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  1. ((Another older fic, this one involves Midari and Yumeko from Kakegurui, and some good ol' Desperation and Wetting! 😈 It takes place after s1 of the anime, since I haven't gotten around to reading the manga to see how their relationship developed after their first match. Warning for minor dark content (a few mild references to Midari's gunplay kink and suicidal tendencies, but absolutely nothing in detail there, and nothing you wouldn't expect from the anime itself). This one is also NSFW (a masturbation scene and clothed grinding). )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been too long. Too long since she'd found any sort of thrill, or even remote satisfaction, at this school. No, in this life. Living had already seemed meaningless for the majority of her time on this earth, but ever since that fateful day, things had seemed even emptier than before. Giving makeovers, enforcing the rules of the council, scaring the hell out of certain students...she was just going through the motions, day in and day out, with nothing to change it. The only thing that got her heart pounding, besides the click of a cold metal barrel to her head, wasn't even a thing. It was a person. One glorious, beautiful, terrifying person. Yumeko. She'd been expressly forbidden from seeking her out during the weeks after their own encounter, told she wasn't to interact with their enemy until the President's secretive plans were complete. Humph. The President... She might have said fuck it and gone after Yumeko anyways, orders be damned, but...she'd needed time to prepare her own plans. That speech the girl had given her towards the end of their game, those cutting remarks about how they weren't actually the same at all, how pointless it was, how she wasn't actually providing a satisfying challenge...how it wasn't even a gamble, because she would have won either way... If she wanted to impress Yumeko, to prove that she was worth gambling with, that she was capable of giving her the kind of extraordinary rush that she felt whenever her life was on the line...She had to step it up. She had to come up with a real challenge, something crazy, something truly worthy of catching the devil's attention. Something that would give them both the pleasure and danger they craved... And so she'd plotted, ignoring the other council members during meetings, scrolling through her cell phone's photos and gushing over the object of her desires, trying to figure out what would make that creature tick, trying to decide what she could add to the game to really bring it over the edge... A few weeks later, she'd heard through the grapevine about the big showdown, the highest stakes gamble...that had ended in a tie. A tie...A game like that, painstakingly set up to prove once and for all who was going to win, Yumeko or the President...and it had all been pointless in the end. Hah! It was all without any meaning, just as she'd been saying all along! She'd laughed so hard that day that she'd fallen right out of her council seat. And now...with everything back to square one...with no new plots in play as the council pondered their next moves, as Yumeko continued to enjoy every day, gambling away with her schoolmates...she was free to step in. She could finally have her shot at the prize. And so she'd left her dorm room an hour before any classes started, nearly skipping through the hallways, her handbag loaded up with her prized gun, extra ammunition, and every type of card, chip, and set of dice she could think of. She knew by now exactly where Yumeko would be, in the common area and eating some sort of pastry, and the moment she spotted the table (thankfully empty, Ryota must not have met up with her yet) she grinned, her heart beating faster. "Yumeko!~ It's been a long time since we've seen each other...How's it been going since you dealt with the President?" She'd looked up from her plate with that innocent smile, seeming to brighten up at once. "Oh, Midari! It's nice seeing you here! We had a thrilling game! I'm really looking forward to seeing what she cooks up next time..." "Yeah, I heard it was intense, the whole council was talking about it. But enough about the past. Got any plans lined up for the day?" "Not yet, but I'm sure I'll find something! There are always games going on here!" "Well, if you don't have anything yet...I WANT A REMATCH!" She'd hoped to play it cool, but her eagerness was getting the best of her. Still, she'd ask fair and square this time. No kidnapping or arrests. "Just hear me out, I've got something that'll knock those stockings right off! Look, I've got all of the stuff ready, so just let me explain the rul-" "Alright, Midari...how would you feel about a different kind of game this time? It isn't played with cards or chips, but it's still a gamble.~" What? Not played with cards or chips? But she'd spent weeks planning this, setting up everything they needed, ironing out all of the rules, making sure it was going to be as dangerous as possible! Was all of her hard work just going to go to waste? And what would even be entertaining about a game without any of those things? "Why would I want to play a different game? We had so much fun last time!" she pleaded, leaning closer to the table and digging through her bag until her hands clasped cold metal. She whipped it out, holding her hand towards her. "Yumeko, please just take my gun and let's go set things up! One shot, I'll let you have a free shot at me! Please, just press the barrel against my head and-" "No guns, or I don't play with you at all." Yumeko stated quietly, smile disappearing as she let disdain fill her voice. Her hand reached out to gently take the gun, setting it down on the table before she turned back around. "I already told you that there isn't any true risk when those are involved, not when you're so eager to die. If you aren't willing to play by my rules, I can have plenty of fun with Ryota, and you can just go by yourself and-" No, she couldn't choose that spineless bastard over her! He didn't deserve her, he didn't appreciate her the way she did! He was just her pet, her pawn, not someone who understood the true appeal of gambling, the thrill of surprises! "Okay! Okay, I'll do it! Whatever it is I'll do it, just name the rules! I need you, Yumeko, please! You're all I've thought about since that day! All I can think about is the rush I got when we were together, that look in your eyes...Relieve me, relieve me of all of this pent up pressure!~" She was pleading now, getting down onto her knees, staring up at the woman who held all of the power, who was her only chance at getting some relief before she went mad with lust and boredom. Yumeko finally smiled again, and though her face held the same cheerful innocence she often wore, she could have sworn she saw those eyes flash for a moment, that briefest glimpse of the creature she so idolized stirring beneath the surface. "Actually, you're going to be feeling even more pressure before our game is over, Midari. You're going to be groveling at my feet, begging for relief.~" ~~~ And so Yumeko had told her the rules of her game. She was to go about her day today as normal, with a few exceptions: 1. She wasn't to use the restroom or otherwise relieve herself (be it intentionally or unintentionally) until after she was given explicit permission from Yumeko. If she broke this rule before classes let out for the day, Yumeko would cancel their fun entirely. 2. For an extra element of chance, after every class, they would meet up in the hallway and Yumeko would flip two coins. If they both landed on tails, nothing would happen. One head, and she would be forced to down half a bottle of water right there in the few minutes before her next class, or if two heads, it would be an entire bottle. Anything else she chose to drink throughout the day and how much was entirely her choice. And finally, what was probably going to be the most difficult part of the challenge: 3. She was forbidden from being anything but pleasant to Ryota if they happened to cross paths. She still wasn't sure how the hell having to piss was going to be anywhere close to the thrill she could seek from a gun, but this was the task Yumeko had given her, so she was determined to follow orders and see where it led. Yumeko had promised that after classes were over, they'd 'move somewhere more private for the real fun to begin', and, well...she hoped at least some of what her idol had in mind was close to what was now running rampant through her own imagination... ~~~ If there was one benefit to this game of Yumeko's that she hadn't expected, it was how much more sensitive her full bladder seemed to make everything else. The first three classes hadn't been bad at all (she'd downed the bottle and a half from the coin flips with ease), and while lunch had been uncomfortable, it had still been manageable (so much so, in fact, that she'd downed an entire can of tea with her food, just to liven the rest of the challenge up). But things had started hitting harder for her next class, and another half bottle had actually sent nerves running through her. Although, that only served to heighten her excitement. If she was actually starting to sweat, maybe this wasn't going to be so boring after all... After a while of shifting and squirming in her seat during the daily council meeting, she'd ditched the room for one of her usual 'bathroom breaks'. On her way out she'd heard a few of the members muttering to each other about her awkward body language. It was ironic, actually. The one time she actually did need to piss and had a valid excuse to bust out of there, and she wasn't even going to go. Stepping into the stall and seeing the toilet had her shoving a hand down her skirt for an entirely different reason than usual as she was forced to cross her legs, groaning quietly. She really hadn't expected all of that water to catch up with her so early on in the challenge, but she was quickly approaching the closest she'd ever come to actual desperation. She wasn't going to let out a drop though. She had to save everything for Yumeko! "Yumeko..." Just whispering her name sent chills through her, her body shuddering before she'd sat down on the toilet. She'd had to clench her lower muscles tightly as they threatened to contract again. Fuck, she had to piss. "Fuck..." Closing her eyes and leaning her head back, she'd tried to ignore the present urge in favor of taking care of other urges. It was slow going at first. Despite her desire, it was hard to relax and get into the mood when most of her energy was focused on the constant throbbing in her abdomen. Every light touch had her stiffening up or squirming on the cold porcelain as the urgency spiked, and she had to cross her legs more than once in order to maintain control. But once she'd finally started to get into the rhythm of things? Once the lighter touches started adding up, and when she'd started to regain the ability to focus on the feeling of sensations besides her bladder's urges? Those other delicious tingles, the teasing drips that ran along such a sensitive area, reminding her what else could be dripping if she would just let go... Holy shit. She hadn't done anything else different from her usual stroking routine, but every single nerve seemed to be on edge, every bit of stimuli amplified tenfold. It was rolling through her body in dizzying waves, at one point so intense that she'd nearly blacked out, the bathroom stall speckling at the edges of her vison as she gasped for air, barely able to make out her ragged voice over the ringing in her ears. Mother of fuck. The only thing that kept her conscious was the absolutely burning throbbing between her legs, her hand pressed hard against the slick, pulsing part of her that was now trying to force a jet of piss out of her with all its strength. She could feel her bladder contracting along with the aftershocks, could feel everything running up her urethra, teetering right on the edge of coming out as she gently rocked in place, shuddering, with her palm serving as the only thing stopping her from losing complete control. "You can do this...Y-You can do this..." she muttered repeatedly, biting down on her lip and moaning as she waited for her body to ride out the afterglow of pleasure. Slowly, her breathing began to steady, the sensation below beginning to dull as she lost her hypersensitivity, and after a few minutes she managed to pull her hand back to wipe it off with a wad of toilet paper, relying on her clenching muscles alone to hold back the flood. Sweat was dripping along her forehead as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes. That was...well, it wasn't exactly at the top of her list when it came to euphoric experiences (gunplay was always going to rest at the top, forever coveted until she could find someone to engage in it with her), but... "What a fuckin' rush..." Light tapping on tile caught her attention as the restroom door creaked open, and she could see black dress shoes with white socks below the stall's opening, slowly creeping into the room in front of her. They hadn't dared come close to her stall, lurking back towards the sinks, but she could see them shuffling from side to side, eventually crossing over each other and hopping around as a hesitant knocking sounded against the granite counter. "U-Um...Miss Midari? A-Are you...almost done? I-I know you don't like being, er, interrupted, b-but the other restrooms are closed for cleaning, a-and it's kind of an emergency..." The legs stepped back out of range from her limited vision as soon as the girl had finished squeaking out her question, and she just barely caught a frantically murmured "Pleasepleasedon'tshootmeohgoshpleasedon'tshoot!" She was sure that last bit had been more of a desperate prayer (how pointless), certainly not actually aimed at her. Any other time, she probably would have been pissed off enough to storm out and scare the living daylights out of whatever poor girl had bothered her during these special times, maybe even toy with the little thing for a bit if she wanted to get any pleasure to make up for the ruined session. But today...well, she was still in one of the most blissful afterglows of her life, so she supposed she could afford to be forgiving. And actually...perhaps this girl could do a little something for her after all... "It's fine, I don't give a shit. Just hop in and go before you piss yourself, I can see you wriggling like a toddler out there." The girl was hesitating, shuffing around in silence for a moment before she spoke up again, sneaking back into view as she paused in front of her stall. "Um...a-are you sure? I-It's really okay?" She guessed she couldn't fault her for being so cautious. It wasn't exactly above her morals to pull a trick once in a while, only to twist it around to get what she really wanted. "I'm serious, I really don't care. Just hurry up before I change my mind!" "Oh...o-okay...Thank you, M-Miss Midari! I really appreciate it!" Darting footsteps tapped to her left as the girl ran into a stall a couple of doors down from her own, slamming it shut and fumbling with the lock before she got situated, moaning and whimpering under her breath the whole time. That's it, just let go. You must be so damn desperate... The moment she heard the torrent hitting the bowl she doubled over, biting down on her knuckles to muffle a cry of her own as she heard the girl huffing in relief. Her urge had just barely settled back to an ache earlier, but now it was back in full force, throbbing harshly as she squirmed around, crossing her legs so tightly that her thighs soon burned with the strain. It was splattering so loudly, hissing and pouring, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent bathroom...her bladder spasmed again, and she just barely clenched her muscles back to prevent a leak, tears springing to her eyes as she fought to breathe quietly through her nose. It's torture...Fucking hell, it's absolute torture! Thank you, Yumeko, you devil. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! It was all she could do to focus on her pulsing bladder instead of the slowly-returning arousal below, keeping still and trying to breathe calmly instead of giving in to the sensation as the girl stepped out to wash her hands, the running water almost as agonizing. She really couldn't risk a second wave right now. No, as delicious as this suffering was, she needed to wait for a few hours, let her aching bladder settle while she distracted herself with mundane things. She needed to wait for Yumeko. Yes...that would be far more pleasurable than anything she could conceive of doing to herself right now... ~~~ Two wonderfully brutal hours later (and a final half bottle of water she'd barely been able to drink, one that the coin had only given her because her hands were shaking too badly to actually flip it), after final classes had let out for the day, she'd wasted no time tracking the little devil down, speed-walking through the hallways and trying not to stop too often. Once she finally found her she couldn't help rocking back and forth and bouncing in place where she stood, only partially out of eagerness. "Yumeko, I've followed-ah, all of your orders! Let's-ngh, start the game!" Yumeko hummed to herself, looking her over carefully before she smiled, clasping her hands together. "Wow, you really can't keep still, can you? Alright, let's go down to that room of yours! This is going to be so much fun!~" She was giggling, grasping her hand and pulling her along as she skipped down the hallways. It was such a strange, cheerful tone Yumeko was using, but she didn't mind it. It was the complete opposite of Yumeko's true aesthetic, that cold, calculating, crazy bitch that lurked under the surface, and it only served to make her even more excited about what was to come, sending her blood rushing with the dose of unease that came with wondering when that façade would be cast aside, wondering when Yumeko would rip into her once again... Would she treat her just as cruelly as she had the last time they'd played together, berate her and act like she wasn't worthy of being anywhere near her level? Just the thought sent a shiver through her, and she tensed up, pausing in her steps and squeezing her thighs together as the throbbing between her legs spiked. How many of those bottles have I downed now? Fuck, there was that tea too... "You're almost bursting, aren't you? Don't slow down now though!" Yumeko chided, pouting for a moment. "We're just about to have some fun, aren't we?" Of course, she couldn't stop now! The sooner they got there, the sooner she could see what Yumeko was really planning to do to her, the sooner they could be alone, together, just the two of them in a soundproof room... Bladder be damned, she tightened her grip on Yumeko's hand, taking the lead as she nearly bolted the rest of the way to their destination. They reached the door in a couple of minutes, and she hopped around, crossing her legs against increasingly-insistent aches as she yanked the key from her vest pocket. "Now, once we step inside, you need to stand still with your arms apart so I can frisk you, okay?~" Yumeko giggled. Damn it. She should have known Yumeko wouldn't have changed her mind about the no gun rule. Scowling, she unlocked the door and waited inside, standing as still as could be while Yumeko closed the door behind them. The girl was smiling as she made her way over, walking slowly to encircle her before she placed her hands on her shoulders, slowly feeling along the fabric of her sleeves. Those hands soon slid to move along her back, then crept forwards, reaching under and moving over her chest in firm, thorough strokes. The slight bit of attention already had her pulse spiking, and she bit back a moan, closing her eyes and trying to lean further into those fingers. "Uh-uh! This is a serious pat down!" Yumeko huffed, pulling her hands away for a minute before she stepped around, bringing them back to feel along her waist and down her legs in a way that made her want to melt. "You're desperate though, aren't you, Midari? Just these light strokes are enough to have you on the verge of begging, aren't they?" she whispered in her ear, a finger brushing her lip for a split second. Her single gun was swiftly yanked out of her hiding place and unloaded, tossed across the room with an empty clatter. "You disgust me." Without any warning, fingers ran down her stomach and towards her bladder in a single swift motion, pressing into her swollen skin one at a time. Two. Four. Six. Eight. All ten, massaging in small circles and feeling around every aching inch, forcing her breath to hitch and gasp as she struggled to stay perfectly still, and not send her hands lunging downwards. Stronger pulses kept striking in new spots as Yumeko continued to feel around like she was molding clay, and she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could against the sudden rush of burning pressure, tears beginning to prick at her eyes. "How about now, Midari? How close are you to losing control and begging me to help you with what you can't accomplish yourself? It's just like our last game, isn't it? Except, this time..." Oh fuck, it was Yumeko's real voice this time, that heartless tone that sent tingles through every inch of her, disdain practically dripping in every word. "This time I'm in charge of the rules. I'm the one getting the pleasure out of this. I'm not here to serve your suicidal whims, you're here to serve me." Her breathing was quickening the longer Yumeko went on, that familiar ache filling every fibre of her body as she squeezed her thighs together for another purpose, a moan escaping her lips. But even before that ripple of pleasure could run through her, a wave of pressure nearly overtook her, her abdomen quivering with an especially frantic spasm that had her legs trembling. "Yumeko, fuck, I-I think I'm gonna-" "What did I say about who was in charge, Midari? You aren't allowed to let a drop go until I say so. Follow the rules of the game. Hold it." She was outright panting now, straining every inch of her body into tightening up where she stood, still unsure if she was allowed to grab herself or cross her legs. The throbs were absolutely relentless now, each pulse reminding her of how damn full she was, how long she'd been holding it all in, how close she was to exploding. "You are going to wait for however long I want you to, no matter what I do to you. And then I'm going to savor watching you lose control...Is that clear?" She was in so much pain that she wanted to cry, her breathing unsteady, but she found herself grinning anyways, a sharp cackle bursting from her no matter how badly it shook her bladder. "You know, this is pretty damn close to what you fussed at me for. No matter what, my body's gonna give out eventually, so you'll still get what you want. Not much of a gamble, is it?" "But isn't this what you wanted? An excuse for me to berate you like the pathetic person you are? Time with just the two of us and no one to interfere? A game where all of my focus is on you?" If she wasn't so busy trying not to piss herself, she probably would have creamed her skirt right there. Was Yumeko actually just doing this for her? "Y-Yeah, but..." Yumeko had stepped forward again, pressing her larger chest right up against hers, those entrancing red eyes staring into her as a hand crept around her neck, squeezing tighter and pulling until their lips were locked. Yumeko pulled away before she could make any attempts to prolong the kiss, smirking. "It'll still be a guessing game of when you'll lose it, right? Every move you make will be a gamble to hold it in!" ~~~ Damn, she had to piss so badly she could barely think about anything else, could hardly focus on taking in the image of Yumeko lying, still clothed, underneath her, face flushed and eyes practically glowing with that delicious, terrifying gaze. She couldn't stop the strange lap dance she was giving, her crotch grinding into that soft stomach with no sense of rhythm, rocking this way and that and suddenly jerking to change direction mid-movement. She just had to find the right angle, the right sense of pressure to keep the flood at bay for just a few more seconds, please, just a moment where the burning pressure at the edge wasn't shrieking at her. "Fuck, Yumeko, please..." Her thighs kept clenching around the body beneath her for all that they were worth, tingling and shaking as she strained the muscles to squeeze harder still, but it did nothing but add extra pressure between her legs, sent beads of teasing sweat rolling along them. She was trying so hard not to breathe, not daring to inflate her core with air that could take up precious space, and the dizziness was amazing, sending her vision dancing and adding yet another rush of pleasure that threatened to overtake her. It was wet down there, wet and clenching, over and over against nothing, fuck she needed to- She had to gasp for air just before she blacked out, her breaths coming out ragged and desperate, quick and short alternating with longer heaves as she lowered her head to rest against Yumeko's, each inhale sending waves of agony through her bladder, sending more waves of pleasure through overstimulated organs that were still trying to recover from the euphoria she'd just ridden out. The pressure was still there, it was still there and it was such sublime torture, and she had to keep squirming even though her crotch was begging her to stay still to recover, each wave of friction hurting and causing her to flinch. A fresh burst of warmth joined the slimy moisture between her legs, and she cried out, burying her face into Yumeko's neck as she shoved her hands against her crotch. It hurt, oh, it hurt, and no matter how hard she strained and clenched it kept coming, pouring out between her fingers and pooling into the fabric of the dress shirt below her. "No! N-No, nonono!!! We can't stop the fun now, we can't!!!" She liked to think her willpower had been what had finally sealed off the leak, but in reality it was Yumeko's hand, slipping past her own to squeeze and press against her most intimate areas. "I'm only helping you for a moment while you collect yourself. This is still a gamble, right? The rest of the game will be on you." She tried to nod, but all she ended up doing was sinking her teeth into Yumeko's neck to muffle an agonized, overjoyed scream. Yumeko was touching her, she was touching her and fuck, that was what she dreamed about so often, a satisfying thought-turned-reality that almost made her body overload yet again. She couldn't help a quick buck against those fingers, but that only earned a swat on her ass that forced her to yelp, another quick spurt of urine escaping. "Now now, that isn't fair! This game isn't about getting whatever you want! No breaking the rules!" And then Yumeko withdrew her hand, leaving her to fend off the inevitable alone. "FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK!" She had to piss, she had to piss so badly she couldn't stand it, every breath, every tiny motion making the urge worse and worse, reminding her that no matter how much she begged and pleaded and moaned, it was going to come out soon, it was going to come out and the game would end and she couldn't stave it off forever. She was writhing around like her life depended on it, shoving her hands into her crotch and grinding against Yumeko, crying and gasping and unable to help the saliva dripping from her mouth, unable to help the slick that was still dripping and being produced in the same area where another liquid was barely being contained. "I don't want to go yet, I can't, please pleasepleaseplease don't let me, d-don't let me-" Another teasing spurt ran along her fingers and she sobbed, rocking her hips with a whimper. She'd been holding for so long now, it was almost hard to imagine actually letting go completely, and these leaks were only serving to sharpen the burning pain below, not relieve it. But damn, it felt amazing, the constant pressure and pain teasing her in ways normal ministrations could never hope to. I can't let our game end yet! "Y-Yumeko!" she gasped out, shifting to try and grasp her crotch more firmly. "The gun, g-get the gun!" She could see Yumeko raising up her head to glare at her, so she hurried to finish speaking before she could be interrupted. "I know it's empty, I'm-ah, n-not gonna fuckin' shoot it! J-Just hand it to me, please!" Yumeko looked skeptical, but she had the mercy (or maybe just curiosity) to fulfill her request, shifting her arms behind her and pushing to slide herself further back along the floor until she could reach the weapon. Once she grasped it, she held it out to her. She snatched it immediately with one hand, fumbling to shift it in her fingers until she had it with the handle up, the barrel facing towards herself. Perfect. Bracing herself, she raised herself up from Yumeko's wet stomach, wasting no time shoving the metal between her legs and pressing it as closely against her crotch as she could, squeezing her thighs shut around it. The shocking cold of the object forced her to leak a small spurt, but after her body heat began to warm it she regained control. "Mmm, that's creative...I suppose I won't count the gun against you for this..." Yumeko murmured, pulling on the collar of her vest until she adjusted, sitting on her knees, still on top of her stomach. "Let's see how much longer you can go..." With a devilish grin, she'd yanked her to lean down further, capturing her lower lip in a bite that drew blood. She couldn't help moaning, her remaining eye closing as she tried to focus her other senses on capturing this moment. The smell of Yumeko's perfume, so much sweeter and more gentle than the girl who wore it. Her pants and murmurs in her ears, the warm hands roaming through her hair and down her neck to stroke her collarbones, and soon slipping under her shirts to run along her stomach. "You're so pretty, Midari...It's a shame you're such a wreck." Oh fuck, her hands were just barely brushing along her abdomen, but it was still enough to send fresh waves of desperation shuddering through her, her hands tightening their grip on Yumeko's top as she squirmed. "No, nononono-" Her bladder spasmed again, sharp and agonizing, and no matter how hard she clenched, a hot stream drenched the gun, running down the barrel and wetting her legs. Breath hitching, she bucked, half-grinding against the metal object in a last-ditch attempt to increase the pressure, but it was no use. She was completely losing control now, her abdomen becoming strangely warm as her bladder began to empty of its own will. "Fuck...I-I can't..." She was clenching every muscle, but piss was still flooding out of her, loud hissing and her own ragged gasps filling the room as she collapsed against Yumeko, her face resting between her breasts. The girl's fingers laced themselves through her hair, gripping it tightly enough to hurt as she pulled her head up to make eye contact, while the other pulled the gun out from between her legs, dangling the dripping thing in front of her. "You've ruined your favourite toy, haven't you? You're so tired you can barely move, you're drenched with more than just piss, and I think even less of you now than I already did...how does that make you feel, Midari? Who's the winner of this little game?" She knew the answer was supposed to be 'Yumeko'. This whole thing was supposed to be payback for her own game, proving a point by doing something that primarily gave Yumeko pleasure while she suffered, just like how Yumeko had suffered through a boring gamble for her own twisted benefit. And it had definitely given Yumeko pleasure. The girl's eyes were nearly glowing, her chest heaving with her own breathless pants and her face blazing red, her legs quivering underneath where she was sitting. Damn, she hadn't even needed to rub one out, coming just from the show alone. But...lying here with sopping wet fabric underneath her, soaking her own clothes as relief began to make her head spin, having been pushed to her absolute limit, put through pure hell and agony with something that could be done over long stretches of time, instead of the split-second highs the click of her gun could offer...being brought to a pitiful condition like this...and with Yumeko getting so physical with her, paying attention to only her for a good hour or two... "Actually..." she huffed, a giddy smile working its way onto her face despite her exhaustion. "I think...this is more of a draw. We might have to go for another round to decide..." "So you still haven't learned your lesson..." Despite the cold gaze, she could tell that, this time, it was more for show than actual disappointment. "I guess I'll have to raise the stakes then..."
  2. Hermione lay in her bed and she desperately needed to pee but she was sleeping and in her mind she needed her to stop thinking of peeing because she would have an accident. But it failed her mind did go back to thinking of peeing, her dream was when she was in her first year she probably had the most humiliating thing happen to her and it was that she pees herself while getting sorted into Gryffindor by the sorting hat. She woke up and her bed was soaked she got out of the bed and used her spell to hide the fact that she wet the bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself. Her pjs pants was wet she had a large dot in the middle and it was her first time peeing in her pjs at Hogwarts, it wasn’t really but she would not count year 2’s bed wetting because of reasons. She used her spell again to get her stain to disappear from her pants and luckily she wore no panties under that. She used wingardium leviosa to bring her red panties and Gryffindor robes to her. She got out of the toilets to find Ginny awake with no pjs even on her luckily the other girls were sleeping because Hermione didn’t think the girls wanted to see Ginny completely naked. She whispered to her that she wet the bed and Ginny said so too and they went to find Harry and Ron they were awake with all the other Gryffindor boys and walked to the Great Hall. When arriving she and the others choose where to set and Hermione was next to Ginny. She drank a large orange juice and that already made her desperate for a wee but tried not to let go and she couldn’t just let it go under the table. Dumbledore spoke about the welcoming of year 3, new year 1’s and teachers. He talked about dementors or something like that because all Hermione was trying to do was to hold her pee in and watched all the new year 1’s getting sorted in their houses and she remembered her embarrassing accident she had then. Hagrid was a teacher now and she looked forward for that to happen. She had Divination first and then Hagrid so she hopped that she could hold it all the way and go after Divination. Professor Trelawney was talking about this cups that can see things, she never like Divination at all as Trelawney sounded boring and not enjoyable like other subjects. She put her hand up to signal Professor meaning for her lavatory needs. Professor saw Hermione and said “yes.” Hermione said “Professor can I please go to the toilet?” And Professor said “No, you may not go!” Hermione look so awestruck as it was the first female teacher to ever say no to a 14 year old girl who desperately needs to pee and within a few minutes she couldn’t hold it any longer. All the students must now work in pairs to do the work, Hermione is with Harry and Ron. Hermione keeps sticking her hand under the desk to grab her croch and then it exploded she started peeing herself her violent stream started as it kept going and then when it finished Hermione started crying. Harry and Ron did not like Professor Trelawney because of what had happened to their friend. Now it was time for Hagrid even know she was still recovering from before. To be continued...
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  5. Unbeknownst

    Mortal

    Author's Note: I had the itch to write again and so I decided try something a little different from my usual fare. A slight twist on my past style rather than a direct improvement. I included the bucket list of tags because the story will eventually contain some of all of them, though not necessarily all at the same time and definitely not in every chapter. As always please reply with any comments, suggestions, critiques, or even just to say "hi". Don't worry, you won't hurt my feelings. Enjoy. AS: Beginning at chapter I is highly recommended for plot and character reasons. Desperation begins in chapter II and wettings and peeing begin in chapter IV. Chapter I: The Gods Gather For the first time in centuries, the thirteen gods of the Pantheon gathered within the stone chamber known simply as The Round. Hidden away from the rest of the world within its own secret space only they could access. Around the perfect triskaidecagonal table they sat on throne like seats as soft as cushions, each manifested in their preferred mortal form. Not truly omniscient or omnipresent, most preferred to stay with their chosen people or country. Starting clockwise from the head of the table they were: Ori, the goddess of creation and nominal head of the Pantheon. She took the form of a human wearing a simple gown of pure white that left her shoulders bare. Her long blond hair fell in a gentle sheet down her back and obsidian jewelry brought out her dark eyes. She was the patron of the holy city Arabesque. Marshall, the god of war. He also appeared human, garbed in the traditional military uniform of Kylon. The sand colored uniform and metallic trimmings were extremely out of place. With his tall barrel chested figure and sharp expressions he cultivated a domineering presence. He was the patron of the Free State of Kylon. Skale, the god of judgement and justice. Unlike the others who took on forms of their own ideals, he looked the same way he did before ascending to godhood, a pudgy vampire with slick, perfectly combed hair a cape with a popped collar and pointed features. He was the patron of the vampiric races and the Nightland Estates. Marina, the goddess of magic and knowledge. A hemi-aima with the large fluffy ears and tail of a cat, she was the slimmest of all the gods with a curvy body that looked even skinnier next to Skale’s bulk. She wore a green robe open revealing a blouse and skirt both covered with button sized magic circles. She was the patron of hemi-aimas and the oasis city Sanctuary. Idyl, the goddess of youth and beauty. She was a modestly endowed angel with ice blue hair, pearly skin, and long silver wings that somehow managed to fold neatly behind her if she needed them to. Probably because magic. She liked to dress in flowing silks and spent most of her time in Arabesque. Marks, the god of the sea and traders. He looked aged with chiseled features and a thick iron colored beard and mustache. His royal blue colored leather uniform rivaled Marshall’s. He was the patron of the port city Thuhpoynt and the commercial hub Ovthis. Comfrey, the goddess of nature. She changed her apparent age frequently, but never her race or gender. She looked like a fairy with translucent moth wings the same chocolate brown as her hair which she braided elaborately in the shape of a flower with a single strand allowed to hang loose. Right now she was at her most frequent state, that of an adolescent. In her opinion the prime state where one is just old enough to be capable and still have the infinite possibilities of life ahead of them. She wore a thick traveling cloak and sturdy leather clothing. Parley, the god of philosophy and mercy. An elven scholar with emerald eyes like others of his race. He liked to travel widely but often returned to the forest glades of Old Haven to take care of the elven race and convene with Mainur. Mainur, the god of cunning. A drow with blue purple skin and pitch black hair. He controlled vast swathes of the Below, the network of underground passages, caves, and dwellings belonging to various races. He was the patron god all who lived in the Below and had a reputation for pulling grand elaborate schemes for his own amusement, often at the expense of others although he had a known soft spot for Parley with whom he often met with. Twilight, the goddess of death. A vampire who dressed in a pitch black dress that left her arms and legs exposed. It was hot as hell where the Kingdom of the Dead was situated necessarily close to the genesis flame. She originally died close to adulthood and kept the same appearance. Karma, the goddess of luck and inspiration. A human dressed in a bizarre mess of tattered jacket over a nice shirt and pants and roughed boots. She lounged back in her chair as she always did rhythmically flipping a coin in the air to see how many times in a row she could get tails. Of course she could guarantee it with divine power but that would ruin the point. She was patron of the city Opportunity. Arkhein, the goddess of custom. She was an elf clad not in the more traditional loose fitting garb of her kin, but a fitted golden vest, belted white shorts, a flowing cape, and stylized elbow length gloves and knee high boots. Her sea green hair contained a gold ornament depicting a hydra. She was the patron of the Empire. Jack, the god of craftsmen. He was more muscly that even Marshall though not quite so tall. His leather clothing had all sorts of pockets hidden everywhere containing a multitude of half finished projects. He was the patron of the Kaiser Industrial Zone and Ori’s right hand man. “Sorry, sorry.” Arkhein appeared and gracefully took her seat. “I had an issue to take care of.” “That’s quite alright, we haven’t been waiting long.” Ori smiled at her before looking pointedly at Skale. “You were the one who convened this gathering, correct?” “Indeed.” Skale nodded gravely. “I believe the time has come for an accounting.” An accounting was when all the gods of the pantheon discussed the other gods of realm and decide for each one if they had done something worth pantheon intervention. Most of these gods such as Ordan the god of time, Zenith the god of the sky, and Miros the god of sea contented themselves with maintaining the laws over which they had been given dominion and never interfered with the mortal world. But there times when even these gods had to be brought in line such as when Miros began flooding the eastern shores or whenever the rogue god Dester tried to destroy the world. Skale waved his hands, a glass of vibrantly pink liquid appeared in front of each of them. “...and I’ve recently been made aware of this drink I think we all should try.” PS: If my chapters seem short, its because I break a new chapter approximately every 1000 words or so.
  6. I must warn everyone, this story contains messing and this is my first time including it in a story, so I do hope I did a good job with it so far. I received this interesting request for a short story from @Rick Dixon and I had a lot of fun writing it. It wasn't meant to be as long as it turned out to be, but... I went wild with it and it sort of mutated lol. The finished story will end up being posted in 3 parts. I hope all of you like part 1. *** Only One Stall Left Part 1 Ariel headed down the hall to get to her creative writing class, which was her last one for the afternoon. With a quarter-full bottle of water in one hand and her purse in the other, this stunning college girl was ready to take this new semester by the horns. Her tight, purple sweater and black pants hugged her curves in all of the right places and a pair of black, leather boots added the final touch to her outfit. She passed a set of elevators, where she turned the heads of a few male students, just as they were waiting for the doors to slide open. She was thin, but not frail, and her gorgeous, brown hair hung halfway down her back, grabbing the attention of those college boys long enough, that they failed to notice when the elevator arrived. She quickly checked the time on her phone, to make sure she was doing alright. It was normal for her to show up a couple of minutes early to each class, but she was surprised to discover that she had arrived seven whole minutes ahead of schedule. Wow, I’m earlier than I thought, she said to herself as she put her phone back in her purse. Miss Watkins probably won’t get here for another five minutes, so I’ll probably just have to wait, I guess. She turned the corner, clicking the heels of her boots on the tile floor along the way, turning the corridor into an echo chamber. Up ahead, she saw the signs for the restrooms, directly across the hall from the sign for the classroom. There was a bench next to the door, up against the brick wall, where she knew she would likely have to sit and wait. She took a quick peek inside, through the narrow slit in the door that served as a window. Just as she had expected, only darkness greeted her from within. She grabbed the handle of the door and gave it a tug. Sure enough, it was locked. “Well, I guess I really do have to wait out here.” With an irritated sigh, she sat down on the bench and took out her phone again. She figured she would see what her friends were up to on Facebook, while she hung out in the hallway. After a few seconds, however, she noticed a mild urge to pee. She had been drinking water and coffee throughout the afternoon, so she knew it wouldn’t be too much longer, before she would have to visit a toilet. She glanced up at the bathroom straight ahead of her and took a moment to consider whether or not she should go inside. Hmm, maybe I should. The class is an hour long, so it would probably be a good idea. She put her phone away again and started to get up, but suddenly, two other college girls came out, looking quite irritated. One was a blonde girl wearing a light blue, low-cut blouse that showed off some cleavage, tight yoga pants, and some slip-on sneakers. The other was a redhead, who wore a green sweater, tight jeans that showed off her shapely rump, walking shoes, and a backpack. Once in the hallway, the redhead started ranting and raving, with her hands waving in the air, and her backpack jiggling. “I can’t believe that all three of those stalls are full! This is ridiculous! I don’t want to walk all the way back just to find another bathroom!” The blonde girl folded her arms and started to tap her foot. “Yeah! And whoever those people are, they need to hurry up!” Ariel sat back down. Well, so much for that. I guess I can hold it until those stalls are free. Hopefully it doesn’t take too long. As soon as she had that thought, however, she felt a little bit of pain in her gut, just before a little fart escaped. She suddenly blushed, fearing that the other girls heard it, while trying to remember what she might have eaten that could be causing the trouble. The redhead noticed Ariel and a faint smile lightened up her face a little. “Hey, are you in Watkins’ class too?” Ariel smiled back, still blushing. “Yeah. You said the stalls are all full?” The blonde girl nodded, with a look of disgust on her face. “That’s right! I hope they don’t plug those toilets up, or else we’ll have to go all the way back to the lobby, to find another one!” Ariel remembered seeing the other set of restrooms on her way in, but had chosen not to stop there at the time. She had purchased the bottle of water that was in her hand from the café next to the bookstore, near the lounging area. She figured that she would be okay for a while, even though she had pretty much chugged that water along the way. For the next couple of minutes, the three of them waited, and another burst of gas escaped past her defenses. She tried to remember what the problem was, when at last it dawned on her, what it could have been. Her friend Lola had purchased her two cups of coffee earlier, with some delicious, vanilla creamer in it, and she had finished drinking it, just before she bought the water. I hope she didn’t forget to put non-dairy creamer in that coffee… She knows I can’t have lactose! A few more of their classmates arrived, one by one, until a small crowd formed in the hallway. A few more college girls went into the bathroom as well, but then came right back out. One of them held a hand over her nose and mouth, letting out a loud groan as she returned to the corridor. Ariel winced, as she thought about the horrors that must have been taking place in there. It sounds nasty, so I’ll probably have to wait for a while… I just hope I don’t end up in that same kind of trouble! By the time five more minutes had passed, their teacher arrived, with just two minutes left to spare. She was a middle-aged woman, with light brown hair that had a touch of gray in it, and she wore a business casual outfit, with a skirt, blouse, and high heels. Ms. Watkins gave them all a friendly greeting as she stepped up to the door and unlocked it. “Good evening! How are all of you doing?” Aside from Ariel and the irritated girls that had come out of the bathroom, most of the students responded in kind. She pushed the door open and flipped on the light, revealing a small room with a soft, blue carpet, and a pair of semi-circular tables touching end to end, forming a small circle in the middle, between them. A projector up on the ceiling pointed toward a white projector screen on the far wall and there was also a small desk off to one side, with a computer for the teacher to use, sitting on top of it, next to a few stacks of paper. The students all pulled out a chair and took a seat wherever they felt like it. The girls that had gone in the bathroom earlier all grabbed seats near the door, so Ariel had to look for a seat further up. Thanks a lot, she wanted to say to them, in the most sarcastic tone possible. You guys just go ahead and go before me… I’ll wait for you… She took a seat all the way towards the front of the room and Ms. Watkins grabbed one of the stacks of paper next to the computer. “Alright, here is the syllabus. This will give you an outline of all of the writing techniques I intend to teach you, throughout the semester.” She handed the papers to Ariel, who grabbed a set of pages that were stapled together off of the top, and passed the rest of them down. Now that she was stuck inside of the classroom, she felt her urge to pee grow even stronger. Damn it, I hope this doesn’t get too bad! She thought. My bladder is filling up so quickly right now! Deep in her gut, she heard her stomach start making rumbling noises. On top of her growing need to pee, she had a bad feeling that another type of mess was on its way. Oh shit, this can’t be happening! Ms. Watkins took a moment to explain the syllabus a little before getting started. She explained the grading scale and a few other things, but then, it was time to get the show on the road. To start off with, she picked up another stack from the desk, which was quite a bit thicker than the first, and handed them out, starting with Ariel, just like before. Ariel took what she needed and passed the rest down. Right off the bat, she realized that this was a sample story that had been scanned out of a book. She squeezed her legs together when she spotted the title, Riding out the Flood. Under normal circumstances, she would have found it interesting, but with the pressure in her bladder increasing, it was torture. Why? She wanted to ask. Why did we have to read this story today, of all days? Grabbing a seat next to Ariel, Ms. Watkins left the reading of this sample story to the students, starting off with those willing enough to volunteer. Some took their sweet time and others read their pieces quickly. Eventually, Ariel and the two girls she had met out in the hall, were the only ones left, who had not participated. Ms. Watkins gave Ariel a friendly smile. “Alright, just to make sure I have your name right, its Ariel… isn’t it?” The girl nodded. “Yeah… that’s right.” “Why don’t you go next?” For a moment, Ariel just stared down at the page, suddenly feeling everyone’s eyes on her. At the point in the story where the other people had left off, the main character was alone in a canoe, after having just survived the flood of the century. The rushing river raged all around him, with the waves crashing, and the rain falling, completely soaking him from head to toe. Oh god, how am I supposed to read this? Ariel wondered, suddenly crossing her legs as she imagined the scene that was taking place. She took a deep breath and prepared to get started on the next paragraph, but suddenly felt a need to pass more gas. She tried to hold it in, because she feared the embarrassment that would come, if it escaped. She attempted to hide her desperation beneath the table, but her bladder was filling just as quickly as the river in the story had done, before flooding its banks and washing away the protagonist’s entire neighborhood. As the poor man fought to stay afloat and remain optimistic, Ariel tried to do the same. She bounced her legs up and down, squeezed her ass tight, and struggled against the deluge taking place deep in her belly. Her bladder felt like a balloon swelling inside of her, causing her to experience intense feelings of urgency, while her colon filled up with gas, creating extreme discomfort, which only exacerbated the situation. Ariel noticed out of the corner of her eye, the blonde girl was squirming and blushing a little. Her redheaded friend seemed uncomfortable as well, but appeared to be in a better state. Eventually, the blonde girl suddenly interrupted Ariel, mid-sentence. “Miss Watkins… I’m sorry to interrupt, but, may I go use the restroom?” The teacher raised an eyebrow at her. “Of course, Kylie, go ahead.” Kylie smiled. “Thank you!” Ariel put one hand against her crotch as she watched her flee back out into the hall. Maybe I should ask too, Ariel thought. Since she was able to go, then it should be okay if I go, right? Ms. Watkins looked back at her, but instead of continuing the story, she went ahead and asked, “May I go also?” The teacher gave her an amused smirk. “Sure, why not? You might as well take the whole class with you, at this point.” A few of the other students laughed and Ariel blushed a little, before getting up and heading out into the hall. Once outside of the classroom, she felt a strong urge to pee and crossed her legs. “Come on, what the hell!” she cried. “You can hold it, Ariel… Come on…” Another fart escaped and she felt her guts continue to rumble. A burning sensation soon filled her anus and she put one hand on her backside. “Come on… You can make it… Come on!” She pushed the door open with her shoulder and went inside, but stopped in her tracks when she saw that Kylie was at the end of a long line, leading up to only one accessible stall, in the middle of the three that were there. The other two on either side had puddles of water on the floor inside of them and large, “Out of Order” signs, taped to the doors. “You’ve got to be kidding!” Ariel cried, wondering where all of these people came from and why they had to be there, right at that moment. Kylie turned back towards the bathroom door and she scowled at it. “Screw this! I’m going to find a different bathroom! Are you coming, Ariel?” Ariel said nothing, so the other girl just left without her. She hoped that she would make it, but she wasn’t going to try looking for another bathroom. Her rapidly filling bladder and anus were not likely to make it all the way back to the lobby, but then again, she wasn’t so sure she could make it through the line, either. At last, the only working toilet flushed and the person occupying the stall stepped out. The sound sent her poor bladder into a spasm. No, no… no! She doubled over and pressed hard against her crotch with one hand, while keeping the other on her backside, determined not to lose it all on the spot. A small spurt of pee escaped into her panties and she clenched all of her muscles, to avoid creating a flood on the floor. The other girls in the line glanced back at her, with some giving her empathetic looks and the others giggling at her predicament. Ariel’s face blushed bright red. She had not expected to be laughed at in such a manner. Her optimism was slipping, just like her control over her bodily functions. I know how that guy in the boat felt, right now, she thought. This is going to be a… disaster! One by one, each of the girls in the line finally got their turn. Ariel’s body was trembling and she had to wipe the sweat off of her forehead with her sleeve, on multiple occasions. When the last person in front of her went in and she was at the door, she was nearly at the end of her rope. With her bladder throbbing and her ass burning, she thought that at any second, the battle would be over. She put both hands in between her legs when she heard the last girl sigh with relief, but then she briefly lost control on the other end. She felt a little spurt escape out the back, making a mess in her panties. Soon, she heard the sound of the other woman’s pee gushing into the toilet and she lost another spurt of pee, while grabbing at her backside again. She tensed up all of the muscles in her body, closed her eyes, and pressed against herself for dear life. Listening to the powerful stream flowing into the water in the toilet bowl was pure torture. Come on, it’s almost… my… turn! Behind her, the bathroom door burst open and she glanced back, to see who it was. She spotted her friend Lola coming in. She was a particularly odd, young woman, who always had her black hair tied into a pony tail, often wore bright shirts with splashes of color and fancy designs all over them, and very tight jeans or skirts. This particular day was no different. “Ariel!” Lola cried, sounding overly excited, which seemed to be the normal way that she greeted people. “I have to show you something!” “C-can’t it w-wait?!” Ariel cried. Her unusual friend ran up to her and wrapped both hands around her arm, just as the toilet flushed. Come on Lola, it’s finally my turn! Let go of me! “B-but, I r-really have to go!” Ariel protested. Lola tugged on her arm, trying to pull her along. “You can wait. This will only take a second!” Ariel glanced longingly at the door of the stall for a moment, before allowing herself to be pulled along. She was just seconds away from completely soiling herself, but was far too embarrassed to admit to Lola how truly desperate she was. The last person that had been in the line before her, stepped out and gave her an amused look, as she was yanked out of the bathroom.
  7. taiwanese1897

    Should I Tell My Best Friend?

    So I’m currently a sophomore in college. Throughout the last few weeks, I’ve been dealing with a small(ish) bedwetting issue. The last time I wet my bed consistently was halfway through junior year of high school. Now, like most people on this site, I enjoy a good wetting. WHEN I’M IN CONTROL. But the subconscious loss of control is kinda freaking me out a little, and with each day (and each incident), I feel really shitty when I wake up wet again. I am dorming, and I’m afraid I’m ruining the mattress. I’m terrified of my roommate finding out (we’re not THAT close yet), and I don’t know how to sneak in a water mattress. I actually don’t know how that works at all. Never used it cuz I always kept my bedwetting a secret from my mom (due to a mixture of embarrassment and not wanting to pile on to her pressure of being a single mom with 4 kids). So I guess I just want someone to confide in about this stuff. Should I tell my closest friend in the world? I’m a guy, and she’s a girl. She’s pretty much family to me. We live in different states now, so any confiding in her would be over the phone, be it call or text. I want to talk to her about stuff, but I’m afraid of how she’ll react. Also, if I did tell her, would it be awkward the next time I see her in person? Would it even come up? Or would it like, change her perception of me?
  8. Unknown13

    Daisy Diapered POV

    Due to the fact that so many of you have made such great contributions lately, I wanted to also. Since she is apparently done making videos, here are a few Daisy Diapered clips I purchased a few months ago. This are POV femdom clips, and will not be for everyone. For anyone who is interested, I have similar clips that I think are even better than these and I'd be down to share if you have something to offer:) By the way when I say "if you have something to offer" I don't mean videos of yourself or anything lol but I did purchase the other clips also and I'm not only unsure about the rules of posting the purchased clips, but since I did pay money for them and just contributed these purchased clips I'm not looking to hand out my private collection anytime soon. clips4sale.comwetagain,spanked.mov clips4sale.comfirstmommypov.mov
  9. The Shark

    The Big Retail Leak

    Jen sighed. She hated her job, especially at this time of the year. She sat in the employee break room of the nation chain Technoleak, an electronics store proud to gush all of its deals onto its customers. She sat in her standard uniform. A pair of tight white pants with a black belt, a blue button up shirt (tucked in of course), and a pair of black heels. Underneath she wore a sexy blue lace bra and thong set. Jen had worked at this electronic store for years and wished she could just get out and continue with her bachelor’s degree. Alas, there she sat, sipping on her second coke of her fifteen-minute break, ticking down the time till she had to go back on the sales floor. She was working on commission, so every sale she made got her closer to her goal of going back to college. Being the twenty-one-year-old, tall, sexy girl, she was, it wasn’t hard to make good sales. She walked over to the sink in the break room and washed her hands, freshened up her face, and pulled her brown hair back into a pony tail. As she finished freshening up, her phones alarm went off, signaling her break had ended. Just as she stopped the alarm she felt a different feeling other than the dread of going back on the sales floor. “Fuck. I forgot to pee” she thought. Jen had needed to pee since before her break after consuming a few water bottles during her shift. Jen closed her legs tight and started a brisk walk towards the bathroom. As Jen walked up to the bathroom she saw the door propped open and a wet floor sign in the doorway saying closed for cleaning. “Oh shit” Jen thought, squirming a little in place. She peaked her head into the bathroom and saw the janitor. “Hey… how much longer do you think you’ll be.” Jen murmured. She didn’t want to show her need, but damn did she need to go. Those cokes and water were really starting to fill her up. “Oh, just a little while longer” The old man said scuttling about. Jen sighed. She already was over her break time. She sulked away from the toilets and back to her department. She walked from buying group to buying group. The place was packed as it was the night before the super bowl. People ranging in old grandpas to sexy hot shot business executives were trying to buy the best TV out there. Jens sexy looks helped her upsell her customers, but she wasn’t having the easiest time focusing on sales as her bladder was filling rapidly. “Fuck… okay one more buying group then I can pee” Jen said to herself, walking up to a mother daughter group. “Welcome to Technoleak, is there anything I can help w-with today?” Jen said, a little shake in her voice. Her legs trembled as her bladder pulsed a bit stronger than before. “Why yes. What’s so good about this tv here” The older mother asked. “Well, this TV has a higher refresh rate than most.” Jen said, rattling off her normal specs for the TV. “Ah so… refresh rate… its refreshing? Relieving? Like a good pee ha-ha!” The older woman giggled. She obviously knew nothing about TVs, but the mention of pee really hit Jen again. She casually crossed her legs and pressed them hard together as she explained what refresh rates were. “No, the TV processes information faster and is able to show more fluid video than others. Let me show you.” With that, Jen took a remote and turned the TV they were looking at to the 120hz refresh rate demo. “Oh no…” Jen thought as it turned on. The demo was of a high-speed waterfall pouring into a canyon. It was slow and dynamic for a few seconds, then it ramped up and splashed away. Another image was of a football player spraying water onto his coach in slow motion. These images made Jens bladder burn with need. She doubled over slightly and bounced in place. “A-as you can s-see its very uh, nice fluid. Its a ve-very smooth pee- I mean picture.” She stammered. She was having a very hard time watching all of this. “Ohhh okay. Wonderful! Ya know what, ya sold me girly. Ill take one.” The woman beamed with happiness as she saw the TV she was soon to own. Jen breathed a sigh of relief as she walked her customers to her register. As she walked, she glanced to the toilets to see a woman going into it! She gasped in happiness and hurried through the transaction with her customer. “Thank you for shopping with us! Have a great day! The inventory team will bring the TV to your car” Jen said turning away, looking towards the restroom. “Hey, wait” The daughter said. Jen turned and looked at her with a pleading look of “Why are you doing this”. “Where’s the bathroom here? I’ve kind of needed to go for some time.” The girl asked. “Oh… its uh… Right over there” Jen pointed in the direction of the bathroom and the girl took off. “Fuck… Now I need to wait… can’t just directly follow her into the bathroom…” Jen thought to herself. She leaned against her register, cross legged, waiting for the girl to go into the bathroom. Finally, the girl did, and Jen proceeded to briskly walk to the bathroom herself, passing the other employees demoing the high refresh rate screens with the waterfall demo. Jen moaned slightly and help her belly. “God, I have to gooooo!” She moaned top herself. I chill ran down her spine. “What If I wet myself at work… Oh god that cannot happen! Id never get promoted ever!!! Fuck I need to piss like now!” She thought again before getting to the bathroom door. Jen approached the bathroom door. She was bouncing with need at this point and knew she didn’t have much time to get in there before her boss noticed she was off the sales floor. Jen went to open the door but noticed it wouldn’t budge. “What the…” she said and tried to open it again. It moved slightly but didn’t fully open. “Omg Becky I didn’t think Id see you here.” Jen heard a voice from inside the door. “Oh, hey Sharon! Nice to see you. Say, did you see that brown-haired sales girl out there. Whew did it look like she had to pee!” Jen banged on the door. “Hey open up!” she said. “Oh geez. Someone must be trying to get in. Well ya know they can wait. What’s new with you Becky.” The woman on the other end said in a snarky tone. “Oh my god!!!” Jen reeled. This cannot be happening to me she thought. Jen looked around and saw her boss coming onto the sales floor. “Shit… I have to go back… Ill just… have to hold on… fuck me….” Jen sulked away from the bathroom and back to the sales floor, still bursting to pee. Jen returned to the sales floor, jiggling around, her hands in her pockets trying to alleviate the pressure from her pants on her bladder. She had another hour till her next fifteen-minute break and she had to hold on. If she didn’t… god she didn’t even want to think what would happen to her. She moved from customer group to customer group, her voice wavering, her legs shaking. “God dammit I have to go” She thought checking another customer out with a new TV. It was beginning to get late and the store was getting busier. Granted, more employees were coming to help. This wasn’t helping her bladder as many of the new guys were playing the waterfall demo. Jen had to endure the splashing and jetting of water as she jiggled up and down trying to hold in her fluids. She glanced at her watch and realized she was about to get her break! “Fuck fuck fuck!” She said under her breath, crossing her legs as she completed her transaction with her client. “T-There you go” She said handing the older gentleman his receipt. His eyes wavered to her big tits as they jiggled with her desperation. Jen quickly turned and rushed to the bathrooms. Upon arriving she was more that desperate. The thought crept up on her that she might not make it. A counter thought also arose. “I’m a big girl… I… I can hold it.” She thought and opened the bathroom door. She gasped, seeing 3 lines for the 3 stalls in the women’s room. “Oh god…” She moaned, and she got into the shortest line. Jen stood, agonizingly trying to hold her piss in. She bounced in place. She doubled over. Anything to help relieve a bit of pressure. She kept glancing at her watch. Time was flowing by rapidly fast. Her break would be over soon if this line didn’t move faster. She glanced up. Only two more women in front of her. Her legs were crossed, her hands were in her pockets, she was jiggling up and down desperately. “God, I have to fucking go!!!” She hissed under her breath. Just as she said this her watch went off. “Oh no... Oh god…” She hissed. “Please let me go first! I need to pee!! Really fucking badly p-please!!!” She cried to the women in front. “You think we don’t? We’ve been holding it way longer girl. Try again later” they hissed back. No options. She had to go back out. She sobbed a little as she walked out. Jen tried to hard to act natural, but her bladder was at the tipping point. She had to piss so damn badly it almost hurt. She saw her boss near her work area and knew she had to look busy. She walked over to her desk and did something she deemed so childish but needed to be done. As she filled out a TV malfunction report (which was completely false) she slipped a hand between her legs as she crossed them. She felt a little bit of relief from having the extra pressure there, and it gave her reassurance she could hold on. But she couldn’t grab her crotch in front of customers. “Dammit… How am I gunna hold this” she said as a pair of customers walked up. “Excuse me, can you show us the 4k televisions?” Jen was frantic. After showing the couple a few TVs she got passed off to another group, then another group. She was doing a great job in sales but the constant sound of gushing water from the sound bars and the views of waterfalls was destroying her hopes of holding it all in. She was at her absolute breaking point now. She finished up her last sale and glanced at the bathrooms again. “Fuck It. I CANNOT piss myself. I need to go now or Ill have an accident.” She hissed crossing her legs yet again. As the receipt printed Jen froze. She felt a very small squirt fall from her pussy into her lace thong. She glanced down at her crotch and didn’t see anything showing just yet. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK” is all she was thinking. She handed the customer their receipt and ran to the bathroom. Fuck her boss. She had to pee NOW. Jen rushed the female bathroom door and collided with it. She gasped as she leaked again into her panties. She grabbed herself with both hands and jiggled in place. The door was locked. “Wha! How! Fuck I can’t!” She said sobbing a little. She could feel the dampness between her legs. Just then she saw the janitor walking up. “Oh, thank god. I really need to get in there! You’re just in ti- “she gasped as she saw him placing an out of order sign on the men’s and women’s room door. “Sorry sweetie. Water main break. Whole city is havin some sort of issue right now.” The janitor said shrugging. “I… I…” Jen said quivering. “Relax. There’s always a bucket in the hallway” the janitor laughed, kicking the bucket next to the bathrooms with his foot and walking away. “Oh fuck… Do…. Do I just… No. I can’t. Ill just go home. I can’t do this!” Jen mumbled to herself and briskly walked towards the exit. Just as Jen was passing her department her boss stopped her. “Hey you okay? Where do you think you’re going? You have an hour left in your shift” He said sternly. He was a big man and Jen was slightly terrified of him. “I uh. (Fuck) I umm was going to go help in uh. Car electronics! Yeah!” She stammered. She was going to burst soon, and she felt it. But she couldn’t just leave in front of her boss. She sulked away to the car electronics area, another small leak slithering into her panties. She looked down in horror and saw a small wet spot forming on her crotch. It was the size of a half dollar. The worst part? Her pants were becoming slightly see through, showing her blue thong! “Oh no… So… if I wet myself… Everyone will see… Oh god I can’t let that happen.” She hissed to herself. She briskly walked over to the car radios / electronics section. “Okay. Just walk here out of sight… Then dash to the bathrooms to piss in the bucket. Fuck. I gotta pee. Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee” Jen said to herself, a hand hovering near her crotch. “Fuck someone’s here. Okay just try and pass them” she murmured. There was two black men standing at the radio area. When they saw the sexy, struggling girl, with her legs tight and her hand gripping her crotch occasionally, they knew they wanted to hold her up for a bit. “Ey yo shawty. Can you help us? We got some questions” They asked the desperate saleswoman. Jen paused. “Fuck… Alright just… help them and then pee.” She thought to herself, gaining some composure and walking over to them. “What about this one?” The one man said pointing to another radio. “W-Well that one uh.” She tried to rattle off specs, but her desperation was getting to much. She felt another leak travel to her thong. “F-fuck I…” She stuttered. “Girl you okay?” Then men ask, getting harder by the second watching this obviously desperate girl struggle. “I-I’m fine…” She sighed. “Oh shit, these play music? Hold up” The one man pressed a button on the radio and turned on some fine Spanish salsa. “Oh, shit this my jam!!!” The one man quickly grabbed Jen making her gasp and leak a little more in her thong. She spun her around, dancing quickly with her, tossing her left and right. Jess was stumbling. Her bladder was throbbing. Another leak escaped her, but she refused to give up. She had a big wet patch that could almost be seen from the front now. The man finally finished his little dance and dipped her down. “Tada!” He said. She let out a massive spurt on the last dip and a stream of piss shot down her leg. “Oh, shit girl you pissin? Fuck we’ll buy the radio for your troubles.” The men said together. “T-Thank y-ou,” Jen stammered. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She pushed her way to the register with their radio in hand. She tried too hard to get through the transaction, but they kept asking stupid questions. “Does this come with a warranty?” The one man asked. “Y- Y- Yes” She said. Another squirt fell from her pussy, trailing down her leg. Some of the other employees noticed her turmoil and took at their phones. They knew what could happen. And the sexiest worker in the store? They had to get it on video. “Do yall have credit cards?” One of the men asked. “N-No… I…” Another squirt. Jen was losing it completely. She shoved a hand to her crotch as she jiggled furiously in place. She was sweating profusely. She couldn’t hold it any longer. Maybe she could make it to the bucket still? “I thought yall did. Huh aight, lets just buy this and go.” One of the men said, swiping his master card. His receipt printer and Jen handed it to him and turned towards the restrooms, starting to hobble back. She noticed all the employees around her with their cell phones out. “Oh no…” She thought. “Hey! Quick question miss” One of the men hollered to her. “Y-yes?” Jen sputtered, a big leak jetting into her pants. Her wet spot was huge now. She was about to burst. “Wheres yalls restroom. I kinda gotta pee ya know? Like a waterfall!” The man said laughing. This was it for Jen. She gasped and grabbed herself forcefully with two hands as piss rocketed from her pussy. She started to sob as she burst. Pee gushed all over her as she squirmed in place trying desperately to stop it. “NononoNONONONO!!!! STOP! FUCK! SHIT! I CAN’T! FUCK!” She screamed as pee splashed all over her sexy legs as she jiggled in place. She started to full on cry as she kept pushing on her pee hole to stop the flood. “No… no…. fuck no…” she cried… She glanced around as she saw everyone’s phones out, laughing at her. “D-Delete that… no….” She shouted. Everyone could see her lace thong through her pants. It was undeniable that she had completely wet herself. Jen sulked out of the store, her heels filled with pee as she shuffled to her car. Jen thankfully was off for a few days right after her fateful accident. However, upon returning, she gasped as she saw pictures of her pissing herself on the employee hub website and videos up on the company social media page. She had tried to stay away from social media since the accident, but she couldn’t avoid it any longer. Everyone knew her as the girl who couldn’t hold it at Technoleak… As she walked to her department her fellow employees smirked, one even handing her a bottle of water and laughing. God, she was humiliated… Would she ever get over this? The worst part was, as she walked to clock in, she felt a need to pee already.
  10. View File Bondage White Panty Peeing and Humiliation A woman in bondage gear wets her panties sitting on a cold cement floor. This is followed by some humiliation, where her panties are cut off. ***Nudity **** Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/08/2017 Category Female videos Clothing  
  11. I really love when a girl holds it as long as she can in desperation. Almost like she's doing anything to stop from wetting but does wet and is humiliated. If so can you provide a link? You ever read Gillian's stories from that other site? Situations like that I mean but video
  12. Ashen Scout

    [Male] A Damp Day

    View File A Damp Day So, I have a legitimately weak bladder. I had intended to do a public wetting and then go pick up some things I needed to get, but during my preparation I lost control of my bladder while I was driving. I was finishing the last of my spurts when I parked and turned the camera on. Not to be deterred, and still in need of some supplies, I went into the store to change, only to discover my last diaper had been sabotaged! After cleaning up and getting what I needed, I went to a different store. I was bursting to pee already even though it had barely been 30 minutes since my first wetting. When you see me start to speed up I was already wetting myself, and continued to slowly wet until I was actually in the bathroom. I tried desperately to regain composure but you can tell when I just gave up and accepted my fate. After assessing the damage my hoodie came to the rescue again! I was terrified and darting between aisles because I didn't want to be seen. When the camera is focused on those Halloween cards that I'm feigning interest in because a large group of people were walking by. I'm still learning how to record these, and I'm still trying to conquer the crippling anxiety that naturally comes when you wet yourself in public. The camera work is horrible but I was trying to be discreet and make it look like I was texting the whole time. For anyone concerned, I cleaned up in the bathroom, and one of the reasons I like using the depends like that is that it absorbs a lot of pee before giving that nice pattern, and usually prevents most pee from getting on the floor. I learned a lot filming this, and hope to improve both my filming and editing in the future. Please, any advice, criticism, or if you just want to see something different, feel free to comment or PM me. Enjoy! Submitter Ashen Scout Submitted 10/27/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing Other  
  13. Posted this as a reply to Quackduck, but i'll add a new topic for anyone else that wants it Imocho Live Action Pee Scene.mp4
  14. Manowar

    Pure madness

    CHAPTER ONE - Alice, repeat what I said? - the voice of the teacher wrenched from her thoughts a seventeen-year-old dark-haired and a hazel-eyed student. Alice looked at the desk standing under the blackboard. However, her eyes were still "unconscious" and she was shifting in her chair. The teacher looked disapprovingly at one of her best students. Only because Alice had only the best grades, she did not let her come to the board. Meanwhile, Alice fought a weakness she had never felt in her life before. Alice Dabrowsky, because that is what our heroine is called, she had one quirk. She hated school toilets. She just could not pee in the school. She went to the bathroom during "difficult days" and only when she had no other choice. She always left her physiological needs home. That day, however, she apparently exaggerated with drinks. During the long break she drank almost a liter of still water and now, during the last lesson, she felt as if all the fluid was going to come out of it. If it were not that she never went to the ladies to pee, she might ask the teacher for permission to leave, and now ... she had to wait for the bell, thankfully - the last one that day. It was an extraordinary circumstance because the class had two more Polish lessons in the plan, but the teacher had an accident the previous day and broke his leg. Before the replacements were organized, the management had to cancel all lessons with this professor. "Phew, how happy. If I had to sit two more Poles, I would probably peed myself" thought Alice. And it was these thoughts that caused her to drift away and expose herself to a geography teacher. Fortunately, she did not have to get up ... Meanwhile, the lesson slowly - too slowly, she thought - was heading to the end. The girl had no intention of wasting time. As soon as the bell sounded, she intended to grab her things and leave the school. She had plans for the afternoon, and an additional hour and a half helped greatly in their implementation. All you had to do was go home, leave things and ... leave. The Greeks said that to go a mile, first you have to go half a mile, and to do it, first you have to beat a quarter and so on. Alice has not listened to the lecture for a while yet only counted the minutes to the bell. And the longer she counted, the slower the time flowed, and her bladder filled more and more. By the end of the lesson, it was still about 15 minutes, when Lena suddenly rose from the next bench - one of Alicia's closest friends. She approached the teacher and she nodded. Lena left the classroom. "She went to pee," thought Alice, and squeezed her thighs. This has not been yet! She has to clench her legs so that we do not pee. She is not a little girl. Never since she remembered had she had wet pants. She remembered how many times in kindergarten and primary school she had seen, or heard someone pee in panties. Probably none of her friends could say the same thing to Alice. Until today... Lena returned after 2 minutes. By the end of the lesson she was getting closer and closer, and Al felt that she would not last long. The bell is a few minutes, ok - that's all it can do, but then it will be half an hour to come home ... Even the iron bladder, as she thought about herself, cannot stand it. However, Alice did not do much of the signals sent to her by the body. She believed all the time that she would never, ever - ever pee in underpants. The teacher finished lecturing the subject of the lesson and allowed the students to pack things. The bell was to be called in 3 minutes. Alice waited like a sprinter in blocks. Finally… The rattle of the bell sounded like the most joyful melody. Alice - as she assumed - grabbed a bag of books and was one of the first at the door. She ran out into the corridor without looking back. She did not even hear that Anne - her best friend, with whom she shared the bench from the junior high - was calling for her to wait. After all, they were walking in the same direction, going home with the same tram and switching to the same bus. Finally, they lived in neighboring blocks. Alice did not wait for her friend this time. She ran like crazy to the tram stop just to see the red lights of the departing car in front of her. "Fuck" - she cursed in her mind and at the same time she felt a contraction in the bottom of her stomach. She looked at the timetable display. The next tram was supposed to be in twenty minutes. Alice did not intend to stand that much. She walked to the side where she should go. About two kilometers later there was a bus stop from where you could catch a bus towards the house. Alice managed to forget for a time that she really wanted to pee. It turned out that she had luck on that day (two canceled lessons) and misfortune. When it reached the bus stop - the bus was leaving it. Now Alice knew she had a problem. If she decided to go on foot, the road would have taken her for over half an hour. The next bus was supposed to be in 20 minutes, which meant that the house would be in ... half an hour. "However you did not turn, ass is always behind" - she thought. At that moment she realized how much she needed to pee. She started to shuffle from one foot to the other, cross her legs, lean forward, and crouched down. Nothing helped. The need grew and Alice knew now that she had to come up with something. "I have only two options, and none of them is out of the question," she thought. Indeed: she could go to McDonald's, which was a few dozen meters from the bus stop, or... let it go in trousers. The first solution involved going to the public toilet. Admittedly, Alice was not entirely sure if her aversion to this type of bathrooms concerns everyone to whom foreign strangers go, or only the ones at school, but when she wondered more deeply about it, she came to the conclusion that, however, in McD’s, he did not get any better either. So what? Go in fucking panties? The answer came quickly. Alice’s next contraction was not as strong anymore and she suddenly felt herself getting hot. Although the traffic in the city was considerable, and the cars were making noise as usual, she had the impression that she could hear the noise of her own urine flowing into her panties, and then through the trousers on the pavement. It lasted a long time. Alice did not even try to stop the flood. She realized that it did not make sense. Panties and pants were already wet, her reputation in the event someone saw her - ruined, and if she fought with the inevitable, she would still need to pee ... She was one happy that she did not wait for Anne. In the meantime, the bus finally arrived. Alice, as she calculated, after a half-hour trip she found herself at the door of the house. She put the key in the lock and, to her surprise, she understood that the door was open. It meant only one thing: mom is at home !!!
  15. “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! ^_^)