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  1. View File EE-702 Women peeing while bathing. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/21/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  2. Hello, long (long!)-time lurker, first time writer. This originally just came out of an alternate ending I suddenly made one night purely for my own enjoyment. Then I thought, well that was exciting, what if I just started a whole new thing fresh...? And was inspired (by my dick, I imagine) to churn this out. Please excuse any odd formatting. Hopefully I can edit things if need be, this is my first real post here, I have no idea what I'm doing. Anyway, Please enjoy! All credit goes to Kasey (https://www.omorashi.org/profile/223054-kasey/) for the original work: This is basically a fanfiction-y spiritual sequel. Not really authorized in any way, hopefully you don't mind, I really enjoyed the original story! "Parker's Second Ultrasound" Unfortunately, despite my best efforts at clever schedule arrangement, Parker was my second-to-last patient that day, weeks later. “Parker! Come on in,” He got up from his seat in the waiting room and entered, already seeming much more in control than the last time I'd seen him. There was a pinkness coloring his cheeks, but I suspected it was more embarrassment at seeing me again than from expending effort. Hands were calm enough at his sides, he walked almost casually, but there was a visible stiffness in his gait that meant he would definitely love to have a piss right now. I couldn't help but pout in my head. Due to the patient I had after him, I wouldn't be able to stretch out his appointment to devote any extra care today. As much as I longed to keep him here until he was writhing on my table again, I really would have to get a completed examination out of him this time. I was hardly worried about Parker causing any trouble; he was far too submissive and humiliated about his prior accident to complain or even mention it to anyone. But if I brought a patient back for a fourth time after a third apparently failed attempt, a superior or some bean-counter might notice the name repeating. It could be played off, but the game was subtle manipulations, if I wanted to carry on with my brand of fun. "It's good to see you again, Parker," I smiled smokily, teasing, as he shimmied up onto the table. "I apologize I wasn't able to get you in for the last slot today. I know you prefer the privacy." The cute little freckles on his face were nearly swallowed by the burning redness that swept up to his ears. No doubt, he was conjuring images of the last time he had been in this room, on this table, helplessly unleashing his raging piss. He quickly turned away, unable to meet my provocative gaze. Maybe just a trick of the light, but I could have sworn I saw his dick twitch beneath his gray sweatpants. "Oh, um.. yeah. It's okay, don't worry about it," he mumbled awkwardly, shifting in his seat and still studiously ignoring me. Oh, this precious boy. "Well, I'm sure you know the drill by now, sweetheart. Expose that belly, and I'll get you gooped up." Nerves were clearly affecting him, when he jerkily tugged his pants down too far, exposing his cock to the naked air. And my appreciative look. I suddenly realized how much I missed this little playthi-.. my patient. He hurriedly pulled them to the correct height and adjusted himself. Pretending not to see his fumbling, I busied myself getting the gel applicator. I hesitated, then put some into my hand, opting to apply it hands-on instead. If I couldn't have my extra time, I was going to enjoy what I had. I smeared it on, taking extra care to cover him fully, probing my fingers around his bladders' curves and slope. It was certainly firm, but I also knew what he was truly capable of. He was maintaining his composure well, only fidgeting a bit before I was satisfied. But let's see how long he can keep that up... A quick wash at the sink, and back to business. I checked the probe and set to work moving it around on his middle. Before I could plan my next move, I noticed from the monitor that he was just a hair below the ideal level to get the readings required. In reality, this was a meaningless difference. I could see everything needed. But he was technically under... I was just barely able to hold down the devious grin that ached to split my face. Shifting smoothly into my new plan, I put on a puzzled expression, and hummed to myself in mock concern. Parker finally glanced up at me. I shifted the probe once more before humming again decisively and setting it back in its cradle. He was attentive now. "Are we done? That was quick..." He watched, relieved, as I wiped the gel off him with a paper towel. "Nope! You naughty boy, you didn't follow your instructions," I said playfully. "You aren't full enough for what we need." "I, I drank plenty! The recommended amount," he protested. "Sorry hon, maybe you did, maybe you didn't, but it apparently didn't make it to your bladder," I gave said organ a poke, reveling in the wince that followed. “Get those pants back up and... Here,” I handed him a 4oz specimen cup from my supplies on the counter. “We need to get some more water into you. Sorry, best I've got; but it's new, completely sterile. And it's small, so fill this up at least eight times at the drinking fountain in the waiting room and we’ll see how things look after I take care of my next patient.” “I really have to go now! How isn't it enough to- I can't drink all that too!” “I’m sorry Parker, but it's just how it is. I need your bladder at the correct fullness to get a good picture. So it needs to be all eight, just to be sure. Be a good boy, get that water in you, and I promise I’ll bring you back in as quick as I can." "But, but...!" he tried again. "Parker!" I said sternly and grabbed hold of his chin. "You know you need this check-up done, I can't do it as you are, and we can't just keep rescheduling because you don't want to cooperate! That being said, I'll ask... Did you have anywhere you needed to be after you were done here?" "N-no..." he admitted. "All right, good. We're getting it handled today then. Go follow my instructions, while I get things reset for my next appointment. But don't drink too fast! Don't want to get a tummy-ache." I smiled privately. We both knew his stomach was not going to be his main concern in just a short while. The consistent blush coloring his face drained away as his fate sunk in, and was replaced by frightened paleness. He stared down into the empty cup and slowly turned as I guided him to the door. It closed behind him and I set about cleaning the equipment and getting things ready for... I checked the next set of records... 28 year old woman, Sarah Brinkman. - I spent a fair ten minutes getting ready, decent time for Parker to have done as he was told. I opened my door with a friendly smile and announced to the waiting room: "All right, Sarah, I'm ready for you!" "Oh, thank God!" I heard her mutter under her breath as she hopped up and rushed past me into the office. She had her small purse held in a death-grip in front of her crotch and her thighs pressed tight together, making a swushing sound with her leggings. Very tight leggings; with no panty-lines to be seen. Saucy girl. Parker was across the room, starting to fill what must be his final cup of water. I lingered on him a moment, then turned to follow the fidgety brunette. She was already up on the table, leaning forward and shifting constantly. "Good afternoon, Sarah. How are we doing today?" "Mmmmm, afternoon.. Doing fff-fine!" she forced out, fooling no one. "Good to hear! I can see you're ready, so let's get started. I just need you to lay back and lift your shirt a little. And your waistband down to just below your pubic bone, please." She complied and lay back gingerly. Just the same, she grunted when she was fully reclined. " SHIT, " she sucked air through her teeth. "Oh, I'm sorry! I just need to go so baaad!" She moaned, worriedly rubbing her hands on her leggings. Only just resisting the urge to plunge them between her legs. I chuckled amiably. "Believe me, I've seen and heard it all, honey! Don't worry about it." After a moment, she had collected herself enough to complete her instructions, and revealed what she was wrestling with. She had the build of a devoted athlete; medium-small breasts, slim but muscular hips, and she was lightly tanned on her beautifully toned midriff, made all the flatter-seeming by the bloated bulge pushing up below it. Easily the size of a softball and just as firm. On her small frame, it was almost obscene. "My my, you weren't kidding," I commented. She just nodded. "I was keeping hydrated all day... I had my run earlier," A few trickles of sweat escaped her hairline and streaked her pretty face. If I were more into women, I would have been soaking through my panties with arousal. As it was, they were only partially damp. Such a display on this gorgeous woman couldn't be denied all affect. But I did have a job to do, and a particular young man currently bursting with excitement for me to finish, so I applied the blue gel and began the examination. Sarah shuddered hard at the cool touch of the applicator, legs crossed at the ankle and her strong thighs squeezing ever tighter at the probe's light touch on her skin. She was attempting to keep her breathing even and regular, trying to simply endure the pain, but it was quickly turning into short gasps as she struggled to keep herself still and dry. I split my attention between the monitor and drinking in her frantic battle. Unsurprisingly, she was overfull, but I was able to see what I needed from her. Her check-up was for something different than Parker's. Sarah's desperate sounds and the electronic hum of the equipment faded to the background as I couldn't help thinking of how Parker must be doing. How full he must be now. As that extra water I demanded of him trickling down into his already full bladder. Stretching it even further. How he must be clenching his little cock tight, curled up in his seat, rocking back and forth. Or maybe was he squeezing himself, both hands, as he skipped back and forth, potty dancing wildly and praying nobody was going to walk in and see him in such an embarrassing position. A loud groan of distress shook me out of my daydream. I realized I had drifted off staring at the monitor. And I hadn't moved the ultrasound probe for the past minute and was putting extra pressure on Sarah's bladder. She had her fingers dug into the cushion beneath her and one knee raised up over the other in a panic. "Oh dear me," I said, recovering quickly. "I'm so sorry about that, I thought I saw something, had to get a closer look." "Mmm," she whimpered, and only nodded again, face screwed into a tight-lipped grimace, sweating more now. Despite my daydreaming, I believed I'd gotten all I needed from her. She was finished up here and ready to be released. In more ways than one. Right as the probe left her skin, there was a sharp hiss between her clamped legs. The gray material tucked into her crotch became a darker shade glistening with wetness. Abandoning any embarrassment, her hands flew immediately to her pussy, jamming her fingers up between her lips as far as they would go. Despite the added outer pressure, another spurt escaped. A pause. Then a longer one. She moaned loudly in agony. Her legs were held ramrod straight, but her body as a whole was vibrating with effort. Sweat was streaming down her face, plastering hair to her forehead. A third jet spurted out around the finger tight against her pee hole, the longest yet. This girl was racing past her limits and I couldn't stop watching her crash right into the finish line. Sarah swung herself off the table and hopped from foot to foot in a frenzied dance, hair flying wildly. "I have to go, Ihavetogo, please, PLEASE, I have to PEE!" she nearly shouted. "Of course, you're finished, go, go!" to say otherwise would be unprofessional, of course. The squirming young woman pried one hand from her crotch and flung the door open to crash into the wall. Across the waiting room outside, Parker paused in his own dance. He was hunched over, legs twisted, dripping sweat, one hand on his knee and one inside his pants, gripping his cock for all he was worth. Looks like I was right, I though to myself. The head of his cock was held forward in his fist, making a visible impression on his sweatpants. A small dark spot bloomed as his grip wavered in shock at the sudden noise. His wide eyes were locked on the doorway in alarm. Sarah, meanwhile, lurched out and to the left, toward where the single unisex restroom waited down a short hall. However, her legs were so tightly contorted and clumsy from panic, as she tried to run, her right foot got caught on her left and she pitched forward to the floor. Luckily, her honed reaction time was fast enough to throw her hands out to catch herself. She stayed like that, on all fours, for a brief moment that felt like an eternity. There was a high pitched sound coming from her throat, and it was plain to see this was her final effort. I could almost imagine a deep rumbling sound building, like a boiler was rapidly pressurizing until the bolts fired off, seams burst, and blew the roof into space. I wasn't far off. With a sharp cry, her dam finally broke and boiling hot piss gushed from her pussy, clattering loudly on the linoleum floor. It sprayed out of her like a power washer on 11, forcing its way through the sodden material of her leggings as if they weren't even there. The way her hips were positioned, the stream was firing down and behind her, pushing her puddle back past my doorway where I stood gaping. It almost seemed to get stronger as she let loose a guttural moan, the smallest feeling of relief finally beginning in the base of her brain. Then her back arched, her body involuntarily trying to curl in on itself to bear down and mechanically force her bladder to empty faster. She relaxed slightly, then a contraction caught her again and brought her hips forward with a grunt, then again, and again for a fourth time, groaning raggedly with each one. Her own body worked her like a bellows, forcing the piss out in surging bursts. At long last, she seemed spent and the flow petered out. She sat there, hands and knees in a warm pool of her own making, head down, huffing like she had run a marathon. I gave her a moment, then approached and lay a comforting hand on her back. Apparently, that one small touch was enough to break her concentration and trip a hair-trigger deep inside she had felt rising, and a different dam broke. Her legs clamped together with a squelch and she tightened up again, fingers flexing and breath caught fast in her throat. One foot twitched pitifully behind her. She let out a tiny gasp and shuddered in place for a long moment. Slowly her seized muscles released and she swayed, now truly spent. I steadied her around the middle before she could tip over and get a face full of her own pee. I could only squat there and blink for a few seconds. I don't think she or I was expecting that. That piss must have really been something. "Sarah..? Are you all right?" I murmured. She blinked up at me blearily, struggling to get her bearings after such an... experience. "Um, I..." she cleared her throat, still in shock. "I... am so so sorryyy. I just couldn't hold anymore... it hurt so bad. And-and then I... I couldn't....it just hit me... right in front of you... holy shit, just kill me now..." A few tears plinked down into the piss puddle. Gentle sobs began to shake her shoulders as I stroked her back and took stock. The full puddle stretched a few feet out in every direction, more past my office. Her leggings were now basically a complete darker shade, soaked from the pressurized release and absorbed off the floor. And I had almost forgotten the other occupant in the waiting room... Parker seemed rooted to his spot, apparently not having moved since the door first swung open. Just staring in horror, as he still was, at the pretty girl forcefully voiding what he so desperately wanted to as well. He was still clutching at his cock in his pants, but it now jutted forward erect, and his wet spot had snaked a thin line down his pant leg to the knee. As if sensing my attention, he suddenly came back to himself and remembered his complaining bladder. He hunched forward again, renewing his desperate battle, and re-moistening his wet spot with another leak. "Sarah... Sarah, it's okay honey, you're okay," I consoled, and helped her rise to her wobbly legs. "It can happen to anyone. You should have seen our ultrasound training days in medical school. We had to practice on each other for hours!" And I continued a bit louder, "But you feel a lot better now, don't you? Relieved at last. All that pressure gone, you probably feel so much lighter!" I smiled at Parker, who was now kneading his cock to keep his own waters in. Sarah half-nodded morosely, still sniffling. I escorted her on towards the facilities. "How about you get cleaned up as you can in the restroom and- do you feel okay to drive home?" A nod. "All right. And really, you can barely tell at a distance. If you go out the back here, no one will be the wiser, I promise." "Mhmm... th-thanks," she said wetly. And tottered into the restroom. I turned back to take care of Parker, at last. Who was delirious with desperation by this point. His kidneys had done their job superbly and were working through all the water he had dutifully choked down, shoving it through into his bladder until the organ stood out proudly between his hips, taut as a drum. He was standing shakily at the edge of the puddle. He had himself pulled out over his waistband and seemed to be trying to hype himself up to piss on the floor. "PARKER. You put that thing back right now!" I whisper-shouted, feeling like a dog owner with a misbehaving pet. In his strained mind, he thought he could sneakily relieve some pressure into the mess already there. He gave a start as he heard me. And quickly yanked his sweatpants back up, waistband pulled purposefully above his bulge, and immediately pinched the end of his dick again from the outside. "But, I-! I can't wait, I caaan't... " He moaned out piteously, shaking his head back and forth. Yet, he still was. I quickly splashed over and seized him by the shoulders. "You can and you will," I commanded. "Let's get this done, sweetie. You've been such a good boy so far, don't ruin it now." And firmly herded him into my office, making tiny waves in the lake of piss with his shuffling feet. I kicked the door shut behind us and slid the children's step stool up to the table. In his state, I knew he wouldn't make it up himself. Shaking and shivering as he was though, I still had to help steady him. Before he sat down on the edge, I said, "First, we'll just get these out of our way entirely, yes?" Like a flash, I grabbed either side of his sweatpants and shucked them to his heels in one motion, dislodging his hand in the process. He squeaked in alarm and a quick shot of piss sizzled just past my face, which was now at crotch level. His bladder was truly incredible from this close vantage, it was now stretching the whole area between his hips and pushed out a solid inch or so, nearly covering his dangling penis in the shadow it cast. I gave his cock a hard flick as I straightened. "Hey. Do not piss on the tech," I admonished, but he hardly noticed. His eyes were screwed shut and cock pressed between palms tucked tight between his thighs, both to hold himself shut and try to hide himself in embarrassment. He moaned lowly as he forced back a further leak. "All right, now lay down, I'll get you checked out. And then you can let out allll that pee," He nodded, still concentrating, and eased his bare ass on and swung his legs up. I slid his bunched up underwear, pants, and slip-on shoes all the way off and tossed them on the counter. Parker now lay shivering in exertion and cold on the table, naked from the waist down. He had a white-knuckled grip on his cock, sweat oozing from every pore on his body. Bare dancing legs crossed one over the other, then the other way, one knee popped up for a moment, they twisted tight around each other, then stretched out flat; just trying to find a position that offered any relief. Wide eyes tracked me as I got the gel and probe out. I would have to be extra gentle, he seemed fit to pop at any moment. The gel slid smooth onto his heated body and he groaned as the applicator softly kissed his stretched skin. Had he been in a clearer state of mind, he would have long realized that if he was too full for the exam last time, he was definitely too full right now. As it was, he couldn't retain a thought beyond the retention of his piss. I was under no impression I would be able to get anything useful yet either; but I just couldn't help myself not to play it out anyway. It was almost sad toying with him like this, but my nethers swimming in steaming arousal did not care a whit. Gel done, now there was a problem. Two shaking forearms were stretched over the area I needed to probe. "Sweetie, your arms are in my way, I need you to let go of your cock." The look he shot me was pure disbelief. "No, no I can't! It's too much! I can't!" he whimpered, squeezing at his dick rhythmically. "Parker, you are not a child! Adults can hold their piss without grabbing at their junk. Get your hands off! Now!" He choked out half a sob, scrunched his eyes shut, and slammed his arms down to the table at his sides. They quivered there, longing to dart back down to squeeze again. I wouldn't be surprised if his fingernails had drawn blood with how tightly his fists were clenched. With arms unable to help, his legs twined themselves around each other, trying desperately to do it alone. His pelvis lifted off the table, then settled back again. He let out a truly agonized groan. "Thank you, sweetheart," I cooed. The probe came down and delicately traveled its course. I rested my offhand ever so faintly on the base of his bulging bladder. I could almost feel his sphincter fluttering in fatigue, as his cock jumped with each spasm and little squirts leaked out every few seconds. His breath was coming in short gasps, face burning red and shining with sweat, straining himself beyond belief to keep his piss contained with that one tiny ring of aching muscle at the exit of his bladder. I continued swiping across him, relishing his performance, but I finally relented. Despite not once looking at the monitor, I pretended I just noticed something and clucked my tongue, taking the probe away. "Tsk... ... -Oh fine, Parker, use your hands." The latest burgeoning leak was cut off as he rammed his hand over his cock, bending the pliable hose over itself and clamping down on it to stem the flow. "Well, it seems you overdid it, naughty boy. Now you've got too much piss in you." For a split second, he shot me a furious look, resent and indignant anger flaring in his eyes, but it was quickly smothered in a fresh wash of tortured desperation. I continued, "We'll have to let some of that out, so I can check you correctly." "Ba-bathroom?" A faint sparkle of hope glinted in his scrunched face. "No, Parker. Sarah's likely still in there and I won't have you bothering the poor woman." He seemed about to sob. "No, you're going to do it in here. With this," I held up another of the specimen cups from earlier. He either wasn't thinking about how precious little that cup could hold or he was so eager for any relief that he didn't care what size it was, as long as it could receive liquid. He nodded, and squeaked emphatically, "Please!" "All right, but only in the container! You wouldn't want to make a mess on my floor again, right?" I couldn't help but tease. He awkwardly scooted himself off the table as fast as the sloshing weight between his legs would allow and stood on the floor next to it, dancing about like he stood on hot coals. I handed him the cup and he got into position, tucked close to the table in a vain attempt to maintain some level of privacy to do his business. I could have pretended to humor his efforts and look away, but he wasn't paying attention to me anyway. He aimed his shaking cock as best he could, and finally let go. The piss ripped out him, drilling loudly into the small plastic container, which was filled to the brim in scant seconds. He grunted as he tried to pinch off the flow, but the head poking out of his tight fist spat another fat stream onto the floor. And then a second. His body had finally tasted a little relief and it burned to continue. A third hot spurt. His eyes flicked around in sheer panic, looking for something -Anything!- to help him, when he realized five more cups sat on the surface next to him. A measly four ounces were obviously not going to get him to the target volume, so I had laid out all the cups I had at hand. The young man set the full one on the table and snatched up the next to hold ready under his dick. Piss gushed at once into clear plastic. In a stroke of desperate genius, he let his cock hang on its own and grabbed the third cup with his unoccupied hand. Without slowing his stream, he swapped in the empty cup just as the second one started to overflow and set it next to the first one on the table. He continued juggling through them like that until all six cups were on the table, full of steaming urine. After enjoying such a long uninterrupted stream, his bladder shrieked all the louder when he clamped down again. I was almost sure he would scream as well. Doubled over and trembling dick held tight once more. Stock-still and focused entirely on maintaining control, he had to let a short burst out that had managed to force its way into his dammed up urethra. After a long half-minute, a single drop hung shining at the tip, but no more escaped. He managed to heave an unsteady breath as the thundering wave of urgency passed enough for his mind to clear of its blind panic. Parker's bladder still felt horribly full and on the verge of surrender, but at least he could think again. I let out my own deep breath. I had enjoyed seeing that. To my practiced eye, the bulge appeared much closer to an acceptable level now. I joined him on his side of the table to collect the piss cups. But first, I embraced him from behind to run my fingers up and down his chest, "You did so well, sweetie. But you did leak on the floor." He yelped when I gave his ass a solid stinging smack. "I'll clear it off and then back up on the table, boy." We both got ourselves into position, and I was about to begin when... "Parker," I began testily. "You're blocking me again." "I'm sorry! I still really really have to pee!" I huffed lightly and stroked my hand along his upper thigh. "Mmmm... I guess you sure do, at that... Remember what we did last time to help you hold it?" My fingernails traced farther upward. Now I gently massaged his balls, and they began to tighten up in response. "Y-yes..." he answered hesitantly, his mouth suddenly and ironically feeling a bit dry. "Well... get it started then," I prompted, adding a little huskiness to my voice. I continued caressing his sac as I gave his inner thigh a few kisses and a quick lick. His erection began to build, hidden under his hand, until it was too uncomfortable to keep forced down, where he let it out to spring skyward. He kept his hand wrapped around it but seemed afraid to go further. Embarrassment with doing yet another very private act in front of me warred with the visual and feeling of my head so close to his crotch, hot breath wafting across his sensitive areas. A bit impatient, I moved in closer and dragged my tongue on his balls, tasting the salty tang of his sweat. From the back of the young man's throat came a soft moan, different than what I'd heard from him so far today. Just a few more seconds of that and his cock was throbbing hard. Even if he wasn't cooperating, that should block off his piss for a time. "There you go, big boy, keep it in." I straightened and started my exam. When his erection started to flag a little from overriding piss pressure, I moved his hand off and wrapped my own slim fingers around. I had no qualms giving him a few tugs if he wouldn't do his part. The reluctant moans were part pleasure, part pain. Parker's bladder was still aching full, but decently reduced enough for me to work. He was still struggling with it nonetheless. I passed the probe back and forth, taking care to focus where I needed and make sure he was looking up to snuff in there. All the while, I kept a steady stroking of his cock, keeping him hard and the piss locked up. An impressive display of dexterity on my part. Meanwhile, liquid was still getting filtered out by two well-exercised kidneys; the last of the water he had drank earlier. As time went on for the examination, his bladder was refilling. It seemed at an exponential pace, as if the body was making up for lost time now that it knew some space had been made. Parker was becoming increasingly agitated, his reddened cheeks and sweating had kicked back in with force. Between my hand on his cock and his bladder inflating, he had two burning needs fighting for release. I slowed my stroking as I struggled to make out what I could through the increasing bladder size. It was near impossible by now, but I had experience and this was the final chance for getting this exam done. Suddenly, he grunted and a squirt of piss jumped from his hard cock and drenched my hand in hot urine. "Parker, I haven't finished yet! You hold that piss in, young man," I snapped. "Sorry!" He panted. "But I have to go- ... -fucking bad!" The blush had reached his ears again, painting him all in fire engine red. One heel was juddering a wild tattoo on the table as his legs shook uncontrollably. He shivered and shook all over, tearing between desperate need and frantic desire. His cock was fiery rod in my hand, which I now held still, simply squeezing him closed. I could feel his muscles clench through it, pushing and flexing against my hand. Holding back the surging ocean of pee or trying to reach an approaching orgasm, I couldn't tell. I doubt he could either. He let out whimpering moans with each panicked breath. His face was twisted into a horribly pained grimace as what felt like gallons of piss rammed on the same gate that his churning balls wanted to blast cum through. A hot prickling sensation climbed up his spine to the back of his head, making him tingle all over as his body felt ready to, he was sure, literally explode. The feeling spread out and down to fill his trunk and limbs with crackling, numbing energy. Fingers lost feeling while they dug hysterically into the cushion beneath him. During this rising turmoil, I kept my eyes on the monitor to get the last imaging of his raging insides. I could barely see at this point, but finally it was done. He was hale and hearty, no problems to be seen at all. I raised the probe off his squirming, writhing body and let go of his steely cock. "Okay, Parker. Looks like you're all good. We're done," I declared. His watering eyes darted to me and took a long second to grasp at the words that sluggishly worked through his waterlogged brain. He almost seemed to comprehend for a moment, Then all at once, his stomach muscles tightened and he half sat up as a long and powerful silver jet shot up from his erect dick. It nearly reached the ceiling before it all crashed back down again, dousing him, the table, and me. The stream paused a moment, as he strained to stop, but it geysered up regardless, arcing down again to splash all of us. He let out a cry. Abruptly, the torrent dwindled and cut off, as if something had closed off its path. Cock rigidly twitched a few times, but nothing escaped. He was tipping over the edge. Parker flopped back to the table and gripped tight onto the sides of it. He began to tremble as his ass cheeks clenched and stabbed his rock hard cock toward the ceiling. His brown eyes bulged and crept into the back of his head. His mouth dropped open and chin jutted out, for only a hoarse croak to escape. At last, muscles in his groin contracted forcefully, and a blast of cum erupted from his dick. It flew straight up to splatter down onto his own shirt. Hips bucked in spastic jerks with each mighty spurt that blasted cum with unbelievable power to splash down around him. I counted at least eight, reducing in volume with each, but the last was longer and clearer. Internal plumbing was forced to immediately switch gears as his bladder now exerted all its strength to void. His wildly confused system took that great forceful pressure as a sign to begin another round of orgasmic contractions. His hard cock continued to jolt, but now shot piss up into the air in quick bursts like he was cumming it out. It obviously felt so, as his head was still thrown back in ecstasy and his whole body spasmed. Each fat burst hissed as it escaped his highly pressurized pee hole. Eventually, his cock heaved a final time and the rhythmic shower was over. Parker lay boneless on the table, chest heaving as he could finally start to catch his breath. His eyes were closed in euphoric bliss and exhaustion. It looked like his bladder bump was near smooth again, but not completely flat even now. I couldn't be surprised, that was hardly a normal way to empty a bladder. Obviously he wasn't feeling it urgently, though; he almost seemed dead asleep, if anything. My white jacket had more than a few wet patches decorating its surface. I had tried to step back a bit when the fireworks had begun, but there was only so much room to escape that steamy golden shower. Although, it wasn't very golden with how hydrated he had been, and you could barely smell a hint of it. I slipped my outer layer off to avoid any more soaking into my scrubs underneath. My panties were also wet, but... that wasn't pee... I just had to give my slick folds a quick rub to partly satisfy the aching tingle. I shivered, then collected myself and went to stand at Parker's side with my arms crossed under my breasts. I waited there for a time, shifting my weight a bit, until his breathing began to normalize. I softly cleared my throat. His eyes peeled open, one at a time, and he seemed to have trouble focusing on anything. Slowly, vision cleared and he could see me staring down at him, a few random locks of hair wet and matted down to my scalp. One hung dangling in front of my face. The fiery blush returned once more, this time pure horrified shame and embarrassment. He knew what happened. My things squeezed together briefly as I bent forward at the waist. I leaned in close to his face and grabbed his chin roughly. "Parker... dear boy. I thought I told you... not to piss on the technician," I snarled. Wide brown eyes flicked between my own blue in terror. A feral grin bared my teeth. "You're not getting off from that scot-free." I pushed him away and stepped back. I slipped out of my shoes and stuffed my socks into them. Dainty feet patted on the cold floor. Looking him right in the eyes, I then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my scrub pants and slide them down slowly, revealing the jet black panties underneath. An extra shine in the gusset where they were soaked with my arousal. I pressed a needed hand up against myself for a moment, then slid the panties down as well, pushing my ass out provocatively. Now I stood, hands on hips, naked from the waist down, just like Parker, who stared intently at my neatly trimmed bush. He swallowed hard and his penis jumped once as it tried to get hard again, but was unfortunately too wrung out to perform so soon. I showed my teeth again and climbed up onto the table to straddle his middle. There was just barely enough room to perch with my shins on the soft cushion to either side of him. "Ready to get yours, Sweetie?" I asked. Throughout this long day of excitement, my own bladder had filled significantly from my usual intake of fluid and a skipped bathroom break. As Parker was losing control wildly just then, I felt my urge ramp up quickly to be very uncomfortable. My own middle had grown large and hard in sympathy with my last two patients' desperate battles. Though not quite to the same degree. And now I could feel it absolutely aching to gush from me, onto the young man held captive between my smooth thighs. I sat my ass down heavily onto his pelvis, pressing down on his bladder and tucking his cock into the groove between my cheeks, aimed toward his feet. He grunted in surprise and discomfort. I gave him a last predatory look, and released. The piss rushed out in a surging river onto his stomach, hissing and splashing, rapidly re-drenching his damp shirt. A long moaning sigh whooshed from my mouth. Ohhh, this felt heavenly; the relief! It was not a stretch to see how Sarah could have came earlier just from pissing out her massive load. I could feel my bladder deflating as the days-worth of pee flowed powerfully from my pulsing pee hole. I gave an extra push, increasing the already vigorous flow into a roaring deluge, striking off his skin and flinging droplets into the air. The flood spread across his body, then off the table, in waterfalls crashing to the floor. A husky groan tumbled from my lips. I rolled my hips a bit, grinding my gushing pussy onto his abdomen. Then I heard the spattering sound of liquid striking the vinyl cushion behind me. It seemed his blocked bladder had finally relaxed again. I fancied I could feel the hum as the piss coursed through the shaft nestled into my ass. We both sat there, giving the occasional pant of delicious relief as we pissed out all we had for the next nearly forty seconds. Our streams slowly died out. I bore down again, forcing the last of it out in a hard squirt onto his stomach. We both breathed. The fire that had been burning inside me for the last few hours blew up into a roaring inferno, as if the pee I just released had been the last thing quenching its fury. My right hand flew straight to my hooded clit like a heat-seeking missile. Fingers rubbed frantically, using my piss and personal lube to fly ever faster and harder. Breaths came fast and hard as the heat spread up into my chest and face, nipples poked out against my bra. I spared a glance for Parker, seeing him goggle at the tech that had just emptied her bladder onto him and was now madly bringing herself to orgasm, perched right on top of him. He'd seen me naked and was currently wearing my piss, so he could get as much an eyeful as he wanted, far as I could have cared right then. My hips moved on their own, grinding my lips desperately against his pelvic area. I was already so nearly there. The sun-like heat in my body built rapidly to a supernova that finally detonated behind my eyes as a scream of ecstasy tore my throat raw. I saw stars as I blacked out for a moment and only distantly felt myself fall forward onto Parker's soggy chest. My muscles spasmodically twitched as I lay there, one hand still glued to my crotch, giving my clit a few gentle rubs to ride out the pleasure. A peaceful five minutes passed while I gradually drifted down from my incredible high. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of satisfied pleasure, then lifted my head to give Parker a half-lidded, dreamy smile. The corner of his mouth quirked up slightly then back down, he was plainly unsure of how to feel about all of this. At length, I clambered off of him and stood next to the table. I adopted a professional tone, in hard contrast with the cool air I could feel caressing my damp labia. "Okay, we're all finished up here. Thank you for being so cooperative today. Your results will be added to your records; you can check them out online if you want in your Patient Portal. Have a great evening, and if you have any further questions or concerns..." I took his face in my hands and darted in to mash my lips against his. Mouth parted slightly in shock and I slipped my tongue in to dance briefly across his teeth. I released the suddenly breathless young man and pulled back. "..please don't hesitate to schedule another appointment." And there we are. Hope you all enjoyed, (while a little hot under the collar, if I did it right). I'm not sure I got the characters quite true to the original, but eh, it is what it is. Fanfiction, after all. Also please excuse any awkward bits of inaccurate medical tomfoolery, I am no doctor. And have never even had an ultrasound myself, for that matter. I am also not a woman, so hopefully the intimate descriptions were close enough to accurate and, at the least, not cringe-inducing. All righty, off you go now.
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  5. Jan 10th 2018 Omg!!! Let’s just open with omg!!! I shouldn’t partake on the forum at work (using cellphone) and getting horny, such a big big no no, lol I was in a naughty naughty mood, but sneaky I was, I beset a challenge to myself consequently and it didn’t help, at least not till I finished after work, it was torcherous!!! And I had to pee so so bad!!! And I was sensitive down there cause of my challenge, never again!! (7.5 hrs was long enough!! Lol) And luckily for me, stacey didn’t ride with me cause she had a few promising interviews with some landlords =} My challenge was to cum as many times as I could without going pee, sounds easy right?? Hahahah!! Nope!! Especially towards the end, I wore my favourite fuchsia g-string and bra, it gets wet so nice, a burgundy silk top and a black skirt to my knees, that clings to my ass, and black thigh highs, At first it seemed simple enough, I did some work, got the real bladder pushing stuff done early and all was left would be my computer work, I started this challenge @ 8am 11am I went to the ladies room , it was empty so I went quietly to the stall and played with myself until I came, it was good, quick so I went back and drank a coffee, no big deal, Time pressed and time wasn’t going as fast, nothing to distract me, I needed to hold off to 2:30pm, I felt the pressure build but persistent I survived and at 2:30pm I made my way to thr ladies room , waited like 10min for a few girls to leave so I can be less obvious , and again, I made myself cum, it wasn’t as good and I really really needed to pee and I almost caved but I knew if I don’t try now I’ll never do it, what’s the worse case? I’ll just come back to the ladies room, so I slowly made my way back to my office and sat there feeling sorry for myself, omg I’m not gonna make it is what I thought, but I was able to get my mind off it for abit , I was needed , yay lol, it bought me 45min and I was done, and waited another 45min , to do my last bit of daily stuff, then finally 5pm came and I was hurting, I almost needed a wheel chair, I took it easy and slow and moved towards the elevator that took me to the parkade, and I made my way to my car, beside my car is a support pillar and with shifting changes and over laps I had 30min At least b4 ppl started to come, I was outta breath, I was even sweating a bit, I was antsy and was in desperate need, I made sure the area was clear, and began to slow pee, but it was to much and I didn’t care and the pressure was so overwhelming I feel to my knees, I gasped aloud and un buttoned my entire shirt grabbing one of my breasts and with my other hand pressed hard into my crotch as I peed, omg I rubbed as I peed until I came, I was so out of breath I felt like passing out , pee saturated my skirt greatly , after I finished peeing , pee was dripping still, from my skirt and gstring, I took it off and wrung it out so I could make the drive home abit more comfortly
  6. some background knowledge: I (23) am a dog groomer, I work long days and normally get very few breaks. Well today we were short staffed and missing 2 groomers. So everyone is overbooked and very focused on getting all the extra dogs fit in the shedule. A few hours into the day, I feel I need to use the bathroom, not urgent but it's noticeable. I drink my water and had a morning protein shake like normal. I've done 2 dogs at this point, I got spashed by one of my dogs and I'm all wet down my smock and pants. Meanwhile hearings water running and having my hands in it, is making me really have to go and I fidget when I sit down, I'm so focused on working quickly that I don't really pay much attention. Later, I'm working next to a co-worker and half why through her dog she announced "that's it, I can't hold it anymore" and asks me to watch her dog on her table as she goes and relieves herself. I can feel my stomach buldging and knowing she was getting to go made my bladder yell. But she did have less dogs then me, she had the chance to go. I needed to finish my dogs, there was only 2 hours till closing, I could wait. I'm bathing my last dog and the warm water on my hands made me unintentionally do the pee dance. I was squeezing my legs together and bouncing up and down. I felt a leak and my panties become noticeably wet. I shot my hand down to stop it. I was alone in the tub room, thank God, I told a deep breath and thought just finish washing this dog and before you blowdry him you can go to the bathroom real quick. I rinse out the shampoo and lather up the conditioner when I feel another leak and this was a big leak. I out loud said oh no and crossed my legs. My black pants and the water from the tub made the spot invisible but my whole lap is wet and I can feel drops running down my legs. I finish washing the dog and when I grab a towel, I lose control and it's running down my legs and a small puddle is under me. I panic and try to stop it. I stop it and it hurts so much. I look around and no one is the blow dry room either. Everyone must be in the grooming room. I think for a moment and I know there is no way I can pass everyone in the grooming room and make it to the bathroom near the front of the building now. I'm in the tub room which has a drain in the floor. My pants are already soaked in pee. I look at my dog, embarrassed that any living thing is watching this happen and I let go. I piss with so much force that I can hear a hiss. Quickly everything my panties, pants, and socks are soaked in piss. My boots pool with piss. I feel so relieved and alittle red in the face, but I dump out my boots and throw a towel on the floor. I Quickly get myself together and get my dog out of the tub and continue my job like nothing happened. No one found out. It felt incredible. My clothing dried so fast because they are meant to. I'm home now and I have to pee just thinking about today.
  7. So I have seen various posts from females about someone controlling their bladder, making them hold it in, telling them when and how much to drink and not being allowed to pee until the controller allowed them to pee! I've been wanting and trying to do this with a female for a very long time! So if there are any females out there (or you are one of the ones that made a post like that) please inbox me as I am VERY interested in doing this with you! Also you can control my bladder either after or during the time that I am controlling yours! I e just always wanted to make a female hold it in! It would be Soo amazing and incredibly sexy and fun! I WILL definitely without a doubt make you pee yourself! I will be making it very challenging for you and you will literally beg me to let you pee.. but I will not let you go when you want to go! And when you do pee, it WILL be in your panties!😍😋😉🥳 So to any females interested in this little game, both being the one whose bladder gets controlled and being the one in control, then please message me! Only if you're serious and we will definitely play because I'm really looking for a female to play omorashi games with!
  8. I'm gonna try to keep this one short and concise. My friend wanted to do a hold for me, so we decided to cuddle and flirt and kiss each other for a while while we waited for his bladder to fill up. His stomach was bulging and I kept gently pressing his bladder, making him moan. His moaning and intense blushing are so cute. I tickled him a lot too, which he said made him feel like he was going to wet himself. He looked like he really thought he might leak some from the tickling. We were running out of time before he had to go home, and he wasn't desperate enough to be accidentally leaking yet. I told him to go stand in the shower with his clothes still on. He stood there looking at the toilet and trying to keep from losing control. I tickled him until he tried to grab himself to hold better. At that point, I was pretending to get tired of his nonsense, and I firmly told him no as I grabbed his hands and forced him to stand still and not grab his crotch. He was shaking at that point. He still hasn't leaked at all, so I told him he could let out a little bit in his pants if he needed to. He was wearing sweatpants and a jock strap. He let a bit out, but was able to maintain control even with me holding him still. So I told him to let a little more go. At that point, the leaks were getting out of hand and he was about to just full-on wet himself as I held his hands away from his face when he tried to hide it in shame. I decided I didn't want him completely ruining his pants since he still had to drive home, so I let him use the toilet. We had agreed beforehand that if he used the toilet, I'd have to help him by holding his dick for him.
  9. sleeping_cat01

    Citrulla

    From the album: sleeping_cat01's scribbles

    Splashing demon coffee on watermelons created Citrulla, a sweet watermelon girl absolutely bursting with juice.
  10. I have been trying to increase my capacity to 1L for some time, but have never been able to measure a pee that makes it that far. I suspect I have held more than that before, but wasn’t able to measure in those situations. For me, when I get to about 750-800ml I get lower back and kidney pain, and usually have to let go. But today I tried to fight through that pain and finally get to my goal. I last peed at 1:00 today with the plan at drinking 1 500ml bottle of water per hour. Here was my bladder fully empty: I made it pretty easily to 5 PM, but then started feeling the need significantly, I’d say a 5.5/10. I ran some errands and had dinner to occupy myself, but by 7 Pm I couldn’t drink any more water without feeling unhealthy, so that was my last bottle. By then, I was about an 8/10. I sat still and tried to stay busy until 8, where the kidney and lower back pain kicked in. That is what I consider to be my 10/10, or 800ml holding. Normally I would give up here, but really wanted to push myself. I felt my bladder and it was as rock hard as I’ve ever felt it. Here is a photo from about 8:15: I was bursting at the seams and fighting to hold on. I was fighting past the pain stage and for the first time ever got to the point of feeling like I couldn’t control myself, nearly spurting whenever I wasn’t concentrating on keep all my muscles shut down there. Here is a photo from that moment: shortly after this, I lost my first leak and only leak at about 8:50. It was only about 1 second of pee, and it was absolute torture to close myself off from the orgasmic feeling of relief. Here was my bladder right after that leak: It is a little blurry as I could not stay still. I have never seen my bladder that full and the combination of pain in my back and kidneys, and my tiring bladder muscles was getting to me. the taste of relief from my leak left me begging for more and I finally gave in. Here are the bottles I went into: I am sad that I was so close, yet so far. I would love for some females to share similar experiences below.
  11. Alright, so little background, I was on a bus with no internet or data and was in the mood to write but didn't have my notes for my other fics so I just decided to create a story with little editing or revisions. This story has been a small fantasy for almost 6 years but kinda filed it away until I remembered it recently. So I decided, screw it, and just wrote this. Very self-indulgent and not very realistic, but I thought some of ya'll would get a kick out of it, so here it is! If it gets some traction, I might move it up my backlog list and write a new entry sooner! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Casey stirred from an expected car nap, his head resting on the frame of the passenger's side window of his mother's sedan. With all the packing and excitement his parents were showing with Casey's move to college, he hardly got any sleep the previous night, along with the early departure for the long drive to his university. Luckily he wasn't driving, his mother was, and he's surprised he was able to fall asleep with her constant yapping about her stories at college and how she met dad… yadda yadda yadda. His nap wasn't rude or antisocial; his mom just liked to hear herself talk. Along with all the excitement, Casey spent the last night in anxiety. He wasn't the most self-assured person, especially in social situations, so he wondered how well he really would do in college. He could join a club or something but he'd be much more comfortable sticking to himself. There was another source of anxiety, however. When Casey applied, he was given a dorm much like the rest of his freshman colleagues, however, some administrator goofed up his application, and put him down as the wrong gender. He knew Casey was a fairly gender neutral name, to be fair, but this was ridiculous. He was spending thousands of dollars a semester in tuition and they couldn't get his sex right? The error was corrected a little too late; Casey was registered into a dorm building designated for females. The school was at max capacity in terms of student housing, so Casey could not be reaccomodated. As a show of good faith, the school allocated the singles room with his own private bathroom, the only other restroom being a public one split between the seven other ladies in the building. Yeah, the building was old, but it wasn't very thoughtfully planned out. Casey felt he should have been excited to have his own single with his own bathroom, knowing the college horror stories of terrible roommates and disgusting shared bathrooms. But among Casey's insecurities was one about women. He never felt comfortable around them, thinking they were constantly judging him, and naturally never had a girlfriend or even had his first kiss. Now he was surrounded by seven of them. Sheesh. The rest of the six hour trip from home was followed by another nap, before arriving at his college. It was a rather prestigious, large university with a large campus surrounded by a college town, and Casey was whisked away to an obscure corner of the campus where his dorm was, which luckily was close to a bus stop to get around campus. Casey started unpacking but was quickly met by one of his dorm-mates, a skinny girl with blonde hair and some glasses in a cute square frame. She wore a tank too and some short-shorts, which was relevant for the weather which was still warm from the summer. She excitedly introduced herself to Casey. "Hi!" Casey was caught off guard by a girl randomly approaching him, he can't recall that ever happening. "Uh, hi." Casey answered. Jeez, he could at least try to be a bit more sociable, he was going to be living with this girl, among others, for the next 9 months. The girl picked up on his awkwardness. "You don't have to be so reserved around us." She responded with a trustworthy smile. "I know it's not very traditional to have a building with a guy amongst a bunch of girls, but the lot of us weren't panning on using it as a source of tension. Despite the gender difference, we can still hang out and be friends as roommates!" Casey eased up on his defensiveness, the girl feeling very genuine in her response. "Heh, thanks. That makes me feel better, I didn't want to be treated as a creep or anything from something I couldn't control." "Oh, of course! We don't mind at all, as long as you respect our privacy and all that, but I don't think that'll be a problem since you got the best space in the house, your own bathroom and all…" she said with a bit of envy in her tone. "Oh, is there a problem with that?" Casey queried, picking up on her tone. The girl sighed. "Yeah, the seven of us sharing one toilet and shower has been quite the drag. So you're lucky you don't have to share it with us." Casey felt relieved he wouldn't have to take part in that. "Oh wow, is it really that bad?" "Yeah it is!" She started to blush. "This might be TMI, but I've almost been reduced to having to go in a bottle or a trash bin because it's occupied. That's how bad it is!" Oh damn. Now Casey felt really lucky he wouldn't have to take part in that fiasco. But he also felt kind of bad. He was only one guy using a whole bathroom, he felt like a bit of a hog. "I mean, I obviously won't be using it that much, if you ask I'll let you use it, i-if that's makes it any better." Casey blurted out, before almost immediately regretting that statement. Don't be a creep, inviting girls into your room to use your bathroom where you could listen, what are you doing?!? "You know, I might have to take you up on that offer. It gets pretty bad sometimes! I promise I'll try to stay out of your way as much as I can!" Casey breathed a sigh of relief, luckily this girl is bubbly and outgoing enough to not be offended or creeped out, it seems. "Yeah, don't worry, there's no harm in asking. I didn't catch your name, the name's Casey, by the way." "Oh! Right! My name is Jenna, let me add me to our group text, too! The group has been talking a lot about you, Casey." Jeez, does his existence as the opposite gender warrant so much attention? After sharing information Jenna returned back inside and Casey went back to unpacking, pleasantly surprised about how well the conversation went. Casey set up his room and by the time he was finished, he was exhausted from lugging his stuff up a flight of stairs to his room. While unpacking he met two other girls, one an short asian girl with black hair and red dyed tips. She gave Casey a polite wave before heading out the door, appearing to be in a hurry. The other being Sandra, his roommate next door who introduced herself after hearing the noise from Casey moving in. She was a chubby dirty-blonde haired girl that seemed a bit more reserved. Casey did acknowledge, unintentionally, her large breasts. He tried not to be creepy, but her low-cut t-shirt made it hard not to notice. It was also difficult not to be aware of her pressing need to pee. Sandra's pressing of her thighs in her leggings and slight dips and bobs as she shuffled her feet back and forth made it clear she had an urgent need to piss. After exchanging introductions she quickly excused herself to the restroom, which was right across from Casey's room. Although unfortunately for her, it appeared to be occupied. She sighed and waited for the occupant to finish powdering their nose, whoever they were. As mentioned, Casey was beat after a long day, and couldn't even bring himself to prepare the ramen noodles he brought with him, and slipped into his stiff but adequate bed, calling it a night. The next morning he was awoken by a light knock. Knock knock… "Just a few more minutes…" Casey murmured, thinking it was his mom trying to wake him up. Knock knock knock… Casey buried his head in his pillow, trying to shut out the noise. BANG BANG BANG!! The banging startled Casey awake, suddenly remembering he wasn't in his home. He shot out of bed, thinking something was wrong. A fire in the building?? He opened the door, only then realizing he removed his shorts the previous night, going to bed in his t-shirt and some rather form fitting briefs. At the door was Jenna, in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties and a bra, doubled over and hopping from foot to foot. Casey didn't think he's seen anyone so desperate for a piss in his life. "Jenna?! Is everything ok? What's with the banging?!" Casey made an attempt to cover himself, Jenna's perky cleavage presenting itself straight to Casey as she hunched over. Casey covered his lower bits partly out of shame but also to stifle an erection that was inevitable given the situation. "H-hey Casey! S-sorry to wake you up… I know it's sudden, b-but I really need to call in that favor now!" Jenna gripped her crotch intensely, squirming fiercely, fidgeting her large behind up I. The air behind her, with puppy dog eyes begging for the use of Casey's commode. "O-of course! Go right ahead!" Casey said awkwardly. Jenna didn't need a second invitation. She dashed past Casey, still hands in crotch, and sped into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door. A second followed before a tremendous stream could be heard, followed by an equally loud moan of relief. Casey was taken aghast, a half naked girl was pissing a waterfall practically next to him as he waited outside the door, tempted to take a peek out of sheer curiosity but he wouldn't dare. Even so, to call Jenna free-spirited was an understatement. After a few minutes the stream slowed to a trickle, then nothing, followed by a well needed sigh of relief, then a flush. Casey fiddled with the items in his desk, in an attempt to seem unaware or uninterested, like he wasn't listening. Jenna reappeared, looking much more relaxed. "Phew, thanks for that, Case. I guess that's what I get for downing a bunch of drinks before bed!" Casey tried to play it cool. Tried. "Oh, uh, you're welcome, it sounded like you really needed to go." "I guess you heard that huh? Yeah, it was bad, not sure if you could tell but my bladder was bulging like crazy! I don't recall ever needing to go that bad before. It felt really good too…" "W-well, if you ever need to go again, I don't mind." Whoa Casey! You're getting ahead of yourself, what are you doing?! "You know what, I think I will…~" Jenna said. Was that a bit of flirtation in her voice? "Thanks again Case, I'll see you around!" Jenna exited his room, as free as a bird. Casey was feeling hot in the face? What just happened? He felt barely awake enough to process what happened. He followed Jenna to close the door to his dorm, and looked out across the landing to see another girl waiting outside the bathroom, with dark skin and braided black hair and green eyes shining like emeralds, crossing her legs, looking right back at him, having witnessed the whole series of events. Casey turned beet red, and slammed the door out of shame and awkwardness. He slumped to the ground, trying to process what the hell just happened, his mind racing. He took a deep breath and decided to take a shower and clear his head. He glanced at the clock and saw it hadn't even been past 10am. Casey hadn't even been in his dorm for 24 hours and he'd already seen three desperate girls in his dorm, one of which was literally pissing a pressure hose just a few feet from where he stood. What has he gotten himself into? End of Part 1
  12. Hello everyone. This... I created a place for posting art on the topic of "alien omo". That is, I will post homo-arts with the participation of different female aliens who will want to go to the toilet, who will have a bulging bladder, etc. And please do not pay attention to my spelling, English is not my native language, and therefore I need to use a translator... ... Here you go. The first art on the topic!
  13. Bulging Bladder Questions Other than on omorashi forums: 1. Have you heard a manners expert opine on the social acceptability of being in public with a bulging bladder? What was the opinion? 2. Have you been in public with a visible bulge? Intentionally? 3. Have you commented to someone about their bulge? 4. Has someone commented to you about your bulge? 5. Does putting tight clothing (such as a girdle over a bulge make it harder to hold? Other comments or questions?
  14. Chapter 2: OP Powerup Method or Life-Threatening Insanity? I am deeply disturbed by what I am seeing. Some kinda pulsing red alien egg thing, I don't even know what to make of it. It looks so gross and ominous and yet doesn't seem to smell like much of anything. On top of that it seems to be defying gravity itself, that or it's loosely clinging to a side of a building, hard to tell from this angle. "Hey me!" I shout rather strongly. "Do you know what the fuck this thing is?" 'No. But we think us have an idea. It's full of soul energy. Our theory is that the Sentinels transported hundreds of infected bodies here, refined them and put them into storage for use by Reapers.' "I'm sorry but what the fuck?" I blurt out. "You telling me that there's hundreds of anthro smoothies just floating around inside this alien ball sack without a penis? I think I may actually throw up." 'We won't know until we try. This may be a way for us to finally get enough soul energy for some abilities.' "Dammit me and my... logic." I sigh. "But how do you expect me to get up there?" 'If we go to the second story window we should be able to reach the goo from there.' "Perfect." I say sarcastically. I make my way into the nearby structure, which is a torn up parking lot with several floors. I walk up towards the incubating cocoon while I start getting seriously sick to my stomach. As I get closer I can see it pulsating and bulging like it's an overgrown tumor. Gross. I start to notice bloody skid marks below my feet, all of which lead to the alien sack of flesh. "Oh, hell." I groan and take a moment to vomit onto the ground. The liquid inside looks like mostly blood but mixed with greenish-yellow goop and something that could be considered a semi-solid form. The jelly seems to have the consistency of thick mud or wet cement or something but it still doesn't have a scent to it at all. "You really think eating this will give us soul power?" I question while trying to back myself out of the corner I made for myself. "I'm not really feeling it." 'It's not like we'll die. Just try it.' My inner voice urges me on and I sigh. I stick my hand inside. It feels like weeks old soggy cum that was boiled in a pot on the stove. Dear god it's like the least pleasant feeling in the world. I really really don't wanna eat this. But I force my eyes closed and bring a chunk of it to my face and gobble it down quickly. It feels... not as bad going down my throat. And it tastes... like nothing. Huh. Strange. 'We gained 25 soul energy from that amount of... what did we call it? Anthro Smoothie? Sure let us go with that.' Twenty five?! Are you kidding me? One mouthful of this tasteless shit is the same as killing twenty five fucking people? What the shit? ... Where has this gross shit been all my life?! This is fucking awesome! I scarf several more handfuls down and nearly choke as I cough violently, the eggsac storage thing has shrunk by maybe five or ten percent. 'Digestive System Restructure Level 1 unlocked.' The AI Chirps in an official manner. 'Wha- What was that?" I ponder. 'That was the ability we requested the day we met.' My inner voice replies. 'We will no longer have to go poop. But as a consequence your urination rate will rise to about 300% of what it was previously.' I shout for joy. I've unlocked my first superpower! And... I chose something silly. Oh well. I'll just be happy that I'll never have to wipe my ass anymore, I guess except to clean cum and sweat off of it. But yay! No more smelly butt stuff! As I jump through the air excitedly I feel a large excess of gas exit my anus and I fart so loud that it echoes throughout the parking garage. "What the hell?" I scream with embarrassment as my foul odor reaches my nostrils. "You said I wouldn't have to shit anymore!" 'Correct. We'll no longer excrete solid waste. We didn't say anything about gas. To do so, we'd probably have to level up the ability to level 3 or 4. Something like that would be fairly complicated and require a lot more souls to unlock.' I kinda laugh half heartedly at that explanation. Of course, I'm an idiot. There's three states of matter, solid, liquid and gas. They teach you that basic science shit in what, kindergarten? And I only said I wanted to convert the solid waste into liquid urine... not everything else. What my core is saying makes perfect sense... although I do not like it. Oh well. 'We'd better eat the rest of this Anthro Smoothie. We can use all the energy we can get. Maybe we'd actually like to spend it on a combat ability of some sort this time?' "Sure sure yeah whatever, we'll discuss it tonight when we return to the safety of our base." I stay there for about an hour, just munching down on pureed corpses. Yay. Delish. My stomach starts to hurt alot and expand but I'm told by the AI that it's safe to keep going. So I do. When I'm finished I look down at my belly and it looks like I'm about 8 months pregnant. I'm also feeling really sick but I don't throw up. "Are you sure that this was a good idea?" I half mumble like my mouth is full. "I don't feel so good at all." 'We'll be fine once we purge our system. Sending it out now. We may wanna drop our pants.' Wait what? I barely have enough time to process what the AI is saying to me before I feel an immense wave of pain, pleasure and pressure fill up my pussy in seconds. The feeling becomes too intense for me to bear and I just barely undo my belt buckle and jean button when my piss starts to spray out of me like a rocket engine taking off into space. Ok not literally but damn the pissing is insanely intense. The urine comes out of me so fast and hot that it actually hurts as it soaks my leather jeans and panties around my crotch and lower butt almost instantly. Several streams of urine escape down my pant legs and onto the hard concrete below. These pants are filthy and clingy now. I feel my stomach deflate ever so slightly as another massive wave of golden lady juice escapes my slit. I cry out in agony and orgasmic pleasure as I fall onto my ass, losing all my strength in my shuddering legs. A new experience was happening to me at this moment in time... the most insane pissfest of my life so far. I guess I signed up for this though. It feels so good despite the rather intense pain, almost like I'm giving birth to a liquid urine baby. Ok giving birth would probably be worse but I don't fucking know alright? I kick my feet and legs around in an attempt to get my jeans off of me but they only come down about an inch before more urine comes shooting out of my privates like a watersilde. A urineslide if you will. It's so powerful that I can't even stand back up. I just continue to send torrents and torrents of piss out of my pussy. If I dropped my pants and panties into an olympic sized swimming pool they wouldn't get this wet like geez le fucking weeze. I'm so horny and so turned on right now as my nethers send another explosive orgasm-wave throughout my body. After several minutes of spraying piss like a fire hydrant on crack, I finally get myself under control enough to pull down my black panties and dark jeans and throw them away, which are drenched in both piss and cum. I sit there in shock and awe as I continue my epic quest to slay the urination dragon inside my vaginal cave. My stomach is only about 2 months pregnant now so we should be in the final home pissing stretch. Once again I let go with the force of a water cannon and it pours out of me as a steady yellow river. It seems to never stop flowing, I've lost count of how many times I've cum so far. At least it doesn't hurt nearly as much anymore. I just spread my legs wide and try to relax as my entire body feels super exhausted, like I just ran a twenty mile marathon or something. I even stop yelling loudly from orgasmic bliss because my throat is just too tired and sore by this point. As the piss mist slowly dies down I feel a very strong urge to have a nap for some reason. But I can't sleep out here, half naked and on a colder-than-average spring day. Using the concrete wall behind me I struggle to pull myself up onto my wobbly feet. I put my urine soaked pants in my bag but leave the panties behind. I like these jeans alot I don't just want to toss them out ok? I guess I'll just put them into the janitor's washing machine at the school later. What was that about me not wanting to do laundry again? Ahh whatever. I slowly hobble towards the interior of the parking garage as I feel a wave of frighteningly chill air flow through me. I begin to shiver and suddenly I feel very dizzy. The last thing I remember was falling flat on my face with my butt up in the air like a slut. Heh... slut. *** D0min4t3.... "System... offline." Contr0l... "Attempting reboot... failed." Pow3r... "Recalibrating. Recalibration successful, attempting reboot #2" Fe45.... "Reboot successful. Base systems online." 6ickne66... "Regenerating body." F1lth... ... I wake up in a slurry daze. My ass is freezing. In fact, my whole body feels like it's covered in ice. It's painful... like hundreds of invisible bugs are biting me at once. My head is pounding harder than a heavy metal drummer's feet. My vision is blurry as fuck. I look around and notice that the sun has gone down. I must've been out for literally half the day. I stumble my way over to a car and try to open it. It's locked up tight. It's super cold out here. My thin heavy metal band shirt and black bra aren't doing much of anything to keep my tits warm. Not to mention my exposed pussy and anus are chilled to the bone... if they had any. I walk up to three more random cars. Again two of them are locked but the third one opens up thankfully. At least I would be grateful if it didn't smell like a rotten asshole on christmas eve on the inside. My eyes hurt, but my body aches all over from being out in the cold so long. Fuck it, I need shelter. Even if a car isn't ideal it'll be warmer than out here. I climb my way into the back seat and slam the door shut. I can't really feel much of a difference to be honest with you, minus the cold wind of course. "What the fuck is happening to me?" 'Apparently we took in too much soul energy too quickly. Our body couldn't handle the influx of power it and shut down.' "You said we'd be fine! You made me eat that shit and now you're telling me it nearly killed us?" 'We apologize, we didn't realize our body was so weak.' "Fuck you. I'm never trusting you again." 'Fair enough. Don't worry though, we won't die. It'll take our body a few days to recover back to where it was but we can survive this.' "Isn't there anything you can do about this freezing cold? It's agonizingly bad." 'We could have an ability to raise our cold resistance although we expect such a power would take many tens of thousands of souls before it becomes useful.' "Get the basic version of it anyway, anything is better than nothing." 'Cold Resistance Level 1 unlocked.' I feel a very slight warmth wash over me. It's nice but I'm still pretty damn cold. "That's it?" I ask in an annoyed manner. 'As we said, more soul power is needed for stronger version of the ability. We have 745.64 Soul Energy, after spending 489 Souls for level 1. It'll take alot more than that for level 2.' "Fine..." 'May we make a suggestion?' "No, fuck you. I hate your guts." "Let's hear it." 'If we get the Thick Skin Level 1 ability it should nullify some pain, not much but a little bit. It'll cost 700 souls though. The upside is that if we level up this ability a bunch you'll eventually be bulletproof.' "Like Superman?" 'Yes, like Superman.' "Fine... do it." 'Thick Skin Level 1 unlocked.' Almost immediately the rather absurd pain in my ass and crotch lessens. It's still there but instead of a shooting awful pain it's a numbing nibbly pain. It's not much of a difference but it's enough for me to feel some relief as I fall asleep, despite the shitty ass smell of this car. When I wake up it's already morning and it feels much warmer. Not comfortably warm but not cold enough to hurt either. I cough as I open the door and drink my water from my bottle. I piss almost immediately as well, it seems I haven't regained control of my bladder yet. At least it feels nice and warm against my legs... and makes the car smell ever so slightly better than before. I still feel sick but the dizziness and headaches are nearly gone so after about 20 minutes I decide to go out and look for some food and water... and a skirt or something to cover up my beautiful asscheeks with. I try to find the keys for this smelly ass car but no such luck. I doubt I could drive it out of this broken-down parking building anyway. I leave the cold dank garage and head out. After wandering around looking for food and stuff for a few hours, I manage to find a vending machine, some canned peaches and some cheap bottled water. I spend about fifteen minutes sitting down for a quick meal before resuming my search for stuff. I come across a guitar store and outta curiosity I head inside. I never learned how to play guitar. I guess now that I'm immortal I have no excuse to not try. But ahh well. The building is pretty much completely intact, except for one wall of guitars that are just shredded and no I'm not talking about epic solos. After about ten minutes of looking at a bunch of different guitars I pick a Fender Stratocaster with some pretty nice features. Well it's black with red trim, just like me, heh, but yeah I don't know how to play this fucking thing and it's heavy so.. unless I find a working unlocked car or something I'll have to just leave it here. I plug it into a nearby amp and try to fiddle with it as I stroke the strings with my fingers. A loud mess of a noise comes out of the amp that sounds awful. Yeah I have no idea what I'm doing. The guitar is probably completely outta tune anyway. With my interest sated for now I leave the store and look at what other ones are around. I finally find a clothing shop... well a no name Good Will-type thrift store but it counts. I look in the woman's section to try and find a short skirt that's my size. The selection is rather thin and I have a hard time finding anything that looks like something I'd even want to wear. Eventually I manage to find an old black skirt that was buried under some others, it could be punkish if it were torn in some places. But alas I try it on and it fits my fat ass perfectly. Nice. Now I'm finally covered up and can go outside without panties instead of without any bottoms at all. It'll do for now. Don't really wanna wear underwear until my bladder is back under control anyway. I find a modestly thick brown leather jacket and put it on. If I'm gonna feel colder than normal for the next few days it can't hurt to take. I leave the clothing shop and walk through the empty streets and towards a subway station. There's a huge map of the city on display behind some glass or something. I smash the glass and take the poster map out and put it away in my bag, it'll hopefully help me to learn the city layout in the future. Layout... Dammit. I just realized something important. Seriously I'm lost... and I didn't want to admit it until now. Fuck. I've never been in this part of the city in my entire life, I have no idea how to get back to my homebase at school. I've been to the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport with my parents before but that was a long time ago... and a different part of the city from where I am now. Fuck fuck fuck! I kick a trash can out of frustration, barely caring about my throbbing toe. Then I look at a nearby street sign. It says "Bryant Avenue". I guess I have no choice but to go down this street and see if I can find a landmark I recognize or something. "Oh god I need more food." I cry aloud as my stomach rumbles loudly. I guess with my body recovering from... whatever... it needs to eat more than normal. Let's see if we can find a fast food joint around here that I can raid or something. I find an A&W after looking for about twenty minutes, lets fucking go! Half of the place is torn to shreds but thankfully most of the stoves and the walk in freezer is intact. I grab some buns, heh, and patties from the freezer and cook them up. I don't really know what I'm doing so it's a learn as I'm going kind of thing. Hey I didn't cook much at home besides microwave stuff ok? Piss off. Speaking of pissing, by the time I realize I have to go it's too late. My pussy just urinates on it's own. Dammit! Oh well. I can barely smell my own golden liquid anyway since the scent of the beef is so strong. Yay beef! After I finish gorging myself on mostly badly cooked burgers and getting drunk from all the sugary root beer and cola, I head back outdoors. I take a long hard look around before deciding where to go next. I spot a huge mall that I've never seen before. It looks.. mostly ok so I decide to go inside. The sun is pretty low on the horizon and it'll be dark in a couple hours, this is probably a good a spot as any to spend the night. Besides there is sure to be a wide variety of stores to loot and obviously spending the night outside again would suck ass. I make my way inside and begin to browse some of the businesses. I find a GameStop still intact and it's basically right next to a Best Buy. Hell yeah. It's been a while since I played video games but I guess I can do something to pass the time while I spend a few days recovering. I walk up to the counter and start browsing through the video game cases. A few of them look good so I grab one for each system. Super Smash Brothers Brawl, Halo: Reach, Resident Evil 5 and Silent Hill something something. I spent the next hour hooking up a Wii, Playstation 3 and X-Box 360 to a few of the really nice TV's in Best Buy. I also scrounge up a couch and a couple seats and plop them in front of the televisions. The next day I finally regained control of my bladder and stopped feeling so cold. It was so nice being able to piss when I wanted to again, it seems silly but yeah, losing control of that was not fun or arousing in the least since I couldn't control pussy pressure and stuff. But ahh well. The day after that, I stopped feeling sick and my core told me I was basically back to normal, if normal was what I was like before I fucked myself over by ingesting too many souls at once. On my third day inside of the mall the electricity flickered on and off a bunch of times before permanently going off. It's been about a week since the city was attacked by Sentinels so I guess it makes sense. I was surprised how long it lasted honestly. I don't know the science ok? I wasn't keeping track of time or watts or volts. With the video game couch potato marathon over I leave the dimly lit mall with some flashlights, batteries, water and canned food in my pack and make my way back outside. I toss my piss stained pants out in some dumpster, as much as it pains me I need the room for well, other stuff. Plus the lingering smell of urine was getting a tad distracting. Anyway... moving on from dirty pants now. I have to say that Sentinel activity seems to have increased, that or they've just been patrolling this part of the city more frequently. I occasionally heard distant gun shots and explosions going off while I was inside the mall but I didn't pay it any mind at the time. Well whatever, at least they ignore me completely after looking at me. A short time later, maybe like three hours or so, I come across a rather grisly site. The smell of death is still fairly fresh in the air. I see a bunch of burnt out military SUV's and a couple of tanks. There's so much blood and guts everywhere. There's even a couple Sentinels right close by that are dragging out body parts and viscera from the recent skirmish. My first thought though, is how did the American military get so deep into the city? I turn around a corner of a mostly ruined skyscraper and I have my answer. Stretching out in front of me for hundreds of feet is a huge mess of war. What I saw initially was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Dozens of blown up tanks, vehicles, machines and corpses alike are scattered all across the road and seem to go on forever. Many of the buildings along the path are still smoking slightly from the conflict. Looks like the anthros lost though and lost hard, although there's still quite a few scattered shells of dysfunctional Sentinels scattered about the wreckage. The smell is like a thick fog here and there are flies everywhere buzzing and flying all around me. It's a mess. I root around one of the SUV's that looks mostly intact. The stench of decay is strong but I hold my ground. I find a rifle and a few mags of what I assume are filled with ammo for it. Jackpot. I strap the rifle to my back and put the ammo in my bag. I'll play around with it later. I leave the battlefield and the smell of death behind me and slowly make my way towards a dilapidated apartment building. I eat a can of peas and drink some water. Not a fun meal at all but hey it's food. I have been feeling an uncomfortable yet arousing pain in my pussy for awhile now so once I'm done eating I make my way inside and look for a toilet. I've not peed all god damn day so my bladder was feeling really swollen by this point. As I walk into the housing area I see a sign for a laundry room, hmm that'll work I guess. I squirm with delight as I follow the directions to the room, my crotch dampening more and more as I look forward to taking a nice long warm piss. Inside the laundry room it's fairly empty, only one washing machine and dryer. I unbutton and pull down my skirt and sit ontop of the top loaded washer once I open its lid. My floodgates wanna open up but I resist, teasing myself. I touch my slit softly, it feels very sensitive and I sigh lustfully. It's only been like four days since I masturbated last but it feels like forever ago by this point. I stroke my fingers through the folds of my cunt over and over again. My bladder is crying out to me for relief, it feels like it'll burst and my fingers are coated with my juices already. I bite my lower lip to try and keep myself under control as I struggle against my primal urge to urinate. However my fight doesn't last long at all. Finally, the pleasure won out over my bladder's needs and my golden liquid starts pouring forth as I stroke myself with delightful bliss. I'm leaking so much now, and the feeling of my warm urine splashing around on my fingers makes me go wild with arousal. I feel my clit tingle with anticipation as my stream pours out with increased intensity, gushing against the inside of the washing machine and running down its walls in long streams. I feel it flow between my digits as they push deeper into my cunt, the sensation sends chills up my spine and makes my butthole tighten up with glee. I'm feverish with arousal by this point and I moan loudly as I stroke my clit faster and faster, not caring about how loud I may or may not be. I can't stand it anymore, and with my hand I grasp myself, hard. I'm close... so close. My pussy is clenching hard around my fingers now as the erotic volcano of lust within me threatens to erupt. Oh god I'm gonna cum! As my digits continue to be assaulted by golden liquid I explode from deep within, my hips thrusting as I cry out, shaking with pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I moan. "Fuck yes! That's what I want, that's what I need!" I pant out. "Ahhhh fuck!" As my orgasm slowly subsides I look down at my quivering pussy and smile. The urine is still flowing out of me like a broken faucet. It takes like two more minutes just for my stream to slow down and about a minute later the last drops of golden nectar escape my urethra. God that felt so nice. I love the fact that I piss for much longer now. Best superpower ever or what? The scent of my urine is very strong in this room, since it doesn't seem to have much ventilation at all. Good, let it linger here forever, muahahaha! Ahem.. anyway... Besides the stench of lady pee and girlcum I actually smell really bad. I haven't showered since I left my school base so... I stink. Stinky girl. Hopefully I can find a working shower in one of these apartments. There's gotta be a few hundred living spaces here, one of them ought to work. Plus, statistically speaking, half of the people living here were probably women, so I should likely find fresh clothes that fit me eventually? Right? For both of those reasons, I take off my sweat stained leather jacket, heavy metal band T-Shirt and Black bra and I roam the hallways of the apartment building with naught but my backpack, rifle and baseball bat. I should have brought clean clothes with me to be fair but I didn't expect to get lost in the city ok? Get off of my ass. I'd like something in my ass to be honest but not you! Go away. The first three apartments I check are locked, of course they are. I try to bash the third door open repeatedly but I just end up breaking my arm several times. It regens within half a minute but god damn it hurts. You'd think I'd get used to some of the pain by now but nope, it still sucks, a lot. I give up trying to open the large door with my limb and try bashing the handle with my baseball bat. Huzzah success! But my bat isn't looking too healthy though... I expect it'll fall apart fairly soon. Anyway I head into the apartment and the shower is broken, of course it is. Looks like a male lived here cus all I can find are boys clothes and a buncha boxers and tighty whities. The fifth apartment I check is unlocked and thankfully the shower works... although there seems to be no hot water. Oh well. I can't be too picky, I don't even know how long running water will stay on in the city. Probably not much longer. I put my backpack and weapon to the side and start wiping all the sweat, gunk and matting out of my fur. The shampoo smells really fruity, so instead of using soap I just lazily use the poo of sham to wash my entire body. It's nice to be able to feel all squeaky clean again. After rinsing off as much as I can I take my time brushing my long black hair back and forth while humming. I find a handheld battery powered fur dryer and dry myself to the best of my ability. Now I'm good as new! I raided a buncha clothes from another apartment, the fourth one, so I try some on and see what fits. I end up wearing a pair of pink panties, a basic white sports bra, some lame ass generic blue jeans and a puffy red shirt. Some other clothes fit me as well but I've packed them in my bag for later. Speaking of which my backpack is pretty much full to bursting right now so, can't really loot and carry much else at the moment. Oh well, whatever. Time to go out and get some fresh air I guess, it shouldn't be supper time for another couple hours or so. I make my way to the front entrance of the apartments and that is when I spot it from my current point of view. Yup. It. A massive blob of Anthro Smoothie, trademark incoming, looks like it's sucking on a skyscrapers's dick about five or six floors up. Don't ask me where a skyscraper's dick is ok? I do not know. I'm sure you could rule 34 it if you're interested. Ahem, anyway... The point is, it looks all throbby and gross as per usual. But this one is like at least five times bigger than the other one that I recklessly ate within an hour. For some reason, this one is a deep shade of green but I recognize it all the same. What? Is this one lime flavored? Ahh balls. 'As long as we take our time, this should be safe to consume.' "Fucking really?" 'Probably.' Dammit. The temptation is real. Like an erect cock tenting through someone's white shorts in the hot summer. Like some babe's nipples that're poking outta her bikini. You get the idea. Fuck. I hated the recovery process but once again the super computer within me makes logical sense. Not that it knows everything, it clearly doesn't but fuck. I got sick and nearly "died" from consuming too many souls at once because my body wasn't used to it. It should be reasonable then that if I consume them at a much slower rate I should be fine. I sigh and make my way inside and up the skyscraper, which is just your generic metropolis office building. I eat like ten handfuls of the shit, maybe eleven. My belly swells slightly and I think that's enough for now. I run back to the apartments, the one I like has a lovely scent and has a nice bed. I piss out a river once again in the toilet that barely flushes anymore. Feels so nice. I also feel comfortable and full, like not hungry at all. In fact I feel like having an after-meal full tummy nap so I do. This goes on for about another week I think. I don't know for sure, it's hard to keep track of time lately since I'm sleeping abit more than usual as I safely gain small amounts of power. With 6093.55 total Soul Points to spend right now I choose to have an ability that enhances my reflexes. It's not to superanthro levels or anything but it's a start. With my smaller feminine frame, I think I could get more combat prowess outta attack speed than strength right now. I level it up to 3 and I'm left with just over a hundred Soul Points remaining. By this time the Anthro Smoothie egg nest thingymajig has been reduced to about 50% of it's original size, I should be good to finish it off within like 6 days or so. That was the plan at least. However, when I go to it the next day... all I find is an empty gooey shell. Uh oh. Did it hatch something? Is a monster now loose on the city? The fuck? But no, of course it didn't hatch silly, it's just "food", not like an actual egg or whatever. I explore around a little bit and I hear something... or someone. I turn a corner and I see a bloodied anthro form in front of me. His fur is mostly white with green hair and his eyes are glowing bright red, just like the Sentinels. But this young man is no Sentinel. He is a Reaper, like me. I'm not alone.
  15. The video is titled: « Jayne and Rachel Holding Contest (Remastered). It’s not really a remaster but just has all 6 parts together in one massive video. I remember I could easily access it on the internet, but all forms require payment (I’m broke) or won’t let me access the websites. If anyone has access to the video and can send a download of it, I would be very thankful. Merci
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    A VK find. I don't know who she is... A girl with a heavy Eastern-Eruropean accent pretends to be in some sort of a waiting room? The door is shut and she wants to get out to pee. She dances around a bit, shows off her bladder bulge, plays with her breasts a bit, proceeds to pee her jeans and then takes them off and shows her panties.
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  17. View File piss in jeans (1) A VK find. I don't know who she is... A girl with a heavy Eastern-Eruropean accent pretends to be in some sort of a waiting room? The door is shut and she wants to get out to pee. She dances around a bit, shows off her bladder bulge, plays with her breasts a bit, proceeds to pee her jeans and then takes them off and shows her panties. Submitter Renatatswet Submitted 03/29/2023 Category Female  
  18. I've been thirsty a lot recently so I'd been sipping from my water bottle all afternoon, as well as have a couple of decaf coffees - soon enough I started to feel the urge to go, but decided to keep holding to see how long I could make it. Plus, it had been ages since I'd measured my bladder capacity :)) An hour or so goes by, sipping water and watching omo vids, and by now I really need to go. I look down, and my stomach is bulging, and it feels rock hard. I wriggle around in my seat for a few more minutes, but eventually decide it's time to go. Well, almost. I decide to torture myself a little first, so go and sit on the toilet with my knickers still on, squirming and trying not to leak. After a few minutes pull down my knickers (I have a quick feel and I'm soaking wet down there...not from piss, but from how holding has made me feel) and let go, pissing into a cup. The waves of relief as I let go feels so good, and it's agony to have to cut off the stream to empty the cup before quickly refilling it with more piss every time. It's a 300ml cup, and I managed to fill it 5 times, so I have a capacity of about 1.5 litres! Yay! After that I rewarded myself by sliding my fingers between the folds of pussy, dripping wet from piss and horny wetness, moving them in and out until I finished. Felt amazing :))
  19. After being here for a little while, I had my first holding contest today. Me and the person I was with decided to drink 500ml every 30 mins. I've never drank this much before, so I ended up getting desperate fairly quickly. An hour in, and my legs were already squeezing on their own while the person I was with was doing perfectly fine. I was struggling badly, but wanted to at least try hold as long as possible. An hour and 40 mins in, I decided to play an online game so I had to focus on that instead of my bladder. The game took way longer than I expected it would, and I was at about a 9.5/10. I decided to take my pyjamas off because I didn't want to wet in them, and the moment I did that I had my first leak. I managed to stop it, but another one immediately followed. I panicked and ran to the bathroom. As I was getting to the toilet, it started gushing out of me. I got on the toilet as quick as I could, and didn't even have time to pull my underwear down. I decided to just stop holding and let it all out
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    A woman in a one-piece dress sits on a sofa and endures. She holds her crotch and fidgets, but endures to the end and urinates into a container! Record 500cc
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  21. View File EE-679 EE-679 - Japanese style toilet voyeur: female urine laser beams striking inside the toilet tank. VOL. 7 Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/23/2023 Category JAV Collections  
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