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  1. From the album: Jailor Eckman's (Fluffier) Hoard

    "She's peeing herself, because she... got caught!" Nutmeg really is at the end of her rope, and she thought that refilling her coffee mug might make things easier... X3 As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
  2. I’m looking for a vid of a lesbian couple who spend the day out at the movies or the mall (not sure) and then afterwards they get a car back to their home and one girl is naked while potty dancing and ultimately pees herself and the other girl has to remind her to spread her legs so she can measure her bladder. The girl who was wetting was a thin brunette with a slight accent iirc, she had small tits and it was in front of a blue wall possibly with a led sign? I remember seeing the clip on Twitter first, and finding the full video later but have since lost it. The brunette girl wetting also kept saying “Fuck I need to pee” over and over while doing a super cute potty dance. She had a super heavy and thick stream too. I know this is super vague but it’s one of my faves of all time. Thanks!
  3. Are there anyone here who like to pee in a cup/container/jar or anything else right in the room? Just for fun, so as not to waste time on the way from the room to the toilet. I love doing this, I don't know why, but it brings me joy. It's really funny to me. I often forget to pee when I'm doing important things and don't want to be distracted by the urge of my bladder, and sometimes I only realize that I need to pee when I feel like I can't make it to the toilet. At such moments, it brings me special pleasure to have a container always in my room 😜 I love that I don't have to leave the room to pee. And I just love the process of peeing in a container, looking at my stream of urine. Is there anyone here who shares my passion and understands me?
  4. thdrsjtr

    Omovember (1+2)

    From the album: My Omo Art

    In a container + In public What could be better than to get into the farthest corner of the library to read adult novels? Only relieve yourself during this. And it doesn't matter what exactly will pour out of you, if you have secured yourself in advance. - I remembered about the existence of the omovember! I want to draw for this, because I found a promt list that I like. This is by @pissbuddys from tumblr. I merged two topics into one, because it's more convenient for me, it's already November 4th. I hope I'll draw everything!
  5. This is my very first post here, so I will do my best, although I am a published poet/writer who has always had an omorasi fetish/kink. Unfortunately, my husband is unwilling to take part, so I've always indulged by myself. It started out when I woke up around 12:30-1am CST and I felt a twinge in my bladder, and it was starting to get a bit full. I was really exhausted and I didn't feel like getting up then, so I simply rolled over and went right back to sleep. I woke up around 7am, and my bladder was VERY full, swollen, and distended. I definitely had an excellent bladder bulge! My abdomen felt very firm over my HUGE bladder! I decided at that point to do a holding contest to see if I could break my own record of 824 ml...so I kept holding it as I continued laying flat on my back in bed. It felt great to VERY lightly stroke my hand over my increasingly firm bladder bulge, and it even seemed to help with holding it in. At this point, my bladder was so distended that it went above my navel and from one hip to the other hip. It wasn't painful at that point...in fact, it made me sexually aroused! Since my p*ssy was dry (menopause caused by a hysterectomy...also, not a drop of leakage!), I used some lube to masturbate some, after I took off my panties. It felt soooooo good gently stroking my p*ssy, and it even helped take some of the HUGE amounts of pressure off my overfull, swollen and distended bladder! At this point, I was having NO trouble at all holding my HUGE, swollen, taut bladder overfilled with an ocean of piss. Then, I inserted one finger inside my v*gina, in order to feel my bladder from the inside, and to also help my poor tortured urethra a little bit to help keep the ocean of pee inside my now rock hard, seriously distended bladder. As soon as I VERY lightly palpated my overextended and rock-hard bladder from the inside, sudden waves of sharp pain started wracking my tortured, rock-hard, and distended bladder, which then took up my entire abdomen at that point. Although I felt like I was "too overfull to leak", I applied pressure to my urethra, just to prevent any potential leakage as bladder spasms wracked my entire over distended abdomen. It was then I knew my bursting bladder had reached its absolute limit, since my distended, rock-hard bladder bulge was continuing to spasm very painfully. Luckily, I already had a very large plastic bowl and a measuring cup ready to go, so I hobbled very carefully over to the bathroom about 10 feet away. Then, I squatted over the large bowl and began releasing the strong torrent of the HUGE amount of pent-up pee from my desperately overfilled bladder. I didn't get an exact time for how long I pissed, but it was definitely well over 2 minutes, probably closer to 3 minutes of a VERY strong, very large, and VERY forceful stream of piss rushing out of me. After I finally finished emptying out the last few streams, then drops, I wiped myself with the bit of TP I already had ready. Then I looked at the contents of the large bowl, and I started measuring all of the urine by pouring it into the measuring cup and then dumping it into the toilet. Total measurements ended up being: 3.75 cups, or 38 ounces, or 1, 123.794 ml (milliliters) or 1.124 L (liters). I hope everyone enjoys this holding story, as well as the pictures!
  6. View File DMOW-175 Urinary Nursery School found another one(its been censored with pixilation 😒/hope it plays ok had to 60% compress it ! Submitter robster67 Submitted 11/13/2023 Category Male  
  7. It turns out that due to a lost account called Al!b!, some previously easy to obtain amateur furry peeing videos have essentially been almost lost forever... Until I realised I still have access to them. The creator actually had this issue happen to them once before and I helped them recover several videos they lost the first time. I found an archive of the message I sent them including all the Catbox links which still work! Featuring an anthro fox/wolf girl and using surprisingly realistic (or possibly real) peeing sound effects and animated in a set of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim mods including modern locations, clothing and of course the furry character. I'm not saying the quality is as good as the content from Texorcist or KhaosClaws, but as they are not on the Do Not Post list, here you are. Wet Seat: https://files.catbox.moe/b3qfax.mp4 (sofa pee) Test: https://files.catbox.moe/32xz80.mp4 (bent over wetting in cargo trousers) Potted plant: https://files.catbox.moe/rixbho.mp4 (empty pot/vase with standing half-naked pee) Like A Dog: https://files.catbox.moe/owp3mu.mp4 (peeing like a dog in the snow next to a tree) Holding: https://files.catbox.moe/1pqq5a.mp4 (drinking, holding animations with a timer, then a half-squat wetting) Can U P On Me: https://files.catbox.moe/sv43pm.mp4 (Al!BI pees on the camera perspective half-naked standing) Peeing On The Carpet: https://files.catbox.moe/n6ezol.mp4 (squat pee half-naked) They had others including male peeing and wetting with a similar anthro wolf/fox named Douglas, but as I was not interested in that content, I never saved them to my computer before even the first account was lost. They are likely gone forever unless somebody who downloaded the files volunteers to link or direct upload them. I can directly upload all of these here, but I don't know if they are worth uploading properly to Omorashi.org or not.
  8. View File compilation peeing october 2023 compilation peeing of videos for onlines october 2023 Submitter evangelynex Submitted 11/08/2023 Category Female  
  9. Story #10! Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional. _______ On this day, our girlboss protagonist Mali is scheduled for an online interview for an important office job that will really help her and her boyfriend out financially. Only, things don't go as according to Mali's plan. (Shocking, isn't it?) It's morning, around 9:30 AM, and Mali's heart is unsteady. Her interview is at 2:00 PM and she is naturally a nervous creature. She begins her day with some herbal tea, and takes her necessary steps to get herself ready. There's only one issue. Anxiety is great at weakening her bladder. Almost every hour she finds the need to relieve herself, regardless of how much fluid she's drank. However, this constant need does also make her thirstier in return, and so she ends up drinking more water throughout the day anyways! Inevitably, it became 1:30 PM, and it got there quicker than Mali could even imagine. She did her procedures. She went to the bathroom, got a warm mug of tea to soothe her throat as she spoke, and sat down for the meeting. For the remaining time until then, she readies her necessary documents, compiles her thoughts, tidies her space up, so on and so forth. The call was set to last for at most an hour. She was dressed in formal-casual business attire, with jeans for comfort, which was out of sight of the camera. 1:59. In the final minute before things began, Mali nerves were at their height. She wasn't expecting to still be so tense. That's a bad omen she thought to herself. And a bad omen it was, for seconds later, she noticed that she was still having bladder tingles. Only a half hour passed since she last used the bathroom, but she already felt concern. All day Mali had been using the bathroom so frequently that her body had gotten used to that rhythm. Just gotta tough through it she affirmed to herself. No time left to change any outcome. ..."Hi! Can you hear me alright?" A woman said on the other end. And so it began. At 10 minutes in, Mali sat confidently, concentrating on the questions she was asked intently. At 20 minutes in, she had drank over half of her tea, and her bladder tingles hand turned into moderate pressure. Mali now had shifted in her seat, not able to sit completely straight. She keeps adjusting herself to keep the pressure off of any one single spot for more than a minute. At 30 minutes in, Mali could tell that reaching that 1-hour mark was proving to be a challenge, and considering her past, she couldn't expect to reach the end of the meeting totally dry anymore. She was noticeably squirming around on camera, so much that her interviewer commented: "Don't worry Mali, I really do understand what this position means to you, and that can put a lot of stress on you in this evaluation. You're doing fine! You're doing great even. Believe me, half of my previous clients for the position didn't compare to what you're demonstrating to me now. So please do yourself a favor and relax." Mali nodded and said her thanks, but internally knew that she could do anything but relax. At 40 minutes in, Mali had managed to control her expression but she knew that the final 20 would be bumpy. Her breathing became slow and deliberate, her heartrate becoming inclined. Her bladder region had become tense, filled to the brim with almost all of her tea downed. Her legs were locked onto the ground. She knew she had to do something. As she listened to her superior describe something, she moved her hands to her jeans to unbutton them and alleviate some of the pressure. As she undid her button- *dripdripdrip* The sudden expansion of room made her slip and a small leak entered her panties. She took a deep breath in, and carried on. At 50 minutes in- *fssh* Mali had a slight shiver about her. She struggled, but talked through her mission for her position. It's almost over, it's almost over. After she concluded her statement, the woman looked away from her camera, reviewing some information on another screen. While this took place, Mali took action. She planned for things to come to this, and thought ahead. While her interviewer looked away, she shuffled around on camera, only leaving her upper body on screen while she quickly but carefully took off her jeans while seated. A solid damp spot was on her groin. Her stomach was bulging. She tensed up again as she took them off; another larger leak escaped out of her, a small puddle briefly appearing on her chair before being absorbed back into her panties. She finished removing her pants and grabbed the mug from her desk. She shifted forward and positioned herself so any leaks would escape into the mug for the remainder of the interview. At 55 minutes in, the interviewer was making comments on Mali's overall evaluation, almost like small talk. *dribble* *sound of trickling water* "What's that? Is that coming from my end or your end?" Mali paused for a moment. She then responded "Oh that's the ventilation, we have an old system here..." "Interesting, didn't know they were water based. Mali's mug was now once again half full. At 60 minutes in, the interviewer asked "Any more questions about the position?" "N-no ma'am." "Great. Now let me review over potential salaries, terms and conditions over the next intermediate period while we review this conversation, and then you'll be along your way. Just mandatory stuff." *spurt* "Over the next week, you'll receive an email regarding blah blah and yatta yatta..." Mali lost all focus. Her situation grew more desperate by the second. Her panties now remained warm, like a filter through which coffee brews. After two more painful minutes, the mug was near full. And at last- "Any last questions, comments or concerns?" "No. Thank you. Ma'am." Mali stuttered over her words trying to maintain composure while her floor was about to be dampened. "You're free to go then. Have a wonderful day Miss!" "Y-you too." Mali guided her hand to turn off her camera, her fingers glistening. The window closed, and Mali stood up just as her mug dripped urine onto her chair. She set it down, spilling more as she jittered in panic. *drip* *leak* Mali darted on her tip toes over to the hallway, drops streaking down her legs as she went. As she took the corner, the floodgates opened. *ffffssssSHHHH* After a moment, a torrent flowed from her panties. A moment after that, Mali planted herself on the porcelain throne and grabbed onto its sides as her 90 minute buildup emptied from her tired bladder. *HSSSHHH* She finally relaxed after a day of nonstop stress. At a cost, her interview was successful. Her stream steadied after 30 seconds. Afterward, she cleaned up her trail, which she had become good at doing over the past 18 months, and was very thankful that her computer stayed dry when she took her sprint of faith. _______ Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed. If you'd like, check out my other works on my profile, and as always, if you'd like to see Mali or her boyfriend Yuta in a certain scenario, leave a reply and I may make a story out of that one day and credit your idea!
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  11. View File previews of my cotober shows More than 10 Previews of how my Live Shows of October and some custom that I did Submitter evangelynex Submitted 11/08/2023 Category Female  
  12. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Whew! This one was a challenge in terms of all the stuff it has going on; I even had to re-do the top-left image twice! But it was probably nothing compared to the challenge Tammy decided to undertake --- banning herself from a toilet for 24 hours and doubling the number of drinks she has in a day! She even spiced it up by trying to make any unavoidable peeing unique! Her basil probably won't survive the deluge, but at least we can give her credit for using a dustpan to funnel her pee outside! That said, she would have had a much easier time coming up with new "solutions" if she just held it like she was supposed to! XD
  13. “So… Where’s your car?” Marcus asks a little bit too enthusiastically. Once again, he begins fantasizing about sneakily relieving himself, perhaps in one of the dark corners of the parking lot while she leaves him alone for even just a minute to look for her car. To his dismay, no looking is necessary. “Car?” She laughs, “Where’s the fun in that?” She clicks her keys, and a nearby motorcycle beeps and lights up. She gets on first, putting on her helmet before tossing him a spare. “Hop on, Princess,” she teases, “If you piss on my good leather seats, I will literally kill you.” Her tone is light and teasing, but considering who she is, Marcus doesn’t doubt for a second that she just might do it. “I did bring my own car, maybe I could just follow you?” He asks hopefully, thinking of how many chances that might afford him to relieve at least some of this pressure into a cup or something. He thinks he has an empty water bottle somewhere in there. “And risk losing you? Not a chance. We can come back for your car later. Hop on now before I change my mind.” Marcus moans and sighs, then gets on behind her. Her thick, sumptuous ass juts painfully into his bulging bladder, and when the motor gets humming… Marcus reasons that if The Anaconda was serious about killing him if he leaks on the seats, he’s already a dead man walking. By the time they arrive at the dangerous woman’s palatial mansion, Marcus swears he can feel his teeth floating. Somehow, he has managed to keep from leaking any more for the mercifully short duration of the ride, but the second the engine cuts, and he is finally able to move off of the leather motorcycle seat … With the movements and the change in pressure with her large, perfect ass no longer cutting into his aching piss tank, another short spurt escapes the tip of his hard, trembling cock. Between the vibration of the motorbike, his extreme desperation, and Rachel’s teasing ass pressing and rubbing against his sensitive cock the entire way there, Marcus feels like just a few strokes, or a few moments of dedicated attention from that sexy mouth of hers would be enough to already send him over the edge… Though which edge even he isn’t 100% sure of. “That wasn’t so bad,” he smiles weakly. Rachel runs one delicate finger slowly along the seat of the motorbike, “Dry. Very good. Shall we head inside?” She pecks him on the cheek, and then takes his hand. Marcus nods enthusiastically, “And then you’ll let me use your toilet, right?” “Of course,” she smirks, “So long as you let me watch.” “Oh, I get it, now! This is your kink, right? I have no issue with that. Never been pee shy or anything.” Marcus shrugs, then regrets moving his hands away from his desperately dancing cock. “Yes, my dear. Something like that…” Okay, so first he pees, then they bang real quick, then he sneaks off while she is sleeping or something, finds the file, grabs it, hotwires this bike of hers or maybe a car if she has one, and gets the hell out of here before she notices he’s gone. No big deal. The piss stuff is a minor roadblock, of course, but nothing he can’t handle. Just a little longer, and he’s home free. “So…” he asks anxiously, the moment they get in the door, “Where exactly is the bathroom? If you hadn't noticed hadn’t noticed… It’s… Kind of urgent,” he squeezes the head of his cock extra hard for emphasis. “You don’t need to beg, Darling. I told you I would let you go once we got here, didn’t I? It’s right this way. Through these doors, right here.” She leads him into a dark room and closes the door behind them. Marcus reaches up and turns on the lights. “I don’t understand,” Marcus stammers, “This is just an empty room… There’s no toilet in here.” The Anaconda gives a low laugh that is equal parts terrifying and seductive, “No, my dear, sweet Marcus,” she runs the back of her hand gently along his cheek, “I believe you understand perfectly.” “How – how did you know to call me that?” Marcus stammers, still not fully processing the situation. “Fascinating. I thought you were supposed to be smart. Then again… I suppose anyone would find it a little hard to think straight after the bladder torture I just put you through. Did you really think an internationally wanted assassin would be foolish enough to set up a public dating profile?” She leans closer, her lips inches from his. She runs her finger slowly down the bottom of his chin and stops with the sharpest part of her nail digging gently into his jugular. “Did you really think a girl like me would need to?” She laughs, “No, you took the exact bait I laid out for you hook, line, and sinker.” Trembling, Marcus reaches into a secret pocket in his coat, and pulls out a silver pistol. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Tinkles. See, we are both locked in here right now, and I’m the only one who knows where to find the key. You still need to pee, don’t you? Do you really think in your current state you’ll manage to make it out of here before you piss yourself?” She stretches her thick, surprisingly toned leg up, and presses her knees into his screaming bladder. Hard. The pain is so bad he can’t help but collapse to the floor, dropping his gun in the process. She kicks it across the room and proceeds to quickly pull off her tight-fitted corset top, revealing a long leather band tied tight across her large, bouncy breasts with a small roll of papers secured within her cleavage. Marcus’ cock throbs at the sight of her perfect pink areolas pressed down tight with the thin black band, the papers nestled between her soft breasts like he wishes his face could be despite himself. Her breasts jiggle deliciously as she releases the clasp, and they spring to life, freed from their binds. She tosses the papers across the room before smiling sweetly. Marcus is so mesmerized it takes him a second to put together the true purpose of the leather band— Not just a hypnotizing restraint for her ridiculously hot breasts, but for him as well. Rachel uses the leather restraint to bind Marcus’ hands tightly behind his back. He whimpers desperately. Being captured is the last thing his poor bladder needs right now. Next, she pulls her tight, sexy leather jeans part of the way down, revealing two long, winding leather garters tracing their way down her thick thighs. Marcus knows he’s in real danger but his desperate cock can’t help but strain as he catches an eyeful of the way each bind presses against her muscles and curves. She begins on the left side, pressing down on some unseen buckle, and the whole thing comes off in her hand, then does the same with the one on the right. She ties each of these around either one of his ankles and ties the other end to large spikes sticking out of the ground, some distance apart, forcing his legs wide open. She pulls Marcus’ pants down around his ankles, and teasingly strokes his throbbing hard member just once, tracing once more the opening of his desperately trembling pee hole. The cool air combined with the almost painfully soft touch hits Marcus like a ton of bricks. As soon as she pulls away, he leaks another few drops. “Aw, does the big bad secret agent need to go potty?” She teases, bending over so that he gets a tantalizing view of her perfectly round ass as she retrieves the papers from where she kicked them. “Maybe I do,” Marcus smirks, thinking maybe he’s finally gotten ahead of her twisted little game. “Maybe I’ll just go right here on the floor if you won’t let me go to the bathroom. After all, you were even kind enough to pull down my pants for me so I won’t stain them any more.” Rachel sets the papers down right underneath Marcus’ dancing cock before he has the chance to make good on that threat. “I wouldn’t advise it if I were you… Not if you’re a fan of… Well, most of Europe to start with, but I suppose the world eventually, anyway. Of course, I won’t tell you how to do your job, Sugar. If you think it’s worth the risk, then by all means…” Marcus just barely manages to hold back another spurt, grunting in pain with the effort. “What the hell are you talking about?” He asks antsily, pressing his fingernails into his palm so hard his hands turn white just to keep from releasing his bursting dam onto this strange pile of papers. “Why, I’m giving you exactly what you came here for. You did want to disable Project: Theta, didn’t you?” Marcus pants as he struggles to stave off a fresh wave of desperation that burns through his cock and nearly makes his pee hole muscles completely give out on him on the spot. “Y-yeah… I mean…” He’s too desperate to even bother trying to lie about something they both know to be the truth anyway. “Yeah. Wh-what does that have to do with anything?” “Well, don’t you see? That paper right there contains all of the schematics and kill-codes. See, I want to make a deal. You have information that PAIN wants, and we have information that you want. I’m sure you’re familiar with such trades. Kind of Secret Agent 101, after all.” “If you just wanted to trade information, why all of the pee stuff?” He asks pleadingly, trying and failing miserably to preserve some dignity in his voice. “Well, darling…” She runs her long sharp nail delicately along his shaft sending shivers up his spine and causing his penis it to arch and stretch even further up into the air, like a plant seeking the sun. She leans in close and whispers in his ear in a condescending singsong. “That’s because I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you, Cutie-pie. So here’s how this is going to work. You will stay desperate and answer my questions so that I know it will be hard for you to lie. If I think you’re telling the truth, you get rewarded. If I think you’re lying… Well, I have a feeling you’ll find out soon enough. That paper beneath you isn’t just ordinary paper. It has two properties that make it unique. One: the text on it is only visible with a UV light. You won’t be able to just sneak a peak while you’re tied up there, and two: and I tip my hat to the lab for whipping this one up for me— it’s urine soluble. If even one single drop of that pee that I can see already trying to escape,” she says that next part with a faux-sympathetic baby talk as she wipes the gleaming golden dribble forming at the tip of his pee hole away, her fingers lingering teasingly on the head of his cock for just a few moments longer than necessary, tracing gentle circles that cause his body to take over for him, bucking and humping desperately to try and get the pressure his tingling, oversensitive member desperately needs almost as much as it needs to release about a gallon of piss. She pulls away leaving him more frustrated and needy than he can ever remember having been before, whimpering and hopelessly humping the air before he realizes how pathetic he looks and reluctantly stops though his cock continues to twitch desperately so that even from across the room where she now stands, Rachel can see it. She giggles sadistically. “Yes, just like that. If you let one single drop escape that bladder of yours, and it should happen to touch those there papers, all of the papers will immediately dissolve. So,” she makes her way back to him, her hips seductively punctuating every step. Marcus is relieved that at least the papers only dissolve from urine, because the trail of precum forming right where Rachel was just stroking, and leaking dangerously close to the edge of the head of his penis is only increasing. She kneels down over him and playfully flicks his long, hard cock. “If I were you, I’d be a big boy and hold it.” Marcus gulps and clenches his pee hole even harder. He has to admit, she’s got him right where she wants him. Right now, he would tell her anything— do anything just to be allowed to relieve even a fraction of the piss stretching out the walls of his bulging bladder. “Well, I’m not totally merciless. Your poor little bladder hasn’t got much time left, so let’s begin. We’ll start easy. What’s the name of your superior?” “Norman Shmidt.” Marcus answers confidently. He’s rehearsed this one. “Oh sweetie, that was a test question, and you failed. I already know it’s Alexander Highsmith.” “Then why ask it, if you already know the answer, Anaconda?” “So that you learn the punishment for noncompliance, of course,” Rachel pushes him back, and sits right on top of his bladder, wiggling back and forth over it, while the tip of his painfully hard cock grazes the band of her lacy black panties, and the shaft twitches just inches from the visibly wet crease in the material where her labia sits. “Let’s try again. Who is the man who signs your paychecks?” Marcus grunts and moans, “Well technically some guy from accounting…” She presses her thick ass down even harder. Marcus lets out a high-pitched whimper straining with every single muscle in his body to stop the leak that shoots out of his bladder and into his shaft, “but the name you’re looking for is Alexander Highsmith.” She gets up off him, “See? He can learn. Let’s try a harder one, shall we? Where is your secret weapon development laboratory?” “A small island near Congo.” “Are you sure?” She asks, kneeling down close, pulling up his shirt, and tracing circles with her sharp nails around his bare bladder bulge. He winces, instinctively trying to move his hands to hold himself, but his restraints are tight, and he can’t move. How could she possibly know differently? She must just be testing him for a reaction, so he can’t give her one. Marcus smiles and nods, “I think I would know something like that.” “What’s the name of this small island?” She asks sweetly. Marcus fumbles trying to think of a name on the spot, “Abraham Island.” Abraham. After Abraham Lincoln. That sounds like a plausible name for a government base. “Interesting. I’ve never heard of Abraham Island.” “Well, obviously. It’s a secret island.” “Man,” Rachel complains slyly, “I really do need a piss. All that juice earlier is really catching up with me.” “My sympathies,” Marcus grumbles sarcastically. “Now, now, no need to take that tone with me. And no need for sympathy, either.” Marcus stares in horror as Rachel pulls up a clear bucket from the corner of the room, and squats over it, pissing full force right in front of him. Marcus almost wants to cry watching this. His bladder screams for relief. The sound is just too much. It’s like a high-force faucet of piss is shooting into the bucket below. He can hear it bouncing off the bottom and hitting the sides from sheer force. Through the transparent bucket, Marcus is able to see every part of her yellow, jet-like stream gushing from between her soft, thick thighs and juicy pink pussy and into the rapidly-filling bucket. Marcus knows he should probably look away, but despite himself he’s transfixed, “Mm,” she moans exaggeratedly, “that feels so good to let all that warm, yellow piss finally just explode out of my bursting bladder. I really needed this. I can hardly believe how I managed to hold all this pee in for so long. Can’t you just see my bladder deflating right before your eyes? Mm… Nothing like a nice, long satisfying piss.” Marcus does his best to squeeze his cock between his legs, but of course it’s impossible. All he can do is squirm uselessly and moan as every inch of his body begs him to do what she’s doing so freely right in front of him, but he can’t. “Sweden!” He cries out desperately, “The facility is in Sweden!” Rachel cuts her stream off abruptly. “Very good. Where in Sweden?” “St-Stockholm,” Marcus stutters desperately. “Really?” She raises an eyebrow, “In such a major city? And yet, it hasn’t shown up on any of our satellites.” She casually starts pissing again, “How peculiar.” Marcus tries to look away, tries not to listen to the trickling stream, slightly less intense than it was at the start, but still enough to have him crawling out of his skin with desperation. “L-little town. Off the map. Near the southern border. Ingenstansstad.” Rachel continues peeing, allowing her stream to run out. “What? I told you the truth that time.” “I know, cutie, but I wanted to finish that time… You know it’s not good to hold it too long.” “You don’t say…” Marcus rolls his eyes before another wave of pain shooting through his bladder forces him to whimper and moan again. Rachel stands over him, pulls her panties aside, and presses his face between her piss – soaked thighs, and into her pussy, “Want to be a dear and clean it up for me,” she demands calmly. Marcus knows he should be fighting back on this, but this is a demand he is happy to fulfil. While he licks Rachael’s pussy clean, she bends down, and begins teasing his cock through his jeans with her fingers. She traces further up, and gently, without force this time fondles his bulging bladder, “You really, really need to piss, don’t you?” “Mm-hm,” Marcus manages with a face full of wet, throbbing pussy. “You know nothing feels better than the greedy, desperate tongue of a man whose bladder is on the verge of exploding… A man completely at my mercy.” She bends down even further and gives Marcus’ bladder bulge a firm kiss. Just firm enough to make him squirm with agony and have to put every ounce of concentration he has into stopping himself from gushing piss all over the documents that might just save the world. Rachel meanwhile squeals with glee, “You are adorable like that, Marky-kins.” She gets up off him, “That’s enough of that for now, though. Next question: what is the nature of Project: QUICK?” Marcus finds himself desperately leaning in towards Rachel for more, but she replaces her panties and her pants, and puts her corset back on. His cock throbs with need and frustration as he watches her tighten the corset back around her gigantic breasts. It’s humiliating, but he finds himself thrusting needily in the air again before he stops himself. It’s not like that will do anything anyway. His cock is so hard now that it almost hurts. Rachel slides her hand down her tight leather pants and begins rubbing slow circles around her clit. She leans her head back and moans. “If I finish before you tell me, I won’t let you touch me again, and I know you really, really want to.” Marcus really really does, but even more than that, he absolutely needs to piss, and he needs it now. His bladder is swollen like a globe, and pulsating with every beat of his heart, and every single pulsation, he can almost hear his bladder screaming at him and begging for release. Any release. At this point, even those short, torturous spurts from before sound almost too good to be true. He can hardly think of anything he wouldn’t give for even just a few seconds of relief. “Please… When do I get to pee? I’ll do anything — I’ll tell you anything. Please…” Rachel doesn’t answer him directly, “You still haven’t answered my question. Do you need me to repeat it for you?” Marcus shakes his head, “Project: QUICK is a biological weapon program. It’s a chemical agent meant to be put in a water supply. It temporarily slows down the reaction time of anyone who drinks it.” “Very good. I’m glad you’re familiar with it,” Rachel holds a cup of water to Marcus his lips, forces them open, and tilts his head back, “Drink up, Hot Stuff.” Marcus tries to fight her. The last thing in the world he wants is more water right now, but it’s no use. Though he manages to splash a little bit on the floor, he’s powerless to stop her from forcing most of it directly down his throat. As soon as he’s swallowed it all, Rachel releases her grip on his face. “That should fully kick in in about half an hour. As you so kindly explained, it’s a slowing agent. It’s also a natural diuretic. I’m sure you’ll be feeling those effects shortly. You’ll answer some more questions for me, and if I’m satisfied with the answers, when it’s kicked in, I will release you. I’m genuinely curious if you’ll manage to relieve yourself before your bladder explodes. Consider this field research courtesy of PAIN.” She giggles sadistically. Just as promised, they do several rounds of questioning. Basic stuff mostly, only a few secrets Marcus is really hesitant to part with at this point. He answers them all honestly. Anything to get his hands on the contents of that paper and more importantly get to piss before his sloshing bladder literally explodes. When the questioning is done, there are still fifteen it’s remaining before the chemical kicks in. Rachel closes the door behind her. Marcus hears the lock click into place. He moans desperately, already feeling the first somehow even sharper waves of desperation hit him. His bladder feels like an over pumped beach ball being run over by a monster truck. This is a level of desperation Marcus had no idea was even possible. He almost-ferally tries to gnaw at his hand restraints with his teeth, or to grab and pull up at them with his fingers… If he could just get one hand free, he could get those papers out of the way and release the absolute ocean rushing through his bladder. He tries, and tries, and tries, but it’s hopeless. Her rope work is almost impossibly immaculate. No matter what he does, he can’t break free. When Rachel re-enters the room fifteen minutes later, Marcus’ poor bladder has swollen to almost twice its previous size. He’s red in the face, squirming hysterically as much as he can within his restraints and instead of the occasional moan or groan from before, he emits one singular, almost unending series of moans and whimpers and whines so loud he barely notices her return at first. Rachel lets out a low whistle, and strokes Marcus’ impossibly large bladder admiringly. Although her touch is extremely gentle, at this point any touch at all brings a fresh wave of almost unbearable throbbing agony, and he violently pulls away. At this point Marcus is beyond coherent words, all he can say to Rachel over and over again is just, “Please… Please… Please… Please…” “As you wish,” Rachel swiftly unties Marcus’ hands first, and then his feet, he reaches down to pick up the papers, but he can only move agonizingly slowly. Rachel laughs, and strokes his cock several times, bringing him to the edge once more, before gently handing him the stack. Marcus desperately tries to relax his tired pee hole, and finally began pissing, but with this strange sedative in him, the process is agonizingly slow. Rachel laughs, and kicks the bucket his way, her piss swishes and moves torturously inside, the sound of the yellow piss swishing around in the bucket sends another intense wave of need rushing through his bladder all the way to the tip of his penis. A single drop releases, and he thinks he could almost cry from joy. Slowly, he is able to reposition the bucket, and one painfully slow drop at a time, he begins to finally urinate. After what feels like five minutes of one drop at a time, it seems like maybe the sedative is starting to wear off, or perhaps his pee hole is simply so tired that it finally gives out entirely, and those drops turn to a dribble, which turns to the most intense waterfall tingling against his pee hole as it rushes out at impossible speeds, the gushing explosion rings loudly against the walls of the bucket. Rachel watches in awe as Marcus’ head hangs back, and a smile of pure euphoria paint itself across his face. He all-but sings a long, blissful, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…” As his pained bladder slowly deflates. Even after nearly a full minute, his stream barely slows down. Rachel is so turned on she starts touching herself, throwing her head back and moaning with exaggerated pleasure she does so. At this sight, Marcus’ now only half-erect cock springs to attention, frustratingly and painfully cutting off his flow when he so desperately needs more. He tries and tries to keep going, but it’s no use. Rachel looks at him with the smug twinkling eyes of an absolute demoness who knows exactly what she’s just done. “Need some help, Fire-hose?” Marcus winces desperately at the name, but nods, whimpering pathetically. Rachel gets down on her knees and begins licking slowly down his shaft, and then quicker, and quicker, until she can’t help herself, and takes his entire cock into her mouth and begins sucking him off. Marcus moans with pleasure, his knees grow weak as he feels a tingling bliss overtake his throbbing cock, and he cums harder than he can ever remember cumming in his entire life. As soon as he cums, Marcus feels his cock go just soft enough that he can get the rest of the relief that his bladder is still begging for. He pulls out of her hot wet mouth so quickly he hears a pop as he quickly pulls past her lips. No sooner has he cleared the inside of her mouth then the flow is already starting. He desperately grabs at his rod, steadying it, and aiming his “fire hose” for the bucket. Rachel sits back, wiping cum off her luscious lips, and pleasures herself once more to the sight of Marcus’ frantic gushing release. By the time he finishes relieving himself, between the river Rachel deposited, and the ocean Marcus just finished releasing, the huge bucket is so full Marcus swears if he had just one more drop in him it might start spilling over the sides. As his bladder deflates, Marcus feels so relieved he almost cums again just from that. Instead, he gets down on the floor with Rachel and smirks, “I believe I may need to clean this off somewhere,” he indicates her wet and pulsating hole. Rachel nods eagerly, and removes her hands, permitting him entry. It only takes a few well – timed thrusts before both of them, already so close to the edge melt into two unbelievably intense and perfectly synchronous orgasms. The two lay panting side-by-side on the floor for several minutes before Marcus finally breaks the silence, “So… What do you say we meet again? Say, coffee? Same time next week?” Rachel pulls him in for a heady kiss, “Only if you promise to drink lots, and lots of coffee.” Marcus gently runs his hand along her cheek, and kisses her in turn, “It’s a date.” They both laugh.
  14. I thought that this time, I’d post an experience I had from a while ago, from back when I was a junior or senior in high school. One Friday, two friends and I decided to go out right after school. One of my friends, we’ll call him Brian, drove both of us, myself and another friend we’ll call Kevin. Kevin and I both left our cars in the school parking lot. It was maybe a twenty-minute drive, and we went to the mall first, looking in different stores for a bit and stopping off at the food court for a drink. Next we walked across a street or two to Best Buy. I definitely remember Best Buy – I remember Kevin keeping his hand in his pocket quite a bit, and I thought he was pinching himself through his pocket. Kevin was that one friend in the group that seemed to need to pee more often than everyone else in our friend group, and that’s where my mind went when I saw him wiggling his leg with his hand in his pocket. We’d been hanging out since school was out, and since I’d had my last hour with him, I knew he went right with us to the car and didn’t visit the restroom first. We typically didn’t have enough time for bathroom breaks between classes, either. By this point in the afternoon, that probably meant five or six hours without a bathroom for him. I was into omo even back in high school, and the idea of Kevin having to pee got me pretty excited. The downside was that I’d also been without a bathroom for about five or six hours. I wasn’t open with my friends about being into omo, obviously, and I was worried that they’d pick up that I was into it if I got too desperate or enjoyed Kevin’s show too much. But more than I was afraid, I was just as excited to watch Kevin! He was wearing slim khaki shorts, which I knew would show anything very easily. Unfortunately, so would my light blue colored khaki shorts. (If anyone is interested, I know Kevin wore briefs, and so did I – light blue ones like my shorts, made of a thin, stretchy material.) As we were about to leave the electronics store, I saw Kevin walking with a fist in his pocket. I imagined he was probably holding himself, at least a little. I wasn’t quite as badly off, but I wasn’t comfortable either, and I was getting a bit nervous about it. I had a choice: I could go to the bathroom, and likely have Kevin go to the bathroom with me, or we could both hold it. Of course, I wasn’t thinking with my head, so I decided to not remind Kevin that the store had restrooms and hold it. I’d never seen anyone desperate in real life at this point, and I thought Kevin was fairly attractive, so I was enjoying myself way too much to ruin the fun. We walked back across a street and a few vacant lots and to the parking lot where we’d left Brian’s car. Kevin had his hands in his pocket pretty much the whole time, and I think I saw him playing with himself a bit. I guess it could have been the weather too, it was a tiny bit chilly, but that’s not where my mind was. It had been long enough since we got drinks in the mall that I was feeling mine, and I knew Kevin must be too. Once we got to his car, Brian put whatever he’d bought in the front seat, and Kevin and I got in the back. I had to go badly enough by then that I’m sure I winced sitting down, and I noticed Kevin did too. He wiggled his legs, stuck his hand in his pocket and sucked air through his teeth. I was jiggling my own leg and looked over at Kevin. I quietly mouthed, “You too?” He laughed breathily, “Yeah! Shh!” and looked up front at Brian. Kevin didn’t want him to know he had to pee. He didn’t seem to care that I knew, though – we kind of sized each other up, to see how badly the other had to go. We looked each other in the eye for a little bit and grinned. Just to try to make Kevin feel better and get the most out of the moment, I squeezed myself through the pocket in a way that made sure he could see me doing it and bounced my leg a bit – it was also good cover for the fact that I was very hard by now. My bladder was definitely hard too, but I didn’t have to go *that* bad yet. From what I could tell though, Kevin did. He broke off our eye contact, and he noticed at my leg and grinned pretty widely. So did I, and we both giggled to each other. “What’s so funny?” Brian laughed from the front seat. Kevin came up with some quip about whatever Brian had bought or something, I don’t remember, but we all started talking for part of of the drive. It seemed like Brian wouldn’t figure out what was going on … until he hit the brakes a little too hard at one light, and Kevin let out a grunt of pain. “What? What’s wrong?” Brian turned around and gave Kevin one look before figuring it out and laughing. “You have to pee?!” he said, still laughing. “N-no!” Kevin denied, clearly lying. “We were *just* at the mall!” Brian was still laughing. “[Shinobi] needs to piss too!” he said, looking at me, and now he was laughing a little. I gave him a punch in the side, near the stomach, and he yelped a bit. “God dammit!” Brian burst out into laughter even harder. “What is wrong with you two?! You’d better not get my seats wet!” “Shut up,” we told him both at once, laughing a little even though it hurt. “Y’know what?” Brian said, pretending to be mad. Kevin and I looked at each other for a moment, waiting for Brian to finish his sentence. “Just for that –” Brian braked for the next light, way harder than he needed to. We both yelped out in pain, and Brian burst out into laughter (he was the kind of guy that was always laughing, and had a huge, loud laugh). I punched the back of Brian’s seat, but other than that, we were all quiet for a moment. “There’s a gas station,” Kevin broke the silence. “Can you pull in there?” My heart sank a bit at the idea both of us getting relief. “You had a chance to go back at the mall!” Brian said. “I’m not pulling over!” I was secretly relieved, in a different way. We kept driving, Kevin and I all but openly staring at each other now, pretty much constantly trading smirks and glances. We were getting close to our high school parking lot now, and I was getting desperate enough that part of me was actually glad for it. I know Kevin was in pain by then, because he was constantly fanning his legs now, and openly grabbing himself through the pocket of his shorts. Finally Brian got close to our school. We knew it was too late to get into the parking lot (our school had put some gates at the parking lot entrance that wouldn’t let us in at this hour, only let cars out – it was probably 6 or 7 by now and starting to get dark). Instead, he pulled into a small convenience store across the street from our school which, lucky for me (and unlucky for Kevin) wasn’t open anymore. We got out of the car and talked for a while about high school and such (I don’t really remember what). I do remember Kevin with both hands in the pockets of his shorts, constantly shifting his weight back and forth from foot to foot, lifting his feet in the air like he was kicking himself from behind. I kept a hand in one pocket and shifted back and forth too, partly because I had to pee, but mostly because I was incredibly hard by now and didn’t want them to know! The three of us stood there talking, Kevin and I grabbing ourselves through our pockets, shifting back and forth, talking with Brian. I guess Brian had enough of it, because he finally just started laughing at us and said "Why don't you two just go over there?" and pointed at a wall. We looked at the spot and shifted some more as my heart sank. "They've got cameras all over the place here, I don't want to get caught pissing at school," Kevin said, and bounced at the waist in a way that told me he'd had a pressure surge. My heart started beating even faster, knowing Kevin and I would keep holding. "You two are fucking weird," Brian laughed and waved his hand at us, "I'm leaving." He opened his car door and got inside. "See ya," Kevin and I said, and then it was just us. "Aww shit," Kevin said right as Brian drove away. "What?" I asked. "Our cars are on the other side of the school." I laughed, "You gonna make it?" "Yeah," Kevin said, obviously not completely sure. "Okay," I laughed, hand still in my pocket. "What about you?" he asked, looking at my crotch. My bladder felt rock solid by then, and honestly I was a little nervous about making it home anymore, but honestly, the hand in my pocket was more to hide my hard on than to help my bladder. I thought I’d be fine, but I wanted Kevin to feel like it was okay to admit how badly he had to go. So, I grabbed myself a bit and said "God, I dunno" and laughed weakly. "Oh, shit," he laughed. "Let's go then," and he started walking towards our cars. I followed at his side. "Gah," he exclaimed, and did a kind of dance and bent at the knees. "I know," I said laughing, "I dunno if I've ever had to go this bad before." At that point in my life, I’m sure that was true. At least, I'd definitely never had to go so badly in front of a friend, or probably anyone. "Me neither," he admitted, "I feel like I'm gonna pop," he took one hand out of his pants and made an exploding gesture, his other hand clearly working his dick through his pocket. "Don't get any on me!" I laughed, and pretended to work myself through my pocket too - I remember thinking it was too dangerous to actually touch myself at the time, I was just too close to wetting my pants (in more than one way, I guess!). Kevin laughed and groaned a bit, clearly still in pain, and moved the hand not in his pocket onto his stomach, rubbing it a bit. "How're you gonna get home?" I asked him, knowing he lived maybe another 20 minutes away from school. "Oh, God," he moaned, "I dunno." "I live closer if you want me to take you by?" I asked, really just not wanting this to end. "I dunno," he said, in a way that probably meant 'no.' We stayed quiet for a few steps, until he bent over and said "Aww, fuck..." That got my heart pounding even harder - Kevin was not a guy that swore often, so I knew it had to be bad for him now. "You okay?" I asked him. "Dude, I... I really want to piss, but I don't want to get caught," he said, talking about the cameras again. "Then get going," I egged him on, "we're almost halfway there." We had to walk past two buildings to our parking spots, and we were almost past the first one. We walked on for a bit, until my bladder decided to contract a bit, and without really thinking about it I decided to hold us up for a little while. “Ohhh, oww,” I moaned. “See?” Kevin shoved my side a bit, “It’s not so easy to walk when you’re about to piss everywhere.” The way he stressed the word ‘piss’ did not help at all. “Shut up,” I laughed. I was overreacting, sure, but I was genuinely in pain. Kevin laughed, and I got myself under control again and we kept walking. We joked for a bit as we kept walking, a little more slowly and carefully than before, I noticed, which I didn’t mind since it felt like I had a balloon inflated in my stomach, and I was actually hard enough that walking was making my briefs and shorts kind of rub my dick, which didn’t help hide the fact that I was hard. Honestly, my balls were hurting as badly as my bladder at this point, and felt like they were just as full. I kept my dick off to the side and my hand in that pocket so that Kevin wouldn’t see it, hopefully. He hadn’t mentioned anything yet, so I thought it must be working to hide it from him. “Oh, thank God, there’s my car,” I said, pointing it out. “Where’s yours?” “It’s around the other side of the building,” he moaned. “Want a ride?” I offered (for completely selfless reasons, I promise!). “Nah,” Kevin dismissed, “It’s not that far.” I kind of got mixed hot and cold signals from Kevin, if you know what I mean, and couldn’t tell if it was okay to press the subject of how bad we had to pee. Once we got closer to my car though, he swore and jiggled a bit again, so I figured it was okay to tease each other more. “What’s wrong?” I asked again, teasing, “Gotta piss?” I shoved him with one hand while the other was in my pocket, and he ended up turning around so that we were facing each other. “Oh!” Kevin exclaimed, in a genuinely pained way that got my heart pounding, because I knew something went wrong. He didn’t answer and just stood frozen on the spot, and I was throbbing and kept my eyes frozen on his pants. When I saw a small wet spot appear next to his hand and grow a little bit, I totally lost it. My eyes were hyper focused on his pants, and I tried to stifle a grunt, but I know I failed. “Ohhh, fuuuuuu…,” I moaned, pushed my thighs together and bent forward and at the knees, and I felt my cock throbbing. My cum wet through my underwear to my hand. There was a tiny part of my brain that knew what I was doing and felt utterly humiliated, but honestly, at that moment I kind of kicked into autopilot. It’s weird to explain, but it was as if I was watching myself do everything I was doing rather than actually doing it myself. I knew I was blushing furiously, and it only got worse as I felt a wet leg of my shorts slap against my thigh and cling tightly to it. I don’t know how long I came, but I know I came a *lot*. I felt my briefs soaked through, as thoroughly as if I had been pissing myself. Kevin was still bent over grabbing himself, but he was looking right at my pants, just like I was looking at his. I made a noise, a groan I guess. I looked down, and I was soaked, with probably a dinner plate sized patch centered at the bottom of my fly, which was all painfully obvious on the baby blue colored khaki material. The legs of my shorts legs were sticking to my thighs thanks to the cum. “I, uhh … guess I had to piss too,” I heard myself saying, my brain apparently trying to come up with a probably pointless cover story. Kevin stood up and laughed. He shoved me towards my car and started walking away towards his, still laughing. I took a few steps back to keep my balance and feeling my shorts cling to my thighs dominated my attention. I knew I was soaked. “Go home, quick then,” he called after me. I got my keys out of my bag and got into my car. As I sat down, first thing I did was look towards Kevin to see if I could see anything, but I couldn’t. I only saw him walking to his car. After a few seconds, I remembered I still actually had to piss, pretty badly too, especially now that I was getting soft. I hurriedly drove out of the school parking lot, still on auto-pilot still out of the shock of what just happened. Part of me thought I couldn’t make it home without pissing myself, and I looked around my car. I found a large soda cup and pulled off to the side of the road just before I got to the first stop sign on my way home (I lived in the country, so no one was around on the roads, really). Not totally in control of myself yet, I pulled open my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. I looked at my briefs - they were a stretchy blue material that had gone from blue to almost transparent. I may as well have pissed myself for how wet my underwear was. As I was doing looking at them, someone passed by the intersection, but they didn’t go towards me. Nervous about being seen now, I just put my package up to the cup lid without pulling down my underwear, and just let go. Feeling the pee soak over my dick and through my underwear snapped me back out of autopilot. I jerked as I came back to, and realized the cup was almost full. I tried to cut it off, but I couldn't do it in time and part of it overflowed onto my shorts, not that it really made a difference. I put myself back in my shorts and looked for what to do with the full cup. I spurted a bit out while I was looking. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself, and checked outside. No one was coming, so I opened the door and tossed the contents of the cup outside. I leaked again, and did what I was doing before, I was wet enough that it didn’t matter if my briefs got wetter. If that was even possible. I sighed in relief as I felt the pee flow over my underwear and over my skin and thought about what I was going to do to get home. I still lived with my parents, of course, and it wasn’t late enough that they’d be asleep. Lucky for me, I had a large pair of large, black basketball shorts in my car, and I could change before I got home. I finished up, did my pants back up again, and started driving home. I put them on over my wet shorts quickly as I got out of the car at home, said “hi” to my parents and blew past them, and shut the door to my room, my heart pounding again. I looked at my phone, and I’d sat on the side of the road pissing myself for long enough that Kevin would have gotten home. “Make it home okay?” I texted him. I was getting hard again just standing there, and took off the basketball shorts. “Aye, all the way home 😜 Hurt so bad though” he texted back. I reached into my pocket again and rubbed, only a few times, but it was enough to bring me off for the second time that night, not that you could tell. Afterwards, I changed, showered and fell right to sleep.
  15. View File compilatios previews shows september live shows that I did in september Submitter evangelynex Submitted 10/02/2023 Category Female  
  16. Im trying to find two wettings that appeared on reality tv around the 2000s One which I find really hot is where a woman for whatever reason is dared to pee her pants, and she’s given a bottle of water, she chugs most of the water in the bottle, and eventually starts wetting herself, she then places her pee stream on the water bottle, letting some of her pee into the water bottle which she then proceeds to drink shamelessly Another one is some dating show in where a woman has a date and ends up peeing her pants during the date Any knowledge on these wettings is appreciated so that I can find clips and post them
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