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  1. Just found it on Pornhub and it's new to me. Sorry if it's a repost : https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c84032a91c3b Here's the rip (with better view) : Girl pees her shorts in the bathroom.mp4
  2. Hello, all. This is the second-to-last of the Meagan and Parker stories. I've written so many by now, I'm not going to link any here. I've begun writing the finale; then after a little work on the file (and writing some "extras") I'll post the whole "Housemates" series -- "Season 3" -- and also bundle the entire Meagan-and-Parker Saga together. The first half of this particular story is almost entirely about the two of them and their relationship. If you're primarily here for the "good stuff," scroll down the second post. If you're like me and are rather invested in these two kids, the first part's for you. "Based on a true story" is a total cliche, and this one is so very loosely based on true tales that it barely qualifies. But I did get locked out once, and a water fight did ensue. No peeing was involved. ------------------------------------------------- There was a swing in the front yard of Franklin House, a standard ropes-and-knots-and-wooden-board affair. It hadn’t gotten a ton of use in the winter, but the days were warm now, very warm for April. The nights had still been chilly—until tonight, when the sun had been down for over an hour but the air still felt like it was shining. After the cold of winter, it felt like summer had come. And summer was indeed about to come: in three weeks finals would come, and in four, Meagan would graduate. After the thaw during Spring Break, they’d been better to each other. More time together, especially for meals. More sex—tender, cautious, this-relationship-is-made-out-of-fragile-glass-so-for-fuck’s-sake-be-careful sex, but still sex. More stress, too, for both of them, but they were dealing with it a little better. (Largely by having fragile-glass sex.) Less of Zephyr, thank god. No kink at all, though, for either of their quirks. No talking, either. Not about the future. Tonight—a Tuesday night, quiet and warm, nothing much up—Parker was sitting on the swing, not really swinging at all (it was hard to get it going) but enjoying the hint of summer in the air, and trying not to think about what was going to happen in four weeks. The screen door banged shut behind him, and footsteps crunched on the gravel, then went silent as whoever it was stepped onto the grass. Hands slid around his waist. “Hey,” he said. “Hey,” Meagan said. “Wanna go for a walk?” “Sure. It’s a lovely night.” She slid her arm through his. She didn’t do that often—a lot of times she preferred to walk without touching him at all, since she said he walked too slow for her. Tonight she was moving at a leisurely pace. It was warm enough for t-shirts but not shorts, apparently; she had a beat-up old college shirt on over her even more battered jeans and sneakers. Her knees poked through the holes. She had her hair down. They walked in silence for a few blocks, headed away from the main streets into a quiet neighborhood. The sidewalks were well-lit but the streets were lined with trees, and so the streetlights shone through the spring leaves and fresh blossoms, casting intricate shadows. After a couple of blocks, she said, “So I’ve been thinking.” “Mm?” “And I talked with Dr. Vince a bit, too.” “What about?” “Us. You and me, I mean.” Parker nodded. He felt like they were no longer handling that fragile glass with care but starting to juggle it. Still, it had to be done. “Parker?” “Yeah?” “What do you want?” “From you?” “From me, from the relationship…” He thought about it for a while—and then said the first thing that had come into his head. “I want you to show up.” “Couldja make that a little more vague for me?” she teased him, gently. “It’s a little too clear right now.” “For a while now, it seems like you’ve been so focused on the future that you’re forgetting the present. Forgetting us. I never want to stand in your way, I’ve said that a lot. And it’s true. But you’ve been putting so much time into yourself and your future and not really talking about it with me. I mean—it’s your future. I get that. But maybe it could be our future. And I feel like you’re just assuming it won’t be. That we can’t last. Or that you can’t get to that future if you slow down and show up for me.” She nodded. “Mmkay. What would showing up look like?” “Time,” he said promptly. “It’s been better since Spring Break. But earlier this semester you were all about working in the library until it closed down, then getting up and working out and getting to class early. And then essays on the weekends. I want… I want to talk to you again. Make fun of bad movies with you again. I want to cook with you, work out with you—” he glanced around at the empty front porches they were passing, then added in lower tones, “—And I want to make love to you. A lot.” She grinned. “What do you want?” he asked. “I want you to keep asking me that question,” she said promptly. “Thank you. I’ve got another question or two for you in a second, but I’ll answer yours now. I want…” She looked up at the tree they were passing under. It was in full bloom, and smelled marvelous. “Mmm. That’s a lovely scent. I want a lot. Mostly, as you know, I want to be well away from my past. I want to learn how to help people like me. But I want you there with me as I do. You’re my bedrock, love. I know I haven’t been showing it nearly enough. But I’d never have made it this far without you.” “I didn’t know that.” “Yeah. I should have said. I know I’ve been gone way too much. But every late night, as I was dragging my ass out of the library, all I wanted to do was curl up next to you. There was definitely a whole essay I got done on time just because I was promising myself, ‘Finish this up so you can go back to Parker.’ ” “Awww,” he said. “Mmmhmm. I know I can trust you, that’s so huge for me. I’ve taken a bit too much advantage of that—I haven’t showed up, like you’re saying. But, if you’ll allow me to make it a kind of twisted compliment, the only reason I did it was because I knew I could trust you absolutely.” “Heh. Thanks? I think?” “And all those things you said—I want all of that too. Plus road trips, real road trips. I want to go all over the country with you. See real mountains. Touch the ocean.” “ ‘Mountains, Gandalf!’ ” “Exactly. And I want you next to me every step of the way.” She dropped her voice a little as well. “And I wanna make love to you too. And I wanna fuck you until you explode. Just to be clear.” “Much appreciated.” “So. Next question: what do you need?” “Time,” he said again, just as immediately. “Time with you. And trust.” “You don’t trust me?” “I trust you to be honest with me, to be faithful to me, but I haven’t quite been able to trust that you’re gonna stay with me.” “So you want commitment.” “Yeah. That’s the word.” “Mmmkay.” “That and talking. We have not talked enough.” “So true.” “And fucking.” “Most definitely.” “Your turn.” “Yup. I need freedom. I need to be able to go where I want. I’ve been so scared of getting trapped that any kind of commitment scared me. When you started getting nervous about UCLA or University of Washington, I started wanting to go there even more. To get out of the trap. I mean,” she added hastily, “you are so not a trap. But that’s how I’ve been feeling for so long, you know? Long before I met you? My dad didn’t want me to go to college. My uncle didn’t want me to go to this college. My mom tried to sabotage me so I’d have to come home. So when you started making scared noises about the West Coast schools, I felt all that all over again: ‘He’s not letting me go.’ ” “Oh. Oh, shit. I am so sorry. I never meant that.” “Oh, of course! I knew that, even then. It’s just… well, the brain knows, but the heart feels, and the heart’s got more practice.” “That is… a darn good line. You see? This is why I want to spend the rest of my life talking with you.” She chuckled. “Thank you. I never said anything about it because I knew what you meant… but I still felt trapped. So that’s what I need: freedom. And you need commitment.” “Those don’t have to be opposites.” “Yeah! That’s exactly what Dr. Vince said… okay, let me back up.” She took a deep breath. “After Spring Break things have been better, yeah?” “Mmhmm.” “Well, for me too—or I thought so. Until something broke in class yesterday. I can’t even remember what it was. It was only barely connected to all this. But I just broke down. We’ve been tiptoeing around the issue, and I couldn’t face it any more. Couldn’t face going home to you and dancing around it. “And then everyone was looking at me funny because, well, Meagan doesn’t cry, she just doesn’t. So I just about ran out of the room when Dr. Vince asked me to wait. He dismissed the class early and sat me down and we talked and talked and talked.” “That’s why you missed lunch yesterday? You said you were talking to him, but…” “Yup. I wasn’t quite ready to talk to you about it all—I had to think about it first. He asked me what I wanted, and what I needed, and then he said something I’ve never heard before. He said, ‘There are really three factors in a relationship: what you need, what your partner needs, and what the relationship needs. What does your relationship with Parker need?’ ” “What did you say?” “Well, I think I said ‘Huh?’ ‘cause I didn’t get it at first, but then I started figuring it out. I’ve been treating it all as a ‘who wins’ thing. Do I get what I need, or do you get what you need? As if it couldn’t be both. But the relationship needs something else again.” “What does it need?” “Well, what do you think?” “I don’t even know where to start.” “That’s why I had to wait a day before I had this conversation. To figure it out. Here’s what I think: it needs commitment. But not the kind you’ve been asking for.” “Huh?” “Honey, when you talk about the future, you talk about forever. And that ain’t happening. One way or another, this’ll end. I hope it’ll be a long time from now, but this’ll end someday. We don’t know when. And when we try to push it past the time it should end, well—that’s when bad things happen. Especially if it ended because one of us is dead and the other one’s going full-on ‘Monkey’s Paw’.” Parker laughed. “Fair enough. But what kind of commitment do you mean, then?” “Well, one more thing before I get to that: when you talk about forever, that’s when I start to feel trapped again. Trapped in a nice place, but still trapped. So that’s part of the freedom I need: not talking about forever.” “Okay.” “The kind of commitment I do mean, though, is a lot like what you said earlier about showing up. Commitment as in being all-in. Like the old saying: for bacon and eggs, ‘The chicken was involved, but the pig was committed.’ I don’t know when we’ll be over, hon. But I’m through with half-assing this. Like I was already halfway out the door. Not when all I want to do at the end of the day is be next to you. “So yeah,” she continued, “a lot more time together. Dr. Vince recommended that we make some commitments about time. And keep our promises. But you gotta do something for the relationship too, hon.” “What?” “You have got to stop moping. When I got super-busy, you just… took it. And moped. You didn’t complain, you didn’t get mad, but I could tell you were upset. But you never said anything!” “I’m not sure that’s totally true…” “Yeah, probably. But we didn’t talk the way we needed to. So when I start to veer off, when you’re not getting enough, what the relationship needs from you is speaking up.” “Okay. I’ll try.” “ ‘Do or do not. There is no—’ ” “All right, all right! I’ll do it.” “Good.” She took a deep breath. “Last things. Biggest things.” “I’m listening.” “The last, biggest thing we need to do is compromise about the future.” “Okay…” “What you need to compromise on—no, wait. That’s not the right way to say it, it’ll just make you mad. Hang on…” “Hangin’.” They turned another corner at random and kept walking as Meagan thought. “’Kay. Let me try it this way. I’ve always said I didn’t want to make you follow me. But Dr. Vince pointed out that this is the time in people’s lives when people do that for each other, if they want to. So: would you follow me, if I asked you to? Even to the West Coast?” “Yes.” She sighed with relief. “’Kay. And I’m willing to stay closer if that’s what we need.” Now it was his turn to sigh. “I saw a couple of possibilities. One is that I go to Michigan. It’s a good school and it’s not that far away. You finish up here next spring and join me in Ann Arbor for my second year. Then, if we’re still good—we go wherever.” “Mmkay. What’s the other?” “I could go to UCLA. It would be a lot harder to see each other that way. Different time zone. And we’d have to fly to visit each other. But then the year after, you could come and join me—and you’d be in Hollywood. Best city in the world for videographers.” “Oh. Oh, wow.” “There might be other possibilities but that’s what I’ve got.” “When do you need to decide?” “Not until after graduation.” “All right. Let me think it over.” “Of course. But that’s for the future. Can we make some commitments for the next four weeks?” “Yes, please. What did you have in mind?” “Time, for one. Can we promise each other our Saturdays? No school work, just us time?” “Yeah, that sounds good. But can we extend it to include Friday night?” “Oh, definitely. After class on Friday to Sunday at dawn: nothing in the way. Just you and me, love.” “Sounds good.” “Dr. Vince says we should work out some routines. Maybe read to each other. Or movie-watching. And sex. He blushed a bit when he said it—I love him so much—but he recommended we make a special time for sex and stick to it.” “That sounds… um.” “Yeah, I didn’t like it either, until he pointed out that we don’t have to only have sex during that time. We can still be all spontaneous other times. But he really recommend that we have a set time for it so we don’t miss it and so there’s nothing in the way of it.” “Mmmkay. I think I can see it.” “Saturday again?” “For now, yeah.” “Anything else you think we need?” “Food. Can we just make Saturday be date night in general? Make dinner, then make love?” “Totally.” “I’m worried about how we’re gonna handle it when we’re long-distance…” “We’ll work it out. It’ll have to be kind of different, but we’ll make the same commitments about time and so on. You good?” “Yeah, that’s all for me now.” She squeezed his arm. “Oh my god. We did it.” “Hmm?” “We totally had a serious adult relationship talk and it all made sense and we’re gonna seriously do it.” “Heh. I guess we did. And we will.” She stopped him, reached up for him, kissed him. And again. “I think we’re gonna be okay, lover,” she whispered. “Yeah. If we can stick to this…” “And stick together…” “Yeah. Oh, this feels so darn good.” “Y’know what else will feel darn good?” “Fuckin’?” “Oh hell yes. Celebration sex for sure tonight. But actually I was thinking of something else…”
  3. Version 1.0.0

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    I've seen clips from this larger video before, but never the entire video. So here it is, in all its glory, a collection of Japanese women desperately waiting for the toilet. Some have accidents (shamefully!) and other pee on the floor, sink, etc. Whatever it takes. Enjoy, Rach

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  4. Welcome, one and all, to Faust's Latest interactive, the Fateful Occurrences Interactive! Now, as Faust mentioned in the general, In this interactive, you do not control the person.... But you control the environment around a person, which may lead to accidents, or incidents of an illicit nature. How does it work? Simple.... The Audience as a whole picks a target, who will be selected to focus on. While the character will no longer be directed by people's own decisions, one can imagine a few little ways to interact. For example, if one closes a bathroom door, or guides someone else into it, the character will have to find another place to go....Or even put off peeing entirely. Depending on the scenario, your influence will result in different endings for the character. Try to shoot for every one. [Endings fall under several categories. There are Normal, Wetting, Messing, Vulgar, Outdoor, and Secret endings for each target. One may discover more with time, but for now..... Time to pick a target! [Targets] (Targets are individuals that you can follow, with hopes of them having an accident. Different characters will have difference scenes, and different difficulties in coercing accidents, or other lewd scenes. Unlock endings for girls to unlock new targets) [Target Format: This is the format for any Targets that are to be included on the list. If one wishes to submit their own target, it must be filled out entirely. (Meaning one must be willing to have their targets cater to each urge.) Name: What is the name of your target? Wetting: How hard [On a scale of 1-5 hearts] is it to make this character Wet themselves? Messing: How hard [on a scale of 1-5 hearts] Is it to make this character Mess themselves? Lust: How hard [on a scale of 1-5 hearts] is it to make this character lose themselves to Lust? Bust Size: How big is this target's bust? Be as specific as you like Rump Size: How prominent is your targets bottom? Appearance: What does your character look like? An image is preferred... [The Less Hearts, the easier it is] Targets Name: Youmu Konpaku Wetting ❤️ Messing ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Modest Rump Size: Firm Appearance: Youmu Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Weiss Schnee Wetting: ❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Modest Rump Size: Perky Appearance: Weiss Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Yuno Gasai Wetting:❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Ample Rump Size: Plump Appearance: Yuno Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Ayano Wetting:????? Messing: ????? Lust: ????? Bust Size: Prominent Rump Size: Firm Appearance: Ayano Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Wynn Tatsumaki Wetting:❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Modest Rump Size: Modest Appearance: Wynn Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Juuni Neptunia Wetting:❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ Bust Size: Flat Rump Size: Prominent Appearance: Juuni Endings Unlocked: [None] And, lastly...To mark your progress, Faust is including Achievements again! Though, they might do something, if you obtain a lot of them..... [Good Luck]: ??? [Dripping]: ??? [So Close]: ??? [LEWD!]: ??? [Oof...]: ??? [And so it begins]: Pick your first target. So, without further ado, please pick your target! [Urges to be targeted will be decided during the story]
  5. Dimwitrolo

    female At the Bar

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Turns out she didn't need them after all. What she might need is a mop.
  6. Hiya! Just curious if there is anyone else out there like me! I am a bi/mostly straight female who is into omo, but only in females. I have tried to enjoy Male omo content but I just feel bad for them. It seems more humiliating and degrading somehow. Perhaps it strips them not only of their pride but also masculinity in my eyes... Anyways, anyone else feel the same?
  7. I have shared a few sightings I had over the Holiday period and I have some more to share but the thread where I was sharing them got taken over so I am starting a new one to update with other sightings I had plus some stories involving me and my husband and gf. I will post the ones from the other thread here first so they are all collated. Hope you guys enjoy ?
  8. View File Team Rocket wets himself Here is a video i made of me wetting myself. It's my first ever omo video so i hope you enjoy it. Submitter Team Rocket Submitted 03/11/2019 Category Peeing  
  9. Version 1.0.Blargh

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    I did say I would upload the other four games at some point so here they are. Only 3 and 4 are really worth playing in my opinion, but they're all here if you want them. I have no screenshots but apparently it requires some so have a squid. You can buy all these on dlsite, and I recommend supporting the guy, he makes cool stuff. Guide for 3: Courage Test.txt This one is a bit weirder: the actions you do before the listed ones are irrelevant, so long as you don't accidentally scare them a lesser amount and end the scene before you reach the point you want. These are also not the only routes, there are other possibilities. Guide for 4: Courage Test 4.txt

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  10. So in case you couldn't tell I really, REALLY enjoyed making a comic out of my all-time favorite story from the ToiletStool forums. And by that I mean there are dozens of others I've saved for their quality, and they deserve similar treatments I think. The only problem is these comics take time, I treat them as full productions so each one I gotta design the characters for, possibly some sets to flesh out the story, and all the coloring..I know you guys liked my last one but in order to take up so much of my time away from work for these I feel like this is my best option. Below are a collection of stories that I've set my eyes on for the next rounds. 5 wetting stories plus a 10-in-1 comic from one accident prone poster from around 5 years ago will definitely be made, and those are at the top marked with tentative prices. Since the site now has the option to sell content and I feel my content qualifies as merchandise, these full scale comics will follow the style of the first with a little more solidity to them. And since I don't intend any misrepresentation you can read the stories they're based on in full so you have a pretty good idea of what you're paying for. That said I've also marked some much shorter stories that will become comics about half the size of Silly Sarah, since the desperation buildup and/or aftermath isn't there. Those shall be free, as a lot of stuff here is free and these ones won't take as much. And then there's also a list of stories I'd like to do but they're lower priority, season 2 I guess. That's where you guys come in, tell me which ones you wanna see happen and how much you'd be willing to pay. This is all for you guys so I wanna provide the best service possible to turn this perverse hobby of mine into just some pocket change for me and a lot of wetting comics for you. One final note is although these are all either wetting or peeing stories, some of them contain messing content, so those have been marked for your discretion. Right now the only definite poop story is part of the Stephanie series, which is going to be a pretty huge scope comic even for me so I may split that one up minus the earlier scenes. The ones definitely happening: Aimee M_Hospital_Burst.docx $2 Amy_Peed_my_pants_in_Disney_World.docx $2 Brittany_twins_universal.docx (2 in 1, one fear wetting one laughing) $4 tabitha_held_it_too_long.docx $2 Stephanie.docx (10 stories in 1, contains 3 poop scenes at the moment) $10 These ones are shorter and will be free. Yogi will be the first one. yogi.docx Vanessa_movie_accident.docx Kaitlin_Another_story.docx Jane_Road_Trip.docx Ashley_car_poop.docx (warning needed?) Allison_doctor.docx And then these are bigger stories I wanna do but not before the first five, so give em a read and tell me what you think, or link to your own discoveries - it really is a mine there. Mostly shit but traces of gold ;) There are 2 graduation stories and 3 babysitting stories so that as well might need some voting on to narrow down. Ashley_O_Two_Accidents.docx (contains a poop accident) Carla_Darn_Dog.docx Graduation_wetting.docx Jennifer_Accident_in_College.docx Jessica_Rest_Stop_Accident.docx Maddy.docx (contains poop) Marissa.docx Mylissa_Graduation_Pee.docx Sonya_Sue_Babysitting_Braxton.docx the nanny.docx (contains poop) Danni_Disneyland_pee.docx
  11. Team Rocket

    Team Rocket wets himself

    Version 1.0.0

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    Here is a video i made of me wetting myself. It's my first ever omo video so i hope you enjoy it.

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  12. View File Miss Piss masterbates and wets herself Miss Piiss lets her titties out masterbates and wets her panties Submitter melikai Submitted 03/10/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Panties/Undies  
  13. If you go to a festival in a city like Ghent and you would pee in public and you get caught, this costs you 60€. Even if you would stop to do your bussiness on the side of the road, I have heard about people beeing fined because they were peeing in public. What I was thinking about... if you would be wetting yourself, would this be on the same law? Either by accident or on purpose, would you get a fine for having an accident/giving into your needs when in a public spot?
  14. Video by: https://twitter.com/kirin_045gaman twitter @kirin_045gaman below panty.mp4
  15. Hi everybody! Its me Kozmo! Its been a long time since I wrote the first part of lotto 5, because life has stuff in it I need to be doing. But today, I put aside a couple of hours and went for it. Some background info for newer users who don't know what a KozmoLotto is, the basic jist of it is that every now and again, I hold a thread that's basically a lottery. I roll a d100, and anyone who wants to participate rolls a d100 provides me with an omorashi scenario, with their caveats and the like. Whoever rolls closest to the number I have rolled when I deem the thread to be done, is the winner. I then put myself through their scenario, and write about it here in the experiences forum. These have been quite popular, not to toot my own horn, given that Lotto 4 is the current highest rated post in the sites history. So if you like the thought, and you like this post, participate in the next one because the more the better ❤️ I'll link all my previous experiences at the bottom for newcomers. Physical description time! I'm what one may call a "skinny-smol goth-looking chick." I'm not incredibly short but definitely not tall either. My weight is always in the like, 100 pound range give or take depending on the month I suppose. I might as well be flat as a board, but my butt looks good according to some, so that's an uplifting thought. I have quite a few tattoos, on my back, leg, arms, and chest. Not going to detail what they are in case someone recognizes me, obviously. My hair is currently teal (I practically change this seasonally) and after attempting to beat an outfit style request from the proprietor of this particular experience, I settled on a black and white horizontally striped t-shirt that I often allow to show off my midriff, a pair of denim short shorts, a black bra that was none too fancy, mainly for the aesthetic for under the shirt and the like, a pair of black panties that were slightly fancier and clung to me nice and tightlike, transparent in some areas but not over the important bits, which were covered in a design, a bit skimpy and frilly, and kneesocks. The kneesocks are just kind of mandatory, you know? Its pretty chilly today, which probably contributed to the trembling that would soon occur. Also, I have the standard piercings you'd expect from someone with this description. As for the experience itself, which was requested by @Imouto Bouquet, the following was requested: "Been a long while since I last inputted into one of these. Anyway, here's my idea: If you own any kind of game in which there's a very high chance of a 'Game Over', this will be perfect. (Looking at you, Dark Souls/Bloodborne). This will go really well if you've built up some need before starting it. Step 1: Start up a new game and build a character type you're not very familiar with (e.g: A Warrior Build if you're used to Magic Casters, and vice versa. You get the idea.) Step 2: Every time you save the game, take a drink from a pint glass. Step 3: Every time you Game Over/Have to reload, down a drink from the pint glass. Every time you Game Over to a boss, push on your bladder for 10-30 seconds based on how low you got the boss's HP (Longer time for the lower percentages of HP, as that's more of an infuriating defeat.) Step 4: If you ever get desperate while playing, you cannot stop to help alleviate your need until you reach a natural stopping point/checkpoint (Bonfires in Dark Souls, if I'm not mistaken). If you do have to surrender to this lifeline, you must take a drink from the Pint Glass when you feel yourself regain more control." Given my love for the souls series, I went with Bloodborne. Dark Souls would be too easy, as I've invested like half my life in that game, but I haven't nearly as much experience in Bloodborne. I decided to go with a bloodtinge build. The build choice ended up literally not mattering. I had this sick strategy for optimized levelling, equipment, the whole shebang. But to the surprise of NOBODY, I'm awful at video games when I'm absolutely bursting at the seams. I should note that another rule was added: Given imouto is in the site discord, I pinged them for any last second additions, which came in the form of if I died to a trash mob, instead of drinking, I had to completely relax for 5-15 seconds depending on the frequency of the deaths. This included falling off of things and dying. Given I ended up so jittery and barely able to hold the controller, this rule got some mileage. 5 seconds for mob or gravity death, 15 seconds if the next death of this type was within 15 minutes of the last. Spoiler alert: almost all of them were. I booted the PS4, layered a trash bag and a towel onto my chair for the future, and got to work. I should also note that the initial request noted I should start out already needing to pee, so I drank some over 500ml of water more than an hour before I started, also without having the classic "morning pee" as they call it. This, which I should have predicted, woke my kidneys up, thus ensuring that everything I'd drink from then on would go straight through me, and BOY did it ever. It started simply enough. You basically have a half-required death near the beginning of the game, given you need to go to the hunters dream to get a weapon, which is the hub you can't access until you either reach a lamp, or die. So I let the first enemy of the game kill me on the spot. I had to pee, but it wasn't dire yet, so the 5 seconds of relaxation wasn't bad, and more than worth. So I thought anyway. Got my equipment, and tried to basically speedrun my way through Yharnam. Naturally, due to being jittery and impatient due to my bladder, I fucked up and died. That 15 seconds of relaxation was very uncomfortable and had me shaking. I let out a frustrated whine and continued on. This would happen one more time, inching me closer towards the edge of desperate need before I actually reached the first boss. The first boss should be easy. Should be. When you're frustrated, needy, and shaky, not so much. To spare the details of the combat, I ended up dying three times (to the fucking Cleric Beast. As a Souls fan that brings me more shame than any wetting ever will.) And as the rules stated, I had to drink a pintglass for every single one of those deaths. Lacking one in my immediate vicinity, but a jar that has measurements on it, a google told me a good pint is a little more than 500 ml. So I went with 500ml. And chugged a litre and a half. This is where things got REALLY REALLY BAD for me, because across those three deaths, running back, drinking 500 ml each time, on top of everything I already had in my system and my kidneys already operating at a speedy capacity, by the third death I was in an absolutely desperate fever. I couldn't stop trembling and whining, swearing out loud every time something didn't go right. Not only did it feel like I was about to piss my shorts, I was also frustrated beyond belief, as I couldn't focus on the game and my bladder fully at the same time. Now you might have noticed, I left something out in that above paragraph. There was something very specific I forgot in the rule for bosses, I was too desperate to think straight and just chugged and rushed again hoping to get things done as speedily as possible. So I forgot to push on my bladder. In all three fights, nonetheless. When I remembered I nervously brought it up to Imouto. They said to make up for it, I'd have to, over the next 5 minutes, relax for a total of 45 seconds. So I could do it 5 seconds at a time, 10 secondsish per minute, as long as the total had been done by the end of the 5 minutes. And this all had to happen while I was still focusing on the gameplay. Things got pretty dire for me really fast, and pretty damp on top of it, no matter how much I whined and vibrated in utter debilitating need. The first couple of relaxations brought the first leaks. And by leaks I mean very steady, slow, streams. Completely relaxing for me is way worse than any kind of pressing on the bladder. Makes sense doesn't it? When you're holding a full bladder and then stop holding, you pee. I was doing them in 10 second increments, as suggested, and by second number 5 I always started trickling into my underwear, and if I so much as shifted my legs, it would increase a bit more. I could feel myself growing warm down there, and eventually had a very big wet spot reaching under my ass. Every bit that slipped out of me made me need to pee more. It was utterly agonizing, and I almost bit a hole through my lip from feeling how helpless such a minor thing like relaxing my bladder could make me. There was nothing I could do but leak, and leak, and leak... ...And then I died. Because keep in mind, while all this was happening, my fingernails were still digging into my controller, and I continued to play the game. I was not doing well, in real life or playing the game. So upon accidentally flinging myself off a ledge because I was far too desperate to actually LOOK where I was going, I had to immediately relax another 5 seconds, thus once more feeling the crotch of my shorts go warm with the agonizing pulses of everything wanting to be released. I respawned and continued. This completely screwed me up. How so you ask? That death and 5 second period of agony, made me forget about the rest of the agony. You know, what was about probably 20 remaining seconds of bladder relaxation that I had to do before the end of the 5 minute period. Naturally, as is almost poetic, I didn't remember this until there was about 20 seconds left in that 5 minute period. I don't want to overuse the word agony like I've been doing, but its just the single most appropriate word. This pain for an omo enthusiast is the 7th circle of hell, but at the same time the final step on the stairway to heaven. I dropped my controller on my desk and almost doubled over. My long fingernails dug into my thighs as I could feel my bladder waking up, like "hey, I heard I'm about to get more relief so let me explode okay?" By 5 seconds I could feel it dribbling. By 10 seconds my legs were contorting, if not my whole body, as small hiss after small hiss started breaching the fabric of my panties and hitting the denim barrier on the other side. I started to let out these small cries, not quite whines, more like when a child gets a cut and they're trying not to cry, these frantic "aaaahh" noises. My nails continued digging, and my legs continued rubbing together at the knees. I was shaking like an absolute leaf, my bladder relaxed but the rest of my body, knowing a grown woman shouldn't be having an accident, entered lock down around the area, leaving this burning intense pain in my lower abdomen while my pee fought its way out. By 15 seconds, it was like a submarine with a hull breach, the first mate sending signals to my brain that it can't hold on any longer. The steady pulse of urine soaking my crotch, pooling under me. The towel was now definitely taking damage, and I could feel my eyes go wide, a few tears pricking, begging it, whining at it, to just hold on, to not COMPLETELY explode. 20 seconds hit. I almost couldn't stop. Both hands were required, and it was another few seconds before I could stem the flow. If it were any other challenge, this probably could have counted as a loss, given my shorts and thighs were soaked. Imouto specified to me though, that the challenge was only over when I completely burst. My bladder had relief, but it was very tired, so it didn't really feel like I had gotten myself breathing room. If anything, it only made me need to pee more. Feeling my bottom half coated in sopping denim and streaks of pee really didn't help at all. And so, my quest continued. To what end, I do not know. My starting strategy had long since fallen apart, my build choice no longer mattered as I was going to get nowhere with it anyway. I wasn't going to make it much farther, I was already a leaky faucet, and if you've read my experiences you know that when I get leaky, its not going to be another hour before my bladder gives out on me entirely and I completely piss my pants. You know it, and I knew it. My goal had to become a lot more realistic, this speedrun wasn't happening, but I needed a goal to latch on to. When you're holding, you need to know what your endgame is in order to steel your resolve. For some, its making it to a bathroom, for others, its hold out until this meeting is over, etc. I needed an anchor to steel my bladder. I thought ahead and quickly found it. I steadied my resolve and I said it outloud to myself. "I'm not going to burst until I kill Father Gascoigne." I held onto that tether as I made my way through. I did my best to keep focus, the trash mobs were literally nothing to me. The big thing that was getting me so far was inattention; forgetting where ambush mobs were placed and getting fucked up by them, or falling off of things. The path to Gascoigne isn't really rife with that sort of thing, at least until I went down to kill the giant pig and fell down a hole. Given this was technically within 15 minutes of the last blunder, I went through the motions of the previous paragraph on this subject again, with even more pee gradually gushing out of me this time. I felt sorry for the puddle. I looked down at my legs, and it was very obvious on my thighs. You know how there's a difference between damp denim, and outright glistening denim? My thighs were glistening. I could see the very wet streak reaching from my crotch up the short seam. I gripped my controller and continued on. Upon making it to Gascoigne I was more confident than I should have been. Gascoigne is the first major boss of the game, and he is essentially the difficulty spike. He's geared to get you prepared for the game ahead, where you'll fight highly aggressive monsters, and even moreso he preps you for fighting other hunters, whether it be NPC, or other players invading you for PvP. When you beat him, that's when you're ready. As someone who always loved the PvP of Bloodborne, Gascoigne might be my favorite boss to fight. I aggressively duked it out with him, kited him around some tombstones and-- Then he killed me. I was mortified. Did I really come this far just to lose to him, and then lose control? I scowled in pure frustration and despair, shaking like a leaf. I was so desperate to pee I could barely hold the controller, my body was a sweaty mess of vibrating movement. I stuffed my hand between my legs, gripping for dear life, feeling the cold liquid shoot down my throat as I chugged the required 500ml. I had consumed so much water, over 2L at this point. I didn't know if the small bulge in my abdomen was my stomach or bladder bloated with water. Likely both. You'll recall that the boss death rule requires pushing on my bladder afterward. You'll also recall, if you've read my stories before, that I don't like just pushing on my bladder. For whatever reason, it doesn't actually do a whole lot to me. It increases discomfort, yes. It definitely makes me need to pee more. But I've never so much as spurted from pushing on my bladder with my hands, I don't think. But when its in a challenge its obviously meant to be way worse than it effects me, so I usually do what I did here. I stood up, went to the corner of my desk, moaning as I felt gravity sink my bladder lower, and leaned into it for a good 20 seconds as punishment for losing to Gascoigne. I fully expected this to be the end. The pressure on my bladder was immense, and I could have sprayed like a firehose all over my floor, right then and there. But, given this wasn't a matter of me relaxing my bladder like most challenge related events up to this point, I was able to clench my muscles for dear life. I leaked into my now drenched underwear at the 10th second, leading me to hunch over my desk even more. I was huffing and puffing and moaning and actually drooling onto my desk, knock kneed and just trying my absolute hardest not to wet my shorts more than I already had. A really big spurt forced its way out around the 15th, shooting down my thigh and pattering onto the floor. Hearing it really didn't do me any justice, it just caused me to make even more loud and incomprehensible noises. Second 20 rolls around and I get off the desk as fast as possible, not before immediately leaking onto the floor again. I grabbed my crotch to save myself as best as I could and gingerly sat back down onto my towel. Once more I fought my way to the boss area in what was becoming a routine run. The leaks had bought me a bit of relief, not a whole lot, but a bit more focus. I got back to Gascoigne and initiated Operation Kill-This-Fuck. I made sure to be more of an aggressor this time, utilizing stunlocks and the music box to force him into a corner and continue wailing on him. There was a couple close calls but I had plenty of heals on me. When he morphed into his monster form I made use of the classic 2nd phase strategy, where you cover him in oil and throw molotovs at him, taking big chunks of his health. Before long, the good Father was finished, and I went back to the Hunters Dream to level up, which had me chugging another 500 ml, as were the rules. This triggered some sort of response in my brain. I think it was due to me having this exact victory as a goal, because I immediately started heavily leaking, so quickly I barely had time to respond. I dropped my controller on the floor and stuffed my hands between my legs, leaning forward as I felt a gush of urine push its way into my shorts and seep into the now squishy towel underneath me. It was easily the biggest leak yet, the PSSSSHHHH might as well have echoed in the room. I had to wipe my hands off on my legs so I could pick the controller back up. This was the beginning of the end for me. I was almost constantly dribbling on and off, and I had beaten the goal I had set. My kidneys were constantly processing liquid, making sure my bladder kept topping off, but it was so tired. I didn't really have an option to hold back too much anymore. My bladder was exhausted, my brain was exhausted, my ass planted in my chair was soaked, I was beyond saving. I blindly trucked forward and walked into the next area, only to get killed by a mob I forgot was there. Twice in a row. 5 seconds of relaxation for the first, during which I surprisingly didn't leak, but the next death to the same mob (I fucked up a parry and he murdered me) bought me 15 seconds. Yet again, Psssshhh. I could only moan under my breath, sweating and drooling with need as I felt my crotch grow warm, and the towel warmer. I was done for. My next fuckup would be my last. Upon deciding I should just sprint past enemies, all the while beginning to dribble as my body began to finally give out, I frantically combed through the area, too desperate to think and even remember what I was supposed to be doing, only to not notice the monsterous dog chasing me, the dog whom ended my final life as I stopped to take in my bearings. Another 15 seconds of bladder relaxation? I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I couldn't do it and my bladder didn't even wait for me to try. I began to wet myself, feeling urine pool in my underwear, through it, into my shorts, and spread warmth all around me. There was nothing I could do. It didn't stop me from trying. I clenched as hard as I could, stood up, and threw my controller onto my bed. I hobbled next to my chair, a hand buried in my crotch, feeling my pee push through my shorts into my fingers. I kept muttering to myself, "I can't stop, I can't stop" as I tore the towel off my chair and threw it at the floor underneath me, in some sorry attempt to control the damage. I braced myself, one hand on my desk, one buried in my crotch. I shut my eyes and grunted with the effort of trying to stop. Psssh. No dice. I still couldn't stop it. I removed the hand at my desk and had it join the other one in trying to hold back the flood. I gasped in absolutely frantic disbelief, terror, and hopelessness, breathing heavily and verbally begging, saying to my empty room that I couldn't hold it, please stop. Please. The cries of helplessness continued.. Psssshhhh. I felt it begin to stream down my legs. I was doing my best to not completely pee myself, but there's only so much a single person can do, especially when its mind against body. The dread grew inside me, knowing that despite my hands being planted firmly, kneading even, into my crotch, I was still wetting myself, slowly but surely. I could feel the warm drops begin to patter on my kneesocks, warming my calves and signalling that the backs of my legs were no longer safe either. I made one last ditch attempt. I was sweating, knock kneed and trembling beyond all belief, nearly drooling with the combination of pure frantic desperation and ecstasy. I removed my hands, bent forward, arching my back a little, and planted my hands on the arm of the chair, leaning onto it for all the stability I could garner. My eyes were wide, my mouth agape and panting as I glanced down at myself, my entire being about to collapse underneath me. This was it. I tried to hold. I tried to hold it in so hard, every fibre in my being went into not completely peeing my shorts... But... I couldn't do it. I couldn't hold it anymore. My bladder completely gave out and I started peeing full force into my shorts, if not outright through them. The hiss was loud, but the liquid spilling onto the floor and towel was far louder, spattering and pooling every which way. The relief was so incredible it was almost orgasmic, if I hadn't been holding myself up using the chair I would have collapsed straight to my knees. Blazing trails of streaming urine rushed down my legs, rivers on their way to the ocean underneath me. I don't even need to describe how my clothes could literally no longer contain any of it, my entire lower half was oversaturated beyond capacity almost instantly. I struggled, cried, panted and moaned, quite loudly mind you given it was an incredibly intense moment for me on all fronts, but I was finished. I had lost. Maybe a minute later I had tapered off, being empty enough now that my body turned off the bladder autopilot and allowed me to have control once more. I notified the proper challenge authorities of the development, and squelched my way to the bathroom and stripped off, peeing whatever 10 or 5 percent I had left into the toilet. I sat in there for a bit just collecting myself from the exhaustion and chatting on my phone. Eventually I pulled myself back into my room, wiped up and tossed laundry accordingly, and plopped myself down at my computer. I probably didn't even put clothes back on for like another hour, I was far too exhausted. I had several more close calls, through the day and night, given that after we mathed everything out I had consumed 3 litres total. I am not a big girl. My kidneys were still on overdrive and I had so much water still in my system. I got desperate again every hour, and I peed again every hour, until that evening. (Don't worry I ate salty food, I know how water intoxication works and I avoid it very reliably) As I sat in my chair, feeling the fatigue eat me alive, I could only think about how this was DEFINITELY one for the books. I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did. Thank you for reading, and I love you all ❤️ If you're interested in my past work, the work that went into making this experience happen, and a vague announcement for the very near future, continue reading below ❤️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Firstly, a MASSIVE thank you to @Biku for making the art included in this experience. This entire ordeal, I was typing in the discord which he was present for, and we came to an agreement almost immediately after the ordeal happened. I can not exaggerate how good this picture is. I gave him all the details of the experience, showed him some reference pictures so he'd know the exact attire and who he was drawing, and he absolutely blew my mind. This is the single most accurate piece of art I've ever had done of me, and its quality is absolutely OUTSTANDING. If you wanted to see what a Kozmo experience looks like, in some way that's other than words, this is the absolute closest to the real thing you can POSSIBLY get. Every single little detail of the picture is 1000% accurate, from me to the clothes to the wetting itself. My mind is boggled, and this is my favorite omo picture of all time as a result. If you haven't checked out Biku's art already, get on that shit. Like right now, GO. You might be thinking that this agreement seems 1 sided. That's where the announcement I mentioned comes in. To avoid spoilers I'll just say this: Biku gave me some art for my experience, and in trade, I'm giving him some experience for his art. He'll have another project coming soon, and you're not going to want to miss it, because I personally am going to help said project be an accurate depiction of the scenario he wants to create right down to the wire, in the way Kozmo always does, if you catch my drift. So stay tuned for that, you're DEFINITELY not going to want to miss it. Again, if you haven't checked out his art, you definitely should, and continue to do so. If you're new around here, or just haven't cared until now and want to read the rest of my experiences I've put myself through, I shall link them below. Thanks for sticking around to read more ❤️ Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University Peed my pants while tech supporting a friend! And the lottos!
  16. Sapphire3619

    malefemale The Stark Internship

    This was another request, this one from @GrangerDanger, and it's set between Civil War and Homecoming (in my head, at least). Thanks for reading! *** The last bell finally sounded, and Peter sprang from his desk. It had been a particularly long and boring day, and he was excited to finally get out and…well, let’s just say engage in some after-school activities. It had been a few months since Peter Parker had been become more than just Peter Parker and just two weeks since he’d returned from a last-minute, wildly exciting trip to Berlin at the request of Tony Stark. Tony Stark. Peter unconsciously shook his head at the most ridiculous of the ridiculous things that had happened to him in the past year. Tony Stark had showed up at Aunt May’s apartment, spewing some bull about a grant. As soon as he’d gotten Peter alone (which, Peter thought distractedly, was even weirder – who else but Tony Stark could just show up and ask to see a teenager boy alone without so much as eliciting a raised eyebrow?), Tony had explained, in characteristically sardonic fashion, that Captain America was trying to help a mass murderer escape, and Tony needed Peter (who he knew was Spider-Man, because Tony Stark knows literally everything) to help catch Cap and the Winter Soldier. The battle had been outrageous, and Peter definitely felt like he’d contributed (after all, it had been his idea to use rope to trip up that guy who’d become a giant for a few minutes), but Cap and his friend got away, so Peter hadn’t technically done what he’d been asked, and he felt terrible for that. All he wanted was a chance to prove to Mr. Stark that he could be better. Every day since the airport fight, Peter had obsessively checked his phone, hoping for another summons, another mission from Mr. Stark. He’d spent his afternoons and evenings slinging around the city, helping people – mostly in little ways, no real big crime stoppage – quietly yearning for some actual excitement, something that would allow him to show Mr. Stark that he wasn’t just a kid. That he deserved to be an Avenger. “Earth to Parker!” Peter looked up. He was at his locker, putting away his last textbooks, and Ned was next to him, apparently in the middle of some story that Peter hadn’t been paying attention to at all. “Sorry, man. What were you saying?” Ned beamed, his good nature entirely unperturbed at Peter’s distraction. “I was asking if you were coming to Academic Decathlon practice today. You already skipped two this year, and Mr. Harrington isn’t too happy.” “Oh, yeah,” Peter cringed. He liked Academic Decathlon (and he definitely liked one particular teammate…), but he had totally forgotten about practice after school. He’d been so much more focused on… Peter’s eyes lit up as he pulled out his phone, not having given Ned an answer. There was a short, exhilarating message on the screen. Tony wants a meeting. I’ll be waiting outside after school – HH “Sorry, Ned!” Peter had to keep himself from sounding too excited. “I have the Stark Internship, and I can’t keep Mr. Stark waiting!” Peter was already dashing down the hallway, throwing his backpack over his shoulder, as Ned called out behind him. “I’ll just cover for you, then! Remember me when you’re rich!” Peter managed a half-wave behind him before bursting through the school doors. Sure enough, there was a conspicuous black sedan parked a few spaces back. Standing next to it was Mr. Stark’s perpetually annoyed-looking head of security, Happy Hogan. “Mr. Hogan,” Peter nodded at the man, trying to come off as mature. Happy opened the back door, not quite scowling, and Peter slid in. He told himself that Happy didn’t mean to shut the door on his backpack strap – he was just in a rush. “So what does Mr. Stark need me to do?” Peter asked as soon as Happy got into the driver’s seat. “Does he have a mission for me? Are aliens gonna attack again?” Happy was wearing dark sunglasses, but Peter didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were currently rolling. “Tony just told me he wanted me to pick you up,” the man sighed. Peter opened his mouth to ask more, but Happy was already rolling up the partition, clearly done with conversation. Only a little chastened – Peter knew that Happy didn’t like these chauffeuring trips – Peter sat back. He knew it would take at least 30 minutes to get to Stark Tower, and it looked like he was going to have to entertain himself. As the adrenaline of the school day and learning that Mr. Stark actually wanted to see him(!) faded, Peter had an uncomfortable realization: he really had to pee. He paused and wrinkled his forehead. He’d never really thought much about it, but yeah, he always went to the bathroom after school. Even after he got his powers, he’d go before changing into his improvised costume. Over the past two weeks, he’d just stopped at the school restrooms on his way out before ducking into some alley to change into the new suit Mr. Stark had made for him. Today, though, he’d run out without even thinking about it; he’d been so excited, and he hadn’t wanted to keep Happy waiting. Peter thought fast. He had to go pretty bad, but he was sure he could make it to Stark Tower, and Mr. Stark was always running behind or doing something important, anyway, so he was sure he’d have plenty of time to find a bathroom before Mr. Stark was actually ready to see him. Peter pulled out his phone and succeeded in partially distracting himself for the remainder of the drive. He never fully lost awareness of his overly full bladder, but he was able to flip through Snapchat with only a few intermittent squirms. By the time Happy pulled into the Stark Tower parking level, though, Peter had to press his thighs together before getting out of the car. He was grateful to finally be in proverbial sight of a bathroom. Without a word, Happy led him to the private elevator. Peter thought better of asking where they were going, and besides, standing slightly behind Happy let Peter shift side to side without being seen. As the elevator doors closed, Happy’s phone dinged. “Tony wants you in the lab,” Happy said tersely, pushing the button for the appropriate floor. “Right now?” Peter asked before he could stop himself, immediately cringing at how childish he sounded. Happy glanced mirthlessly over his shoulder. He didn’t bother to answer the stupid question. Peter inhaled deeply and stood up straight. He didn’t even know what Mr. Stark wanted yet – maybe it would be a two-minute meeting, and then Peter would be sent off to work on his own. Or just back into the car for Happy to drive home. In seconds, the elevator reached Mr. Stark’s lab, and the doors slid open. Happy held his arm across the threshold, and pointed vaguely to the left. Taking the hint, Peter walked around him and headed in the indicated direction. He heard the elevator doors slide shut behind him; clearly, Happy wasn’t staying. Peter couldn’t help but gaze around the lab. Of course he knew that Tony Stark would have nothing but the best tools and tech – higher than top-of-the-line – but it was still so cool to see. Peter knew tech better than almost anyone at his school, but even he couldn’t think fast enough to come up with names for all of the gadgets he was seeing. The room was gigantic, but Peter heard the sounds of tinkering a few yards in front of him. Focusing, he saw Mr. Stark staring at a huge, holographic screen, making rapid adjustments as some of his machines carried out his orders next to him. Peter squeezed his legs together again, determined not to squirm, before clearing his throat. “Uh…Mr. Stark?” Tony looked behind him, hands still flying in front of the screen. “Hey, Pete. Come and stand over here. I’m updating your suit, and I need to get your biorhythms right.” Wide-eyed, Peter walked over to Mr. Stark and stood inside a circle in the middle of some machines, trying to hold his bladder without making any obvious external movements. Tony glanced up, then did a double-take. “No, you’ll need to get out of your clothes to try on the suit,” he ordered. “You are wearing underwear, right?” Blushing, Peter nodded. Tony had developed material that basically shrink-wrapped around him at the push of a button, so he didn’t have to spend time shimmying into spandex. It looked like this new version of the suit had the same capability, so Peter quickly stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt, stuffing his clothes into his backpack and tossing it to the side. Tony held out the prototype, and Peter stepped into it, grateful to find that putting on the suit didn’t require any new knowledge, so he was able to do it right in one go. He pressed the button, and the suit snapped into place around him. Peter shuddered briefly; the sensation shocked his bladder, and he nearly leaked. Thankfully, Mr. Stark wasn’t looking, so he was able to cross his legs briefly, bringing himself back under control. He tried to stand up straight, still hoping that this would be over quickly. Almost as soon as the suit was on, Peter felt a poke on his arm. He clenched his pelvic muscles again as he looked over to see one of Mr. Stark’s robots taking some kind of reading from the suit. Peter felt himself starting to tremble. “M-Mr. Stark?” he asked, hoping Mr. Stark wouldn’t call out the stutter. “What is this for?” “Suit updates,” Tony replied, not taking his eyes off the screens, which now held several different angles and readouts of the Spider-suit. “The one you have now, I just whipped up in a few hours to get you ready for Germany. Now, I wanna make sure you have proper – can you stop moving?” Tony interrupted himself, enunciating the last two words. Peter felt his face get hot; he hadn’t even realized how much he’d been shifting. “Sorry,” he mumbled, feeling more than a little bit of despair. What Mr. Stark was describing didn’t exactly sound like a quick fix, but maybe… “So…what do you need from me?” Peter asked, grasping at a last shred of hope. “FRIDAY needs to create a digital replica of your physiology, so the suit can read your body and respond appropriately to your needs,” Tony explained. “Today, we’re getting a baseline – just standard heart rate, blood pressure, cortisol, EEG stuff, and then later, once I finish some of the programming, I’ll send you around the neighborhood for a spin so the algorithm can build in awareness of what your body does when you’re spider-ing.” Peter felt himself sweating, even though the material of the suit had super-advanced cooling material. Really, what Mr. Stark was describing sounded awesome, but he was a hairbreadth away from losing control, and the thought of wetting himself in front of Mr. Stark was overwhelming his brain and his body… “The program’s pretty intuitive,” Tony was saying, still fiddling with multiple images on the holographic screen, “but it has to get a bunch of data from you to make sure the responses are accurate, so just sit tight, and…” Tony actually turned around this time, exasperated. Peter forced himself to stand still, and felt a warm spurt soak into his boxers for his efforts. “Did you not hear me say the word ‘baseline’?” Tony quirked an eyebrow, and Peter quailed under his idol’s stare. “Just stand there for about ten minutes, so FRIDAY can get all the readings she needs.” Tony turned back to his screens, and Peter felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. There was no way he’d make it ten minutes, plus out of the suit, plus to wherever there was a bathroom in this monstrosity of a building. “I know you’ve got more energy than us old people, kid,” Tony went on, talking to himself as much as Peter, “but surely you have the skills to just chill out for a few…minutes…” Tony trailed off as he actually looked at the biological readings projected on the screen. The kid’s heart rate was well into triple digits, and his cortisol was spiking. Peter, for his part, was crumbling. He wanted to hang on, he had to hang on, but he was leaking almost continuously, and he was in pain, and he couldn’t focus on anything other than desperately, hopelessly trying to hold back the flood without actually grabbing himself. “Hey, kid?” Tony gazed intently at the screen, trying to make sense of Peter’s sky-high stress levels. “Is there anything-“ Tony didn’t need to finish his question, because he turned toward Peter and saw – and heard – the explanation for the kid’s anxiety. Half of Peter’s brain was screaming at him to run, to get out of Mr. Stark’s line of sight, but he was completely petrified, unable to move an inch. His bladder had just started to empty, like a water balloon had popped between his thighs. Heat gushed down his legs, splashing – oh god, it was actually splashing – onto the concrete floor. Tony opened his mouth to say something – his instinctive reaction to any given situation was to say something – but shut it again in an instant. Neurons firing overtime, he decided his only recourse was to avert his eyes. Peter felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. His chest hurt, and sounds were muffled (in space, no one can hear you scream), and he knew he was still pissing all over Mr. Stark’s floor, but he couldn’t feel anything other than blinding humiliation. His eyes filled with tears that he frantically blinked away, even though his face was obscured by the mask. His brain felt like a skipping record, or a car engine that wouldn’t turn over; he knew he had to move, had to apologize, had to do something, but he couldn’t actually think any coherent thoughts. After far too long, Tony heard the overly loud pattering sound fade away. He stood in silence for a few breaths, then spoke, not quite looking at the kid. “OK, just…just take the elevator up two floors, and there’ll be a bathroom down the hall to your right,” Tony instructed, trying to make it sound as if a teenage superhero peeing himself was nothing more than a minor glitch in his plans. Peter pressed his lips together to keep them from shaking, but pressed the button to release the suit. The rush of air made him shiver, rapidly cooling the drenched fabric of his boxers. Despite the highly advanced fabric of the suit, he still felt how soaked the material was all down the legs. “Just…leave the suit here, DUM-E or someone will take care of it,” Tony added, just as Peter was steeling himself to pull off the mask. With that final direction, Peter drew in a deep breath, grasped at the back of the mask, and slid out of the suit, catching it briefly on his foot before he was able to step out of it entirely. He let it crumple in a pathetic pile on the floor, just beyond the reach of his infantile puddle. Peter stood for a second, unsure if Mr. Stark was going to say anything else, but then reached down for his backpack and all but sprinted back toward the elevator, his vision blurry with tears. In the elevator, Peter didn’t even have time to catch his breath. He was done; there was no way Mr. Stark would ever let him join the Avengers now. How could he have been so stupid? The elevator door slid open, and Peter turned right, looking for the promised bathroom. He was just going to change, throw on his jeans, and then get out of here, maybe even – “Peter?” Peter froze. No, he couldn’t take anything else right now, he couldn’t – “Peter, is something wrong?” Pepper Potts, Mr. Stark’s unbelievably glamourous and savvy CEO and girlfriend, was walking up behind him, and there was really no marginally-decent explanation for him standing in his underwear on one of Mr. Stark’s private floors of the tower. “Peter? Honey?” The boy was frozen, so Pepper approached cautiously, not wanting to scare him. She could hear his shaky breath, and, as he was, in fact, in his underwear, she was already forming a hypothesis of what had happened. Sure enough, when she approached him, she saw the dark stain across the front of his boxers and the redness around the rims of his eyes. She felt terrible for the teen, but at the same time, she was intensely irritated with Tony. “It’s OK, honey,” she assured the still-quivering boy in front of her. “The bathroom’s that third door there. You can get cleaned up.” Peter nodded, messily wiping his nose on the back of his hand, but not moving toward the indicated room. “Were you with Tony?” Pepper asked gently. “It wasn’t his fault,” Peter insisted quickly. “I just…I didn’t…it wasn’t Mr. Stark’s fault.” Pepper knew better than to either believe Peter or to push him any further, so she just smiled softly and pointed down the hall. “There’s a chute in the bathroom. Put your wet things in there, and FRIDAY will wash and dry them for you.” “No, I-“ Pepper waved a hand, cutting off Peter’s protest. “It’ll take ten minutes. She’ll be done before you’re out of the shower.” Peter hung his head. All he wanted to do was get the hell out of Stark Tower, but he couldn’t argue with Miss Potts. “Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, then slunk off down the hallway. Pepper watched the boy close the bathroom door behind him, then turned on her stiletto-ed heel and stalked into the elevator. In seconds, she stormed into the lab. “Tony!” Tony winced at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. Correctly assuming that she’d run into the kid upstairs, he didn’t even bother with a quip; he just turned away from his screen to face the wrathful Pepper. “What were you thinking?” she demanded. Tony sighed. “He didn’t say anything! How was I supposed to know?” “Did you even ask?” Pepper glared pointedly. “Or did you just jump straight into giving orders, not even bothering to say hello or offer the kid a snack or something?” Tony’s shoulders slumped. He didn’t have to answer; Pepper was right, and he knew exactly what she was implying – who she was implying. He looked up at the woman he loved, the woman who was so much better at virtually everything involving people than he was. “What do I do?” Upstairs, Peter was taking deep breaths, inhaling the hot steam from the shower. He’d briefly considered ignoring Miss Potts’ orders and not putting his soaked underwear in the sci-fi-ish laundry chute, but then he figured that there was bound to be some sort of tracker, so she’d know and yell at him, so he reluctantly did it anyway. He wasn’t really one to take long showers, but the hot water felt good helped erased the horrible feeling of wet fabric sticking to his legs, and what else was he going to do until his boxers were clean, anyway? He hadn’t set a timer or anything, but just as he turned off the water and was reaching for a towel, he heard a ding. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he looked out to see a green light on the laundry chute. He opened it and found his clean, dry boxers neatly folded on a tray. He took a moment to marvel at the technology before his train of thought naturally led him back to the crushing shame of having an accident in front of Mr. Stark. Peter sighed shakily as he pulled on his clothes. He tried to think positively; he could still help the city (would Mr. Stark even let him keep the old suit?), he had technically gotten to meet the Avengers (oh god, would Mr. Stark tell the Avengers that he’d peed his pants?), and… Lost in thought, Peter pulled open the bathroom door, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He had just enough time to start wondering if he even knew his way out of the building when he heard probably the last sound on earth he wanted to hear right now. “Hey, Pete.” Peter stopped and looked up, trying not to raise his head dramatically slowly. Mr. Stark was standing at the end of the hallway, hands in his pockets. Peter opened his mouth, but just like Pepper before, Tony cut him off before he could make a sound. “Don’t apologize, kid. Don’t you dare apologize,” Tony ordered, though he didn’t sound mad at all. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” “But I-“ Tony shook his head, refusing to let Peter talk. “Pete, I’m the grown-up here. And I know that. I didn’t think about anything other than what I wanted to get done today, which means I didn’t think about you at all, and that was really crappy of me.” Peter bit the inside of his lip. Mr. Stark sounded almost sad, and he didn’t want him to be sad, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do if Mr. Stark didn’t want him to apologize. “I know better than that, kid,” Tony sighed. “I know better than that because that’s how I was raised. My old man never asked if I needed anything, never cared about what I wanted. He was all about getting the work done. And I told myself I’d be better than that.” Tony gazed at Peter and shrugged, unable to fully verbalize how awful he felt for what he’d inadvertently done to the kid. “You don’t apologize, Pete,” he reiterated. “I’m in the wrong, here, and I promise, I won’t let it happen again.” Peter tried to smile. He was pretty sure Mr. Stark was just being nice, that Miss Potts had yelled at him or something. Then again, Mr. Stark did look uncharacteristically vulnerable when talking about his dad… Tony was silent for a second, but it didn’t seem like the teen was ready – or able – to speak just yet. That was OK. “Go back down to the parking deck,” Tony instructed by way of ending the obscenely awkward encounter. “Happy’ll take you back to Aunt May’s, and I’ll text you when the new suit is ready, K?” “Okay,” Peter managed to squeak out. Tony nodded and turned away, figuring the kid wouldn’t move unless he felt like he was officially dismissed. Behind him, he heard Peter scramble into the elevator. Tony frowned to himself. Pepper had been right, as she always was – it was totally his fault that the kid didn’t even feel comfortable enough to ask the use the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if his little speech had done the trick, but he’d definitely try to be more attentive in the future. And in the meantime, he’d be sure to add a dryer and a heater into Peter’s new suit.
  17. Creator of this lovely video: https://twitter.com/0o_Rion_o0 twitter rion desp leak wet grey panties.mp4
  18. View File Open the Door, I Gotta Pee "Cheshire is at a party and she really needs to pee! She desperately knocks on the door, why is this taking so long? She rolls her eyes, and curses under her breath. She pee dances an tries to hold, but it's no use...she can't control her bladder any longer and she wets her leggings. She is truly desperate, and the pee stream is strong and obvious as her blue legging become soaked. She peels her wet leggings off, inspecting the damage. The pee spot is totally obvious on her grey panties...what a disaster! Cheshire curses under the breath more before knocking harder on the door and yelling "Open up!" I don't know what it about this woman I love soo much Submitter melikai Submitted 03/10/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Pajamas  
  19. melikai

    Open the Door, I Gotta Pee

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    "Cheshire is at a party and she really needs to pee! She desperately knocks on the door, why is this taking so long? She rolls her eyes, and curses under her breath. She pee dances an tries to hold, but it's no use...she can't control her bladder any longer and she wets her leggings. She is truly desperate, and the pee stream is strong and obvious as her blue legging become soaked. She peels her wet leggings off, inspecting the damage. The pee spot is totally obvious on her grey panties...what a disaster! Cheshire curses under the breath more before knocking harder on the door and yelling "Open up!" I don't know what it about this woman I love soo much

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    Miss Piiss lets her titties out masterbates and wets her panties

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  21. LeakyPanties

    Almost Made It 2

    From the album: My Old Art

  22. LeakyPanties

    Door Bell 2

    From the album: My Old Art

  23. Here4theFun

    Giving up control

    This happened about a year and a half ago. I met someone on reddit who offered to control my bladder, the story bellow is the second time I did this with him, let's call him H. H and I talked trough kik and we both agreed that on that day he would controll my bladder since I woke up and make me hold as much as posible. I woke up at 7:30, thet first thing I did was send H a text, he was awake, as I already informed him the day before, and proceded to deny me my morning pee. I had milk and cereal for breakfast and then left to go to uni a bit full. I had classes from 8:30 to 12:30 am that day, which was a great incentive to not wet myself. To make matters worse I wore normal panties and grey fitted jeans. M was working and couldn't be on all the time so just in case he instructed me to drink a whole watter bottle (330 ml) during each class. First class I complied and my need stayed manageable, then came recess and I had to refill. Second class was harder, I strugled with finishing my water and holding on as I was quite full. To make matters worse H had a bit of a slow day and kept taunting me on how I would wet myself in front of everyone or how my friends would notice my obvious need, or worse see what I was doing with my phone during class ( thankfully my friends barely know english but who knows). He also told me that during a half an hour recess I would have to drink half a bottle of water. So there I was in the ladys bathroom waiting for my friends who were allowed to pee freely with a bursting bladder, refilling my bottle and horny as hell. I did drink half a bottle, refilled and went to class, my last one. I was barely holding by and I had an hour to look forward to on the front row and a full watter bottle, 10 minutes in I knew I would not make it. H told me to hold on as I pleaded to be able to go to the bathroom, he said he had some quick bussines to attend to and made me wait another 10 minutes before coming back. My bladder was hard as a rock and I was receiving odd looks from my friends, I even had to hold my crotch while I waited! When H came back he offered me a deal, I wouldn't be allowed to go untill another 10 mins passed and only if I had drunk all my water, then we would talk on the bathroom. I accepted as quickly as I could. Drinking an entire water bottle while being filled to the brim was too much, I sipped while fidgetting as much as I could get away with which wasn't much. I felt as if everyone was watching and waiting to see if I would wet myself or finish that water bottle, whichever came first. I finished the watter and waited the two minutes I had left in pure agony. When I recieved the okay and the profesor being coincidentally concerned with another student made my daring escape quite easy. But the torture was not over. I got inside the stall (they are like tiny rooms, so total privacy) and texted H. I begged again to be allowed to pee, I told him how full I was and how I was so near wetting myself! He told me to sit on the toilet bare with my legs open, I would be allowed 5 seconds of peeing if I could wait 30 seconds. I remember sitting there holding my pussy and thinking how I wanted to just masturbate just then and there, I said as much toas him. H found it funny I guess and after the 30 secs he allowed me my 5 secs of pee, no wiping he said. I felt so betrayed when for the first two seconds only a small tricke got out! But so relieved at the same time... Closing the damn was harder than expected, with a titanic effort I stoped peeing and was left still with an enormous pressure on my bladder and the fact that if I just let go it would be all over and feel amazing. I pleaded H to let me pee a bit more, I woudn't make it home dry if he didn't let me pee a bit more! H said the point never was making it home dry but he understood and was willing to compromise. I was desperate and very very turned on, I would have agreed to almost anything that could bring my poor bladder some relief. H decided that if I wanted some relief I would have to do it with my panties on, he instructed to edge myself a bit and then pee 10 seconds. I did just as told, felt so naughty but so good. My panties were quite wet at the end from both activities and H told me that I would be allowed to dry them a bit if I just touched myself over them . Again I obeyed. I dried them enough not to wet my jeans and went back to class. That whole bathroom experience wasn't longer than 3 minutes and by the time I returned the profesor was still bussy and didn't care. I seated myself besides my friends and just told them I couldn't hold it anymore. They were very sympathetic and just laughed it off while I sat there still very very horny and with my wet panties for the 30 mins left of class and another 30 of public transport. H finally allowed me to go at home and only if I wore my panties while I peed making me stop every 10 seconds as punishment. It was great!
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    These boxer briefs are too small and I've been meaning to toss em for a while so I decided to send em out with a long hold and wetting. It felt fantastic! Sorry about the video quality but the sound quality is alright.

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  25. Here4theFun

    Running mishap

    From the album: Traditional art

    t seems Laura can't stop messing up! In the middle of her morning run she realised her bladder wouldn't hang on till she got home. All she could do now was run, find some bushes and hope no one saw her loose it. Little did she know she had still her grey shorts on. Maybe next time she won't avoid going to the toilet in the morning!