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  1. TheStrobl

    A great holding dice dare?

    Hi there every one! I'm on the look out for a good, solid, realistic but still Challenging holding dice dare that I can do tomorrow while I got the entire house to myself... I know there are som good ones out there for example on faproulette.co (great site, check it out if you don't already know it!) but I was thinking that someone in might be able to recommend one? I should proably info that I'll be wearing a chastity cage which means that I won't be able to get hard, jerk off or edge myself. I'm not into bedwetting stuff either... Public wetting is alright though (; Anyway let me know which dice dares you guys like and I'll be looking forward to trying some out!
  2. File Name: Queens Blade - Wetting Scenes (1-5) File Submitter: Shado File Submitted: 29 May 2014 File Category: Anime / Animated Clips All 5 wetting scenes from the anime Queens Blade, i've edited them into one video or you can download them individually! Click here to download this file
  3. Version 1.0.0

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    The next JAV from this source: This one features women desperate and publicly wetting themselves in a wide variety of clothing. Enjoy, Rach

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  4. So a couple months ago some friends and I met up at a local donut/coffee shop for breakfast before our 8am phycology class. I ordered a sausage egg and cheese biscuit with a large iced coffee to drink throughout class for the day, after finishing our meals we headed to the campus, I felt the slight urge to pee when class started but I figured I could hold it being that I only had classes that day till 12. At about 9:30am a sudden sharp pain filled my gut and I had a sudden urge to go #2 very badly, and by this time I had finished all of my coffee and had to pee as well which wasn't helping due to the pressure on my bladder. I squeezed and held my breath from having a Fecal incident in my pants during class. I waited till that class was over to go find somewhere I could relive some of the pressure before my next class. Forgetting that there were no bathrooms on my wing of the campus due to construction i would have to relive myself else where being I didn't not have enough time to make it across campus and back before my next class started. I went outside and looked around, there were some portal potties where the construction was and as much as I steer clear of those things it was my only hope and I was about to go in my pants. I went to the portal potties to find they were already occupied and had a long line outside of both of them, 10 minutes passed as I waited. Only 15 minutes left until class started and I was very desperate for a bathroom. I was about 6 people away from reliving myself as I looked down and saw 10 minutes till class started. I started to worry, but I was in luck being that the people in front of me were all male ( no offence to you ladies, just most guys pee a lot faster than females.) finally it is my turn and I walk in, only 4 minutes till class starts, no time to go poop, so I decided I would at least go pee and relive my bladder of some pressure... Well my body decided that wasn't happening, I went to push to pee and almost pooped my pants and I knew if I was gonna go it would have to be both. There was no time for that so I decided I would just have to suffer through one more class. I went to the class barely making it in before the professor closed the door. I sat in the back that day so nobody would be looking at me fidgeting around. The class seemed to drag on, my palms were sweaty and my face felt hot, I'm sure I was red of embarrassment because i had to go so bad even though nobody knew I felt like they were staring at me. After almost loosing control multiple times the class ends and I rush to my truck to get home fast. (Just about the whole east wing of the school were waiting for the portal potties so no way I was waiting) I jumped in my truck and took off as fast as I could to get home, driving on the edge of my seat clenching my cheeks and one hand on my crotch trying not to completely destroy my pants and seat. But as soon as I got on the interstate I hit traffic. Of course with my luck I hit traffic.( and if anybody know Savannah, GA traffic they know its horrible). About 15 minutes passed and I am now feeling sick to my stomach I have to go so bad. The traffic was at a complete stand still due to a semi tuck tipped over blacking all three lanes. At this point I gave up I knew I wasn't going to make it home still being 20 minutes across town with no traffic. I threw my truck in park and reach in the back, being in college I need to make some extra money so I basically uber people and I keep gabrabge bags in the back seat because if a drunk person threw up in my truck (which is very nice btw) I would probably loose my temper. I had planed on just taking my pants off and going in the garbage bag being that my truck is on a 9 inch lift kit and sits higher than most other cars and trucks no one would see my pants were off and ultamently o had to go so bad I wouldn't care if they saw me. But again with my luck we start to move again. So my whole brilliant idea was crushed. I laid the bag out over the seat and put another one partly opened under my butt to catch the urine. I figured I would try to just go pee being that I was sitting down now and it would be much harder to go poop. I adjusted and made sure none would get on my seats and I let go. A strong hissing noise arouse as I started to drench my shorts, the stream was so strong that it burned coming out and where my tip was it kinda made a fountain even trough my boxers and shorts. I could feel the wetness go everywhere, around the sides of my waist, down the front of my crotch and onto my butt. I didn't think it was going to stop it just kept coming out, the garbage bag was getting full for how it was sitting, I tried to stop the flow to adjust it but couldn't, I had already lost full control and my shorts that were once white were now a yellowish tint and see through to my blue boxers, I wast still going too. The garbage bag started to over flow luckily the other one I put on the seat kept it from getting on my seats. I sent for a good 3 minutes before gaining control and stoping the pee from coming out. As I got closer to home the urge to poop hit me again and I couldn't hold it anymore, I picked my butt of the seat to give enough roof and push a little. I could feel the warm mushy shit slide out into my boxers.. There was a lot of it too, i felt it starting to go between my legs and to the sides of my butt cheeks, once the creamy poop stopped coming out I slowly sat back down I could feel the poop go in every direction on my butt. About 15 minutes go by and I take the next exit ramp and take the back roads home. I got out of the truck cleaned up the garbage bag and went to go inside. As I went up the steps of my porch I lost control again and finished wetting my pants all on my front porch,tried to hold it in but the pressure was too strong, slowly working my way to my front door leaving a trail of urine on the porch. I opened the door and went to my bathroom, not taking off my cloths I got in the shower fully dressed and cleaned my self up. Thanks for reading guys let me know what y'all think and if something like this has ever happened to you.
  5. stan4444

    White panties

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    967 downloads

    Nice back view of a simple wetting

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  6. CamiLikesCupcakes

    I wet my panties

    Last night, I had a conversation with a friend about how my user picture has absolutely nothing to do with cupcakes. We then got on the topic of how I used to have a pair of panties that had a cupcake pattern, and how if I hadn't thrown them away already, I was going to do so, because they were getting worn out. He suggested that before I threw my panties away, I should give them a good soaking. It sounded like a good idea to me, and I went to bed even though I hadn't peed since 10 PM. I woke up at 10 AM to the sound of rain outside. I was happy that it was raining, because it had been super dry in my state lately. I then noticed the throbbing pain in my bladder and instinctively clenched my thighs together. I placed my hand over my bladder and found that it was swollen. I tried to go back to sleep for another 20 minutes because it was so comfortable under the blankets, but I was tossing and turning with discomfort, and the sound of rain outside was further stimulating my bladder. I finally got out of bed and went over to my underwear drawer to try and find the cupcake panties. I knelt in front of my dresser, pressed my heel against my opening, and dug around in my underwear drawer for quite a while, unable to find the pair of panties I was looking for. Maybe I'd thrown them away and forgotten that I'd done so, maybe they'd gotten lost when I moved last fall, or maybe they were just buried in some deep corner of my drawer. Whatever the case, I couldn't spend much time looking for them when I had to pee so badly, so I went with a pair of panties that had a cute ice cream cone print instead and rushed to the bathroom. I took my pajamas off, put my panties on, and was about to stand in the shower and pee when I realized one thing: I hadn't shaved my bikini area in about two weeks. It had been so scorching hot lately that I didn't bother leaving my air-conditioned apartment to go swimming, the pool water was pee-warm and not refreshing in this weather. And I'd just broken up with my girlfriend of almost one year a month ago, so I hadn't gotten laid in a while, and just hadn't bothered shaving lately. It wasn't too bad, there were only a few hairs visible through my panties, but it was enough that I wouldn't want to take pictures. So I got my razor and did a quick shave, which was hard when I was bouncing around, squirming, and leaking into my panties. Finally I just decided that I had to pee too badly to worry about a thing like that, so I hopped in the shower and danced around while I tried to get my camera situated. My hands were shaking, and I was worried that I would pee myself before I could start recording. I finally got the camera at a good position and started recording. I continued to squirm for a few seconds just because it was hard to stop. I reassured myself that it was okay to let go, and I spread my legs and began to drench my panties. The pee came out fast, but in a very hard, thick stream. It was the kind of bright yellow, concentrated morning pee that hit your nostrils with it's stronger-than-usual smell even as it gushed onto the shower floor with a loud splattering noise and pooled around your feet before streaming down the drain. I only peed for about 10-15 seconds, but as I said, it was a pretty powerful stream. I recorded a video on my iPhone and held the phone upside-down because it was more convenient. It flipped upright automatically when I played it back on my phone, but when I uploaded it onto the computer, it was upside-down and I don't know how to fix it. So I won't bother posting the video, but I did get a pretty decent screenshot from the video. I'm thinking about wetting my panties again later today, but in a pink, lace, see-through thong. I'll post pictures later if I decide to do that.
  7. Carly blearily glanced at her alarm clock. 8:12. Shit. She had to be on the school bus by 8:20. "SAM, WAKE UP!" Carly hissed. "But I don't have school today," Sam complained. "Yes you do, it's Monday," Carly rolled her eyes. "Fuck," Sam rolled out of bed, wearing just her white bra and panties. She removed them hastily, revealing her large breasts and short pubic hair. She changed into some black underwear, 3/4 length jeans and a white t shirt. Carly looked enviously, she'd always been slightly jealous of Sam's bigger breasts. Carly had shaved her pubes recently, and she preferred how she looked this way. She put on her favourite red panties and a matching bra for her petite boobs, before desperately struggling to some skinny jeans and a purple jumper. Both went into the kitchen to get some breakfast. Sam wearily went to get some bacon. "No time Sam." "Urghhhh," Sam sighed, before downing a full glass of orange juice. Carly did the same, while debating in her head whether she had time for food. It was now 8:28, and Carly was panicking. She had never been late for school before, and she didn't want today to be a first. Sam went towards the bathroom. "Have you got your books?" Carly asked. "I'll get them after, I really need to use the bathroom" Sam replied, placing her hand between her legs in mock desperation. "We don't have time," Carly said this with a hint of tetchiness in his voice. "Fine!" Sam growled, looking longingly at the toilet. While she wasn't desperate yet, she wasn't keen on using the toilets in school, especially as the teachers were so strict. Sam picked up her books, and trudged out the door. Carly followed on, double checking she had everything. The bus stopped right outside the house, and they both sat in the only two seats next to each other left, on the bumpiest area of the bus "This is going to help my bladder," Sam sarcastically whispered. "Stop going on about it," Carly moaned. "Aw, does someone have to go tinkle too?" Sam mockingly asked. "No," Carly said if only to convince herself. She actually had to go pretty badly. And it didn't help that Sam kept mentioning it. Carly crossed her legs and hoped she'd let it go. "So you don't mind if i talk about splashing, dripping water, toilets flushing, waterfalls.." "Alright, I really have to pee," Carly admitted. "It's cool Carls, we'll go when we get there," "Yeah, it will only be 20 minutes," But Carly didn't consider the possibility of traffic. Half an hour later and they had only travelled a few miles. The desperation had increased for both girls, Carly had been forced to put her hand between her leg at regular intervals, while Sam kept voicing how she was going to wet herself, and bouncing up and down in her seat. "What's the hold up, some of us have to pee back here!" Sam yelled. "Sam, not so loud," Carly hissed, again grabbing hold of her crotch. "Sorry, there's been a crash, you should be in school in time for first lesson," a teacher assured them. "Great," Carly murmured. "This is really bad Carls, I haven't had to pee this bad in a long time," "Just don't think about it, we'll be there soon," "I hope I last that long," Sam replied, now with both hands stuffed in the crotch of her jeans. She hadn't had an accident since she was eight, when she pissed herself on the side of the road while on holiday. Now she was seriously contemplating the prospect that she might have an accident again. The orange juice had now worked its way to the bladder, and it was screaming for release. Carly meanwhile suffered silently, trying to think different thoughts. But every thought went back to the toilet, the feel of relief, the embarrassment she felt last time she wet herself. She was hoping it wouldn't come to that, but now she truly was bursting. By the time the coach arrived, Carly and Sam were almost in tears. Their full bladders were visible underneath their tops, and a few people had already asked them if they were ok. Carly began to stand up when she gasped. "What's wrong?" Sam asked. "I think I just leaked a little," Carly cried, sticking both hands in her crotch to prevent further leakage. Sam took extra care standing up, and made sure to keep her legs as close together as possible. They both walked into school, trying not to draw attention to the fact that they were on the verge of wetting themselves. As soon as they were out of sight of the other students, they ran as fast as their aching bladders would let them to the toilet. They saw a sign however that caused them to panic. "TOILET OUT OF ORDER. OPEN LUNCHTIME!" "Nooooo!" they cried in unison now in agony. "What are we going to do?" Carly desperately asked, leaking a bit again. "I don't know, but if I go to lessons, I'll wee my pants," Right next to it was the boys toilets, Carly and Sam both looked at each other. "I'm so desperate now, I'd pee anywhere," Sam replied, her resolve finally beginning to slip. They opened the bathroom, only to find there was only one stall. "Shit, who gets to go first?" Sam asked. "Come on, I'm already leaking!" Carly begged, a wet spot had formed on her crotch. "Rock, paper, scissors?" Sam suggested. "Sure," Carly was now bent over with her hands desperately holding her pee from exploding out of her urethra. Sam had already removed her jeans, and was gripping her peehole to gain some time. They tried Rock, paper, scissors, First time, both rock, second time, both scissors, third time both scissors again.Eventually Carly came out on top, trumping rock with paper. "Hurry!" Sam begged. Carly ran into the stall and bolted the door shut. She hurried desperately to remove her belt from her jeans. She panicked as she failed to remove it. The sight of the toilet made this pure agony.Tears flooded down Carly's face as the inevitable happened. Just as she removed her belt, the dam building up inside her finally cracked, as pee trickled out of her urethra. Firstly it built up in her red panties, but eventually they had reached capacity. The pee dripped down her leg, and finally burst completely, covering her legs with her hot urine. She wriggled to get her jeans off, but the damage was already done. The feeling was so orgasmic that she just left her panties on. The sound of Carly's pee hitting the toilet water was too much for Sam. After pleading for Carly to let her in, she collapsed on the floor as her pee quickly soaked her jeans. She felt the contrast of extreme relief and extreme humiliation. She knew she'd have to face her peers with urine soaked jeans, but right now, she wanted to enjoy the incredible feeling this had given her. Carly let her into her stall, and they both hugged each other with their wet clothing clinging to each other. "Can I see?" Sam shyly asked. Carly obliged, pulling down her jeans to show her wet panties. She pulled the waistband of her panties to show her womanhood glistening with pee. Sam showed Carly her panties without prompting, now completely see through. The two shared a kiss, and almost started feeling each other's erect nipples before a voice brought them back to earth. "Who's in there?" Sam and Carly both froze, for that was the unmistakable voice of their best friend Freddie. They both knew things were about to get a lot worse.
  8. Hey everyone. Expect more work from me! Here is a piece I just wrapped up for a fellow omo community member! ENJOY!! (Yes will be open for commission soon but I am currently at full capacity!) - PM me for more info.
  9. So I thought it would be fun and smart to go Black Friday shopping diapered, I wouldn't have to lose my place in line and it would keep me warmer. Great Idea right? So before heading out I put on a DC Amor and several layers of clothing for the cold weather. I also stop to get a coffee on the way(this comes back to bite me later) By the time I get to Walmart I already have to go so I just let loose right as I get out of my car. If you dont already know, DC Amor's have extremely good absorbency so I wasn't worried about wetting so soon. I get my place in line, at this point it's about 90 minutes before they open and I still have most of my coffee to drink, I pass the time reading the ads and such they handed out. about an hour later the coffee has run right through me, this time it's an absolute waterfall, I wet so much i was starting to push the limits of the diaper as I felt the soakedness of the padding creep further up my backside, If you've ever worn a DC Amor you know that they get really poofy when wet so I was in heaven at this point. Right before they opened the store things took a turn the coffee I drank had started to affect my other bodily functions. Don't get me wrong, I like messing, but I'm really not interested in public messing because of the smell and I didn't really want to deal with trying to take off my diaper under 3 layers of clothing in a public restroom so I just decided to hold it until i got home. The feeling went away after they let us in, I got what i wanted quickly and headed towards the checkout. As I was at the checkout my bowels returned with a vengeance. It started to become painful. Thankfully I made it out of the store and headed towards my car. As I got to my car it was a losing battle, it got to the point to where i couldn't walk without feeling like my insides were going to burst, I had no choice but to just let it go and I started filling my diaper right there in the parking lot. Thankfully nobody was around so my embarrassment was minimal. It was about 10 hours after my thanksgiving meal so wouldn't you know it was probably one of the biggest messings I've ever had, As the Second wave came my diaper was being pushed out so much i swear you would be able to see it through all my layers of clothing. I never dreamed of filling a diaper that much. Then I had to drive home, yeah i wont go into detail on that
  10. yoyohalo

    malefemale Holding Fail

    Well this story may be a little bit short but i will try to add as much detail and make as long as possible. It was my last year in high school and I was into wetting and all that but i did not know about this website. So I woke up that morning and i slept in a little bit so i was in quite a rush. I had to get dressed and all that stuff in like 30 mins so i just pulled my favorite light blue jeans on and white boxers, white socks, and a white T-shirt (i like white) then hurried off to catch my bus. I just caught the bus in time and i realized i forgot to pee but then i thought of an amazing idea, i would hold it until the end of the day. Well my bus finally arrived at my school and i hurried to my math only feeling the tiniest bit of pressure in my bladder. I personally think math class is boring so i just dozed off in math class, and after math class was over i had my usual long drink of water. After that i headed to all my other classes feeling a some desperation now and felt that i needed to pee pretty badly. So it was the end of the day and i went to get my little sister when i felt a big spike in my bladder so i hurried to my sisters class. Well she takes forever to get ready so i just stood there bouncing ever so slightly when she finally finished. We always walk home after school so as we were walking i felt this major urge to pee so i tole Lilly (my little sister) that we should hurry home so that's what we did. Luckily my mom wasn't home at that time so if i did wet i wouldn't need to worry but then i realized that i left my keys at home so i had to go the long way.I always keep my window open when i leave and there is this like ladder thing by my window that i use all the time. Sp i climbed up the ladder thing to my window and climbed in my window, as i was just about to go to the bathroom i forgot about Lilly so i ran down the stairs and unlocked the door for her. I was super desperate right now but just as i unlocked the door for Lilly she ran up to the bathroom before i could. Well i knocked polity on the door and asked if she was almost done well she said she needed to poo so i was really worried that i was going to wet myself... in front of my little sister. After a very painful wait i felt a few squirts in my boxers and my bladder was really starting to hurt but she did finish and i rushed in and locked the door. Well this is the moment i failed at, I was in such a rush this morning that i forgot the jeans i have on has a broken zipper that when you zip it up it gets stuck and you need a screw driver to get it back down. Well i just realized it when i was yanking at my zipper and felt super dumb at that moment. I could feel my bladder about to explode and it was seconds away so i was panicking (BTW the bathroom i was in didn't have a shower but only a sink and a toilet). Just then my bladder exploded and I just peed my self making a big mess on the floor and my clothes were all wet. After about a min i decided to risk it and make a run for it to my room and try to get my pants off. Well my sister was playing right outside of the bathroom so i was nervous but right when i started to walk to my room she turned around and gave me a slight smile. Well i made it to my room and i was looking for my screw driver when i realized my dad had token them to work so i was stuck in my clothes for the rest of the day. Well to wrap up the story it was supper time and my sis did say to me am i ok and i said "yea im perfectly fine" well i knew i wasnt because i had to sleep in those clothes plus i smelt really bad from all the urine. well I hope you liked the story but i will describe what my clothes looked like after the wetting. All over my light blue jeans it was dark and a really faded yellow, my boxers were stained yellow, my socks were a bright yellow and my shirt only had a yellow out line at the bottom of it. Hope you enjoyed and please give me feed back good or bad.
  11. Kiriko

    sao Wanted Desires

    So, let me just start by saying this is my first fanfic and let alone first fic in general that it involves using characters from a series. But I did try to put my all into this one and see how it goes if well received I may do more with the story if not you can consider this just a sort of 1 shot that I can learn from in the future (We all start somewhere right?) Criticism is loved and appreciated. Anyway on with the show and I do hope you enjoy, _____________________________________________________________________________________ Perhaps it was sheer bad luck? Or maybe it was just the fact that today was going to be a bad day, it didn’t start this bad woke up on my keyboard after a long night of gaming and had to quickly get ready for school nothing new for me all considering… That’s when things fell apart of course school just seemed to drag on Asuna who is my childhood best friend nagged me about my tendencies wasn’t helping my mood much which I think she got the hint when she realized I didn’t bother touching the lunch she made for me… So, I was hungry, thirsty and classes droned on all day the usual crap being called a ghoul or a ghost because of my overly pale skin and while I had a feminine look… I was a late bloomer my chest was pretty much flat and I still had a baby face according to my aunt though that could just be teasing for all I know. Right, right back on track my point is today sucked more than usual so I suppose it only made sense that I was sitting in my room staring at my closet twiddling my thumbs and chewing on my lip… Sugu wasn’t home and my Aunt wasn’t either. This would probably be one of the only chances I would get to enjoy myself I stood up brushing my lengthy black hair to the side as I opened up the closet and opened up the cardboard box sitting within… Staring inside I felt the smile tugging at my cheeks just looking in it got me all giddy… Diapers… Yeah, diapers I know what a strange and weird thing to be giddy about? Diapers of all things well I suppose it started- No, no not going to bother getting into that whole mess I’ll just outright say it I enjoy wearing them even using them… I can’t really argue I feel ashamed about enjoying such a thing I don’t even get to experience often let alone the full treatment… I’m what people call an ABDL? I think that’s the term. Anyway, I enjoy the idea of being babied and wearing diapers I mean it isn’t something that I would 24/7 turn my entire life into but it is something that I would love to just enjoy and do without all the worry of family or friends finding out but that is a sob story for later right now there was a package of diapers and I intended to at least put one of them to use. I quickly went to work undoing my skirt and letting it fall around my ankles kicking it off, proceeding by removing my black leggings and sliding them off revealing my pale white legs and purple panties that I had worn the previous day… I was in rush today alright? I took those off and quickly snatched up a diaper from the box… I only had the diapers no other changing supplies or anything like that I did not exactly have the allowance to afford it that and I couldn’t just go up to my aunt and say, “Hey can you buy me stuff for my fetish?” It’s just wrong and humiliating to do so granted my Aunt is a rather understanding and kind person but I refuse to take advantage of that. Getting beyond that I placed the diaper around my crotch letting the crinkly plastic material wrap its self around it as I grabbed both the front and back and flopped onto my bed my butt sinking into the padding as I went to work on taping the diaper on properly… It had been awhile since I had gotten to do something like this and I planned to savor every single moment of it. Once the diaper was all snug and comfortable I wiggled some standing up and looking into my bedroom mirror, my cheeks turning a shade of pink as I gave the padding a few pats and rubs… It was well, to be honest, comfortable honestly nothing could make this better… Well one thing could ever since I realized today was just going to be one of those long drawn out bad days I had not bothered going to the bathroom and thus my need to expel my bladder was something that I been holding back for a while… I felt my cheeks warm up at the thought as I stripped my school jacket and shirt off and replacing it with a plain black tank top. I exited my room heading for the living room every step I made giving an audible crinkle Sugu was out probably at Kendo practice and aunty was probably busy at work which meant I had the house to myself for a while and did not have to worry about a thing eventually reaching the couch I sat down on the couch sinking into the seat as I let myself visibly relax giggling some. I rubbed my legs together as I moved my hand in front of my padding closing my eyes as I mumbled to myself as I felt the seat of my padding begin to grow warm before it went all the way up to my crotch my ears focused on the hissing as liquid hit against the plastic padding and adsorbed the intentional accident I was having. I giggled as I experienced the warm afterglow of the accident relaxing more into the couch “Hehe hadda accident.” I gave the front of the diaper a soft squeeze before rubbing it some relaxing even more into the seat until something unexpected decided to come out. My padding puffed out as unexpected noise of me farting interrupted my rest and relaxation… I had to poop as well? I was almost tempted to just get up and go to the bathroom the smell would be an annoyance and I’d have to spray the living room. As you can probably guess I didn’t I decided to get up off the couch only for a moment before I buckled my legs some to where I was squatting before I began to push, another fart released from my rear end puffing out the diaper some more and not long after I began to feel the backside of the padding warm up as I began to slowly let go into the back of my padding once covering as much space as possible the mess in my diaper began to move up to near the front in order to make room for more. Eventually, I was done letting out a huff as I moved my hand to my backside “…I-I went poopy.” I giggled rubbing my bloated backside the bulge and the distasteful smell entering the air making it clear of what I did and before I even had the chance to react an unexpected voice entered my ears making my entire body freeze and my eyes snap wide open. “K-k-Kazuto!?” My brain began to work at hyper speed trying to think of what to say but nothing could come out I was trapped and frozen my mouth hanging open as I was slack-jawed the only sound coming up was a whine of terror… How had I entirely forgotten today was me and Asuna’s study session, usually it was at Asuna’s place much to the distaste of her mother, but still today happened to of been the exception I had said my place… Because nobody was going to be home so there was no chance of any interruptions… I had no clue how to get out of this situation? How long had she been watching? How long had she been standing there? Eventually, my mind came to the conclusion that I better at least respond “U-uh it’s not what it-“Before I could even finish my line of speech she had quickly retorted and a rather more embarrassed tone it didn’t sound of a venom of disgust or rage. “D-do you need help?” …Well, now my brain could not even think properly that or I had passed out and this was all a dream my childhood friend was asking if I needed help… My only response was a humiliated slow nod of my head I could feel the tears forming in my eyes I had been caught in my little fun… And now she probably thought I was some kind of weirdo or freak… How wrong I was the moment I was pulled into a hug and slowly but surely felt my hair being stroked and being pulled back onto the couch at this point the smell of my mess was way off my mind or anything else despite it being squished up against me as I was forced into the chestnut-haired girl’s lap she cooed me slowly as she stroked my hair. Was I dreaming? Was I imagining this? I was wearing a dirty diaper while sitting in Asuna Yuuki’s lap… Her voice was comforting and calming to my senses now and I felt myself relax in her embrace as I was still crying. “It’ll be ok... I won’t tell anyone about this I promise baby…” I was melting in her arms practically she had no clue but she was hitting all of the notes “Kazuko? Where're your changing supplies?” She asked me obviously insisting on helping me. I just shook my head in response to her question, she just cooed in response before talking again “Oh now I think I get it~” she giggled out as her hand slid down from my back rubbing my padding “Ka-zu-ko you are such a big baby it is adorable.” She said in a cutesy manner as she continued to rub my padding giving it a few pats, eventually, she leaned in whispering into my ear. “Your secret is safe with me baby girl~” With those words I had come to the realization that Asuna was either exactly the same thing I was or was somewhat aware of it… Either way what happened next wasn’t a studying session but by the time we were over I was in my pajama’s in bed the only difference being… I was in a clean diaper wrapped up in my blankets and for the first time in a while, I had a good night rest and I slept like a baby.
  12. “Ahh…” Kelly smiled and stretched as she woke up for school. 7:00 sharp, as she always did. A tomboyish, tan, fit 18-year-old girl, her red hair hung down to her shoulders. She wore a simple t-shirt and panties combo to bed, and nothing else. She felt if she wore too much she’d get too hot at night. As Kelly woke up, a familiar feeling hit her. She had to pee REALLY badly. She always did when she woke up, it was always inevitable. No matter what she tried, she could never stop herself from having to pee. She ran to the bathroom but realized it was locked. “Ohhh…” she moaned and banged on the door, crossing her legs hard, she didn’t think she could hold it. “Who’s there?” her sister Melanie yelled from inside. “It’s Kelly, open the door! I’ve gotta pee!” “It’ll have to wait!” Mel yelled out, “I just found out I’ve got the flu!” Kelly heard the feint sounds of her sister being sick in the bathroom. She knew she couldn’t wait, but she decided to be nice to her sister and walked back into her room, trying to find something to take her mind off of it. And she did find something. The clock that said 7:50. “Oh my god, I overslept!” Kelly quickly got dressed and ran out of the house, putting her bladder on hold. Kelly, now dressed in a purple t-shirt, black leggings, tights, and a pair of black flip-flops, with her red hair in a ponytail, ran to the bus and got on. The bus ride to school was torture. She sat there squirming hard, crossing her legs to try and keep it all in. She was a bit too shy to hold herself in front of everyone on the bus, but her quivering legs told them all they needed to. She was ready to explode. As the bus arrived, Kelly thanked whatever deity she believed in that she hadn’t leaked yet. She quickly got inside… well, at quickly as she could without spilling, and found the closest bathroom. On the verge of bursting, she walked into the bathroom, only to see, in horror, that all the stalls were occupied! She couldn’t believe it, 4 stalls and none of them had any vacancy! Kelly squirmed hard and, since nobody was around, grabbed herself, trying to hold it all in. Her face showed great pain, she felt agony as her bladder pulsed with every passing second, the pee being pushed to the hole, and her having to snap it shut! Soon a toilet flushed. It made her moan and grip herself tighter, crossing her legs tightly and shutting her eyes, but it had a good side to it. Soon the girl came out of the stall, and Kelly quickly ran inside to take her place. Pulling her tights down, she finally got her sweet relief! It felt amazing, she had never experienced anything like this before. She had never let it get this bad, and she had never released this much pee all at once. It was almost orgasmic… almost. One thing was for sure, though… If she had released this much onto the floor of the school, she would never have lived it down. After seeing her boyfriend, Bruce, and he gave her a soda, she drank it down quickly. She needed to get to class, and they didn’t appreciate sugary drinks in the classrooms. It was a policy that she thought made a lot of sense, if it spilled it would attract bugs. So she finished it quickly and went to class. After her first class was over, she took a big drink of water from the fountain. She was parched, drinking a whole soda actually made her mouth sticky and kinda dry. Afterwards, she talked with her friends a bit. “So,” she said, “I almost didn’t make it!” she was telling her friends about her experience. “I had to pee SO badly, and the bathroom was occupied, I actually came here with a full bladder!” “Wow,” her friend Mandy said, “You made the full, 10-minute bus ride here with a bursting bladder?” “I sure did!” Kelly said, smiling, sort of proud of herself, in a way she never really had been before. “You should be careful,” her other friend, Penelope, told her. “You could lose it at any time if you hold it in for that long, especially with how much you’re drinking!” Penelope had a tendency to get really concerned about her friends, but it proved that she cared. Kelly shook her head. “No need to worry about me, Penny. The school’s got plenty of bathrooms!” She smiled, taking one last sip from the fountain. “They’ve got all I need.” “I-if you say so…” Penelope nodded and blushed a bit. She was a very shy girl. “Just… be careful? Please?” Kelly chuckled a bit and nodded. “Okay, okay… for you, Penelope.” She smiled at her as she left for her second class. She ignored her friend’s advice, passing right by the closest bathroom in order to get to class. As Kelly’s second class was really boring. As the teacher droned on about some geography nonsense, the redhead started to notice a twinge in her bladder. She put her hand up and the teacher let her go to the bathroom. She sighed happily and got up, getting to the bathroom soon, but as she pushed the door, it only went partway. She listened in, and heard some girls talking. “Aah…” she knocked on the door. “H-hey, can you let me in!? I’ve gotta pee!” “Too bad!” one of the girls said. “You’re not allowed in here!” Bitches. They wouldn’t let her in because she wasn’t part of their little group. “Aah…” she put a hand in her crotch. She was so close to the bathroom, but she couldn’t get in! She squirmed, bouncing up and down in place, trying to keep it all in. She was right there! She needed it so badly! She knocked on the door, but there was no response. Kelly held herself as she tried knocking 2 more times, before finally giving up. She knew she wasn’t getting anywhere. She looked around for another bathroom, but didn’t see one around. She shivered a little, bouncing in place and moaning to herself, and slowly walked back to class. Kelly looked at the clock. 20 minutes left. She decided to try and hide it, she was sitting near the middle of the classroom, and beside her boyfriend. It would be embarrassing to wiggle in desperation in the middle of class! Kelly held as still as she possibly could. She did squirm a little bit, but it wasn’t really noticeable, and luckily nobody turned to face her. The 20 minutes went by surprisingly quickly, especially for someone who had to pee, but Kelly was focused on a goal: after class she was going to go! Penelope was right, she didn’t want to burst in the middle of class! She got to the closest girl’s bathroom and sighed in relief, but then stopped. “Hold on…” she said to herself, “I’ve got to be stronger than this!” She remembered that morning, when she held a bursting pot of pee the whole bus ride to school, AND with a couple minutes of a completely full bathroom, waiting her turn patiently! She could keep holding… and she would! Kelly passed the bathroom, on the way to her third class of the day, luckily a bit more of an engaging one this time. By the end of the class, she was nearly bursting again! She squirmed, despite her efforts not to. She tried and tried to stay still, but she couldn’t. But it was enough not to draw anyone’s attention, at least for the moment. She shook a little as she stood up, after the bell rang. She headed for the bathroom, but ran into Bruce. “O-oh, um… h-hey honey…” she looked up at him and smiled, trying to keep her composure. “Hey Kel!” That was his nickname for her. She found it cute. “Wanna walk to class together?” “U-um…” Kelly’s heart sank. She’d have to wait even longer to let all her pee go! It was already hurting. “S-s-sure…” She tried as hard as she could to hold it without grabbing herself, and she was managing, but it took almost everything she had. She clenched her muscles as the two walked together, Bruce smiling obliviously. The two passed a bathroom, and Kelly moaned a bit. ‘You okay Kel?” Bruce heard her! “U-um, fine!” she blushed hard, looking down at the floor. “Just, um… got a cramp…” Bruce nodded. “Oh, okay. Better now?” Kelly nodded. “Yeah, I-I’m… f-fine…” Period four was about an hour long, but it felt like an eternity for the busting redhead. She didn’t even try to hide it anymore. By the time she was halfway through class, if she didn’t hold herself she was going to leak. She shivered in desperation as she looked around the classroom, at all the other students. Her flip-flops ended up slipping off from how much she was shaking. The now barefoot girl looked at the clock. “Th-thirty minutes l-left… c-come on, Kelly, you c-can do this…” Twenty-seven minutes later, she was ready to explode. It felt like it did this morning. Maybe even worse. She couldn’t tell. All she knew was, if she didn’t have both legs double-crossed, with her hands buried in her crotch, she’d explode all over the floor of the classroom. “Aah… I-I need to h-hold on… I-I need to make it… three more minutes a-and I can pee…” That’s when it happened. The announcement. “Attention all students and staff. There has been a severe plumbing malfunction. The system somehow burst, so all bathrooms will be temporarily out of service. Thank you for understanding.” “N-n-no!” Kelly gasped, her aching bladder sticking out. She shivered harder in desperation. Everyone stared at her as the realization sunk in. She couldn’t pee. She needed it more than she ever did before, and she couldn’t do it. She almost cried. She needed the toilet so badly. It hurt. It was beyond hurting, it was agony. “I-I can’t hold it! I need it now! Oh, why didn’t I go when I had the chance!?” After class was over, the bell rang for lunch. She walked to the cafeteria, passing a bathroom and wincing as her bladder reminded her of how badly she needed it. As she sat down with her friends, she took a look around to try and distract herself from her heavy, busting bladder. Though nothing really helped. In fact, a lot of things made it worse. A few kids had water bottles, outside there was a custodian watering some plants, and of course there were juice boxes. She held herself, still not trying to hide it. She crossed her legs. “I-I hope they f-fix the bathrooms, and fast… I-I-I’m gonna e-explode!” she admitted to her friends. “Damn,” Mandy said, “Is it really that bad?” Kelly just nodded, not wanting to try talking again. If she sounded as desperate as she felt, then she didn’t want people to hear her like that. She overheard some people talking. “So she was sprayed with the hose, water went everywhere!” they laughed. Kelly squirmed, starting to sweat from how hard she was working to keep it all in. “Aah… I-I can’t t-take it… a-at this rate, I-I’m going to b-burst!” She ran out of the cafeteria, her boyfriend following her. “Kel, wait!” He found her and stopped her. “Let’s not do this now! People are eating out here. Plus, they haven’t fixed the bathrooms yet.” “T…true… okay, good thinking…” she walked back in, waiting out the clock. She shook in desperation as she waited for the grueling hour-long lunch period to end. Kelly managed to get to the next class, somehow, but she walked past it. She saw the door out of the school and ran towards it. She could pee outside in a bush, nobody would know! Then she could return to class and everything would be fine. She ran out to the door, but was stopped. “Huh?” It was a teacher. “Kelly, where are you going?” “J-just… um… enjoying the breeze?” “Get back to class, Kelly.” She squirmed. “S-sir, may I please… aah… g-go relieve myself first? I can’t concentrate like this!” He looked at her, and noticed how much she was shaking and squirming. He nodded. “I agree. But I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do. The bathrooms are being repaired, you’ll just have to hold it.” “H-hold it!? N-no, I can’t! I-I can’t!” She pushed past the teacher. It was something she didn’t like to do, but she needed this. As Kelly left, she ran out into the hall, and soon found a garbage can, smiling a little, then tried to take off her tights. “W-what?” she pulled and tugged, but they wouldn’t come off without ripping. Her bladder had come out so far, her tights were catching on it! She almost got them down, when a teacher came around the corner. “Oh, nooo!” She squirmed more, jamming her hands back into her crotch, holding herself closed as they teacher approached. “What are you doing out here?” he asked. “Um, n-n-nothing, s-sir…” He nodded. “Very well…” She squirmed even harder, and ran around the halls for a bit, trying in vain to find somewhere private and appropriate to pee. She soon ran into something she really wished she didn’t… she got into the gym, and saw a bunch of kids playing with water balloons. They burst, and she clutched herself, tears forming in her eyes from how desperately she needed release. She ran into what she thought was the hall, but it turns out was the shower room. She saw all the shower heads running and it nearly made her lose it. She leaked a little, getting some drops in her panties. She had to get out of there! She ran out of the gym and stopped. Not because she wanted to, but because her body forced her to. She got a huge wave of desperation and needed to stop. Soon, however, she was joined by Bruce. “N-no… n-not now…” she looked up at him, her legs crossed tightly, her hands pressed into her crotch, as they had been before. “Kel… I’m so sorry…” Bruce frowned. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.” Kelly looked up at him. “I-it’s okay… th-thanks…” she smiled, almost too desperate to pay attention to him. She got another wave and gasped, crossing her legs even tighter. She clenched her teeth, sweating and shaking as she tried not to let her bladder pop like a water balloon. After a few minutes, a few more students came out. Kelly looked up at them. She was walking very slowly. The cold school floor on her now-bare feet wasn’t helping the matter at all. She was on the verge. She felt it. “Aah… B-Bruce… th-this is i-it… i-i-if I take a-another s-step, I-I’m g-g-gonna b-burst!” “Let me help you!” He smiled, kissing her gently. She blushed and leaned into the kiss. And for a brief moment, she forgot about her aching bladder. She sighed happily. It was a really good distraction. Too good. All at once, Kelly’s torrent of hot pee erupted from her body! Her bladder had burst, in front of what had to be at least two dozen students, as well as her boyfriend! She looked down and screamed. “AAAH! NOOOO! PLEASE G-GOD, N-NOO!” Kelly gripped her crotch again, covering the increasingly-big wet spot on her tights and trying to slow the flow, but to no avail, as she closed her eyes, tears forming in them as she sat down in the puddle she created. Her panties turned a dark colour, slowly but surely, spreading out quickly. They were getting soaked, as were her hands. She shut her eyes tightly as the yellow puddle formed around her. This went on for a good minute and a half, the puddle getting bigger, more people crowding around, some staring in awe, some taking pictures, others trying to contain their laughter. Finally she stopped, looking up at Bruce with a mixture of sadness and embarrassment. She looked down at the puddle she made and frowned, knowing her tights were soaked now too. Bruce frowned. “Oh, Kel…” He blushed, helping her off the ground. “B-Bruce…” she hugged him, crying into his chest. Later that day, Kelly was at home, now in dry clothes, and Bruce had come with her. She was sitting on her bed, her boyfriend standing next to it. “Don’t feel bad,” Bruce said, “We all make mistakes.” “Not like that!” she said. “Hey…” Bruce leaned down and hugged her. “I love you. I’ll always love you.” Kelly smiled and hugged back. “I love you too.” “Plus,” he said, “…It was kinda hot.” Kelly blushed. “Thanks, babe…” The End! (This is half of a story trade with Rick Dixon! Hope you all like it! ^_^)
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    Several years back, 2007, I was up north for a friend's wedding. The day before the wedding, some of us dropped acid, including me. Sometimes, when I'm tripping, I won't realize I need to pee until it's an emergency, and of course, I had one of those moments during that trip. We were hanging out in the cabin. We had peaked earlier while hiking through the woods, and we were all feeling nice and mellow, looking at the dead flies in the windows and staring at knotholes, pointing things out to each other. I was called over to look at "a rainbow bug", so I got up, and as I did, I realized my bladder was going to explode. So, instead of checking out "rainbow bug", I was dashing out the door, grabbing my crotch. The cabin didn't have a bathroom, just an outhouse, but I hadn't used it since childhood. I'd usually just go around to the side of the cabin and do my thing, but that day, there was no way I was going to make it there; I'd barely made it out the door. I was already leaking, so I just squatted down and tried to pull my little white shorts to the side, but it was cumbersome, because I couldn't stop peeing; they were all wet and sticking to me. I just kept peeing through them until I could stop long enough to pull them down. After what felt like an eternity, I finally stopped peeing. I didn't have any choice but to pull my wet shorts up and go back inside. My ass was totally soaked, my undies were totally visible through the wet cotton, and amazingly, no one noticed. I slipped into my room and changed into dry undies and jeans. It had never felt better to be dry :)
  15. Generally, I’m not the biggest supporter of fanfictions. They often assume that the reader already knows the protagonists, and most of them lack detailed introductions and character development. And as a writer, you are limited to the personality of the cast, which takes some of the creative fun away. Over the years, I have received some requests to write a fanfiction, but I could never bring myself to do one - until now. After reading a passage in the book “Game of Thrones”, a simple but effective idea popped into my head, and I finished my first ever fanfiction - you can find the result below. After a short description of the characters from various wiki’s on the web, the story starts with a prologue, both in spoiler tags. The prologue is copied straight away from George R. R. Martin’s novel, and my story starts right after that passage. This is also my “goodbye gift” to omorashi.org, and to the omorashi writing scene in general, since this will be my last story. I’ll probably stick around, so I’m not gone indefinitely; but this will most positively be my last creative effort. I hope you will all enjoy it. Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding and wetting. - - A GAME OF THRONES FANFICTION - - CHARACTERS PROLOGUE “You look amazing, Sansa. Today, all the women of Westeros will look at you in envy,” Jeyne Poole spoke as Sansa’s handmaiden pinned the last flower onto the Stark’s green dress, in preparation to the tourney. “Not including you, I might hope,” Sansa replied while staring into her mirror, “I wouldn’t want to lose my best friend over my looks.” She turned around and faced Jeyne, smiling, her face glowing. Sansa had impatiently counted the days until the day of the Hand’s tourney, and it had finally arrived. It was the first large event after they had reached King's Landing, and more importantly, Prince Joffrey would be there. Sansa couldn’t care less about all the women in Westeros, as long as Joffrey admired her, she would reach her goal for today. Jeyne’s lips moved upwards. “I could be jealous over your appearance, but it won’t ever break our friendship, I promise. After all, you are to wed Prince Joffrey, and I’m in love with Lord Beric. Our paths won’t cross; there will be no reason hold a grudge against another.” Sansa thought Jeyne Poole was being silly; she was only a steward’s daughter, after all, and no matter how much she mooned after him, Lord Beric would never look at someone so far beneath him, even if she hadn’t been half his age. But she was in a festive mood today, and she let the thought easily slip of her drunken mind. She hardly noticed how Septa Mordane entered her tent to take Sansa’s handmaiden with her. “There’s a knight outside your tent to escort you to the tourney, my lady. Make sure to use your chamber pot before you leave, these events can be quite long and unwinding”, the Septa instructed her. Sansa threw an annoyed look at her tutor, her cheeks flushing. “That will be all, thank you,” she spoke firmly; she didn’t not want the woman to embarrass her any further in front of her friend Jeyne. She had grown more than tired of her Septa always telling her what to do, especially when it came to her bathroom habits; she was slowly becoming a woman now, and she could very well decide for herself when she needed her chamber pot, or not. “So who are you rooting for today, Jeyne?”, Sansa tried to change the subject quickly. “I honestly don’t know, my lady, what about you?” “Well, as you know, there’s not a man or woman in Westeros that hasn’t heard of the sublime swordsmanship of the Kingslayer, so I suspect that he will be of great significance today.” Jeyne Poole simply nodded, listening carefully to her friends’ analysis. She wasn’t highborn by any means, and while she was lucky to enjoy the same tutelage as Sansa, she hardly knew anything about her friends’ world. “Let’s see... there’s also Ser Barriston, Lord Yohn Royce, and the sons and grandsons of Walder Frey, Ser Meryn of the Kingsguard; oh Jeyne, there’s so many great warriors that will ride today, I can’t possibly name them all.” “So, should I root for the Kingslayer, then?” “It’s your call, Jeyne, that’s the beauty of it, anyone can have their favourite. A shame Joffrey doesn’t compete though, I bet he could take them all.” Jeyne laughed. “Are you serious? That small young boy?” Sansa sternly looked at her friend, before softly punching her on the shoulder, grinning. “Don’t tease me like that!” “Now you have dishonored me, Sansa Stark,” Jeyne impersonated her most masculine voice, and “I am Ser Jeyne Poole, and I challenge you to a duel,” after which Jeyne punched her friend as a repayment, and then ran away to the other side of the tent, raising her skirt so she wouldn’t trip over it. Sansa pursued her, and pushed her friend onto the bed in the corner, falling onto the mattress herself. Both girls kept on giggling for a while, until they heard the sound of a horn blowing three times. “The horn... the tourney is about to start! Come on Jeyne, we have to go, we can’t be late”, Sansa exclaimed, unable to temper her youthful enthusiasm. Her heart was beating in her chest, and she pulled her friend of the bed, dragging her towards the tent opening. “Wait, Sansa,” Jeyne remembered the words of Septa Mordane, “I would like to use the chamber pot before we attend the tourney,” and she raised her gown, showing her undergarments to Sansa while walking over to the cabinet where they kept the urns. “Quickly then”, Sansa complied impatiently, and she hiked her own clothing, realising that Jeyne’s idea was not such a bad one, “hurry up, hand me a one too!” “I would love to, my lady, but I can’t seem to find them...” “What do you mean? I put them right there in the cabinet on the top shelf, just this very morning!” Sansa sighed deeply and dropped her dress, unwilling to wait for Jeyne any longer, and she walked over to the piece of furniture, only to observe that her friend was right; the top shelf was dead empty, and the chamber pots were nowhere to be found. Sansa tried to list all the people that had entered her tent since this morning who could have displaced them; her handmaiden, Septa Mordane, and her sister Ayra. Not that it really mattered anyway; all three weren’t here at the moment, so she couldn’t ask them anyway. Then, outside the horn blowed once again, calling out to Sansa’s inner eagerness, and she made a decision. “We can use our pots after the tourney, I don’t really need to go anyway,” she simply stated, looking Jeyne in the eye. “What about you?” “Yeah, me neither,” Jeyne replied, hesitant to ignore the Septa’s advice. “Are you sure?” Jeyne Poole nodded, and they were greeted by the shouts of the crowd, the banners lurching in the wind, the sun reflecting in the armor of the knights as they left the tent. It was nothing like the girls had ever seen; it all seemed so glorious to them compared to the bareness of Winterfell. **** Sansa and Jeyne watched the spectacle in amazement, one knight riding after another, each one more fabulous than the last. They screamed in in harmony with the crowd as their lances and armor crashed together, over and over again, until one of them would fall off his warhorse. Jeyne covered her eyes whenever a knight smashed against the surface of sand and stones, most of them barely moving, their squires dragging the defeated off the field. Sansa, however, found the whole scene fascinating. She had never seen knights fighting like this before, risking their lives for fame and honour. She tried to grasp all of their names, imagining that someday they would sing songs about some of them, their stardom dawning on this glorious day. Nevertheless, as the battles went on for a very long time, Sansa and her friend grew a bit tired of all the extravaganza, and started chatting along, enjoying their day in the cool shadow of the tent shed. They were given places of high honor, on the first row of the stand, a few places apart from Sansa’s father Eddard Stark; they had the best look over the field, at a prominent place so that the commoners could marvel at them. Prince Joffrey was sitting on the top row, only a few feet apart from them, and Sansa could notice his occasional glimpse at her. Servants were rushing back and forth, bringing delicious treats from all over the kingdom to all nobles; citrus fruits and spicy treats from Dorne, grapes from the Island of the Arbor, pigeon pie and lemon cake, produced by the best chefs in King’s Landing, and of course the wines; sweet and bitter, ripe and undeveloped. Septa Mordane had instructed Sansa to abstain her from drinking alcoholic refreshments, but since she was sitting on the other side of the Hand of the King, she couldn’t supervise her pupil very well. The eldest Stark daughter and Jeyne had seized the occasion, and had gotten a hold of a large cup of wine, which they mixed with their grape juice. There was not much to do at the tourney except to watch the knights, eat and drink, so Sansa and Jeyne, much like the rest of the nobles, didn’t hold back at all. **** The radiant heat of the mid-day sun had diminished, and while the next group of knights prepared themselves for combat, the king’s own fool, the pie-faced simpleton called Moon Boy, performed a lively act in front of the grandstand. All the noble man and woman, or at least the ones that hadn’t passed out already from drinking too much, roared at his comical undertakings on the stilts. Including Sansa and Jeyne, who were feeding each other's’ hilarity by contagious laughter. Tears had sprung into Sansa’s eyes, while Jeyne was writhing on the bench, her legs crossed under her robe, unable to control herself. She could hear how lady Sansa was deeply breathing in and out in an attempt to stop her own laughter attack, and for a second, they succeeded. Jeyne repositioned herself, but when she looked into her friend’s eyes, their giggling ensued again, fiercer than the first time. “Stop, stop, Sansa, please stop, or I’ll piss my undergarments!”, Jeyne hissed at her friend, still giggling, but with clear sincerity in her voice. Sansa turned to her, and almost as if Jeyne had cast a magic spell, her laughter subdued, and she gave the Poole girl an educational slap on her thigh. “Not so loud, someone might overhear us!” Sansa looked sternly at her friend. “I’m sorry, my lady,” Jeyne excused herself, her own giggle fading away, “but it’s true, my bladder is so full, that I feel as I am pregnant with piss.” She uncrossed her legs and griped the bench firmly, straining all the muscles in her body; the continuous laughter had reduced her resistance, and her desire to use a chamber pot had never been stronger. “Yeah, I really could use a break, too,” Sansa confessed to Jeyne, and it was far from a lie; constant waves of discomfort were running right through her, and she wished she had followed her Septa’s advice more carefully. “So, um, what do we do?” Jeyne asked her highborn friend for advice, hoping that they could sneak off soon, not knowing whether she could hold her waters for much longer, the juice that she drank travelling towards her already bloated bladder. “We sit, we enjoy the tourney, and we hold back until we are excused,” Sansa painfully declared with a straight face, and she crossed her legs under her dress. **** “How much longer do you think the tourney will last?” The knights had resumed their combat for glory, but Jeyne was battling with a whole different burden. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had to go so bad. Urine was rushing against her sphincter, each wave stronger than the last; Jeyne anxiously started worrying that she would not make it to the nearest chamber pot, if she didn’t act soon. Despite of it all, she found comfort in the fact that she wasn’t alone in her struggle; her friend Sansa was clearly reaching an alarming level of desperation, too. “I don’t know”, the Stark girl simply replied, “I should ask my father about it.” “Could you?” Jeyne’s voice was rushed and as restless as herself. She bit her lip and leaned forward, her buttocks persistently moving back and forth under her dress, sweating from the activeness in her panties. She had to pee so bad, but she had to hold on just a little longer; it was all Jeyne could think about at the moment. “I will”, Sansa stated, and she rose from her seat; she wanted to know the answer to Jeyne’s question herself, hoping that that the tourney would be over soon, so she could excuse herself. Her full bladder was vigorously asking for her attention, and her kidneys were processing even more wine into urine; Sansa estimated that she could easily fill three quarters of a chamber pot with her own waters if she had the chance. Standing up and moving around while making way towards her father helped her personal struggle a bit, but not by much. “Father”, Sansa softly announced her presence, and Ned welcomed her with a warm smile. “Sansa, how nice of you to see your father, you must be growing rather bored of these knights tediously running back and forth, no?” “Oh no father, I love the knights, the battles, the food; I hope the spectacle lasts until sundown and beyond”, she lied to some extent, hiding her discomfort to her father and Septa Mordane, who was sitting next to him. Sansa pressed her legs together while her bladder stirred inside her; standing still didn’t help her at all. “The sooner this is over the better, as far as I’m concerned; but I’m afraid that it is up to the king to call an end to this dreadful day”, and Ned pointed at Robert, who was lying back in his chair, clearly full of wine, drunkenly roaring as another two riders clashed together. “Knowing him, I don’t think it will last much longer”, he continued, “he seems to be growing rather tired. I give it another twenty minutes or so; why don’t you join us here?” “Thank you, father, but I’ll see you after, I promised Jeyne I wouldn’t keep her alone for long”, Sansa lied again; trying to sit motionless beside her father and her Septa would be torture for her. At least at her place, she could freely move her legs around, maybe even sit on her heel. Sansa smiled and left her father, and as she looked up, she noticed Joffrey gesturing at her to come over. Sansa felt her throat tighten; he had not spoken a word to her since the incident with Ayra and the butcher’s boy, and she had not dared to speak to him. Her aching bladder urged her to return to Jeyne, but her adolescent heart declined; Sansa contentedly made way to the prince, carefully pressing her thighs closely together. Joffrey nodded and kissed her hand, gallant as the knights in her dreams, and said, “Are you enjoying the tourney, my sweet lady?” “Yes, very much, my prince”, she pondered, trying to remain as calm as possible. “As you should”, Joffrey cheered after sipping his wine, “you will have to attend plenty of them when you become queen. And one day, when I am old enough to enter the lists, I will conquer them all. As for now, my dog will do for them”, and Joffrey pointed to Sandor Clegane, who was standing next to him. “That would be a glorious day”, Sansa replied in unison, as her bladder stirred inside her. Uncomfortably, she stared at her friend Jeyne, hoping that she could soon return to her seat herself; Sansa wasn’t entirely confident that her kegel muscles alone could keep the massive amount of piss inside her, but she had to stand still for now. The last thing that she wanted to do was share her embarrassing predicament with Joffrey by dancing around in front of him. Thankfully, the prince intervened by nodding at Sansa’s praise, smiling genially. “I will save you a seat at the feast tonight, my sweet lady, and I hope you look as lovely as you do now.” Sansa blushed and bent her knees in a curtsy to the prince; Joffrey was too kind. She crossed her legs, took a deep breath, uncrossed them and then walked away, feeling the weight of Joffrey’s stare on her shoulders. Upon her return, she found Jeyne sitting in a yoga-like position, her right foot tucked under her dress, pressing her heel between her legs with her hands, squirming uncontrollably; she was in great difficulty. So far, she miraculously hadn’t leaked yet, but she felt so unbearably close to release. Her loins were burning, her legs were shaking; Jeyne had to pee, now, but she couldn’t leave without her friend. Immediately when the Stark girl showed, she jumped up, ready to storm off towards the nearest chamber pot, but Sansa gently pushed her down on her shoulder. “Just a few more minutes, Jeyne; my father assured me that the tourney is almost over.” Jeyne wanted to protest, but a sequence of pain waves took her breath away, and she landed onto her seat again, bending over, biting her lip so she would not scream. She knew she had to escape the stand as she really couldn’t hold on any longer, but her basic manners refrained her from disobeying her highborn friend - as her guest, she had to ask for her authorization. Jeyne looked her friend in the eye, and whispered to her, careful not to make a scene. “Can we please go? I really don’t care that the competition’s nearly over, I just want to release my piss into the pot, onto the grass, against a tree, anywhere, I couldn’t care less; if I don’t leave soon, I’ll do it in my panties anyway”, she anxiously pleaded, her hands kneading her womanhood. “I know you want it too, Sansa, please?” Jeyne was right; Sansa really wanted to, and the more her friend talked about it, the more desperate she got. The Stark girl painfully crossed her legs and turned her head, to see that her prince was still staring at her, and she groaned; she couldn’t leave now. Not after the prince had praised her for her presence. She couldn’t possibly risk that he would mistake her disappearance for cowardice. “A lady must endure, Jeyne.” Sansa’s voice was stern, her face straight. Her throbbing bladder complained heavily, but she persistently followed through. She could only hope that the king would soon call it a day. She had to hold on just a little longer. Jeyne had to hold on just a little longer. But Jeyne almost couldn’t; Sansa had no idea how terrifyingly close her friend was to uncontrollable eruption, but she absolutely was. She needed to pee badly, she needed to pee oh so badly. The membranes in her bladder were stretching out to unexplored levels, the fluid dynamics of the contents putting so much pressure on her strained muscles that she was hurting herself. She wanted to cry out loud in despair, but she couldn’t embarrass Sansa, so she tried to repress her instinctive utterance, and silently squealed instead. The sound was shrill and lasted a couple of seconds, but only travelled short, as the noise of two riders clashing together dominated the scene. Jeyne closed her eyes, as the surroundings became just a blur to her; she could only think of how desperately she needed to go. Only Sansa had overheard the cry of her friend, but it left her mind rather quickly; she had problems on her own. She needed a chamber pot more than ever, fighting wave after wave in her abdomen, relying on the strength of her sphincter alone. It was so incredibly tempting to press her hands between her legs and simply hold herself like Jeyne did, but Sansa could not do it, not with the prince watching over her. She tried to press her firm thighs even closer together, but she had already reached the limits of her own flexibility. Leaning forward, breathing loudly, she firmly held on to her upper knee with both hands; it was certainly not the same as grasping her crotch, but it was the next best thing. While Jeyne was in a world of her own, Sansa actively tried to take her mind of her full bladder, and focused her eyes onto the tourney again. Ser Gregor Clegane, riding brilliantly all day, had just unhorsed another knight, and the crowd of commoners scanted his name all over the valley. While he bowed before the king, his large black stallion was standing right in front of Sansa and Jeyne, and Sansa studied the animal, the sweat drops on his dark skin glistening in the sunlight. The horse was restless, and Ser Clegane had to hold on the leash firmly; it reminded Sansa of Ayra’s mare, who was her stubborn as her sister herself. Suddenly, the animal stood still, and Sansa could see his member swell; the horse had decided to relieve himself, and a thick yellow stream emerged, splashing onto the dusty surface. Unfortunately, this was a highly suggestive picture for both desperate girls, and while Sansa hastily pressed her hands into her lap, Jeyne’s eyes widened. The crowd suddenly went silent, and Sansa looked up with everybody else; the king was on his feet, his face red, a cup of wine in his hand. “Bloody hell,” he shouted so that anyone could hear, “enough of this horse piss - one more rider, and we’ll call it a day!” But it was just too much for Jeyne to take. In a faint moment of clarity, she felt aware of every single muscle in her body, and realized that she could not hold it any second longer. The Poole girl slowly rose from her seat, trembling, her vision clouded. She had to pee so badly that her bladder almost instantly voided itself at the prospect of finding a secluded place to let it all go. She couldn't delude herself; reaching the chamber pot in their tent was no longer an option. Jeyne went mad with excitement, only thinking about the possibility to squat behind the first bush in the vicinity of the stand. But as soon as she placed her right foot onto the wooden deck, a hand grasped her slender thigh, and pushed Jeyne down to her seat again. Too weak to oppose that kind of force, her buttocks violently landed onto the bench. Tears sprung in her eyes, disillusioned when she realized that her best friend Sansa was holding her back. “Just a little longer, Jeyne, it’s only one more battle!” Her bladder spasmed, being denied the enjoyment that it so badly needed; the torturing sensations in her abdomen were so immense that Jeyne started hallucinating. Electrified with impulses, she visualised the thick yellow stream of Gregor Clegane’s horse, roping on the sand, the disturbing sound slicing through her soul, the common crowds in the back thunderingly roaring. Jeyne gasped for air as the waterworks in her eyes continued; the imagined civilians in her head now laughing at her while she jammed her legs between her legs in an effort to hold back the inevitable. The pain was excruciating, her muscles were stretched for far too long now. She could no longer deny herself relief, her own mind didn’t simply didn’t allow her. She had to ease some of the pressure. What if I just let a little bit go? It was a minor theory in a sea of thoughts, but an entrancing one. And before Jeyne even realised it, the signals were sent; she loosened the stress in her sphincter just a little bit, and a trickle immediately ran down her urethra and into her panties. The feeling took her breath away, her bladder compelling her to completely lose control, but Jeyne endured, still clenching her muscles, regulating the flow rate, while wetness pooled in the silk fabric around her. With her eyes shut and her ears blocking the sound of the crowds, Jeyne analyzed the sensations on her skin, so carefully that she perceived the very first drop of urine running down her thigh, her panties only just saturated. Without doubt, she closed her sphincter again, and abruptly opened her eyes; the final two knights of the day were at their end of the field, waiting for the signal to make their rush. So was Sansa, with her both hands now deep in her lap, having lost the luxury of keeping her decency, albeit for a whole other signal. Jeyne just sat still and locked her knees together; she had gotten away with her untested experiment, the flow stopped, only the smallest amount of wetness visible on the back of her dress, which she could play off as just sweat. She felt like a different person, too; the pain was gone, her abdomen felt frozen, as if time stood still. Jeyne smiled, until her bladder suddenly spasmed, and without a warning, the dam beneath bursted. She panicked, but could not help it; the control of her paralyzed bladder was finally gone, and the sheer force of the torrent widened her urethra instantly. A waterfall of urine violently trashed into her panties, the fabric already saturated from her deliberate leak, and wetness quickly pooled around her buttocks. Jeyne sat motionless, desperately trying to stop the stream somehow before it would escape from her dress, but the flow coming from her exhausted bladder only increased in size. Tears sprung in her eyes as she felt the first rivulets running along her thighs, but her body language wasn’t giving away her accident just yet. She remained in her static position, while warm piss filled her panties, filling Jeyne with shame at the same time. A trickle ran down the inside of her knee, and she held her breath, closing her eyes and listening to the sounds around her, waiting to what would come next. She tried so hard to keep her emotions under control, in order not to draw any attention to her. Tac… tac… tac tac tac... The faint sound got lost into the roaring of the crowds; Jeyne was sure that she was the only one who heard it, observing it so carefully, but it pushed her over the edge nevertheless. Thick drops of pee hit the stand under her feet, drumming faster and faster on the wooden plank, until Jeyne could no longer distinguish the drops from the uninterrupted splattering. She started sobbing; the humiliation was just too much for her to take. She was only a steward's daughter, lucky enough to attend this event between princes and princesses, and she had wet herself like a little girl, with no chance to hide the public embarrassment from everyone. This was supposed to be a glorious day for her, but instead, transparent pee pooled on the plank under her feet, overflowing and falling a few feet down into the sand. She swore she noticed a few commoners from across the field pointing and laughing at her, and silently howled, looking up to her friend for sympathy, as she continued peeing. Sansa Stark, however, was frantically trying to hold her own waters back, the accident of her friend not helping her in the least. She turned herself away from Jeyne, and pressed her hands deeper into her lap, her fingers searching for the best place to hold herself. The tourney was almost over, but she was on the verge of wetting herself, just like Jeyne did, and she honestly didn’t know whether she could escape the fate of her friend, but she had to try. Sitting in the front of her seat, bouncing around on the edge, she pleadingly looked at the king, and the man holding the horn next to him. Her bladder was throbbing, the painful feeling in her abdomen now a constant, the tension was almost unbearable for her. Sansa didn’t even try to conceal her desperate need anymore, she only tried to hold back the pressing ocean inside her. She could not possibly pee her pants in front of this company, especially Joffrey. But she could almost no longer hold on either. She tried every trick she knew, but the truth was that none of them worked anymore. Her bladder was simply overfilled, and if she had drunk only half a cup of wine more, her panties would have been wet by now. Seconds ticked away. Sansa anxiously stared into the distance; her fate was in the kings hands. With only a simple gesture, he could end the tourney, any second now. Then the masses could commence their long journeys towards their hometowns, and the nobles could return to their tents. But none of them seemed to be in a hurry, apart from Sansa, her twitching buttocks barely touching her seat, her body in a limbo between standing up and sitting down. Her knees were bent, and her leg muscles strained; one foot was placed in front of the other one, ready to make a run for it. She had never been so eager to do anything in her life, her desire corresponding with the ultimate urgency to relieve herself. Thousands of pee drops were sitting at the verge of her pee hole, and Sansa could feel the weight of every single one of them. Tears were welling up in her eyes; the waiting game was SO much for her to handle, that she almost couldn’t take it anymore. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and when she opened them again, the man next to the king lifted his horn. Not awaiting the actual signal coming from the instrument, Sansa veered of her seat instantly, misestimating the impact of gravity on her bladder muscles; she almost filled her panties in the process. Frightened by the sudden rush, she quickly pressed her hand between her legs again, and swiftly pulled it back at the same time, terrified that Joffrey would notice the predicament that she was in. Taking small steps, Sansa walked down the steps of the stand, and sighed when she went around the corner, leaving the eye range of the other nobles. Her body screamed for relief once again, and she couldn’t help thinking about squatting behind the stand, but realized that was too much of a risk; as daughter of the Hand, almost everyone here knew who she was. and tales would travel quickly, especially during the tournament and the feasts that accompanied the event. No matter how badly the Stark girl needed to pee, she had to hold on until she reached her tent, somehow; it was the nearest place where she would be safe. Pressing her right hand on her dress, she pressed her thighs carefully together, and danced along the way, her bladder throbbing heavily inside her. The sensations were so strong, that she had trouble breathing, and when she finally reached the tent, she was practically breathless. A tear of joy ran down her face as Sansa rushed inside, her eyes on the hardwood cabinet. Her mind went blank, calculating the amount of seconds she would need to take hold of one of the chamber pots, plotting the events of the next crucial moment. As if she had practiced the scene one hundred times before, Sansa squirmed forward, her hand reaching for the underside of her dress, brushing her thigh as she pulled the fabric up. The tension in her body rose, and she gasped, as her bladder wanted to give away entirely now that she had reached a private spot. But she was so close, and so determined to hold on, that Sansa fought every wave - the sensations were so intense, and she started bargaining with her own body. While her fingers worked their way up her panties, she calculated that she would do minimal damage when she would let go one she had eyes on the chamber pot. She would let her urethra fill with warm urine as she would place the pot on the floor between her legs, and squat down while her fingers would pull her moist panties aside. She knew that the first drops would land into her underwear, but she didn’t care; the pain was just too much to take for even a nanosecond longer. Voluntarily, she weakened the stress in her bladder muscles, and her body shuddered as she finally planted her fingertips between on her panties, in the sweet spot between her lips. The cabinet was just four feet away now, but Sansa froze; she had never felt a sensation like this before. For a second, she sensed every muscle in her body, from her curled up toes to her bulging bladder, as some kind of warmth spread all over her. She moaned, loudly, as she pushed her finger further and further in between her thighs, towards her pee hole; holding herself after so long felt so good that she almost collapsed. Then, a sharp jolt pulled her out of her trance, as the unbearable need to pee took her over again, and she shuffled towards the cabinet, ready to give her body the relief that it so badly needed. Without her deliberate permission, her bladder weakened and Sansa quickly felt that she had hit her point of no return - she simply couldn’t hold it back any longer; it would only be a matter of seconds. Eagerly, she removed her hand from her privates, reaching for one of the chamber pots on the top shelf… Sansa’s heartbeat stalled, as she quickly came to realize that the cabinet was still dead empty; there was not a single chamber pot, and thus no relief for her. The poor girl gasped, and turned her head around, hoping to find an alternate solution, but felt her urethra filling with warmth instead, and not the kind of warmth that she had felt before. Helplessly, she jammed her thighs together, while a thick burst of pee immediately drenched her fragile panties. In a last effort to save her dress, Sansa squatted down, but the green layered fabric draped under her buttocks, making the clothing act as some kind of water slide. Now that her thighs were spread, there was no holding back at all, and a massive jet of pee sprung from her tortured pee hole without a single pause. Some of it welled up inside her panties, but most of the wetness ran down her buttocks and onto the back of her dress, quickly forming a puddle around her feet. The pure feeling was glorious, but Sansa could not enjoy it; she felt so empty, so humiliated, that she started to cry. She had simply wet herself like a little girl; soon her Septa would find her soaked dress, and most certainly reprimand her for acting improperly. Today was the day where she hoped to become a real lady, but she had truly ruined the occasion, and she would remember this shameful event forever. Exhausted from the long struggle, Sansa fell onto her knees, rivulets of pee still running out of her abused body, and finally collapsed onto the floor. She closed her eyes, and laid still for a while, listening to the clamor outside the tent. She thought about Jeyne, who had also disgraced herself because of her, probably on her way to the tent right now, attracting looks from anyone who could see her soaked clothing. She thought about her father, hoping that he wouldn’t find out about any of this. She thought about Joffrey. She thought about Lady. She thought about everything, then she thought about nothing. When Sansa finally opened her eyes, she saw the chamber pots - hidden below Ayra’s bed. THE END
  16. justarandomguy

    female Jill Valentine Omo

    Along the lines of my Ellie fanfic, another favorite character of mine I would love to see in a desperation situation would be Jill Valentine from the Resident Evil series. And the Jill I'm talking about is the brunette STARS Jill from the original (or at least HD remake) game. Now that I have some time since this semester of school is nearly done, I figured I'd treat you all to another story. I'm not expecting this to be as good as the Ellie one, but I'll leave that up the reader: It was supposed to have been a quick mission. In and out, her superiors had assured her. Investigate the mansion, report any findings, return to headquarters. It was really that simple. At least until Brad Vickers took off in the helicopter and left them there. So now, hours later, the mansion had become a permanent place of residence. If not for the zombies roaming the halls, it might've been peaceful. She'd have been lying to herself if she didn't think her panties were already a bit damp. The sudden arrival of a pair of zombie dogs through a few of the mansion’s windows had jostled both her heart and her bladder. A few errant spurts had escaped as she put her attackers down, but her bladder was far from empty. “In and out,” she repeated to herself sarcastically, squirming ever so slightly as she turned down another maze of corridors. It had only been a few hours since their arrival, but it had been much longer than that since she last relieved herself. The helicopter ride had done a number on her filling bladder, as did the sprint through the woods to the mansion. She was getting desperate. But without Chris, Barry, or Wesker around to cover for her, she didn't feel comfortable letting her guard down. “Damn it…” She actually paused to undo a notch from her utility belt. It didn't completely help, but it at least eased some of the pressure. Another sharp turn down another empty hallway got her nowhere. She bit her lip. “I don't even know where the bathroom is in this place. For a mansion, you'd think there'd be at least one or two or ten…” Things were still quiet save for the light rain outside and the occasional thunder. Any other day, she would've loved to hear the rain pattering on the windows. But right now, her bladder wasn't having it. Her need was growing, but she had no way of finding relief. Her team would never let it go if they found her squatting somewhere in a corner.. She kept moving, pushing the thoughts of her predicament further into the back of her mind. “More like a pee-dicament,” she joked weakly to herself, but quickly winced when another sharp spasm wracked her lower body. “Okay, I give up… Gotta find a bathroom and find it fast.” Luckily for her, at the very end of the next corridor was an ornate master bathroom, compete with toilet, bath, and countertop. The only thing she concerned herself with was the piece of porcelain opposite the mirror in the corner of the room. “Thank God,” she gasped, throwing the door closed behind her, already going to unbuckle her belt and remove her utility straps. Her legs were pressed tightly together, bladder screaming for relief, but suddenly there was a hard knock at the door. “Barry?” There was no reply. She had just gotten her pants down, when the door shook again. Her legs were trembling now as she found herself in a wobbly squat over the toilet with only her pants down. The panties had yet to follow suit when her mind found itself preoccupied with whomever was at her door. “Barry?” she repeated, “is that you? I'm a bit busy…” The door suddenly slammed open as a lone zombie forced its way in, moaning loudly, hands outstretched towards her. “Oh shit!” She had just grabbed her gun when her bladder also released a hard, jetting spurt of warmth into her panties. Firing a single round that sent her attacker to the floor, her racing mind then returned to her previous task at hand all too late. The hissing of her strong stream was unmistakeable once the silence set back into the room. Finally getting her panties down around her knees, she collapsed onto the toilet as her pee splashed and hissed into the bowl. Dropped her head down to her chest, she saw that her panties were drenched. Collateral damage of the worst kind. “Doesn't matter,” she said to herself, still peeing hard, her stream seemingly endless, “most of it got in the toilet… Kind of…” The yellow puddles all around the base of the toilet said otherwise. It was a good long minute later when her stream finally tapered off with a weak dribble. With a sigh, she pulled up her damp panties and felt them rub sensually against her crotch. Any other time she’d have gone with it, had a little fun with herself, but now was not the time or the place. The night was far from over. Readjusting her equipment and smoothing out her pants, she stepped over the pee splatters as well as the fallen corpse. Pulling the door shut behind her as she left, she sincerely hoped that none of her team would stumble upon her mess. The zombie she could explain… The pee… Well. Not so much. “Can't say I didn't try…” Continuing onwards down the hall, she couldn't help but moan as her thighs rubbed together against her damp panties. It was going to be a long night. Hopefully she wouldn't have to pee again anytime soon because this time, she probably wouldn't even bother with a toilet.
  17. I'm at it again. I just had a public accident in my diapey today, and leaked everywhere. Drank two cups of coffee at work. Some water. Got home. Put a diaper on. Got my diapey wet a bit. A really subpar pullup. I poked a few holes in it. Should leak easily. Already had to pee. Drank three more cups of water before putting on the pullup. Waited and drank some more till I had to pee a liiiiiiitttle bit more. Didn't take long. Made sure to get my pants a little wet first. Only a little. Then I went to the store at about 6:15 in the morning and shopped around for a bit. Picked up a few things, and some more diapers. A little time passed and I had peed I bit more. If you looked, I was fairly wet. Around 7:00 I looked for an employee. I acted sort of in a panic about needing the bathroom. Asked where it was. She I believe is foreign, and didn't know what I was talking about first, and I danced around a bit. I sort of made it to the bathroom eventually, and peed a lot, some in the toilet, a lot in my pants. Left a small puddle by accident. I usually try to get just my pants, maybe socks and shoes, but this time I got all that and the floor. At least it was the bathroom. I made my way out and went to pay for my things. The lady had thankfully watched my things while I was in there. She asked if I was okay, and I murmured out a "Yeah, sorry." I paid for my things, trying to hide myself, but obviously not doing a very good job. I got out of there, not running into too many people on my way out. Peed a little more in the car for good measure. I got home and carried some of my things in, leaving the rest in the car for now. Not sure if thankfully or not, but my roommate didn't spot me. She was asleep in her room, unawares to my escapades. Then I took pictures! That I'll probably upload later. I put on a new big and crinkly diaper and wore that for a bit, including after my roommate did wake up, we kind of hung out for a little bit, and all I wore over it was some very thin sweat pants. Eventually went and got the rest of my things, including the new diapers. If she didn't notice, she probably heard me changing later in my room. I'm probably way too exhibitionist, but I had a great time.
  18. In Dragon Ball Z during the events of the World Martial Arts Tournament & the Coming of Majin Buu. Videl was flying with Gohan and the others to head towards for Babidi's Location. Gohan tells Videl that it might be best to go back to the Tournament because it would be too dangerous so Videl listens to Gohan and heads back to the Tournament. While heading back she ran into Trunks & Goten just for a moment... Videl: I know you can do it Gohan, beat those guys to a pulp. Videl: Huh? *stops flying for a moment* Ah man I need to pee! Videl: Well I'm not back in Civilization yet so it might be best to do it out here but not in the open. (Videl looks around her surroundings) Videl: Oh that looks like a good spot! Videl: (Gotta Go! Gotta Go! Gotta Go! Gotta Go!) Videl: No time to pull down my white pants... wait WHITE pants... I can't wait myself in those everyone will think Mr. Satan's Daughter is a Wetter. Videl: Luckily I wear Black Panties so what I am going to do is take off my White Pants and then wet myself in my Black Underwear. Videl: Okay this time I'm going to be standing up *spreads her legs just a tiny bit* in 3, 2, 1.... Aaahhh *starts peeing through Black Panties* much better. Videl: I can't believe I almost wet my White Pants it would look wet & a little yellow. *Continues Peeing* Ah this feels so good for some reason it makes me want to--- no it's not improper for a girl like me. Videl: *Still peeing* Wow did I have to go this bad than before? I hope Gohan will be alright fighting off the bad guys. Oh Gohan I wish I can get to know you better. *stops peeing* Videl: Eh! *rubs herself inside of her panties* it may be improper but I can't help myself for some reason. *Starts rubbing around her breast while touching inside of her panties* Videl: *Lays down on grass & continues* Oh yeah, it feels good. This feels really good. I'm going to--I'm gonna-oh yes I like this feeling! Videl: *Continues Pleasuring herself* Oh my why I am feeling this way it's so good, so good *wet sounds coming from Videl's groin area* Videl: *Closely reaches to the Climax* *Yell's in Joy* Ah! This is great! I'm going to-I'm gonna-gonna-my gosh! *Yell's in Relief of Satisfaction* Videl: Wow what got over me? Is it how I peed or is it because I was thinking about Gohan? Videl: Oh well time to take off (I think it I should change my underwear back at my place... also to clean up a little) Videl leaves the landscape and heads straight back to the Tournament to change herself yet again. This time she had a sudden urge but has no idea why. Will Gohan & the others reach Babidi's Location to stop the Coming of Buu? Will Goten & Trunks meet up with them? Will Videl need to talk to someone about Urges? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z.