com.mp4
  4. 931 downloads

    The video is in 480p. I could not find a resolution better. Sorry.
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  5. So, I have a request, an I’m not sure if this is the right location, but here goes. It’s a parody on the youtuber Lockpicking Lawyer. A video presented like a blog post of a girl who only ever shows her crotch and hands, and can infinitely pee (or close to). Her blog topic (at least for this “series”) is basically challenging the most super-absorbent diapers in the world with her endless stream of piss, and always winning. The thing is, although she tries to always do it professionally, particular to her is that even her un-desperate urinating feels unequivocally pleasant, and she can’t help but whisper things of ecstasy while she’s peeing. This would probably require a little makeup expertise and a bit of thin vynil tubing I think, but with some siphoning and kinking I think the use of a pump could be avoided. Anyone up for takes🎥? inspired by “A Diaper For Emily” by bubbatub78 (or I think her name was Emily?)
  6. Does anyone have any Layla Rae videos ? I have one where she is desperate in jeans washing up at the sink. Thanks
  7. 1,774 downloads

    Hey just uploading this one cause I saw someone else say this was their fav model so thought I'd add on.
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  8. Like the last few stories I've posted, this was originally written using characters from a non-kink book I've written (The same one that the characters in my fics "STP" and "Appearances"are from). So, name-changes were made and the setting was kept vague to keep it from being recognizable, I hope the vagueness does not distract from the desperation content. *** Martha wished that every aspect of her present circumstance could be just slightly different. She wished that the first time her girlfriend Lana saw her in the nude, it was because they were finally taking their relationship to the next level. But, instead the first time Lana saw Martha naked, it was because Lana needed somebody to pose for her figure-drawing assignment. So, there Martha was, sitting naked on a plush chair with her girlfriend just a few feet away… And all she could do was sit there and stay still. And all Lana could do was sit there and sketch. No touching, no seductive poses, no nothing. After all the time Martha had spent picturing the first time she’d disrobe for Lana, this felt startlingly anticlimactic. Martha was also dissatisfied with her current seat. The chair wasn’t uncomfortable, the cushion was nice and soft, the back not too stiff, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that it wasn’t a toilet. Martha had been so focused on how Lana would react to seeing her in the nude that she hadn’t paid a moment’s consideration to all the water she’d had to drink earlier in the day. Every drop of that liquid was now shrieking to come out, and she wished that the soft chair she was sitting on was a toilet seat instead. “Martha,” Lana said. “I know it’s hard, but I need you to stay still, okay?” Martha hadn’t realized her limbs had begun to twitch. But, they had. Her legs were spasming ever so slightly, and with as hyper-focused as Lana was on her body, (For frustratingly wrong reasons!) no squirm could go unnoticed. It had taken forever for Lana to get her into the pose she wanted, constantly correcting her; “No, this foot needs to be in front! Put your hand over your stomach like this!” And, if Martha asked for a break, they’d have to start it all over again. Lana was already worried about getting this assignment done in time, making her redo it all from scratch would be awful. So, Martha found herself in a deeply unpleasant situation. She was naked, but Lana wasn’t doing anything noteworthy about it. She had to pee like crazy, but she could neither go to the toilet nor fidget to help stave off the urge. Nor could she admit her current plight to Lana. Even if this wasn’t how she’d wanted it to be, being nude before her girlfriend was still such an immensely intimate experience; informing her that she needed to pee really badly would kill what little mood there was. Holding it was the only option. And, Martha really, really had to hold it! The chair she was on was quite fancy, and probably really expensive. If liquid spilled onto it, especially a massive quantity of that specific liquid, the chair would be ruined. And, since Martha didn’t even have her underwear on, any drop she let slip would go directly onto the chair, she couldn’t allow herself even the smallest leak. Lana would surely be upset if Martha messed up her assignment, and she would be even angrier if Martha soiled the chair. Lana could even leave her for it. And then, Martha would be all alone. She’d have no one. Abandoned. All because she couldn’t hold her bladder. Martha told herself this was good practice. When she finally got her big break and made it to Broadway, she’d probably have to sit in make-up chairs for hours and hours, and wouldn’t be getting any pee breaks then. This would just get her more used to waiting it out. Yeah. This was a good thing. “Martha, are you alright?” Lana asked, and her eyes were so filled with concern that it made Martha want to admit to her problem. “Your face is all pink,” she added. “Don’t be embarrassed, this is just art.” Martha had to fight to keep her expression from changing into a sour, downcast one. Just art, Lana had said. So, she wasn’t interested in Martha’s body at all! It was just a tool to complete her assignment, nothing more. What was it Lana didn’t like? Were Martha’s breasts too small? She’d always thought they were, she’d never even managed to get any larger than an A-cup. Lana was probably disappointed by them. Or… Or should Martha have shaved down there? Was the hair grossing Lana out? Martha had always just been too scared to shave. When she shaved her legs, she usually ended up cutting herself, and she definitely didn’t want a cut THERE of all places. But, maybe she should have shaved anyway? Her fretting was interrupted by a wild, frenzied pulse from her bladder. She clutched onto the chair’s cushion with the hand Lana hadn’t instructed her to keep over her stomach. It was all she could do to ease the tension, and it didn’t even work. Her bladder thrashed angrily, more uncontainable by the second. Then, she felt it; A quick burst of liquid sprayed from between her thighs, she heard the feint sound of it striking the cushion below her. Without thinking, she snapped her legs together. “Martha!” Lana whined. “Put your legs back how they were! I almost had them drawn perfect!” Martha allowed herself to squeeze her thighs and rub her ankles together a few seconds longer, before gradually inching her legs back outwards. “A—Are you nearly done?” “I need to finish your legs, and your chest,” Lana informed. “Should be about half an hour more? Sorry, I know it’s really hard to stay still for so long.” Lana didn’t know the half of it… “Sssoo, my chest, then?” Martha repeated nervously. “Wanted to save the best for last?” Jesus, where had THAT come from? She’d never been so bold with Lana before. “Heh, yeah,” Lana agreed. “I’ll… Have to take my time there, for sure!” Martha felt relieved that Lana had flirted back with her, but not as relieved as she would have felt if Lana had said she was finished. Martha concentrated very, very hard on not moving. But, trills of desperation wracked through her body with each second. She felt another quick pulse of liquid trickle from her, and cringed. She bore down hard on her pelvic muscles to make it stop, but it just wasn’t enough. She managed to slow her flow, but it was still coming. Lana had said she only had Martha’s legs and chest left to worry about, so she was done with her arms and hands then, right? Without giving any more thought to what Lana would think, or how it would mess up Lana’s view of her chest, Martha’s hands dove between her thighs and she cupped herself. Liquid dribbled into her clenched palms for a few more seconds and then, blessedly, it ceased. “Martha!” Lana cried. “I can’t draw your chest if your arms are in th— Oh.” Martha felt her face flame, “S—Sorry, I’ll put them back. I’m sorry!” “Martha, do you… Um… Do you have to ‘go’?” There was no sense in denying it at this point, so Martha just nodded. “You should have said something!” Lana exclaimed. “You must be so uncomfortable!” “I didn’t… I didn’t want you to have to start all over,” Martha said, struggling to get the words out around the weight inside of her. “I won’t have to start all over,” Lana said. “You can pee, then come back, get in the position again, and I can finish the drawing. It will only add a little extra work. No big deal.” Martha immediately bolted to her feet once the permission was given, only to learn what a terrible idea that really was. Having spent so much time sitting down and forcing her body to be still, her legs had fallen asleep and needed time to adjust to moving around again. She nearly lost her footing and fell over, an act that surely would have resulted in all of her liquid pooling on the floor around her. She was able to keep herself upright, but squealed as a long jet of urine sprayed down her legs. “Martha, are you—“ “Sorry, sorry!” Martha kept repeating. “It’s… Okay…” Lana said. This was a weird thing to watch happen, but Martha evidently needed her help. She walked over to Martha and rested a hand on the small of her back. Martha cringed. She was naked, and now Lana was touching her; But, only to help her get to the toilet on time like an older sibling directing a three year old. Martha didn’t know how this could get worse; The only way she could possibly make herself less attractive to Lana at this point would be to lose control of her bladder completely and drench her legs in urine. Lana said nothing as she helped Martha hobble the short distance to the restroom. Martha wasn’t sure if her silence made the situation better or worse. Any spoken words would serve to make the awkwardness build, but this total lack of communication made it impossible for Martha to know what Lana thought of her now. At last, they reached the door to the room Martha needed to visit so urgently. She dashed in, and was grateful for two things; The lid on the toilet was already up, and she didn’t have any clothing she needed to pull down. She could just fling herself onto the toilet right away, no wasting precious seconds fumbling with anything else. Martha’s urethra was already gushing before she’d managed to sit down all the way, and she was sure she’d sprayed on the seat a little bit. But, she couldn’t bring herself to care in that moment. Her entire body went slack with the realization that she didn’t have to fight anymore, she could finally give in and let nature take its course. Her legs and spine tingled as wave after wave pulsed forth in an intensely powerful hiss. Lana started to back out of the doorway now that Martha was okay, but did so a bit slower than was necessary. For a long time, Lana had heard guys claim that they hated knowing that their girlfriends peed. Some had walked in on them midstream, and had said it was something they wished they could unsee. But now, Lana wasn’t sure what was so terrible about it. Martha’s head was tipped back, her eyes shut and her mouth drooping open ever so slightly. Her butt was not the most shapely that Lana had ever seen, but the way she sat now pushed it up and made it spill over the sides of the toilet seat. She looked weirdly cute. She looked like she could stay that way forever, enjoying the pleasure of emptying her bladder. After well over a minute, Martha was finally drained and joined Lana in the hallway. She felt very ashamed of herself, messing up Lana’s schedule, getting pee on both the chair and the floor, and then forcing Lana to drag her to the restroom… “Lana, I am so, so…” She trailed off, uncertain of how to finish. Sorry? Embarrassed? Pathetic? Disgusting? “…Dumped,” Martha concluded. “Huh?” Lana asked. “You… Think I’m gonna dump you because you... had to PEE?” “The chair,” Martha said. “It—“ “Can be cleaned. Same as the floor,” Lana said. “Relax. This isn’t a big deal.” “Promise?” “Of course,” Lana said. “I should have planned for this, should have told you that if you needed to get up for some reason, it would be okay. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be,” Martha said. “Let’s just finish your drawing. I think I’ll be able to hold the pose a little better now.” “That’s good. I just have to finish your chest; Save the best for last, right?” “Heh…” Martha managed a small half-smile. “And, after I’ve finished,” Lana said. “I mean, if you’re ready and all, I’d like to get a bit more acquainted with your chest.” Maybe Martha wasn’t dumped after all.
  9. "Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).
  10. Version 1.0.1

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    Support the developers here. (The file size is about 1/3 of that listed on DLSite because this is only the Windows 64-bit version.) Let's rescue a priestess from the threat of peeing! Touching Adventure Game! 8 stages in total + 1 extra stage Voice Materials: Tiger Lily (Ryou Suzuki) Supports both Windows(32,64bit) and Mac [How To Play] Use three action commands (Hand, Tongue and D*ck) to play this game. These actions increase "Peeing Bar (yellow)" and "Ecchi Bar (pink)". When the peeing bar reaches the maximum, she pees and it is game over. When the ecchi bar reaches the maximum, the game turns to Finish mode. * Try to get the "Perfect Clear" bonus by getting both bars to reach the maximum at the same time! It may unlock a special stage and special command. [Note] - Please confirm system compatibility via the trial version before purchasing. - Changing the window size during gameplay may disable some on-screen functional buttons. back_to_Japanese_patch.7z ENMT_fix_patch.7z
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  11. Like the last few stories I've posted, this was originally written using characters from a non-kink book I've written (The same one that the characters in my fic STP are from). So, name-changes were made and the setting was kept vague to keep it from being recognizable, I hope the vagueness does not distract from the desperation content. *** Lydia abhorred dinner parties. She was honestly grateful that her Mother so rarely permitted her children to attend them alongside her. Mother always said “And you are not to come,” as if Lydia should be extremely disappointed by it, but she never was. Lydia didn’t want to be forced into a cumbersome designer dress. Lydia didn’t want to be told to wear pointed shoes she couldn’t figure out how to walk in. Lydia didn’t want to be ordered to sit at the table and not say a word, then berated if she made the mistake of answering someone’s question and somehow “embarrassed the family” again. For Lydia’s Mother, appearances were everything. They were, in fact, the only thing in the world that seemed to exist to her. And, since it was too difficult to primp Lydia and her younger sister Pauline until they appeared to be Mother’s perfect Mini-Mes, they were not often brought out to socialize with Mother’s high society friends. Lydia slouched too much. She talked too loud. She didn’t know the first thing about fashion brands or cosmetics. She liked sports. And as for Pauline, she was just a six year old who, well, acted like a six year old. All of these things were unacceptable to Mother, whom desperately wanted daughters whom were more befitting of their rich, prissy status. The only reason Lydia and Pauline were being brought along this time was because there would be photographers there; photographers who wanted to get pictures of the happy family to use in magazines. Lydia’s Mother was a former model, and her Father was a world famous TV star, and when the family was out together, they needed to appear as though they were the ideal of the ideal. A level of perfection common folks could only dream of reaching. Appearances were everything. So, that was how Lydia found herself wearing the most uncomfortable romper she’d ever had the misfortune of being draped in, alongside a pair of six inch heels that seemed to be Hell-bent on causing her enough lasting bodily harm that she’d never be able to play sports again. Perhaps, Lydia thought, that was Mother’s plan all along; She could get Lydia to stop her allegedly ‘unbecoming’ activities by revoking the use of her legs via torture-shoes. But, the discomfort of her clothing was not the worst thing Lydia had to contend with as she sat at the table and tried to force down caviar and glass after glass of flavored water. The worst thing was, instead, where all that flavored water had ended up. She’d been feeling an irritating tingle in her midsection for several hours, but with the amount of beverages she’d gulped down under the glaring eyes of her Mother, she was now more than full. Lydia knew better than to ask to be excused, and she especially knew not to ask the host where the restroom was. Even doing so in the vaguest, most polite terms possible would result in a lecture from Mother about how her behavior was disgraceful and that she had shamed the family once again. She clenched her thighs, gritted her teeth, and hoped an opportunity for relief would present itself soon. She looked across the table to Pauline. She was only six. Surely, Lydia thought, her sister would need to go soon as well. And, being so young, perhaps she’d even blurt it out? Then, Lydia could offer to take her, and she’d be home-free. But, Pauline wasn’t fidgeting at all. She wasn’t tugging on her dark bangs, a habit Lydia had noticed while Pauline was being toilet trained, and one she knew indicated that her sister needed to pee. Pauline looked comfortable, aside from continually tugging on the scratchy neckline of her dress. Lydia was most uncomfortable. She’d crossed her legs together—inadvertently jabbing her shin with her massive heels by mistake— but it wasn’t helping quell the tide very much. After so much time of speedily increasing urgency, there was little she could do to fight it back. Another half hour passed and Lydia was bouncing her knees beneath the table, each time her shoes hit the ground they would make a small cracking sound and she hoped Mother didn’t hear it, or at least that she couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Lydia’s urge to urinate had reached an unfathomable peak, and she didn’t think she could hold out much longer. She had to come up with some kind of excuse to break away soon, or she’d find herself sitting in a puddle. If Mother thought asking for directions to a toilet would disgrace the family, what would she think if Lydia had an accident in her fancy, designer romper surrounded by all of Mother’s friends and her Father’s camera crew? Lydia shuddered at the image, not just out of fear of Mother’s wrath, but from the sheer embarrassment she’d feel herself. She clenched her thighs, gritted her teeth, and tried to will her sphincter to remain shut. But, the sheer volume of liquid pushing its way downward was causing her pelvic muscles to slacken and lose strength. A massive spasm ricocheted through her body, and a hand dove beneath the table cloth so she could cup herself. She looked around, no one could tell where her hand was, thankfully, but the awful shock of the jolt had startled her. And now her bladder was throbbing with even more violence. She couldn’t take it much more. She really couldn’t. It was just too much. Too much liquid. Too much urine. All of it sloshing and pressing and bearing down on her with so much power that— Another spasm hit, even worse than the last, and a spurt of warmth wet her clothing and the hand pressed against it. What now? What now? This was a total emergency, and if she didn’t find an excuse to leave soon, she would have an accident! She had to leave. She had to! “Mama,” Pauline said, tugging the sleeve of Mother’s dress. Mother kept chatting to the person beside her, ignoring Pauline. “Mama?” Pauline tried once more, and Mother turned to her angrily. “What?” Mother demanded. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of—“ “I have to go pee!” Pauline whined. Mother grimaced, “We’re having a meal,” she said. “Do not talk about that at the table.” “But, Mama. I really hafta—“ Mother groaned, as if the basic tasks of childcare were insurmountable burdens to her. Which, Lydia considered, they kind of were. “Lydia,” Mother said. “Please, go take care of your sister.” Ordinarily, all care for Pauline fell onto Lydia. Lydia didn’t mind it. She loved her sister and liked to spend time with her. And, she definitely didn’t mind it now. Finally, she was gonna get to use the toilet! With eagerness, Lydia stood, took Pauline’s hand and walked briskly from the dining room. It was not easy to walk normally without a hand between her thighs, and each step brought new, fresh waves of pain tearing through her bloated bladder. She and Pauline made it into the hallway. Finally, she’d almost made it. Now, where was the restroom? Lydia was grateful to live in New York City for a whole host of reasons, good public transit, lots of things to do, beautiful buildings… But, what she was most grateful for now was the fact that everyone lived in an apartment. Even the grotesquely wealthy like Mother’s friends. True, this was an above-average sized apartment. But still, it was an apartment. Not a massive, sprawling home that she’d never be able to find a toilet in. It only took a few tries to locate the room she most needed to visit. But, then she remembered her sister had to go too. It was her responsibility as the older one, the one who should have a much finer mastery over her bladder, to allow Pauline to go first. She did this, and stood outside the door, shifting from foot to foot as she listened to liquid pattering… Until she mis-stepped in those god-awful shoes and nearly tumbled right over again. The shock as she tried to re-steady herself and get a grip caused a long, long jet of urine to spray down her legs. After she’d righted herself and dared to look down, there was a dark patch on her clothes, and an obvious trail of liquid going down one of her bare legs. She placed both hands between her legs and fought not to shift her feet around anymore. Moving her legs was obviously way too dangerous in these heels. Hopefully, the wet spots could be cleaned up once she got into the restroom. At least Pauline finished fast, when she came out she told Lydia to flush the toilet for her. She had yet to get over her fear of the sound it made, ordinarily Lydia would try to persuade her that it wasn’t going to hurt her, but she hadn’t the time. She put her hand on the doorknob, one of them still crammed between her legs. “Lydia?” Pauline asked. “Are you having a ‘mergency like I was?” Lydia cringed and nodded, digging her hand more firmly against herself. “You shoulda said!” Pauline said. “I woulda let you go before, so you don’t have an accident!” Lydia fought down the embarrassment of having her much younger sister express concern over her ability to control her bladder. She pushed open the door, rushed inside, and locked it. She saw the toilet, and almost peed herself right then. ‘Just a few more seconds,’ she told herself. ‘Just a few. You can make it. You’re strong. You can easily lift fifty pound weights, you can certainly handle a few more seconds of holding it.’ Her hands went up to the waistband of her pants and— She realized then that she was not wearing sweatpants like she usually did. She was, in fact, wearing a romper. This was her fist time wearing such an asinine garment, and she thought back over how she put it on. She realized with utmost dismay that she was gonna have to take this thing completely off. She glanced down, and realized that she would need to get through at least fifteen ridiculously small buttons before she would be able to pee. She turned sharply away from the toilet, so it would hopefully stop taunting her with the promise of relief that was still so far from her grasp. She turned a bit too sharply and nearly fell over once again, losing an enormous hiss of pee in the process. Frustrated, she kicked off the obnoxious murder shoes and set to work with the buttons. A few minutes later, she’d only managed to get through a couple of them, the result of her hands repeatedly needing to plunge back between her thighs as dribbles and drips continually assailed her clothing. When her hands weren’t doing all the work of holding back her tide, they were trembling like they did whenever she was nervous about a big game. It was not easy to work a button when your hand was spasming like crazy. Multiple times, Lydia thought about just ripping the romper from her body with brute force. She definitely had the strength to accomplish the task, but she didn’t have the strength to either beg Pauline to swipe her something new to wear from around the apartment, or return to the dinner party naked. And she certainly didn’t have the strength to endure Mother’s wrath after the discovery of the ruined romper. At last, she’d gotten enough of the buttons apart that she could manage to push the annoying garment down her body, allowing it to pool at her ankles before hobbling to the toilet and flinging herself onto the seat. After such an intense, aggravating and exhausting ordeal, it took a few seconds for everything to register. Her clothing was down. And she was sitting on a toilet. A quiet, slow trickle was all it was at first, but it only took a matter of seconds for that to build into a thunderous roar of liquid. The intensity defied belief. She felt herself evaporating from the planet, so caught up she was in the intense pleasure. All her mind could comprehend was the bliss of her relief as it blasted into the water. Her body was no longer under her control at all. She tipped her head back, back falling against the lid of the toilet, swimming in a practically half-conscious state of pure, wondrous release. She was barely able to keep her eyes open at all. This was Heaven. This was perfect, amazing Heaven. Lydia continued to powerblast the toilet for over a minute and a half, before she started to finally slow down, a handful of dribbles spattering the water below her, and then at last her bladder was spent. She would have liked to savor the moment a bit longer, but they had already been gone for too long and Mother would be upset. As fast as she could, she cleaned herself up, flushed the toilet, put the romper back on and washed her hands. She left the restroom, her hair slightly frazzled and her body a bit sweaty from the time spent fighting to get her clothes out of the way. “Wow,” Pauline said. “I’ve never heard so much at once!” Lydia looked down, “Um, yeah. Maybe don’t say anything about that at the table?”
  12. Version 1.0 (Update 12)

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    An game found from another site, explore and run freely around the campus. seems unfinished but playable, can buy various things like food, clothes, diapers, toys wasd run around uj change camera zoom hk change camera angle q inventory e interact c crawl
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  13. A/N: This commission was originally posted as two separate stories, hence the long title, cos I stitched the two together. There are a lot of instances of wetting, but the fic overal focuses on Rachel, and then Bettie. Also there's some mild sexual content at one point, in the form of a couple getting walked in on while doing the do Rachel has a pretty busy job, doing whatever Lear needs of her. She takes that job very seriously, though maybe not quite as seriously as Sawyer. Whatever the case, the two of them are always doing their best for their master, and when he has them both patrolling Pasio to make sure that Team Break is not up to anything, she is not going to let anything get in her way. Unfortunately, that includes the needs of her own body, something that she knows she would gladly ignore for Lear’s sake, for the sake of getting her job done just right. That sounds noble in theory but, of course, it is quite a pain in practice, as she is quick to learn. From what she knows, they should be up to something today, but she is not sure what it is that that might be, nor where she can find or stop them. That is why she and Sawyer have to stay on their toes, covering as much ground as possible, and not letting anything escape their notice. At first, Rachel is not distracted by anything, taking it all as seriously as she would want to, but when she first starts to notice her need to pee, that is when the problem arises. Right away, from the moment the pang in her bladder first makes itself known, she is annoyed by that. The last thing she needs to worry about right now is needing to pee. Taking a break to go to the bathroom during such a serious situation could lead to something important escaping her notice, and for all she knows, there is someone tailing her, waiting for her to get distracted by her own needs so that they can signal for the plan to be carried out. Even a few minutes away from the action could mean a disaster, and she would not be able to show her face to Lear again after that. She would have to admit that she failed him because of her own bladder, and then what? It would be a ridiculous excuse, and she is sure that Sawyer would have words for as well. Getting a lecture from him is hardly on her list of fun things to do, so overall, she knows that she can’t go to the bathroom until she is done with her patrol, and she is honestly not sure when that is supposed to. All she can do is push the need to the back of her mind for the time being, doing whatever she can to forget about the fact that she has to pee. It is not so bad right now, just an annoyance that she would have already taken care of, if she had the freedom to do so. But in a situation where she does not have that freedom, she knows that she can hold it for a quite a while. It has been a long time since she has last had to push herself to her limits, but she is certain that she can handle a lot, that this will not be a problem. And so, she pushes that needs of her bladder to the back of her mind and focuses on the task at hand, paying close attention to everything, everywhere she goes. The only problem with that is that it is not long before she sees a reminder of her current predicament in the form of two trainers from Alola having wet themselves. At first, she has to do a double take; she can hardly believe what she is seeing, but there they are, plain as day. Hau and Selene are trying to comfort themselves, both of them with obvious stains on their shorts, stains that could only be caused by one thing. What are the odds that she would run into two trainers that have wet themselves while trying to avoid thinking about her own need to pee? It seems odd, for sure, but not completely impossible. Accidents happen, even if she would never let something like that happen to her. At least they have each other and can take comfort from that, she supposes, and she goes about her business, not stopping to stare or anything like that. It would surely make them both feel bad if they knew she was looking, so she pretends that she does not notice them, pretends that this does not make the panging in her bladder a little bit worse, and keeps on moving. It would be easy to forget that, if not for the fact that she passes another trainer in the same situation. She really thinks her eyes are playing tricks on her this time, but when she looks again, she sees Flannery doubled over, one hand against a tree to help keep her balance. The back of her pants show the obvious signs of an accident, and Rachel knows that, if she were to turn around right now, she would be able to see the wetness on her crotch as well. Probably also an upset and defeated expression on her face, but Rachel does not stick around for that to happen, once again not wanting to let the defeated trainer know that they have been spotted. But, really, what are the odds? It was one thing when it was two kids, who may have just gotten lost together or something, but it is another thing when it is a third person and an adult, so soon after the first two trainers. Is something going on that Rachel did not know about, something that might cause an inconvenience in getting to the bathroom? No, if there was something, then she would have been told about that. It could just be a very strange coincidence, so that is what she decides to file it away under, for now. However, it is not long before she happens a fourth unlucky trainer, and knows that there has to be something else going on here, something more deliberate. She can’t quite determine what that might be, guessing on her own, but whatever the case, she is almost certain that this has to be related to whatever it is that Team Break was trying to plan. Whether it be a means of lowering morale in such a simple manner, or something to get everyone distracted by their clean ups and rushing to the bathroom to try and avoid such a clean up, she can think of a lot of reasons that they might try such a low tactic. Without any proof of it, she can’t say for sure, and she is definitely not going to report it until she knows for sure, but at the very least, she has a feeling that she has a lead. “Ugh, this is such a pain,” she mutters to herself. Of all things for them to be focusing on today, it had to be something like that, when she already had to pee. And she can’t even blame her need on whatever their scheme might be; she is almost completely certain that it is entirely due to her own negligence, because she would be getting desperate at any time, after waiting this long to focus on something else. That being said, things are still rather difficult for her, specifically because of their potential plotting. Just seeing those first three trainers is bad enough, and when she lays eyes on the fourth unlucky case, it just reminds her of her own need. Just like with those first three, Rachel pretends that she does not notice Whitney, in tears over her soaked shorts, but while she walks away, the pang in her bladder reminds her that that is her potential fate as well, that she could end up in that exact situation if she is not careful. But what is it that is causing all these people to end up peeing themselves at once? It is definitely not a coincidence, but her patrol has turned up no evidence of foul play yet. She has not heard anything back from Sawyer, either, but she is sure that he would be communicating with her if he knew that something was up. Without evidence of her own, she doubts he would take anything that she has to say all that seriously, especially when it is about something like this, but surely, if he had figured it out, he would be talking to her about it. With that in mind, she sees no reason to try and ask him about it, not until she has heard something for herself, or found some explanation for what is going on. She hates that she has to keep her eyes peeled for more accidents when she would rather not think about that right now, but this is her job, and she is not going to stop taking it seriously for even a moment. Not for her own bladder, whether it be for a bathroom break or because she just want to make holding it easier. No matter what, she is going to see it through to the end. For the most part, she can be described as rather careless and playful, but not when it comes to the work that Lear has given her. She is nothing but determined in that way, and so, she ignores the ache, she ignores the strong urges, and she presses on, looking everywhere for any further signs of this plot she is sure must be underway. It does not take her long, and she reflexively presses her thighs together upon the next scene she finds. Erika, Janine, and Sabrina are all soaked together, all looking absolutely miserable, trying to comfort one another while barely able to find comfort themselves. It was definitely too much for them, whatever happened, and now they are all visibly wet, with anyone who sees them bound to be able to tell what has happened. Rachel ducks her head down quickly when Sabrina looks in her direction, and hurries off as swiftly as she can. Perhaps she should stick around to question them, rather than worrying so much about whether or not they will feel worse, knowing that someone has seen then. Really, she is not sure what she should do; it is likely that, if some external force is causing these accidents, then they would not even realize that this had happened to them. She really would just be making them feel worse about it, while also further endangering herself. She tries to push that last thought out of her mind, tries to forget her own need once again. Though she wants to avoid wetting herself at all costs, she can’t put that first. Of course, every step she takes is like agony to her, and the constant reminders in the form of seeing so many wet trainers…all of this is more than she is equipped to handle. Rachel really should take a break soon, and even though she has been telling herself from the start that that is selfish, that she can’t miss out on anything when she is patrolling for Lear, she is starting to slip, her desire to empty her bladder getting the better of her. Rachel can’t remember ever forcing herself to hold for this long. She has not had to pee this badly in a very long time, if ever. This is torture, plain and simple, and if she sees anymore wet trainers, she really does not know how long her willpower is going to hold out. Perhaps finding the answer to this problem can wait until after she has solved her own problem, and if she goes quickly, maybe she can justify it, maybe she can get back outside fast enough that she does not miss anything. The more she thinks about it, the more it starts to sound like a better idea. Like this, she is too distracted to make progress, but if she weren’t so desperate, maybe she could bring herself to interview the victims. They might not be too keen on talking about their accidents, but at the very least, she would be able to try, rather than flinching away every time she happened to notice someone with soaked clothes. With all that in mind, she decides that she needs to look for a bathroom now, and worry about her patrol later. Even though she wants to be able to put work first, she does not want to end up wetting herself either, and her desperation is actively making it harder for her to get her work done. She needs to pee too badly to do anything else, and so she sets off, cursing the fact that she is so far from where a public bathroom would be. The trip is going to be a lengthy one, or at least it is going to feel that way when she is bursting like this, and would do anything to make it go faster. The only thing that she can do right now is keep her focus on the task ahead of her, to keep her eyes on the path and not worry about anything other than making it before the worst happens. That is the plan, but it seems like everywhere she goes, she is doomed to run into someone else who has wet themselves, another person to remind her of the frantic pangs coming from her bladder, more and more frequently now. If she looks off to the side of the path one direction, she can see Nessa and Elesa having to pause a battle because they both gave into their bladders with no warning. If she looks further ahead, there are Gloria, Hop, and Marnie, all looking stunned and then bashful, as they try and process what is happening around them. If she keeps moving forward, she just sees more and more, trainers of all sorts, of all ages and with all sorts of backgrounds, all succumbing to the same phenomenon that has left what must be half the island soaking wet. The fact that she is even holding on at all is a miracle on its own, but she is not sure how much longer she can keep doing that. Rachel has never had to pee this badly in all her life, has never been so frantic, and now, she does not care what she looks like, just as long as she does not end up like the others. It is not as if any of them are in any sort of position to judge her for what she does to hold it, and when she jams a hand between her legs to hold herself while she walks, she forces herself to ignore her shame. After all, it is not as if it’s Lear looking at her right now, and her master is the only one she cares about looking cool in front of. An indignant shriek draws her attention, and she sees Clair soaked through, with Lyra holding herself while she tries to comfort her. Rachel knows that she should look away before it happens, but her eyes are trained on Lyra as the girl gives into her own bladder, whimpering as she wets her overalls. Seeing an active accident like that, actually witnessing it as it happens, is really too much, and Rachel whimpers, tightening her grip on herself as she tries to move faster. It is hard to walk too quickly in her current condition, what with how absolutely bursting she is. Moving too quickly feels like it could jostle her too much and cause her to lose control. Not only that, but keeping her steps steady when she has a hand between her leg is rather difficult as well, so she just does the best she can, moving as quickly as the situation will allow her, and hoping that she is moving quickly enough. The bathroom can’t be too far away from her now, and if she looks in the direction she can hear wailing from, she is sure she will see a very distraught, very wet Rosa, so it is best to just ignore that completely. And it is best to just look away when she happens to catch a glimpse of Iris, who has recently lost control, and if she just keeps walking, she can easily ignore the gathering of the Unova Elite Four, all of whom have fallen victim to the same strange happening. A meeting of champions leaves Diantha, Steven, and Cynthia all confused about how this could have happened to them, and Wally and May do their best to console each other, while Rachel keeps walking on, the bathroom finally in sight. Just a little bit longer now, and there isn’t even a line, probably because the bulk of the population has already wet themselves. She can make it now, she just has to take a few more steps to get inside, and then… When Rachel finds herself unable to take another step, she already knows that she has lost. Whether she wants to accept it or not, she has lost, and so, she is left there, standing right outside the bathroom, just moments away from relief, when she gives in and starts to wet herself, just like everyone else. But it isn’t just like everyone else, cos she has no one to blame for this but herself. Nothing strange happened to her; she just held it for long and let her pride get in the way, and now her leggings have completely soaked through as her bladder continues to empty. Rachel knows that it could be a lot worse, that she could have done this when she was the only one to wet herself, and that would have been a lot more humiliating. But even that knowledge does not soften the blow too much, because she did not want this to happen to begin with. There is nothing she can do to change what has happened now, though. She just has to get herself cleaned up, and then focus on getting to the bottom of all the mystery wettings. ~X~ Something is definitely going on around here, and Bettie is determined to get to the bottom of it. It is not all that uncommon for strange things to happen on Pasio, usually connected to some sort of scheme at the hands of Team Break. With all that in mind, she knows that it is rare for weird coincidences to really be coincidences, and this seems like something more likely to be the result of something, rather than just suddenly happening. Of course, when it comes to figuring out the motive for creating mass wettings, or even the means, Bettie can’t say that she has the answer to either question. But that is why she is on the case right now, searching for answers amongst the trainers that have soaked themselves and do not know why. If it were just one incident, it would be nothing to even pay attention. Even two or three could be a coincidence, if they were spread out enough. But this is so much more than that, and and usually happening in groups all at once. Bettie knows that that is not something she can chalk up to a weird coincidence, especially when it is trainers who should have a better handle on themselves, who do not tend to find themselves having accidents like this. After witnessing a few, she is on the case, though she is not exactly doing as well as she could be. Bettie has to pee, but she does not want to let that take priority over what she is trying to investigate. Especially when it might help her out, considering peeing tends to be at the source of every situation. Not that she really wants to be desperate, let alone end up in a situation where she wets herself like the other trainers have, but if she can get some clues…well, she is not going to think much further on it. She just knows that she can find some way to help if she tries hard enough, that she just has to find the answer that she is looking for. And to do that, she needs to find more desperate trainers, not wasting any time on herself when she could spend that time searching. It does not take her long to find Jasmine and Kris together, walking in the direction of the center that Bettie just departed from not long ago. It is clear enough that neither of them are doing all that great right now, that both are struggling to walk. Normally, she might not pay attention to that, might not even notice or at least would not pay extra attention once she did notice, not wanting to embarrass either of them, but as things are, she is pretty sure this is exactly what she has been looking for. Their embarrassment might help her save others from a similar fate, if she can get anything out of them. Both are stumbling a bit, keeping their thighs tightly pressed together while they walk, looks of discomfort on their faces. It seems that they were out training together when the sudden urge hit them- but then, Bettie doesn’t know that that is exactly what happens. “Did you two suddenly have to pee out of nowhere?” she asks them, and they both look at her with confused expressions on their faces. It really is a weird thing to just ask with no warning, but as far as she is concerned, it is what she needs to do, if she is going to get answers. Dragging things out or beating around the bush is not going to help anyone right now. “What are you talking about?” Kris asks, face going red, as if she is still trying to hide it, even when it is written all over her face that she is bursting. Bettie has fallen into step beside them, so that they are not delayed in their journey to the bathroom. “Come on, anyone could tell,” Jasmine replies, her voice strained. She reaches down to press a hand between her legs, not seeming to care what she is doing, at least beyond her bright red face, betraying her humiliation. “We were just out there training together, and then, suddenly…” “Yeah,” Kris agrees with a nod, giving up her attempts to hide it pretty quickly. “We were both fine one second, and the next, I felt like I could burst, and it didn’t seem like Jasmine was doing any better. Now, we’re just hurrying back to the center. But…why are you asking?” “How did you know that?” Jasmine adds. “It’s been happening all over, or at least I think it is,” Bettie replies. “I’ve seen more people wet themselves today then I have in all my life.” Groaning, Kris says, “Don’t even talk about something like that! We’re about to lose it as is!” “I’m sorry. It’s just, it seemed like a strange coincidence, and I’m pretty sure Team Break is behind it. I heard they were on the move lately, and even though this seems like a weird scheme, it sure is sudden for this to start happening, and there have been no other signs of activity on their part,” Bettie explains. “I’ve got to figure out what’s going on to make sure this stops happening.” “I wish I could tell you more, but that was it,” Kris says. “Right. It was just out of nowhere. I didn’t notice anything strange going on in the area beforehand, or anything like that,” Jasmine finishes. Bettie sighs. “Well, I appreciate the information either way. And good lu-” She does not even get to finish what she is saying before Jasmine suddenly stops, blush darkening as she lets out a soft gasp. It is suddenly obvious that she is not doing well at all, that she has no chance of making it, not when the Pokemon Center is still so far away. And then, before Bettie’s eyes, she starts to wet herself, a dark patch forming on the front of her dress. Kris tries to keep going, tries to ignore what is happening behind her as she does, but her own bladder can hardly keep up with this, and it only takes her a few more steps before she is met with the same fate. Her knees buckle as she has to stop, trying to hold herself to slow the leaks, but there is nothing that she can do about it. Bettie is left somewhere between the two of them as they both lose control, a puddle already forming on the ground at Jasmine’s feet, while Kris’s shorts are stained a darker shade of yellow, before it begins running down her legs. Bettie can think of nothing to say to them now, and feels almost responsible for this, even though she knows that she did not actually do anything to make them unable to hold it. Whatever this is, some darker forces are at play, and she still needs to find out what is going on. She could not help these two, but that does not mean she is completely useless, or out for the count. She just needs to keep searching for answers, and so, she leaves them to have their privacy and gets on with it, hoping that she has better luck next time, that she can get more information. More than that, she finds herself passing by incidents that have already occurred, where the trainers seem too upset to want to talk to her about it. She does not bother approaching those that are caught up in that, certain that they are not going to have much to offer, and that they are going to be less willing to talk about the situation when they are trying to come to terms with the fact that this has actually happened to them. So many dignified adult trainers are falling victim to this, perhaps even more so than children, which really proves that this is out of the ordinary. And it certainly makes sense for them to be upset about it. Bettie is doing a good job ignoring her own feelings, at the very least. For the most part, she does not notice the twinges from her bladder, even though they are quite frustrating. She can afford to ignore that for a while yet, which makes her think it is not really connected to what is going on right now. It was not a sudden and intense urge, and if she were experiencing what everyone else has been, she is pretty sure that she would have wet herself by now, that it would have been too intense for her to handle. So she presses on, pretty sure this is just a natural urge, and one that she can continue holding for a while yet, while she tries to find the answers that she needs. There are plenty of trainers out here, and plenty more that have not wet themselves yet, have not gotten that desperate yet. Searching around, she soon comes upon a meeting of the Unova Elite Four that seems to be interrupted by their desperation. She wonders if she should approach and start questioning yet, or if they are not in any condition to deal with her pestering right now. This time, she decides to just try watching them, to see what any of them do about it, and see if she can’t get some new information from simply observing this in action, all while trying to ignore the way this makes her bladder ache a little bit, growing impatient as she watches the four of them try and fight their desperation. They are out here pretty far, so getting to a bathroom is more than likely out of the question for them right now. But they are also right in front of each other, and even if they have been working together for several years, that does not mean that they are close enough to be that eager to expose themselves in front of one another. There is a tense silence, each of them staring the others down, and Bettie wonders if it is to the point that even moving would be too much to handle. If that is the case, then they are just stalemating for now. It is Shauntal who loses control first, unable to take the growing pressure anymore, and not able to figure out a way to get out of here, not that she would have made it very far before losing control anyway. Her knees buckle as she shoves a hand under her dress, trying to do what she can to keep it from happening, but it is too late. Her tights are soon growing darker with the evidence of her accident, with Bettie unable to bring herself to turn away from it. It is not a matter of control, or who is better at holding it, not when there are other matters at play. If only she knew what was causing this to happen so suddenly, or why it is so intense and so random. All she knows is that she would not expect Marshal to be the second to lose control, if these were normal circumstances, but he groans and hangs his head as he begins to wet himself, and Grimsley is not far behind him, losing it in the moment, and soaking his pants with a sharp sigh. Caitlin does try to fight it then, and even goes so far as to turn around and try to step forward, but that is all she is able to manage. She has her hand pressed into her lap, dress pressed right against her, so when she starts to wet herself, a damp spot grows on her dress, and she is not able to stop it before it has already grown too much to ignore. She can’t help it anymore than anyone else can, and so, she just gives up, stopping and whimpering as she begins to pee herself full force. The four of them all look defeated and confused, and already, Bettie is pretty certain she is not going to get anything new out of them if she questions them. It seems like they would just give her the same answers that Kris and Jasmine did, and she wonders if she needs to find people who have not yet gotten caught up in the desperation, to observe them until it happens. The only problem with that being that she has no idea if they are going to get struck with it or not. There is no real way to predict how or when it is going to show up, no guarantee that everyone is going to end up in that situation. After all, she is still free and clear, not counting the natural urge that had already been building up in her. Maybe that is a factor? Maybe whatever they are doing can’t override it if you already have to go? Bettie has no idea how that would make sense but, at the same time, she does not really understand how any of this works. In that way, it makes sense that none of this makes sense to her. And that just makes it that much harder not to get discouraged in her search, especially when she knows that she does not want to have to wet herself either. She would rather avoid that if she can, and right now, there is nothing stopping her from going to the bathroom before it gets too bad. But she is already searching, and she might as well do what she can to keep pursuing that truth. If she can help anyone at all, she wants to, and that means putting her own needs second. Besides, it is not that bad yet, and if she were in the middle of a battle, or something like that, she would not even allow herself to be distracted by it, just pushing it out of her mind until it was over with. That means that she is just fine for now, that she can keep going for a while yet. So what should she do next? She still has no answers for that, but she can at least keep looking for people, in the hope that inspiration might strike, or some sort of answer might reveal itself. Her search soon brings her to a clearing where she can see Mallow and Lana battling each other, and she decides to hide and watch for a little while. If nothing happens after a couple minutes, she supposes she can give up and leave, but she just wants to see if either one of them gets struck by the sudden desperation, and if she can figure out what is triggering it. Just a little while, perhaps until their battle is done, and if nothing has happened by then, she can give up and look for someone else, and hope for some results then. Of course, the battle is not easy for her to watch, not with Lana’s specialty being in Water Pokemon. It makes Bettie squirm a bit from where she watches, her need making itself a lot more known in the moment. She bites her lip and tries to forget that, tries to focus only on the girls in front of her, and what they are dealing with. Both seem fine right now, but there is still a chance that they might- There! A troubled expression crosses Mallow’s face as a Water attack misses her Pokemon and gets a little too close to her. As she crosses her legs, Lana starts shifting as well, the urge definitely striking her as well, neither of them able to conceal it once it hits. Their desperation is so immediately obvious, and Bettie could not look away if she wanted to, so curious to see what will happen next. Mallow holds herself, hands jammed between her legs as she says, “Wait, could we maybe take a break? And finish training later?” “I agree,” Lana mumbles, rubbing her legs together. “Why don’t we just…you know…” She looks off in the direction of a bush, clearly already so desperate that she is rendered shameless. Well, it is obvious enough that they are not going to make it to any sort of bathroom already, so there is no point in trying to have shame. They just need to do whatever they can to try and avoid making a mess of their clothes. But they don’t even have time for that. Bettie watches them scramble as they try to figure out what to do with their Pokemon, and that takes too long, though it is entirely possible that it would not have mattered what they did. They were destined to lose control either way, destined to end up wetting themselves just like this. Mallow and Lana lose control at nearly the same instant, so close together that Bettie can’t actually tell which of them loses it first. All she knows is that there are soon dark patches spreading on Mallow’s overalls and on Lana’s pants, and that both girls are gasping and whimpering, groaning as they try and fight it, even though stopping it at this point is completely impossible. A mess is made of their clothes, their streams quite impressive for something that came on out of nowhere. All at once, Bettie realizes that she should probably leave quickly, before they realize that she was watching them, furthering their embarrassment. From what she was able to see, nothing special happened, but perhaps she just missed something. She is not sure, and it is starting to get really discouraging. How is she going to figure out the source of this if it all seems completely random, and how is she going to stop it from happening again if she can’t figure out what the source is? The longer she takes, the more people are going to end up wetting themselves. Her search out here is not doing much for her, so maybe she should try and find somewhere else to look. Also, maybe she should take advantage of the chance to go to the bathroom, if she has such a chance along the way. The bathroom would not be the worst place to try and investigate, if not for the fact that it does not seem a lot of people get the chance to make it there. On second thought, maybe that is not the best idea. Though she would love to relieve herself, she knows that she can keep holding it, and that she has more important things to focus on. She will try and look elsewhere, and if she really can’t hold it anymore, then she will take a chance to pop in the bathroom. But the most important thing is to find more trainers to try and find answers from, to see if she notices absolutely anything going on around them that might give a clue. She heads to the residential area of the island, where people have been staying while on the island. It would be easier to reach a bathroom here for any desperate parties, and she is kind of curious if it is completely impossible, or if any of them would make it, should they be close enough. If not, that might mean that there is something in place to ensure they wet themselves, desperation ramped up if they get too close to a bathroom. If that is the case, it would imply some method to watch them, and more direct control. Bettie still can’t even wrap her head around how something like that would be possible, but she is determined to find out, if that is the case. Rather than happening upon desperate trainers searching for a bathroom, though, she finds something else. Despite being close enough to their rooms to do this somewhere more private, Bettie happens upon N and Hilda in a very intimate situation, tucked behind one of the buildings. They are so wrapped up in this that they do not even notice her approach, and Bettie finds herself frozen in place, so curious that she can’t bring herself to leave. This is different from what drove her to hide and watch Mallow and Lana, but she is embarrassed by how eager she is, and though she tries to urge herself to leave before it gets too weird, she just can’t. They are so wrapped up in each other that nothing else seems to matter to them, but just when Bettie is finally starting to convince herself that she is not going to get any useful information here, and that she is wasting valuable time by standing around watching, something happens. They are suddenly both very uncomfortable, despite their pleasure, and it is obvious enough what the cause of that is. “Just a second,” N groans, as he forces himself to pull back. Either they are comfortable enough with each other that this is not embarrassing, or have done this before, or their desperation is that great that neither of them actually care. Whatever the case, he has no issue peeing on the ground right next to her, sighing in relief as he lets himself give into that sudden desperation. It does not really count as wetting himself, but Bettie highly doubts that he would have been able to make it to a proper bathroom, had he decided to get up and try. Hilda, on the other hand, does not seem to intend to pee, but when he starts going, she can’t help herself. All at once, she whimpers and loses control, but since she is naked, it has no real negative consequences. Soon enough, a relieved expression comes over her face, and she does not seem nearly as bothered by this. It must feel good to just let go like this, and Bettie finds herself squeezing her thighs together in envy, once again asking herself if it is really worth trying to hold it just for this. But she reminds herself that she needs to find answers, and when N and Hilda immediately get right back to what they were doing, acting as if they were not even interrupted, she knows that she is not going to get the answers that she needs here. Finally, she is able to convince herself to turn and leave before they notice her, and she wonders if that was even worth it. All she got was a show she really should not have seen, and she still has no idea what any of this has to do with the mass desperation and wettings. She has no idea where to go to here, which makes her realize that she has not really had any idea from the start. She has just been blindly chasing the answers, without knowing where to look for them, without having even the slightest idea what could have been causing this. It is only now, as she wanders the streets, that she realizes she was completely unprepared for this, and that she might not be able to help at all. It is easy to get discouraged when she thinks about it like that, but she shakes her head, trying to forget that negative thought. While it is true that she might be chasing nothing here, that is no reason for her to give it. She does not know that for sure, and if there is even the slightest chance that she might be able to help, she needs to keep looking. Even if her bladder is protesting the delays, even if she is very aware of how close to a few public bathrooms that she is. Not until she is able to get a solid clue, and until she knows for sure that her own need to pee is not connected to this somehow, and every bit as hopeless as anyone who is subjected to the sudden and intense desperation. “Hey, Bettie! What are you up to out here?” Dawn calls to her. Bettie turns to see her walking alongside Serena, the two of them looking as if they just got back from baking together. Neither one of them seems to be struggling at all, and they are both dry, at least as far as Bettie can tell. “I think Team Break might be up to something, and I’m trying to figure that out,” she replies. “Oh no, for real?” Serena groans. “Do you have any idea what they’re doing?” “Kind of? I’m not really sure how they’re doing it, though, so that’s what I’m searching for,” Bettie says. She is careful not to give them any further information, not wanting to influence what may happen to them, or how they may react. She decides to walk with them for a little while, just to see if anything happens. Though she noticed nothing when she watched Mallow and Lana from afar, there is a chance that she might have better luck if she is up close and personal when it happens. If it happens, but by now, she is pretty sure that it is inevitable, and that, since the two of them have not wet themselves yet, they are the right people to be watching. “Is there anything we can do to help?” Dawn asks. “I don’t know. I’m just trying to keep my eyes peeled for any suspicious activity, and you two can do the same,” Bettie replies. “Come to think of it, I have noticed something really weird. I mean, I wouldn’t think it would be connected, but since you mentioned it…I mean, I can’t think of any other reason why it would be happening,” she continues. “Are you talking about what happened with Siebold?” Serena asks. “And those girls we saw on the way over here,” Dawn agrees with a nod. Though Bettie is pretty sure she already knows what they are talking about, she asks them to fill her in. It turns out, while they were baking, they witnessed Siebold wetting himself, and on their way back, they saw a group of female trainers in the same situation. They also thought it was strange that it happened to so many people, and they do not even know just how often it has been occurring all over. “Yeah, that was what I was-” Bettie starts, cut off when the two of them both gasp at once, eyes going wide. There is no time to further discuss things, because they have both been caught up in the rapid desperation as well, neither one of them able to fight it off once it takes hold of them, and neither able to understand where it came from, when they had both been feeling just fine up until this point. “Sorry, but I really need to-” Dawn starts, trying to excuse herself. However, it is already too late for her to do anything about it. “Me too, I…” Serena trails off, meeting the same fate. She can only watch as they both wet themselves at exactly the same time. It is unlikely enough that the two of them would have it happen at once, but they are not even the only pair that has had this happen. If Bettie did not already know that this was Team Break’s doing, this encounter alone would be enough to make her suspicious. Instead, it just leaves her feeling bad for both of them, as they wet themselves right in the middle of the street, probably close to where they were trying to go in the first place. Their adorable outfits are ruined by the contents of their previously empty bladders, a very impressive amount, all things considered. And Bettie just watches them both, unable to help them, and also unable to turn around and give them the privacy that they need. She squeezes her thighs together, finding that her own urge is getting worse due to watching the two of them. The puddles on the ground are sizable by the time they are both empty, and Bettie feels her need even worse than ever before. There is an awkward silence before one of the girls speak up. “I guess that came on out of nowhere because of something that Team Break is doing?” Dawn asks. “I don’t know exactly how they’re doing it, but that seems like the most likely explanation,” Bettie replies. “Did you notice anything at all out of the ordinary?” She is not surprised by the fact that neither of them did. To them, everything was just like normal, up until the moment that it wasn’t anymore, and it was the same when they saw it happen to others. No matter what she looks into or how she tries to investigate things, there is never any sign of what is going on, no answers that might actually lead her to the truth. This is the perfect scheme, in terms of being impossible to trace and therefore impossible to put a stop to, but the actual purpose is still unknown. More than likely, this is meant to decrease morale and create a distraction from what they are really planning on doing, but Bettie can’t even figure that much out. No matter what, it all seems to be completely hopeless, and her own need to pee is getting so bad that she can hardly stand it. She does not want to give up on everything right now, but ultimately, she knows that she is getting nowhere fast, and like that, it is hard not to succumb to the bad feelings, and hard not to want to throw in the towel and stop caring about what happens. She is close enough to a bathroom that she can definitely make it, once Dawn and Serena have gone their separate ways, needing to get changed and cleaned up. Bettie is just about to decide to do that, when she gets a call on her Poryphone. “Hello?” she asks, trying to keep any strain out of her voice. “Bettie? It’s Paulo,” the voice on the other end says. Her rival does not often call her unless it is something important, and she is pretty sure she has a good idea what he is calling about. “Look, I don’t want to say too much over the phone in case someone is listening in, but…well, me and Tina have noticed some really weird things happening around, and we wanted to see if you could meet up and talk about it?” Bettie does not know what talking about it on the phone could really hurt, even if Team Break is somehow tapping their phones, but she decides not to argue on that. As much as she wants to go to the bathroom, she knows that, if Paulo and Tina have been on the case too, then that means things are serious, and that she should not try and ignore the situation to focus on herself. She can hold it a little bit longer; this has been her sign that she needs to keep trying, rather than giving up. “I’ll be right there,” she replies. She wonders if either of them have wet themselves yet, or if they have been lucky, like her. Well, she would not call herself completely lucky, considering she does really have to go, and will have to do something about that sooner rather than later, but the need has built up naturally, and she is not going to be forced to wet herself, or anything like that. Whatever the case, she just wonders if either of them have been victims of the situation yet or not, if they have just noticed it in others or experienced it all firsthand. She can focus on things just a little bit longer, if the three of them can put their heads together and figure this out. For all she knows, they have more information, something that might actually help her make some progress. Maybe, if all three of them work together, this will not be a problem for much longer, and no one will have to suddenly wet themselves, without even having a chance to go to the bathroom. By the time Bettie realizes that this was a bad idea, she is too far gone to turn back and head to the bathroom, but as she goes, she realizes maybe she should have taken a break after all. It would not have taken that much time, and she would have still been able to meet up with the two of them, once she had taken care of that. It’s just that now, she really does feel like she could wet herself at any moment, and is starting to understand just how desperate everyone else must have felt, while they were brought to the very edge of control, struggling for those last futile seconds before they lost all control. She really does not want to lose control, but she can’t turn back now. The other two are waiting for her, and she will figure something out after she talks to them. She will figure something out once she reaches her destination, if she has to, but she is not going to let anything delay her from at least getting there, and seeing what happens. Even if each step makes her feel like her bladder is about to burst, even if she has to pee worse than she ever has in all her life. Even if every step makes her realize how stupid it was for her to keep holding it while she investigated, when her slowly building desperation has done nothing to help her understand the sudden desperation at all. But Paulo and Tina are right in front of her now, just a little further to go before she reaches both of them. They both look dry from where she is, and neither seem to be uncomfortable at all, but for all she knows, they cleaned up after their accidents. She will not know what has happened to them until she is actually able to talk to them, but at least in the moment, she is jealous of how comfortable they look, not burdened by their bladders in the slightest. At least, at first. But once she starts to get close enough to them that they could start talking, their expressions immediately shift, and she knows exactly what is happening to them. Paulo’s legs snap together, as he tries to fight off the urge that has just hit him, and a hand flies between Tina’s legs as she tries to hold herself, reacting on reflex, as if there is anything she can really do to delay it anymore. Bettie feels a stab of sympathy for them instead of jealousy now, but even that feeling is replaced by something else in no time at all. She has pushed herself too far, and she can’t hold it anymore. As much as she tries to fight it, holding herself just like Tina does, by the time she reaches them, she is every bit as desperate as they are. It may have built up over time and may have been entirely her own doing, but now each of them is in the same boat, and, all at once, they each lose control over their bladders before they even have a chance to start talking to each other. Bettie lets herself relax once she realizes she can’t stop it anymore. Her shoulders sag as her shorts are soaked through, and she tries not to let her shame take her, even though she knows it is all her own fault. No one else has to know that, of course, and as far as Tina and Paulo know, she was just hit at the same time as them. Either way, the two of them end up just as soaked as she is, and since they are far from the only ones to have wet themselves today, there is at least no need to worry about anyone else making a big deal out of it. Now that her bladder is empty, and now that she has her friends to help her, Bettie hopes that she can actually get to the bottom of this. - If you're interested in my writing updates, please join my discord server! https://discord.gg/xUrPXDH I stream here, and the chat is locked when there isn't a stream going on, so for the most part, it's only posts that are updates from me
  14. A short film I stumbled upon on Vimeo a while back. Basic plot: a young adult named Emma who has wet the bed her "entire adult life" finds a support group and slowly comes to accept it enough to admit her bedwetting to the group. One explicit scene of Emma in a wet bed near the end; another implied wetting scene at the beginning. Diapers are seen on Emma's nightstand but she is never seen in one.
  15. For a woman (with a vulva) to pee standing through the fly of her jeans may be the “holy grail” of transgressive peeing. To do so neatly, though, seems damn near impossible. After countless searching, I have come across not a single example in video or descriptive form. Usually her jeans end up soaked. One commentator on another board argued that the problem lies, not with female anatomy, but with clothing design: the zipper ends way to high to allow for a clear shot. Naturally, that led me to wonder, what if the zipper were longer—like, a lot longer. Turns out, a tailor-made fly of this kind exists: https://ziphers.com (see also https://sheflyapparel.com, but the dual-zipper design does no favors here). Zip Hers is intended for squatting in the woods, but could it be re-purposed for a standing pee—into a toilet or urinal, even? Chime in, ladies. Have any of you ever tried this? Did it work? And if you haven’t, do you think it could, or would random spray or dribbles wet the pants regardless? My inquiring mind is dying to know.
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    A game I found from this website: https://w.atwiki.jp/omogame/pages/14.html In this game, you play as a princess who needs to pee after being kidnapped by a demon lord. You must complete several puzzles in order to escape the castle you're captured in. It's currently untranslated, but doesn't require any reading to complete. There is a secondary .exe included that will give you a guide to each puzzle when used with the save files you are prompted to create before each one. Requires RPGMaker 2000 RTP and a Japanese system locale to run.
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  17. Does anyone know who this is and where they have more content? Goodness she’s hot. https://mega.nz/file/62Q12IaT#2ODKGPY5YvuJR3w5bGU0OheIJfnGxjVMIe89BEf9pUU
  18. This is a story I already posted on other sites; thought I should try sharing here and see if it gets any interest. Not sure I got the tagging right (what's the difference between "Participating Genders" and "Participant Genders"?), but here goes… The Baby Makers Chapter 1. Country House It was a grand old house, in the middle of nowhere. Not like a country estate owned by some old, rich person. No, this was literally in the middle of nowhere; as far as it was possible to get from a public road. There were disused quarries in between, forests long since given back to impenetrable walls of thorns, and acres of scrubby grasslands where the quality of the soil was too low to make commercial farming worthwhile. It wasn’t even high enough, or pretty enough, for hikers to come and trade footprints for photographs. They had to have chosen the place deliberately. Ana walked slowly up to the front doors, looking all around her as her shoes crunched on the gravel. Long lines of trees. Formal gardens, which must have cost a fortune to maintain, made a three-acre island in the middle of the wilderness. The grounds were immaculately set out, but there was no sign of gardeners tending to the displays. The house itself rose up ahead, three floors of impressive red brick. As she came closer Ana took a look inside, to find out what exactly these people were doing. She couldn’t sense anything, though. The whole place was screened, and locked down tight. That wasn’t exactly a surprise, but from everything she’d heard it was rare for anyone outside of the Order to mask their business so effectively. That was more grounds for suspicion; she would have to go inside. Eventually, Ana came to the front doors. They seemed built to a slightly larger scale than normal, so the ornate brass knocker was at eye level. In fact, it seemed like the entire building was constructed a little larger than the usual size. She could immediately see a couple of reasons someone would go to the trouble of making a large house like that, and she ran through them in their mind as she waited for a response to her knock. The first reason, and the most likely, would be to intimidate potential visitors. Ana wasn’t intimidated; she was here on behalf of the Supreme Order, and no initiate of the Order was ever afraid. They had absolute control of their own minds and responses before anything else. The larger door could also be to make the building suitable for people larger than a typical human. Maybe for a yeti, or bigfoot. Maybe for genetically engineered giants, or the rangy physique of alien visitors. Ana didn’t find that at all likely, because as a member of the Order she had access to the Black Library, and so knew the facts of cryptozoology with a certainty that even the most die-hard sceptic could never aspire to. And even with screening this good, there was no way some mad scientist could have developed a growth serum without the Order knowing. The last reason that came to mind was that it would make people approaching the door feel small and weak, possibly embarrassingly so, and would thus place them at a psychological or emotional disadvantage in the coming negotiations. Ana already knew she was small and weak, but she’d never let that make her feel inferior. She might not be as strong as many of her classmates, but she knew that her intelligence, her understanding or tactics, her quick thinking, and her reflexes more than made up for any lack of raw power. And as far as embarrassment was concerned, she considered that growing up around her parents, and with a name like Andromeda Anastasia Fairchild, had inoculated her against any future self-consciousness. Whatever their tricks, they would not work today. She judged two minutes had passed now, and still no answer. She reached up to the knocker again, and slammed it down hard. It was polished brass, old metal, and heavy enough to leave you in no doubt about its purpose. Ana liked that; so much more reliable than many of modern society’s ephemeral creations. Eventually, the door started to open. Ana reflexively stepped back, not quite sure what she was expecting. She was sure they wouldn’t attack her right away, or almost sure. The Order of Supremacy wasn’t widely known, and they didn’t make many enemies. Ana was the first representative who had been dispatched to this remote house, so in all probability the people inside had no idea what she was here for. It looked like the kind of door that would give a long and ominous creak, almost like the timber was screaming. But the sound was just a little whine of metal on metal, a hinge that might not have been oiled quite as recently as it would like. The space beyond the door was bright and airy, lit by windows somewhere higher up the building. The lobby seemed to extend all the way up to the roof, and sunlight flooded in to create a golden haze at the top. Heavy wooden staircases coiled around the edge of the room, and there was a desk in a similar dark and expensive timber in the centre. Behind the desk was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. His hair was shot through with grey, with just enough speckles left to let the careful observer know it had once been red. He was dressed in a white shirt today, with a tie that would have passed as formal attire were it not decorating with lurid yellow smiling faces. In one shirt pocket he had three pens, and the end of a chain which surely led to a watch in the opposite pocket. A bizarre clash of casual and formal, traditional and modern. Ana didn’t give him her full attention yet. She was more concerned by the person behind the door. It didn’t seem like the kind of place that would have automatic doors, not if that one weighed as much as it looked and sounded. A quick glance to the side confirmed this. She saw a rather old-fashioned lever lock that probably hadn’t been changed in half a century. Something like that would require a human being, or at least a servant more sentient than a simple motor to lift the latch. There was a person standing behind the door, but he was simply a servant. There was no hostility or aggression coming off him at all. So Ana turned her attention back to the figure behind the desk. A bureaucrat, she was sure. Not an owner, not a villain. The kind of mind that would happily count the number of paperclips it used each day, and would be proud of balancing the books. The kind of person who would be very easy to get answers out of. Although for an operative as skilled as Ana it rarely mattered; there was no way a human would ever be beyond her ability to manipulate.
  19. So I work at a restaurant and a lot of my female waitress co workers always complain how they have to pee but it’s always busy so they have to wait. Would love to hear some experiences and stories.
  20. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here's my Patreon Solitary Poll image from last month! And ooh, how unfortunate... It looks like Ivy didn't get to pee! Must have had something with the flight attendant threatening to unlock the door after a countdown of only a few seconds... I guess she didn't want to be on full display for the aisle while gushing piss! Oh well! Time to buckle up! (Despite the fact that she already couldn't exactly button-up...) 😋
  21. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    I did both of the winning ideas from my Solitary poll on Patreon for this month! Both were continuations from some previous images I have done, and this one is the conclusion of Turbulence! Anyway, here's the story for this one! - Ivy dared not move for the longest time. Her breathing was tense, and short. She stared at the seat belt light, and her hands dug deep into the denim between between her tightly crossed legs. Her situation had already been a dire emergency when her ass hovered so close to the seat of the tiny airplane toilet --- and that moment felt as if it had been an eternity ago. Truthfully, she didn't care about the time, as her focus was set exclusively on the very conscious effort of keeping all that liquid torture inside of her body. She'd already leaked twice, and that second one had left her teetering on the edge of failure. The need to urinate assailed her with animalistic rage. Her body shifted at times without control as her brain --- drowned in the stress of concentrated need --- resorted to measures of pure instinct. The sun had set, and her will had won for now --- but she knew that the end was fast-approaching. Her bladder felt like a pumpkin, and she was constantly pulling back --- whatever that meant --- on it. And she knew her kidneys were somehow finding more water to load into the overloaded pouch of muscle. Instinct drove her to unclip the latch on her purse. It drove her to tear her pants and panties down in the very public cab. It did not spare the items inside --- there was no time. She peed. Aiming for the purse, the jet was at first so strong that it missed, flew straight from her body, and crashed into the back of the seat ahead of her. She angled what would be more aptly described as a beam of piss into the bag she dangled between her legs.
  22. Does anyone know what the episode is where a girl pees 3 time in the bushes, in the bottle and wets herself in the anime? There were two videos called when you see a girl pee in the park part 1 and 2 but they're removed from youtube
  23. I remember seeing her on Pornhub with an ample amount of content. What's weird is I forget her account name. It happens. Beautiful ones come and go. It's the nature of the wet beast, so to speak. What's unforgettable is seeing a lovely lady having a lot of fun with pee. A British type dialect. A well shaped body. So on and so forth. This is just a short compilation from thisvid . There's more out there. Please, add them. Let's remember. ❤️ *Warning: Nudity and Enjoyable Mastubation PHubGirlGone2.mp4
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    My friend and I are very far from home and we have taken too much water so both we want to do pee ... the house is far away and we started to desperate ourselves to such an extent that we had to do pee on the street and without being able to take away clothes
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  25. (Warning, this story contains extreme bladder usage beyond what the natural human body could ever do. Mind destroying desperation and insane amounts of bladder pain will occur, along with mild to strong BDSM themes including bounding, physical harm, exhibitionism, pain play, sleep deprivation, and more. This story will be somewhat subjective, and is really pushing some boundaries for myself too.) A little background: Over 40 years in the future, life has changed very much. Simultaneously, it hasn’t seemed to change at all. Despite the advances in technology, culture, fashion, etc… life itself remains pretty similar to how it always was. I want to avoid telling too much as to not spoil anything, so please enjoy my story. 1: “In 2053… a revolutionary concept was achieved.” The speaker on the television shakily announced, clicking the button to bring the presentation to the next slide. Her hair a flawless shade of white, flowing down to the floor, and to the end of the stage. She wore a white corset, a white pencil skirt so short that just about everyone in the crowd below her could clearly see her underwear, also white, a pair of perfect white lacy butt-high stockings, and thigh high white ballerina shoes, forcing her to stand on her tip-toes all the time. “N…Now… to celebrate the 15th anniversary, 2068, Emmin is proud to announce our latest in the Emmin main line of products…” The speaker, CEO and founder of Emmin Personal Products Corporation, Kacey Emmin, gasped for air, and doubled over from the immense pain of her bladder. She used her free hand to hold on to the podium she stood at. She squeakily groaned as she slowly rose back up to a standing position, tears clearly welling up in her eyes from the sharp pain her bladder was emitting. “As… a celebration of this milestone… I would like to re-visit the history of the birth of the Emmin company. T… the year was 2051, and I was.. t.. tired of missing lectures due to my small bladder…” “Damn, you think they are gonna release the 10th generation of the Emmin plug this year?” Asked Ava. Her boyfriend, Chris, was digging through the fridge for some blue raspberries and pink lemons. Bingo, he had found some. “Hmm? Why do you ask?” He inquired, chewing on a handful of raspberries. “Well, y’know, mines only a 4th generation, it wasn’t even capable of hitting two days back then, the newer ones can go for just over two weeks.” She explained, giving a bit of a pouty face, trying to get her point of ‘I want it!’ Across. “And…” he paused to smack his lips for dramatic effect, instead only letting out some bright blue spittle on accident. “Oh shit- well.. AND… yours is before they integrated apps to them, so I can’t even make sure that you are using it properly.” “Exactly. It’s gonna be a bit hard getting used to using one for more than two days, maybe more than the two week record it holds now.. hold on…” The discussion on the TV continued, “and… and as we speak… I-“ The CEO stopped to double cross her legs and gasp a little. “Am.. wearing a pre-production model… it’s smashed our pre- e- vious record of two weeks with a stunning four so far… and it’s still going strong, thanks to our incredible R&D team.” “God-DAMN! I need one now!” Ava shouted, standing up on the couch.. She immediately turned back and dropped on her knees, putting both her hands on Chris’s shoulders and nearly tipping the couch backwards in the process. “Please!~” she begged, shaking Chris back and forward. “Alright! Alright!” He playfully retaliated, lightly pushing her off of him. “I’ll get it for you.” “Yes!” “Tomorrow.” “No! They’re gonna be all sold out!” “No way, they’ve gotta be anticipating this, they probably already have hundreds of millions ready to send out.” Ava pouted in return, but didn’t say anything. She opted to turn back and watch the holovision a bit more. “We updated the shock system as…” Kacey’s knees became visibly weak, beginning to shake violently. She brought both hands to her unmentionables, and rested her sizeable chest on the podium to help support her body. “…As well… in addition to the urethral shock… we have added a new shocker that uses the liquid in one’s bl-ad.. hhh.. er… to distribute a powerful shock.” The CEO broke her character to cutely giggle, whispering to herself in her much higher, softer natural voice, “what else would it do?” Which was still picked up by the microphone. She shifted back to her deeper, slightly more promiscuous voice to continue speaking aloud. “Anyone who reserved the new model will receive theirs by dinner today via… a…” The CEO seemed to have a loss of strength in her legs, falling a bit before slowly picking herself back up. “Via a.. drone delivery. A-and to prove a point, it will begin being stocked on store shelves starting the day this pre-production model gives out and I have an accident.” The crowd began to clap all professional-like, Ava was writhing about on the couch in disappointment. “Chriiiiis! You dummy! Why?!” She whined, pounding her fists and kicking her feet against the couch. “Aww… I’m sorry, babe.” Chris replied, lightly petting her hair. It was soft as could be, and addicting to touch. “I’m sure I can make you feel better very soon.” He assured her. Ava turned over, her previous expression of anger now replaced with a smug, knowing look. “Really? Are you going to chain me up and throw me against the wall? Hmm?~ Are you gonna hurt me?~” “You just wait and see…” Chris responded quietly. “…Well! Want to go out for lunch? You haven’t been out in like, a week. You’re whiter than paper.” He paused, grabbing her shirt collar to pull her up by force, much to her enjoyment. “Well, I need to stay pale like this. It’s my style! If anything, I’m still too tan!” She protested. “But lunch on some coffee sounds like a treat! So… sure!” “Alright, go take a shower and get dressed. The business lady is out now, probably means they’re talking about the benefits for worker productivity or some shit.” Ava had already walked to the bathroom to take a shower. “I still wanna hear about it!” She shouted. “Will do!” He shouted, before indulging himself into the holovision, trying to make sense of what kind of mumbo-jumbo that lady was going to say… “… so, apparently, the new model will show a 40 to 60 percent increase in workplace productivity.” He explained, as they approached the coffee shop. Ava was wearing -in the order from bottom to top- a full body black transparent suit, a full body black 2 fishnet suit, a black 2 supertight corset, black 2 semi-transparent floral lace panties, a black 2 waist to double thigh garter system that held up a pair of thigh high, foot tall with extra 8 inch heeled platform boots in black 2, black 2 shoulder length leather gloves, black 2 arm garters that connected to a neck garter belt, and a skirt that would be difficult to explain. You see, yes, it’s pleated, yes, it’s mid-thigh length, yes, she wore it so high that it was nearly useless, but between what ever time this log is sent back to, to the day this date is happening, a bioluminescent algae was harvested to be used in dye making, and is now used to provide a very intense, and very bright neon blue dye that can be used in clothes and hair. Which Ava has. She has glowing blue contacts. Half of her outer hair, and the inside of her hair is dyed this exact dye, and the skirt she is wearing is a plaid pattern of the glowing blue, and black 2. Black 2 being a black so black that it can suck the light bouncing off of it. On a camera or through an eye, you couldn’t see it, you see pure black, no reflections, no light refractions. the other half of her outer layer of hair is also dyed black 2. Anyways… “Really? I might just get a job if that’s the case… If we weren’t using our inherited parents' money, heh.” She snickered, before walking into the store, holding the door open for Chris. They both went to the counter, Chris decided to get an M&M cookie instead of a drink, as he wasn’t very thirsty. On the other hand, Ava purchased a liter’s worth of black tea, and as they sat down at the table, she uncapped it to pour in a super strong powdered diuretic, mixed it in, and took a large swig from the now uncapped cup. “So, what did she say after that?” Chris took a bite of his cookie. “Mmph.. she said the internal catheter system was more refined, too. It also has a new attachment that takes the humidity from the air around you, and makes it into water to put in your bladder, allowing for better bladder fullness in more humid places.” A pair of girls at the booth behind them turned around and leaned over the booth divider, one sitting, the other frantically pee dancing. One, somewhat tanned and with a very well done body, was wearing a supertight gray satin extra high waisted leotard, a pair of butt-high gray satin ballerina boots, shoulder length supertight gray satin gloves, and a belt collar around her neck to ensure breathing was difficult. Her hair was naturally platinum blonde, and ran to her ankles. She had a pair of cuffs attaching her ankles to her wrists, and her ankles and wrists to each other. The other, a skinny but weak woman with fair skin, wore a simple navy blue dress shirt, black transparent tights underneath a black 2 pencil skirt, a pair of black 2 elbow length gloves, and a pair of thigh high stiletto heel boots, the heel being 9 inches tall, and having a rounded bottom for difficult movement. She had a small bag of water in her dress shirt pocket, with a clear tube running from it. Her hair was completely silver, and covered her eyes, her bangs flat cut at the bridge of her nose, and her hair itself at her shoulders. “You two talking about the new Emmin reveal that happened today?” The one in the leotard asked. “Yeah, it’s gonna be a lot better than the 9th Gen, right?” Chris replied, pointing at Ava. “She’s been begging me for it.” Ava blushed a little. “Shut the fuck up, Chris, I didn’t beg you!” “You shut the fuck up, or I’ll make you use the toilet.” Chris snapped back, making Ava pout. “Damn, you got her there.” Said the woman in the leotard. “Say, I love your girl’s choice of clothing. The supertight corset must make it hard for her to breathe. I dig that, it’s why I wear this leotard.” She paused to pull on the leotard, failing to do so, as the supertight leotards were too tight to move, meaning the chest expansion caused by breathing was not possible, and therefore restricted. “Also, all that black 2 and the glowing blue works together so well! Not to mention how pale your skin is. It’s great.” “Oh my god! Thank you, I’m flattered! I love supertight clothes too! And the gloves and corset look great on you!” “Oh, it’s not a corset.” Said the leotard woman, she slid out of her booth seat and walked over to theirs, revealing that it was, in fact, a leotard that had a visible, dripping wet spot on the bottom, her gloved hands and her boots drenched too. “I wet myself like, ten minutes ago. I’m running a 7th Gen so I can’t hold for that long. Only like, a week.” She held out her wet gloved hand for a shake. Chris shook it, then Ava. The silent office lady slid from her seat, and stood at the booth too, too occupied in doing a very intense pee dance to speak, but she still held out her hand to shake, which it was. “I’m Chris, by the way, this is my girl, Ava.” Chris said happily. Ava smiled, and waved, before turning to her cup, and downing the rest of it. “I’m Abigail, and this is my friend, Lisa.” Said the leotard lady, pointing at the office lady. “N-nghh.. n- nice to- kch- meet you...” Lisa quietly struggled out, a pained expression on her face, and a heavy British accent in her voice. Ava slid out of the booth. “I’m going to go get another drink.” She announced. “Okay, see ya!- So, Lisa here is wearing a 9th gen industrial special! It could hold an additional 3 days on top of the original 2 weeks, and it has a faster catheter intake.” Lisa forced a meek, yet adorable smile, and waved a little to emphasize her importance as the conversation subject. She quickly continued her equally cute pee dance. “She’s still got 2 days left so I’ve been using the catheter to pump her like crazy, since her job allows third parties to use the catheter feature.” Lisa brought her knees together and held up a weak peace sign, her knees and ankles shaking like they were about to fall apart. “You know what really makes me jealous, though? Her job makes her wear Emmin shock gloves and thigh highs, and with the shocker in the 9th Gen plug she has, she doesn’t ever fall asleep or sit down, unless she wants to get shocked.” Abigail explained. Chris looked at Lisa to finally notice that she looked insanely exhausted, and it was most likely the reason her legs were shaking so much. “Do they have the gloves in shoulder length? Ava would absolutely love them. And the socks.” Lisa finally piped up, “ngh!- Y-yeah… I opted for the elbow ones because it…” she paused, intensely dancing for a solid twenty seconds. “…it was hot… but.. I- mmngk.. I regret that now…” Ava returned, already halfway done with another liter, and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her knees occasionally tapped together, and she sometimes lifted a foot off the ground. It was clear that she had to go, though her incredibly sensitive bladder may have had some effect in exaggerating her squirming. It felt like it was much, much more full than it ever really was, and Ava always sort of squirmed anyway. She cuddled up next to Chris as a signal for the others to not make any more moves on him. “Well, it was nice meeting you! We’re gonna get another drink and leave. Alright?” Said Abigail. “But let’s keep in touch, here’s my number.” A little ping noise was heard. Through the wonderful world of Orwellian tech over-abundance, all four people in the conversation now just had the first, last, and middle names of each other saved in their contacts, as well as their numbers, and emails. “Wait! Before you two get a drink, want me to spike it? I have some pretty strong diuretics.” Offered Ava. Lisa and Abigail looked at each other, then back at Ava. “A..bsolutely… hhhgnh!~.. we’d love that…” Lisa responded, on the verge of crying from her desperation. They got some coffee from the young college age girl at the counter, who herself seemed to be a tad overwhelmed by her own bladder’s fullness. She shakily handed Abigail and Lisa a liter’s worth of green tea each, which Ava promptly spiced up with two diuretic packets each. They downed the cups right in front of her, and left the cafe soon after. “You think I’m cuter than them, right?” Ava asked, a bit insecure, rubbing her thighs against Chris’s. “Yeah. I’d kill to see you in a leotard though.” A ping was heard. Leotard ordered.
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