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  1. Finally the long delayed sequel to The Library begins. The Library can also be read as a traditional narrative. I'll aim for weekly updates over the next three months. Thanks for reading! You glance at the clock flickering in the middle of your peeling dashboard as you pull up in front of 12 King St; 6:37. Fuck. You were meant to meet Shauna at her house seven minutes ago. Like most teachers she's got a real thing about punctuality. Turning up late is not the best way to start a date but your day has been hectic and you barely had time to make yourself look presentable. You are just going to an old movie at the independent cinema near Shauna's place so you didn't overdress, just a minimally creased red and black checked button-up shirt, a pair of black slacks, dress shoes. You had a very quick shave with your electric razor and brushed your teeth for a good thirty seconds. It isn't until you are driving over that you even notice you forget your traditional preemptive pee. It's fine, you can just go at the cinema. It wouldn't do to wet yourself it front of Shauna! Again. You still can't believe she asked you out after the embarrassing incident in the library. She answers the door less than ten seconds after you ring the doorbell. She already has her handbag over her shoulder and is clearly ready to go. You knew she would be. "Hey you." She smiles, "I was beginning to think you were standing me up!" She's says it as a joke but it's also clearly a comment on your continued lack of punctuality. You casually apologize and explain how crazy your day was during the walk back down her garden path. The conversation flows naturally and without pause the whole twenty minute walk to the cinema. When you arrive there is a bit of a queue to buy tickets. There is only one little old lady behind the desk and she seems a bit overwhelmed by the number of people who have turned out today. "Who knew Aliens was so popular, right?" You say. "Well it was the greatest movie of 1986." Shauna kids. "Not Pretty in Pink?" You say picking the second best John Hughes screenplay of that year. "Pretty in Pink!" Shauna is outraged and begins to explain the "problems" with Pretty in Pink. The line crawls. Your bladder is nagging you. You definitely should go before the movie. Would it be unacceptably rude to ask Shauna to get the tickets while you go pee? Will she think you are trying to get out of paying? Should you give her money? Ugh. No. That isn't an option. To go to the restroom now turn to page 24 To wait until after you have bought the tickets turn to page 9
  2. Is it just me, or is it much more rare to come across a story where the girlfriend/wife/female makes the boyfriend/husband/male hold it. I am a male who would love it if my girlfriend decides to take a controlling/Dom role and make me hold it for her pleasure. Then proceeds to mess with my while I am desperate, poke and prod my bulging bladder, and have me do whatever she wants to enjoy my desperate state, going so far as more explicit things. It doesn't need to go so far as what you might think of for a Femdom role, but just where she is the more Dom one and in control. Am I among a rare few? Do the guys normally like to be the Dominate ones? Do the girls rarely like to be in control? It just seems harder to find stories of that. Does anyone know of any good stories here or anywhere else where that is the case? Thanks!
  3. RandomWetName

    female Procrastination is a B-

    So this is a short story of something that happened yesterday. I had to finish working on a tedious school assignment causing me to procrastinate a lot. I figured as a way to motivate myself I would not allow myself to leave my chair, not even for bathroom breaks until I finished it. And considering the amount of water I drank I knew it would become a race against the clock... Well, it did not take long before I got distracted again. By omorashi.org, out of all places. I was scrolling around on the forum, looking for some nice stories. Googled for some hot wetting videos I haven't seen yet and before I knew it the urge hit me. Knowing I made a promise to myself I quickly got back to work. When I was close to finishing my assignment I got trouble concentrating. I figured since I was nearly done and since I did not want to make a big mess I could use the bathroom now. As I stood in front of the toilet I thought to myself, what is the point of a promise to myself if I do not live up to it anyway. I figured letting out a small leak as a way of self-punishment would be in place. However, because of my strong urge the spurt was bigger than I anticipated. A lot bigger! A big spurt shot out off my boxerbriefs into my grey trackpants causing my crotch area to get fairly wet. Wet enough to change into some clean pants before finishing up my assignment...
  4. Meowth

    Live Action Omorashi

    I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  5. Just free day 🙂 WIN_20180522_19_05_49_Pro.mp4
  6. I've been getting more and more into cycling lately, including riding for 20+ miles which takes a couple hours. Of course, staying hydrated is a key element for my long rides. Thankfully, omorashi and cycling go hand in hand with me--I always assume that I will soak my cycling shorts at one time or another during my ride. But I did a ride yesterday which totally threw me off my game. I started off my day knowing that I was gonna go for another long ride. Everything was going well--the weather was cooperating, I had my two water bottles filled up with water, I had my tires pumped up, etc. I had worn my black cycling shorts with a yellow high visibility windbreaker--I was going to cycle into the city and wanted to look at least somewhat normal. Besides, black shorts easily hide wetness. It was only later that I am so fortunate that I decided to go with cycling shorts instead of a skinsuit. I started off my day with a coffee--I've drank it before and had no experiences of #2 ever, at least in terms of cycling. Right before I left, I downed another cup of warm water. Usually when I ride, I start off pretty determined--I'm concentrating and my bladder isn't even on my mind. It was past the halfway point, about an hour and a half into my ride when I could start to feel my bladder constricting. What's worse, the weather in the city clouded up a little bit, and the winds picked up. It was still nice, albeit chilly (especially when riding fast and only wearing a thin layer of spandex). Also at this time, I felt a bit uncomfortable with my stomach. I was familiar with this feeling--it was the start of #2, but I could easily hold it, as I have in the past (or so I thought). As I started riding back home, my riding started to become less focused--I wasn't riding as fast. My bladder was quickly catching up to me. I was on the lookout to find a slight downhill to practice what some hardcore cyclists do during a race--peeing in their shorts. Although it seemed easy when I read it online, it was a bit more difficult in real life (basically you stand on one of your pedals and bend at the knee with your other leg, so the pee runs down into your shorts and drips off your knee, instead of it going down your shoes). Although my attempt wasn't perfect, I did feel instant relief in my bladder--unfortunately, I also felt my stomach pain coming back, and it was coming in full force. I started to panic a little bit, because I knew it would be bad. Ironically and weirdly enough, I felt the slightest bit turned on due to the desperation situation I was in. I had never messed myself before, and I had even thought about trying it out if I couldn't make it in time. I rode for another five minutes before I passed some apartment complexes--I really thought about ducking in behind a large garbage dumpster, but since it was where most cars were parked, I didn't want to risk it. The stomach pain I had felt subsided momentarily, but I knew it would come back and hit harder than ever. At this point, I'm only about five miles away from home, but it's all uphill and would take awhile. I continued my ride and saw restaurants, gas stations, and even a library. I had thought that though I pissed myself, I could still use their restroom to relieve myself. Unfortunately, my bike would have to be left outside or something of that nature--and I don't have a lock on my bike, so I wouldn't want to leave it out of sight. The public library was my best bet, but I realized that it isn't open on Sundays. I was being teased--the mere thought of restrooms being available but me not being able to use it really put a damper on my spirits. My stomach was growling more and I knew I was gonna blow soon. I expelled some gas, but I think that made it worse. All that was in my mind now was wondering how I would cope with the fact that I would shit in myself--and not the good type of poo. It would probably be very messy and possibly diarrhea. If it would be a little bit, I thought maybe I could just do it, but I knew it would be more than just that. I also knew that despite wearing black, poop would probably seep out of my spandex and showcase the mess (I've seen a few messing videos before). Moreover, the smell would have been unbearable for me. And lastly, cars and people would no doubt be able to see the shit smothered all over my ass as I continued cycling home. At this point, I saw a side alley between a school yard and the back of some houses. This alleyway was sloped on the school side yard to the back of the houses' fences. It's a bit weird to explain, but I think it's for a water run off. Basically, this wasn't an alley where people to walk. I hopped off my bike and went a good 100 yards away from the main street. It was here that I knew if anything could be done, it would be here. I sat down, and pretended to look at my phone. I still had some drainage to do in my bladder, so I relieved myself through my shorts, hoping that maybe I can put off my stomach pain again. After I had soaked my shorts, I didn't stand up. I was evaluating myself, and thought "Nope. I ain't gonna be able to hold it. Time to do the deed." With that determination, I looked around me to make sure the coast was clear. I then sat up from the slope and assumed a squatting position. I peeled my wet shorts off as best as I could--it was difficult because I had just peed myself. Once I had the clearance, I let loose. I felt a huge load plop onto the ground. It was a clean break, and I pulled my shorts back. I could smell my shit, and I knew it was from the coffee. As I stood up and proceeded to leave the area, I saw what was brewing inside me, and was so glad that I did not decide to do a messing--it definitely would've shown up easily in my cycling shorts, and it would've been a big mess. As I started my last leg going back, I felt uneasy, knowing that I didn't wipe after dropping a deuce. I didn't want to have any stains on my chamois, but I figured it wouldn't have that bad anyway, knowing that my shorts were soaked already. It wasn't too long after that I realized had I wore a skinsuit, I would have had no other option but to mess myself--and that's a thought that I'm wondering--what if I did wear my skinsuit? Regardless of this experience, I felt like I reached a milestone--as I get more and more into cycling, I expect to be out more and more, and knowing I was able to relieve myself without much hassle made me think that I am reaching the next level.
  7. Gamerman

    female Another gaming wetting

    Well one thing is i love to play video games. As you all know. So the other day i was playing overwatch on my ps4 and i had kept drinking water and soda so i could hold a bit. So i was playing and after 20 minutes i felt the need to pee. Of course i held it and kept playing and got another bottle of water. After another 10 minutes my need increased to a 6 out of 10. At this point i would hold my crotch area after every round of overwatch and sip my water. I wasnt on the mic incase i had to breath harder for some reason. After about 15-20 minutes of playing and holding i was at a 8 and my need was desperate but it felt so good having to pee bad. I sat there playing still and held my crotch under my grey sweats when i felt a spurt escape into my briefs and onto my hand. The warmth and wetness about the size of my palm. I then stood up trying to hold it while in the middle of a round when i realized standing was not a good idea. I held my self and tried to play more when i felt the warm wet stream slowly start to come out and spread around my crotch and run down my leg. At this point it felt soo good i didnt know if i wanted to try and hold it or let go. So i kept my legs together and let it run down my legs and make a puddle around me Thanks for reading! I shall post more soon
  8. So this occurred, as the title suggests, during preschool. This was during my first month at the YMCA. During this specific incident, I had run out of diapers that day, and was still not TOO jazzed about using public bathrooms. I did use them, but that was on occasion, and really only if my mom was with me mainly. So this was pretty early on the day, not long after my mom had dropped me off. After a brief stop at the YMCA's bathroom, which I didn't end up using as I, at the time, didn't have to go, As I was doing some arts and crafts, I felt a pressure in my bladder and bowels, as well as my guts gurgling. Not wanting to put off coloring, like most kids at that age, I decided to ignore my need to go. Later on, how an hour or so later, during play time, was my ignoring the bathroom, not using it that morning when my mom brought me in, plus not using the bathroom when a class bathroom break, coming to bite me in the butt. By now I was pretty desperate, with a few drops leaking out into my sweatpants, Gauging the control I had, I made my way to the bathroom. However, as I got near, I felt my control starting to slip, as the first bit of poop slowly started making my way out. Heading to a corner, making sure no one could see me, I began Blair Witching as I let go. A spurt started out, which soon turned into a torrent as my pee splashed into my sweatpants, and slid down my legs. Meanwhile, my bowels spilled out into the back of my pants, the seat of my pants filling up with fresh poop. Once I finished, I went slid my pants down, and dumped my poop out onto the floor. I then went into the bathroom, cleaned my butt, and went on my way.
  9. I'm feeling slightly nostalgic this evening, possibly due to the glorious weekend weather we've had (here in the south of England at least anyway!) and as such I thought it would be an ideal opportunity to share one of my favourite ever desperate holds which resulted in a huge wetting accident. I'm in the mood to maybe have another hold this evening as it's been simply ages since I last had one. That depends how I feel over the next hour or so. Anyway here's the full story behind my wetting that day as well as a link to it if you'd like to see. Hope you all enjoy it! "I had met up with a good friend tonight at a local pub and although I had gone to the bathroom before heading out I decided that I wouldn't go to the toilet for the duration of the evening. Now to begin with this wasn't a problem and we had drunk 3 pints each without myself feeling the need to empty my bladder or use the bathroom. There was a good local band playing in the pub as well which contributed to the atmosphere and we were really enjoying ourselves. As we ordered a 4th pint each my friend told me that he would have to leave soon in order to catch the train home (he lives about a 20 minute train ride from me). This was probably just as well as mid way through my 4th pint I felt a distinct urge to go the toilet and I knew before long that due to the amount of beer I was consuming I was going to be pretty desperate soon enough (my friends don't know about my desperation fetish and I'd prefer to keep it that way!) We finished our pints and he head off back to the station and I told him that I would probably stay until closing to see the rest of the band's performance, hopefully he didn't notice me slightly squirming around in my chair as I said that. I ordered one more pint and enjoyed the band's cover of the classic Undertones track 'Teenage Kicks' all the while feeling a distinct and large growing kick of my own in my bladder which was quickly calling for release. After about 20 minutes I drained my beer saying goodnight to the local staff who know me quite well and hoped they didn't clock on to the fact that I was walking rather quickly as my desperation began to grow ever more urgent! My flat is about a 15 minute walk from the pub and I walked back quickly, occasionally grabbing my crotch as I did so as the pressure on my bladder began to increase and I realised I was at a solid 8.5 on my desperation scale and I should hurry home if I didn't want to have an embarrassing accident in the street on a Friday night. By the time I made it home and into the safety of my apartment I was clearly at a 9 and edging towards 9.5, my God did I have to pee but I decided to go onto my balcony for a cigarette ( a terrible vice of mine is that when I have a few drinks I have to have a few smokes). Going back into the cold air of a Friday night so soon after retreating to the warmth of my flat was a huge mistake and I thought I was going to lose control of my bladder there and then! I somehow managed to hold my pee, grabbing my crotch for dear life with one hand whilst the other soothed my nicotine desire as I puffed away on my cigarette. As I headed back inside and closed the balcony door behind me, I was faced with a stark choice; quickly run to the toilet to relieve my aching bladder or see my hold til the bitter end before wetting my pants. Well I'd had a few drinks inside me so I thought what the hell and decided to film my final frantic desperation. I honestly tried my best to hold my pee and ignore the frantic signals my bladder was giving me but it was no use. Within a short time, my body betrayed me and I began to feel a desperately relieving warmth spurt into my underwear and rapidly run down my legs. Oh God! The relief was incredible and so was the feeling of losing control of my bladder as I relentlessly and completely pissed myself. It just wouldn't stop! The rapidly gushing pee ran all down my legs completely soaking my pants and chinos and for over a minute and a half I emptied the contents of my bladder into my clothes. By the time I was finished, my poor chinos were just dripping with warm piss and I was just kneeling there in a huge soppy pissy puddle of my own making! Now I'm sitting back at my PC typing out the account of my evening knowing I should really go and change into some dry clothes but the feeling of sitting in my own wet soaking mess is incredible and I might just enjoy the feeling a little while longer. I can already begin to feel my bladder filling rapidly due to the amount of liquid I've consumed and I'm sorely tempted to just sit here and let nature take its course. I think by then I may have to take control of the other 'feeling' quickly growing and relieve myself of that particular tension as well. Of course that will result in a different sticky type of wetness altogether!!"
  10. Let me preface this by claiming that I am not all into messing. For me, this was not, in anyway, a sexual or erotic experience, so forgive me if the description I offer lacks any kind of kinky flare. Just a couple days ago my girlfriend and I stopped by a department store, after a long-ish day of running errands and visiting family. We had a few groceries to pick up, and she wanted to look at the garden center. It was nearing that time when I typically offer up my daily offering to the porcelain god, so rather than put up with the discomfort to postponing the evacuation until we got home, I decided to attempt to use the store's facilities. The bathrooms at the store were just fine. They were clean, had toilet paper. No issue. One of the only two stalls in the bathroom was in use, but the walls separating the stalls were actual walls, extending all the way from the floor to the ceiling, so having a neighbor wasn't incredibly awkward. The doors on the stalls were typical stall doors for public bathrooms, but that is to be expected. I entered the empty stall, and proceeded to take care of business. Almost as soon as I had started doing the deed, I heard someone frantically shuffle into the men's room, panting and grunting. There are unspoken, sacred rules of etique for public men's rooms. If a urinal or stall is in use and you must wait, you wait standing back, giving the current user a good amount of distance. You mind your own business, except perhaps when coming or going from washing hands, where a friendly nod might be okay in certain circumstances. The most sacred rule however, the rule held above all others, is you never, ever make eye contact through the gap next to the stall door. This new visitor to the men's room seemed to be completely unaware of these customs, as not only did he proceed to wait directly outside my stall door as he breathed heavily, panted, and grunted, but he kept peering in at me between the crack next to the stall door, several times making eye contact. The level of awkward discomfort I felt could not be overstated. Typically I go out of my way to assure the comfort of others. More than once I have gone out of my way to help out a stranger, and always try to extend a minimum level of courtesy and sympathy to everyone I encounter. Therefor, I am not someone who has ever intentionally acted rudely or confrontational with a complete stranger. However, this case was different. Pooping in a public bathroom was not something I was comfortable with under any circumstance, but having to do it while being watched by a stranger? This needed to end. I had decided I needed to say something, and say it backed with clear anger and harshness. I just wasn't sure what words were the most appropriate. I never got the chance to say anything, though. As I tried to find the right words to shout at this trespasser he suddenly groaned loudly, accompanied by would I can only describe as something that looked like about five gallons of chicken satay spilling onto the floor, spreading out in all directions and running under the stall directly towards me. I had to pull my feet back and twist sideways on the throne to avoid contact with the toxic substance. Now friends, I have been in all manner of public bathrooms before. I have even been inside sewage treatment facilities, dairy farms, fertilizer pants, and more. I have smelled things that no human should ever have to smell. But nothing I have ever encountered could prepare me for this. It was not a smell of a type that comes from a human, or any other living being. In was the smell of sulfur and decay, an overpowering odor of brimstone and death. Normally I have a fairly strong constitution, but it was all I could do not to vomit. There was some commotion outside my stall, and I thought I heard voices coming from outside the men's room door. My only concern, however, was escaping my stall. As quickly as I could I wrapped up my business, opened the stall door, and leapt over the sludge. At that precise moment a female janitor, who couldn't have been more than 20 years old, entered the bathroom with a mop and bucket. Our eyes met as she stared, stunned. Then she glanced at the toxic cesspool spread across the tile, that I was still standing next to. The color drained from her face and I could tell she was trying hard not to gag. Her eyes then flicked back to me, accusing. I wasn't sure if I should say something to her, tell her it wasn't me, or simply make a run for it and never, ever, return to this store again. Again, fate intervened before I was able to act. The second stall door swung open in that instant, and out stepped our culprit, the one responsible for the entire situation. He was only wearing a button down shirt, his soiled pants and boxers in his hands, his manhood dangling, fully visible. The female janitor audibly gasped as her hand covered her mouth, eyes wide in horror. She immediately did an about face and fled from the bathroom. For some unconscious reason I briefly turned and looked towards my fellow bathroom occupant, again, our eyes met, standing on opposite sides of his diarrhea puddle. I broke the eye contact as soon as it was made, but it had, unfortunately, still happened. Following in the janitors footsteps I fled the bathroom, exited the store, and went straight to my car. From there I called my girlfriend. I explained that I was in the car, and that we needed to leave right then and never, ever return to that store. At first she was concerned, but then I explained, much to her amusement, what had transpired. She was understanding about having to leave the store and abandon our shopping trip, but she keeps asking me now if I would like chicken satay for dinner.
  11. I peed my pants today and after some time I still had to go, so i wet my boxers again 20180521_053445.mp4
  12. KayLeigh

    The Bulge Diary

    Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  13. I'd been doing a long hold tonight. Started with a few cups of tea before dinner followed by a steady pint of water every half hour for the last three hours whilst I'd been re-watching the first 3 episodes of season 6 of Game of Thrones. It'd got to the point where I'm now a very definite 9 on the need-to-pee scale. I poured myself another pint of water yet in all honesty I didn't know how much longer I can hold on. I was squirming around like mad and desperately grabbing hold of my cock at every opportunity. I had the feeling that it wouldn't be very long before I ended up totally peeing myself in my boxers and chinos! Well in the end I just couldn't hold it anymore and I ended up having a massive wetting in my boxers and chinos as my poor bulging bladder couldn't take anymore and I ended up having a much needed release totally wetting myself and making a large and loud pissy puddle underneath me! I managed to take some pictures of my "accident" as I lost control and completely flooded myself. What a mess! I'm now sitting at my PC drenched in my own pee, cold and soaking yet it's what I deserve for thinking I could hold on for so long! Even as I type this I can feel the need to go yet again (testament to huge amount of liquids I consumed tonight), I think the only suitable punishment is to peel off my sopping chinos and pull my pyjama trousers over my soaked boxers and climb into bed knowing full well that I'll probably awake to having peed the bed when my aching bladder gives up during the night
  14. heartkitten13

    Fire Emblem: Tales of Journey

    [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  15. The other night I layer upside down in the shower and wet myself, I haven't done that since I was a teen. This of me wetting my jeans in bed. When I was wetting in the shower I also shit, it went down my back, that wasnt planed. I don' have a pic of that. 20180518_234132_001.mp4
  16. So the time has come for me to have a long, extended period of time where I have nobody stopping by, no plans for me to go anywhere, and all that fun jazz. This means that I'll be able to do what I want where I want to in the house. Fun fun. One of the things I decided I would do was wet my bed, something I haven't done in memory. So even if I have to purposely do it, rather than have it happen "naturally," I'll do it. I have decent protection ready to do so too. At first, I also decide I would just wet all the time, but I've upgraded it to not using the toilet at all. If I have to do anything, I will do it in my pants. This will include messing as well, it's something I thought of doing while reading someone else's posts, so it's something I'll do. Poor washing machine and shower's gonna get a lot of work this week. Still, wish me fun. I may consider posting a sort of "daily journal" if others are interested.
  17. I recently went on a business trip to Germany with a few colleagues, including an 18 year old student who I'll call Kieran who I saw extremely desperate to pee on two occasions. The first one was at a restaurant in the evening after work. We were sitting at a long table of 12 people, one side with chairs and the other with a long bench. He was sitting on the bench and had no way to get out to the loo without having to ask 5 other people (some of whom were senior managers) to move for him. We arrived at the restaurant at 7 and had plenty of beers. After about 90 minutes and a few beers I really needed to pee, so I got up and went (I was sat on the side with chairs so had no problems getting out). On the way back to the table I noticed Kieran looking longingly towards the toilets, gritting his teeth. I wondered if he needed to go as badly as I had, but was too shy to ask his colleagues to move out of the way for him. After another hour and plenty more beers I needed to pee again really badly, so I got up again and went. I noticed Kieran watching me go, and I wondered just how badly he must need to piss by now, still trapped in his seat. He had drunk just as many beers as I had and had been sitting there for two and a half hours. He wasn't saying much and kept looking towards the toilets with a worried look on his face, dying to get out and get to the loo but also not wanting to annoy everyone by making them move for him (and also letting the whole table of mostly senior colleagues know that he needed to pee). I finished a very relieving pee and went to the sink to wash my hands, wondering how long Kieran could last before finally giving in and going for a pee. Sure enough, at that moment the door burst open and Kieran came rushing in, already undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. 'I've needed a piss for ages' he gasped breathlessly as he strode to a urinal and immediately let loose a powerful stream of pee against the porcelain, the gushing sound echoing loudly in the bathroom. 'God that is such a relief' he moaned as the pee continued to pour out of him. By the time I had finished drying my hands and left the bathroom, his stream had been going strong for almost a minute and showed no signs of slowing down. When I got back to my seat I saw that the table he had been sitting at had been moved to create a gap for him to get out. He came back to his seat a couple of minutes later, and the woman sat opposite him (who I'm assuming had helped him move the table) asked him if he felt better and he gave a loud sigh of relief before saying he felt 'so much better'. The second time was on the plane just after we had landed back in the UK. He was sitting across the aisle from me right at the back of the aircraft, in the window seat, with an older man in the aisle seat blocking him in. As soon as the plane reached the parking position, I heard him ask the man if he could get past to go to the bathroom. The man let him out and I heard him asking the cabin crew at the back of the plane if he was allowed to use the bathroom. He was jiggling up and down a bit and looked really desperate to pee. The flight had been delayed a while and he had drunk a large coffee at the airport before the flight, so he must have been absolutely bursting to go. Unfortunately for Kieran, the plane was a smaller one and therefore there were no bathrooms at the back of the plane, only at the front. When the cabin crew informed him of this, he bobbed on the spot and bent forwards, giving a gasp of frustration. The aisle was now full of people standing up waiting to leave the aircraft, so there was no way he could get to the loo. Instead, he had to sit back down in his seat. I think he had probably been sitting in his seat really needing to pee for ages, and had been relying on there being a toilet at the back of the plane which he was hoping to use as soon as the seatbelt signs went off. Now he found himself sitting back in his seat unable to do anything to relieve his very full bladder until we were finally allowed to leave the plane. He told the man sitting next to him that there was no bathroom, and the man said 'Oh no, cross your legs!'. Kieran laughed and said 'I'm gonna have to!'. Unfortunately for Kieran, we had to wait on the plane for ages before we were finally allowed off, because we had to wait for the bags to be removed from the plane first. I think it was about 15 minutes before we could finally get off, and when I stood up to get my coat from the overhead storage I could see that Kieran was gritting his teeth and was gripping his thighs tightly with his hands, very close to his cock. I'm guessing that he was longing to hold himself but didn't want anyone to notice just how badly he wanted to piss. The wait wasn't over though, because we then had to ride a bus to the terminal which took another ten minutes or so, and a few times the driver had to apply the brakes suddenly which must have made it even harder for Kieran to hold in his pee for just a few minutes more. When we were finally off the bus, we went straight to border control with no toilets to be seen, so Kieran had to stand in a very long queue to get his passport checked. I saw him a few places ahead of me in the queue, looking very tense and like he was trying very hard to stand still and not jiggle around on the spot! It was now over 30 minutes since he had first asked to use the loo on the plane and by now he must have been reaching his limit. Unfortunately after he went through the checkpoint I didn't see him again, so I can only guess that he must have walked as quickly as possible to the toilets further down in the baggage collection area and enjoyed a very relieving pee after hanging on for so long.
  18. "I think you should just pee your pants." I was pretty sure I couldn't possibly have heard her right. I said as much. "If you really need to go so badly you should probably just pee your pants." Camille reiterated. Fair enough. I had been complaining about needing to pee since the two of us had left the uni bar to walk back to my girlfriend's house. It must be getting on her nerves. But I did really need to pee! "Sorry. I'll stop complaining." I might have been a little snarky at her lack of sympathy. A full bladder doesn't correlate with a good mood. She stopped walking and looked me in the eye. "No dude. I'm serious. There isn't anywhere decent to pee till you get to my place. It's all houses, traffic, and no cover. If you are busting you should just pee in your pants. They're dark, it probably won't show." I didn't quite know what to say, "Um... I can hang on. I was just complaining 'cause it's really uncomfortable." She narrowed her eyes at me, "Right. So pee your pants. It's not a big deal. Better than being "really uncomfortable". I wet my pants all the time if I need to." I had been dating Camille for three or four months and I had never once seen her pee herself. And anyway, people don't pee their pants out of convenience. Maybe it's because she's French? Do French girls pee themselves a lot? Not likely. I decided she was pulling my leg. "No you don't!" "Sure I do. I just don't make a big deal about it. Remember when when we went to see Nine Months play in the Gardens last month? Did you see me drinking beer? Did you see me use the portapotties?" Honestly I hadn't thought about it. I guess if I had I would have just assumed she had a big bladder. It certainly didn't cross my mind that she'd been peeing herself. "Seriously?" "Yeah." She was vehement, "Portapotties are really gross." "So is peeing your pants though." "Not really. Urine is pretty much sterile." She said casually. "Hey. Tell you what, since I can see you are resistant, if I wet myself first then will you pee your pants?" "Sure Camille." I absolutely didn't think she'd do it. Remember I was still pretty sure she was just fucking with me and I was calling her bluff. Nope. The next thing I knew Camille was standing in a puddle. My beautiful twenty-year-old girlfriend just pissed herself in broad twilight all over a public footpath next to a moderately busy road. Not that anyone else would have noticed. Her ankle length skirt hid everything except her suddenly wet sandals and a decent sized pool of pee. "You just wet yourself!" I was in shock. She looked at me like I was stupid, "Yeah? Did you not think I was going to do the exact thing I said I was going to do? Your turn now." "I though you were kidding!" "You thought wrong." She winked at me. "Now pee. A promise is a promise." She was right. I had, unintentionally, made a promise. She wouldn't be pleased if I backed out... "I'm not sure I can. I've never peed myself on purpose before." Everything was moving pretty quickly at this point. How had I agreed to this? "It's not so hard. Not if you are desperate. Just relax, let it come, imagine you are using a toilet." I must have been desperate, and maybe a little drunk, because it really wasn't hard. One second my pants were dry, and the next a solid stream of pee was pouring down my left leg. I was surprisingly warm, and not really gross at all. For a moment I felt good about my decision and that Camille might have been on to something with her whole "pants wetting for convenience" philosophy. But then... "Camille! You said it wouldn't show!" I looked down at my pants in horror. She tried and failed to smother a laugh, "I was super wrong. I really thought it wouldn't! I'm so sorry." She didn't sound sorry. My dark blue jeans were nearly black where my pee had soaked into them. Somehow the contrast made the dry parts look lighter than usual. It was pretty noticeable. Camille found my horror hilarious. Through giggles she promised her housemate was out for the evening so we should just hurry back to her place and take a nice shower together. "I promise I'll make it up to you." she said in a voice that told me how exactly how she would make it up to me. I felt myself growing hard and decided that if Camille was involved maybe deliberate pants wetting might be something worth pursuing.
  19. wetfunandy

    female Beach Day

    A few months ago I decided to go on a day trip to visit the beach. It was still winter time here in FL, but the weather was beautiful and sunny. It was a bit on the cool side so I didn't bring a suit, I just wanted to enjoy the tranquility of the beach. The drive over is about an hour and a half, and on the way I drank a ton of coffee. By the time I got there I had to pee really bad, no problem, I'll just use the outhouses there. But since it was winter, they were locked. So now I'm beginning to panic a bit. There was no way I would make it to another location without pissing myself first. Then I got an idea. I took off my shoes and went to walk the beach. The waves were coming in pretty good, so they began to splash and get the legs of my jeans a bit wet. Luckily the water didn't feel that cold at all. I continued walking, desperate for relief, and getting wetter by the waves. Finally I couldn't hold it any longer and began to let out a little bit at a time. Every time a wave splashed up, I let some pee go. Pretty soon I was wet enough that it wasn't noticeable so I just relaxed and let it all out, the warmth soaking down my already wet jeans felt so good! When I was finished, I walked into the ocean to rinse off and continued my walk down the beach to dry off a bit in the sun. I had been walking for about an hour, my jeans now just damp, but now I began to feel the need to poop. I started to turn back to use the beach facilities, but then remembered they were locked. My first thought was this is not good. With all the coffee and caffeine I had this morning, I knew it was going to be a big one. I remember the wonderful relief of just relaxing and letting my pee go in my jeans, so I thought how bad could this be. Besides, I was wearing a snug pair of Under Armor boxer briefs, so I knew the load would be contained. I continued walking further down the beach, contemplating what I was about to do. After a few more minutes of walking I thought screw it, I stopped walking and began to push. The poop began to come out and slowly began filling up the back of my underwear. I felt my underwear getting pushed outward, then their snugness began to resist and the poop began to start spreading out over my ass. My underwear felt full, but I still had to go more so I pushed again. The next load was a bit softer and really spread out. Finally I was done and just stood there looking out over the ocean, as if in a trance by what just happened. I reached back to feel the back of my jeans. I could feel the huge bulge in my underwear. I turned and slowly began walking down the beach back to where I had parked my car. As I walked I could feel the mass of poop kind of squishing and moving around with each step I took. This was going to be a long walk back. At one point I contemplated going back in the ocean to empty my pants and clean up. But my jeans had pretty much dried and I didn't really want to get wet and cold again. So just continued walking. By the time I got back to my car I had to pee again. Since no one was around, I just stood next to my car and peed in my jeans again. I felt that wonderful warmth spread down my legs, and then I felt it soaking into my mess making it feel even softer. When I was done I open my car door and stood there looking at the seat, realizing I would have to sit down in my mess and drive home. I usually keep a beach towel in the car so I got that and put it over the seat. Slowly I put one leg in and then lowered myself down onto the seat. I could feel my mess really begin to spread out now. There was so much it was spreading forward between my legs, backwards up towards the waistband, and even down the legs of my underwear. I got myself situated, swung my other leg in, and shut the door. So there I was, sitting in my car in pee soaked jeans with a load of poop that had already been in my pants for almost 2 hours, and I still had to drive home for another hour and a half. During the drive home I had the air vents on high heat directed at my pants to dry them out and circulate the air. By the time I got home my jeans were dry. But when I got out of the car I could see that my mess had soaked through my underwear and jeans and was beginning to make the towel brown. I grabbed the towel and went into my house. I felt like such a mess that I really didn't want to deal with the cleanup just yet. I through the towel in the wash along with my jeans. I left my underwear on with the mess still in them. Then I went and got some sweatpants and a pair of nylon running pants. I put the sweatpants on first then the nylon pants on over. I sat down in my easy chair and watch some TV for a few hours before finally getting up to shower and clean myself off. I even peed again sitting in my chair, but the sweatpants absorbed a lot and the nylon pants kept the wetness from leaking out.
  20. WetDave

    female Unobservant People

    One of my favourite things to do is to go out somewhere with a full bladder, feeling it getting harder and harder to hold on, getting a buzz from the risk of an embarrassing public accident. Usually I make it back home nearly dry (just some leaks and a wet patch), sometimes I just give in to the desperation and let go, and occasionally I have a proper accident. However, it is extremely rare that anyone notices when I've wet myself. A recent incident however really topped it all. I had done my usual thing, out and about in town desperate. I'd chosen my favourite wetting jeans, blue and tight, one size too small. I'd leaked a bit, and my crotch area felt deliciously wet. But the desperation was getting a bit intense, and I was leaking with increasing frequency, so I headed back towards home. It was evening, after dark, but the street lighting was bright and an accident would most definitely be very visible. On the way home I took a less-travelled route, walking back through side streets mainly. All the way I was struggling to hold on, and kept uncontrollably spurting and leaking into my jeans. There was a wet patch now about twice the size of my hand, starting to spread down the inseam of my left leg. I crossed the last of the major roads on my route, then had to walk across a car park (largely deserted at this time of night). As I did so, it just became too hard to hold on so I just let go in my jeans, totally flooding them and leaving a spreading puddle on the ground. The feeling of the warm wetness spreading in my tight jeans was absolutely exquisite! I looked down and the sight was spectacular, my jeans drenched down the inside of the left leg, with pee dripping from the ankle, and major streaks of pee all down my right leg. I sure hoped I wouldn't encounter anyone on the remaining short distance home. Unfortunately, a couple of minutes later, a saw a young-ish (relative to me, anyway) woman coming the other way. I stopped, and considered turning back and finding a different route, however, when I looked behind there were a couple of people in the distance, heading my way. Whichever way I went, I would have to walk past somebody. So I continued home, feeling considerable embarrassment as I approached the woman. I dreaded her noticing my wetness, and hoped she wouldn't say anything. I avoided looking at her as I approached. My hopes were dashed when I heard her say "excuse me?". In shame and embarrassment I looked up. "Could I have a cigarette please?" she asked. I was astonished. "Sure", I said, and I reached for my pack out and offered her one. I couldn't believe she hadn't noticed that I'd pissed myself. I offered her a light, and we exchanged a few words, and actually chatted for a few moments, slightly flirtily. Throughout our brief conversation I kept wondering when she would notice my wet jeans, and what she might say. She could hardly fail to see, we were close to a street light, it was in front of me, behind her, keeping her in shadow while illuminating me. But she gave no sign that she noticed throughout our short chat. Afterwards, as I continued home, I kept thinking over the encounter. How could she not have noticed? Or did she notice, but was too polite to mention it? But I hadn't seen any sign that she had noticed. Surely she would have found it difficult to resist looking, again, if she'd noticed? Surely, there would have been some surprise on her face at least? But no. I concluded that she really hadn't noticed. Although I have been surprised before that people haven't noticed when I've peed myself, this was by far the most extreme case I've ever come across.
  21. Lythe

    A Grimm Evening

    AN- Hello! This story takes place in the universe of and using characters from the series Grimm. It may be a bit confusing without having watched the show. This is also focused on male desperation, so for those of you into female only, this story probably won't be your cup of tea! If you like the story, or have a suggestion for a different one please let me know, and I may get around to writing it if it's an idea I like. Thanks! -------------------------------------------------------------------- Nick had been a detective for a long time at this point. He'd learned to handle the monotony when on a stakeout. Sometimes it was even enjoyable, sitting the car with his partner, Hank. They could talk, switch off watch, whatever they needed to keep up their morale as long as the job got done. A recent string of bloody murders had necessitated the duo watching their suspect’s house. Nick was pretty confident whatever they were dealing with was some sort of wesen. It seemed like every case was since he became a Grimm. “You didn't see anything when we met with her, right?” Hank asked, before taking a short sip from his coffee. Nick shook his head no in response. The encounter had been fairly brief and civil with the young Latina woman, Maria Espinoza, they were now watching for. She would likely have seemed an unusual suspect to an outsider. The victims had run the gamut, including both a six foot tall skin-head looking biker who was built like a tank, and a petite African American girl who was the captain of her college’s debate team. The only things they appeared to have in common was a particularly brutal set of bite marks on their wrists and slashes across their necks, and they both had been seen leaving different bars with their suspect on the nights of their untimely deaths. “Nothing concrete. I don't know what kind of Wesen we’re dealing with yet.” The Grimm confirmed, chewing his lip after. This girl didn't look like a double murderer, but then again they never did. Not before they woged, at least. Nick took another long drink, draining another cup of coffee. They'd been sitting for closing in on four hours at that point, and Nick was getting restless for more than one reason. The caffeine had gotten him a little jittery, sure, but there was a very noticeable discomfort growing in his bladder too. All that coffee had to go somewhere, after all, and he'd had a couple cups. It wasn't too bad yet, but Nick knew it would be getting worse in relatively short order. For the time being though, he chose to ignore it. “Do you ever wonder how many of these cases we took before you could see what we were up against?” Hank asked, somewhat absently. “Yeah, I do. There were some cases that make a lot more sense now than they ever did before.” Nick mused, idly twirling a pen in his hands as he did so. It was one of the many sketching implements he used. “There was an arson I saw happen while I was still a beat cop. I remember hearing some weird things about it. Looking back I bet it was that same Daemonfure.” Hank nodded before the duo lapsed back into silence. Nick watched the front door, windows, anything he could find, still searching for signs of life. He didn't think Maria would he home at this point, but he wasn't sure. Her home wasn't in the best of shape either. What looked like it had begun life as a decent manufactured home had become disheveled over years of neglect. The yard seemed to have been mowed a while back, as tall grass grew around different pieces of debris scattered across the lawn. Night was settling in fast, casting long shadows across everything. Absently, he grabbed a bottle of water out of the back and cracked it open. He noticed what appeared to be a stray dog moving past the house. The pup seemed to stiffen, starting to sniff the air nervously near the driveway. He cautiously closed in on the garage, taking another deep sniff, before yelping and running off as fast as possible. Nick and Hank exchanged a knowing look. That pretty confirmed their suspicions of wesen, and likely some kind of canine. That tended to scare off other dogs from everything he'd seen. His mind began to wander back to Juliet at home. Things had been so weird lately, it felt like. Then again, things had been pretty weird for a long time at this point. At least now he could confide in her about what was really going on now, and it sure was nice to be home. He loved Monroe, who had practically become family at this point, but damn it was nice to be home. He'd started to really feel like a third wheel between the Blutbad and Rosalie anyway. “Nick, you watching this?” Hank asked, bringing Nick back to reality, though he didn't seem to notice that he was halfway through his new drink. A beat up blue Saturn sedan, the same color as the paint flecks they'd found under the fingernails of the female victim, was slowly rattling up the driveway belonging to their suspect. Nick sat up, staring intently at the scene unfolding before him. His suspect got out of the driver's side door, grinning and giggling as they stumbled around to the passenger and opened the door. A remarkably tall woman with light skin and pale hair began to get out. She too seemed to be having a good time, as she stopped mid exit to make out with the suspect. Nick cocked an eyebrow. That wasn't exactly a display he was expecting to see. Even more unexpectedly, the creature appeared to wog in the middle of their session. What had stood before him as a small woman suddenly had a dark color across her body. In the darkness Nick couldn't see every detail, but a pair of of huge, bat like ears stuck out like a sore thumb. “I've never seen this before.” He murmured to Hank.”Maybe another kind of bat?” Impatiently, the Grimm watched the women flop back down on each other in the car. If it was a bat, there would be a sound component. Nick was confident there was nothing going on that would require his intervention quite yet. The two sure took their sweet time though, to the point he was starting to get annoyed. A now empty bottle of water lay discarded on the seat behind him. He shifted, trying to get more comfortable. His body was sending him more pressing signals now that he needed to pee. As Nick waited, he realized he'd been drinking a bit much while in the car, no wonder he was really needing to go. The detective could swear he felt the urine inside him slosh to the side as he tried in vain to find a more comfortable position. He frowned, and made sure to keep his eyes on the scene. A potty break wasn't in the cards right now. He'd simply have to hold it. The little monster began to lead the tall woman toward the front door. The two could hardly keep their hands off each other as she fiddled with the key, and them eventually stumbled through the entrance. This was the opening the two detectives were waiting for. The front door swung shut, Nick and Hank exited the car with trained silence. Nick went to go around the back, and Hank took the front. Normally he'd rather have seen the change in day time, but this creature’s MO seemed to involve nights. He was starting to become more certain it was a bat as he rounded the back of the trailer. Adrenaline shot through his body, and while had didn't sweat, he felt a pulsing urgency coming from below. His bladder was getting much more insistent now as it continued to fill. Briefly, he considered relieving himself where he was. The last thing he needed was a murderous Wesen to walk out while he was taking a piss. He'd wait. He had to just wait. Nick peered into the windows, but the thick, dark curtains hid anything else going on behind them. He listened carefully, ears straining to catch any sound of of place. A loud shriek split through the night like a lightning bolt. There was no thought as the detective drew his gun and kicked in the back door. “Police! Stop!” Nick shouted. The Wesen, whatever it was, stood on top of the other woman, chomping relentlessly at her wrists. The woman screamed in terror and confusion, which only seemed to further frenzy the hairy beast on top of her. It was dark, with short, velvety hair. There was no time to do anything other than tackle the monster. Before he knew it, Nick was on top of the creature, deftly rolling off the other woman and onto a coffee table. The fall was broken by the Wesen as Hank dashed around a corner, quickly sprinting to the blonde to try and get her to safety. Nick vaguely thought he heard Hank calling for backup, but there was no way for him to focus on that now. He had been right, this was some kind of Canine, but he didn't have any idea what. Really, he was lucky. Canine Wesen tended to have strength and speed, but little else, and the element of surprise had given Nick the advantage. He watched as the creature stared hatefully into his eyes for a moment before realization clicked into place and she knew what she was up against. No Wesen wanted to be caught off guard by a Grimm like this. She fought back like a bat out of hell, trying her damnedest to bite Nick, and failing that flip him over so she had the upper hand. Even in Wesen form, she didn't have enough strength to fully get control. Nick thought he had her, until she headbutted him on the nose. Pain shot through his skull and saw stars, losing his grip enough for her to get up and start to run. Nick quickly got his bearings, and bolted after the Wesen down the main hallway. The light cascading from the living room didn't go very far down the hall. She tore into one of the bedrooms and slammed the door behind her. Nick was hot on her heels, adrenaline pumping through his body as he chased. He kicked down the door with ease, the crappy lock hardly making an effort to stop him. Eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness, Nick lunged and made a second successful tackle onto the female Wesen. He pushed her onto the ground, and this time she went down face first. He strained to get the cuffs on her despite her fighting back, and prevailed. Nick continued to lay flat across her back, putting pressure onto her lungs, until she went back into her human form and seemed to go limp. He went to get to all fours, when suddenly the woman he could again positively identify as Maria tensed her body, and kicked wildly backwards. One of her flailing feet connected with Nick's abdomen harshly. He hadn't been expected anything like it, and it hurt like hell. Maria through a smug look over her shoulder, but her smugness was interrupted by an immediate hissing sound in response. Nick was in too much pain to regain control as he felt his bladder involuntarily empty itself all over himself and the back of his now captured murderer. It felt like letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, just a sudden pure relief as the liquid left his body. Even with everything going on around him, letting go felt so good. While Nick rarely ran out of breath these days for reasons he didn't fully understand, he found himself panting from exertion and some other feeling her couldn't quite identify. “What is wrong with you?” The woman shouted in indignant rage, scuttling across the floor and getting her back against a wall. She stared at him with a gaze full of disgust and utter contempt. The jeans she'd been wearing were soaked with the Grimm’s urine. Nick had no response. Truthfully, he felt humiliated despite the pleasure, but as a cop, he couldn't do much about that now. He stood up, beginning to walk towards Maria, when Hank finally turned back up. “You okay?” He asked, as he began to take in the surroundings. Nick looked… Upset, Hank thought, but they'd caught the killer red handed, who appeared to have pissed herself. Additionally, they had acted quick enough to save the other girl, who was now outside. “Yeah.” Nick nodded, roughly pulling Maria to her feet as he did so. He hoped Hank wouldn’t mention anything, but then realized he was wearing completely black pants as he looked down. There was a slight sheen, but nothing too bad, particularly given the darkness of the trailer. Apparently Maria wasn't a huge fan of lights. “Are you kidding me? He pissed on me!” The wesen continued, making a scene. A siren blared, clearly close by. “He can't do this! I am going to have a lawyer, and he's to sue all of you! You've got nothing on me!” Hank shook his head, helping Nick get her out the front door, where a cop car was waiting. He gestured to Nick to go check on the victim while he began reading the Miranda rights to Maria. Nick broke off. He still felt incredibly embarrassed. He'd peed on their soon to be incarcerated murderer. The relief he felt was also incredible. He hadn't realized how long he'd been waiting until it was already coming out. Mixed in with the shame was some weird feelings of pleasure the detective didn't quite know how to respond to. He went to approach the girl they would likely be needing the testimony of, but felt a hand on his shoulder. “Seems like you've had a rough night. The Captain wants to see you back at the prescient. Hank too.” He recognized the voice as belonging to Wu. “Thanks, Wu.” He replied thankfully. Wu nodded, gave a wry smile, and walked up to the blonde Nick and Hank had saved. Nick went to wait in the car. He had no idea what he was going to say about all this when it came up.
  22. So, got a two in one for you all this time. The first occurred when I was about 5 or 6, the second in the later months of me being 7, maybe a bit closer to my early months of being 8 So, this first one occurred while I was shopping with my mom around Toys R Us. As I was looking at some action figures, and as I shifted to look at another, I felt a pressure subside in my lower gut. I didn't think much of it, until I let out a pretty noisy fart a few seconds after. Me and my mom look at each other, and the next thing I now, I'm brought into the women's room, set on the changing table, asking if I have to go anymore (and if I did, to just let it out, I mean, I had already pooped), and my mom is wiping my stinky butt down. Though, oddly enough, I saw anyone else coming and going, pun not intended (this time), as kind of a blur. Once I was in a fresh diaper, we continued shopping. Second one was a fun one for me. A big Toys R Us near my house was holding a YuGiOh tournament in its parking lot. As a HUGE fan of YuGiOh, I had to participate, even brought a GX-era Duel Disk. As I dueled with a kid around my age, I began to concentrate more. As I was about to make a move, I felt my bladder release into my diaper. I ended up losing, but even still, I had fun
  23. So this occurred when I was seven or so, and I was at a local Ross with my mom. I had to go to the bathroom and as I had run out of diapers (We would buy more at the Toys R Us (RIP) which was more or less next door, with a TK Noodle sandwiched inbetween Ross and Toys R Us.), I told my mother thus. She went to try out clothes in the nearby changingmy area when I went to use the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom, well, let's say whoever was in there did NOT flush afterwards, plus I was feeling a tad bit adventerchievious (adventurous/mischievous) that day. Not wanting to dare and use the toilet, which while the rim wasn't gas station dirty, still had a few flecks on it, Thankfully, there was a stepstool nearby and I used it to climb up to the sink, Yanking my pants down I began doing my business in the sink. About half-way through me releasing my bladder and bowels into the porcelain sink, the door knob began jimmying open. Quickly clenching and getting my pants up, I managed to hop off the sink as a girl my age opened the door. Thankfully her mother pulled her away and closed the door. Once that was done I finished up in the sink, wiped, and rejoined my mother, Funny enough a similar incident would occur when I was 13 or so at the same Ross.
  24. diokno44x

    female The Preschool Potty Rebel

    This little incident occured in, as the title suggests, preschool. I was about five, and attending preschool at the YMCA. This was my first month there, and as I had used up my last diaper shortly after arriving, and had gotten changed by my mom, I was out of diapers till the end of the day. I was dressed in my usual attire of sneakers, I don't recall the brand, dark blue sweatpants, a T-Shirt, and a dark blue sweatshirt. I would eschew this in warmer months. It was during story time, one of my favorite times of the day, that I began to feel my breakfast, which I think was oatmeal, and the bottle of milk, start to kick in, exacting a pressure on my bladder and bowels. Normally. I would have been fine with just going then and there, but without the smell encasement of a diaper, I was kind of worried. Lucky for me, my teacher called up a bathroom break. One by one we were sent into the correct gendered bathroom. As I entered, and stared at the toilet, a sense of unease came over me. You see, aside from liking them, the reason I wore diapers up till the summer-ish between 2nd and 3rd grade (Though I did need them at night for a month or two after), was A. I was uncomfortable with public restrooms outside my home environment, and let's face it, public bathrooms aren't always the cleanest, and B. A slight fear of the flushing noise. However, that was quelled by a tiny mischievous side of me. I remember trying to calm my unease around public bathrooms, and in a weird way, rebel against that particular toilet, I simply plopped onto it, and began grunting and releasing. My bladder went first, soaked through my dark pants and into the toilet below. Meanwhile, my poop slithered out into the back of my pants. Wiping up, I dumped the poop out of my sweatpants and into the toilet below. Hiking my pants up, I washed my hands. I was still a bit freaked out by the flushing noise so I didn't flush (And let's face it, there are some toilets with insanely loud flushes), and left the bathroom. Throughout the rest of the day I either peed in intervals into my pants, thankful of their dark color, or, if it was poop, improvised. Like for instance, making sure no one could see me, I would go behind a book case, slide my pants down, do my dooty on the floor, pull up my pants, and go on my way. That was a fun day
  25. So this has been in the works for a good long while, and finally I finished it. This is going to be an ongoing story unlike the others I've posted here and also unlike the others this is going to have male wetting in it. Before this story begins, a patented Clom disclaimer: This story is the first one I'm writing that is going to have male desperation and scenes properly devoted to male peeing. HOWEVER: There will be no male messing scenes. Male messing is still of no interest to me and any scene involving it will be for female characters only. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Just a blurb so people can read what to expect besides the usual stuff: Riley Walker is a girl with a knack for thievery. She can pick a lock, hotwire a car and ride a motorbike with the best of them. With her friend, Lev, a boy with a talent for hacking and electronics, she travels the desolate planet of Atticus VII, scraping a living with any crime syndicate in need of her services. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter I: District Delta It was meant to be a simple job for Riley and her friend Lev. A girl like Riley could do any petty job thrown at her by any syndicate on the planet and she’d get results. It was never anything special, boosting a car or two from some moron who couldn’t make his payments, an illicit street race down the ruined highways of Atticus for wagers and pink slips, and everything in-between. The point being that if it was do with cars or motorbikes, illegal or otherwise, Riley was the girl to do it. So when Riley had turned in a “repossessed” roadster on behalf of Quadrant Alpha’s Russian crime ring, she didn’t take too kindly to being refused payment. The bounty for the car, ten thousand credits, was a fair price for a simple job, but as Riley pulled the roadster into the back alley garage, it became quickly apparent that the boss had no interest in paying her. “Ain’t my call, and don’t go chasing it. Get the fuck out of this town and say nothing more about it.” The mechanic, a thick bodied Russian, had told them with a hostile tone, shooing them away from his garage. Riley was pissed, of course she would be. She was, feeling like there wasn’t much choice, content with getting out of town with nothing more than a furrowed brow and a few curse words. Unfortunately for Riley, Lev couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Trouble had followed him around like his own shadow and once he’d discovered, while he was casually browsing his tablet, a backdoor into the accounts of the local crime syndicate that’d refused to pay them for a job well done, Lev couldn’t help but attempt to put his years of expertise as a hacker to use. The thing was, Lev was arrogant; He didn’t expect such a low-end crime syndicate to have even an ounce of decent cyber-security if any. But the boy was proven wrong when a built-in virtual intelligence within their vault had detected an unauthorized attempt to withdraw funds from it. Alarms rang and the VI controlling the vault had traced the point of entry to Lev's tablet. Both of them had to make a quick getaway, but not without company. For the whole night, Riley and Lev were hounded by a bounty hunter of the syndicate they’d tried to swindle. Riley took her motorbike down the long stretch of highway, toward one of the largest cities on Atticus VII: District Delta. It was early morning when Riley pulled into the charger station in the lower boroughs of District Delta. The few inhabited skyscrapers and houses still gleamed with a neon red glow within the deeper slums of the city. The two suns of Atticus were rising over the cityscape, tinting the sky with an orange glow over the clouds of grey smog. Riley pulled up to the nearest station to charge up her bike. The small charger station greeted her with a quiet hum as the neon blue hue of the station was taken by the darkness of her bike’s black paintjob. The station was empty, not many people awake yet which meant Riley and Lev were the only ones there. She killed the bike’s engine, the loud high-pitched rumbling died down to silence. She lifted her helmet and shook the sleep from her eyes, her dark brown ponytail swinging with the tired movements of her head. Riley was a stunning girl, twenty years old, long brown hair she kept in a ponytail, and a face that rarely smiled. Brushing the dust off her biker’s jacket, Riley breathed in the polluted morning air. Riding all night had left her black jacket and cargo pants dusty. “You think they’re far behind?” She turned and asked Lev. Lev hopped off the motorbike and stretched. He was younger than Riley; Seventeen, but he looked younger than he was. His hair was short and shaggy, like it hadn’t seen a comb in a while and his face was skinny with a few freckles on his cheeks. He dressed like Riley, a set of biking gear with only one distinction: his jacket was grey. He took off his helmet and sat it on the seat. “They were far behind two hours ago when you turned off that ramp. I’d say we’re good for now.” Riley nodded. Outrunning that bastard of a bounty hunter had put her in a rare good mood this morning. Nobody could match her when it came to her and her bike. She’d been riding since she was thirteen. Seven years of her life on the seat of her Vortex V1. “Alright, I guess we’ve got time to get our beauty charged up. You jacked the full bounty right? Ten thousand credits?” Lev pulled out his tablet from his bag and began flipping through some pages on the holographic screen. The screen lit up and Lev looked to Riley with a nervous glance. “We’ve got two thousand credits, more than enough to get your bike charged up.” Suddenly, Riley felt her smug look melt into misery. “Two thousand? You mean to tell me we’ve been on the run the whole night, chased by a bounty hunter, for a measly two thousand credits?” Two thousand credits would charge up her bike and if they were lucky two nights at the dingiest motel in the district. Riley took a deep breath, she couldn’t believe it, their lives were worth two thousand credits. Lev chuckled nervously. “Well… two thousand two hundred credits. I’d have taken more but I didn’t think some Russian crooks would have such a sophisticated security system.” He rubbed at the back of his neck and smiled like that would stop Riley from clobbering him. “You know, it’s better than what you’ve put together the last week. If it wasn’t for me you’d be riding out of that Quadrant with zero credits!” "And no bounty hunter crawling up my ass either..." Riley grumbled, knowing that Lev was right. It was the fact that he was right that made her that little bit more pissed off. “Charge the damn bike.” Riley chucked her helmet at Lev, who in surprise nearly failed to catch it. “I gotta go take a leak.” She stormed off across the foreground and off around the back of the station. “And pull the damn thing further into the station, it’s easy to see there!” On her walk up the dank sidealley, a flickering commercial board caught Riley’s attention. It was the only light she had in the dark dingy alleyway. That was all those old advertisement screens were good for now: Lighting the dark streets. The board crackled, an image of the planet coupled with the known symbol of Trident corporation flickered on the neon screen, illuminating the small pathway with a bright neon glow. Come To Atticus VII. Your Future With Trident Corp. Starts Today. The writing read in large neon white lights. “Bullshit.” Riley scoffed. “Nothing left here but everybody the rest of the galaxy doesn't want.” She hadn’t been born at the time of the cataclysm, the series of earthquakes no doubt caused by Trident Corporations greed for the planet’s minerals that had forced all operations on Atticus VII to halt indefinitely. But since that day, the once prosperous planet had now become a hive of crime syndicates, terrorists, and political exiles who needed to escape the ever watching eye of Trident Corp. Riley ignored the board, wondering why somebody would waste electricity keeping the dumb thing lit, and continued off toward the toilet. The rusty old door opened but the bathroom was pitch black. Riley knew it was the bathroom, no other place gave such a welcoming stench. It repulsed her, it always did. She looked back down the alleyway toward the foreground and decided since the station was empty that she could just do it in the alleyway. Nobody would see if she squatted down behind a dumpster and took a piss there. But as Riley was unzipping her trousers she caught the sight of an old security camera scanning the station. The camera beeped and suddenly it’s attention was on Riley, watching the girl as she held her unzipped trousers up with one hand. “Criminal activity detected: Violation of Law segment 2B1F: Public indecency, in progress.” A robotic voice chirped. “Failure to cease will result in immediate alarm and contact of nearest law enforcement agency.” “Yeah, yeah…” She sighed and began to zip her trousers back up, knowing the camera would pester her until she complied. “What idiot even wastes energy on those things anymore…” Security cameras were a dead technology on Atticus, a waste of electricity for most places. If it didn’t have a gun mounted to it, it wasn’t doing much protecting. Frustrated, Riley zipped her trousers back up and gestured angrily to her crotch, making sure the camera got a good view of her trousers with the zipper up. The artificial intelligence, or whatever was manning the camera, was pleased with Riley’s actions “Criminal activity 2B1F: Public indecency, deterred. Resuming surveillance routine.” The voice chirped and the camera moved on, continuing to scan the station. Riley grumbled, she hated using public toilets, especially these kinds, the filthy kind of that greeted you by stench and not by sight first, but after so long on the highway she couldn’t hold it any longer. She had been willing just to do it behind a dumpster she was that desperate. Being in the headlights of that bounty hunter’s car gave her and Lev no time for anything. Even when she thought they’d lost them along an old storm drain they still couldn’t even have a simple piss break before they were in the headlights of the bounty hunter’s car once again and zooming down the long expanse of the Atticus highway. The bathroom lights came to life with a dying buzz as Riley flicked the switch. The long fluorescent light flickering above lit up the graffiti-laden walls with a nauseating blue tint. Riley sighed, held her nose and walked stiffly to the stall. Just as she expected, a small steel toilet in a cramped cubicle more fitting for a prison. She hated this, the seat was always cold on her butt and god knows how many people had just pissed all over it. Guess I’m just hovering over the seat. She began undoing her trousers again. She was just about to hover over the steel bowl and finally take a piss when she heard the bathroom door creak open. A woman talking aloud on her cell phone entered the poorly lit facilities. “Yes, I’m still tracking them. Been following them down the highway the whole night.” The woman had a smooth voice, New Russian. “Vortex V1, nice bike, not that hard to keep track of.” Suddenly, Riley froze. Vortex V1... that was the model of her bike. Her whole body tensed up as she quickly realized who the woman speaking was; It was the bounty hunter. Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. She thought; it would be just her shitty luck that they’d appear as she was finally about to take a piss she so urgently needed. Riley zipped up her trousers, once again unrelieved and stood quietly in the stall. She couldn’t let the bounty hunter know she was here, she had to be quiet, deathly quiet. There was a sound like something being put by the sink. Riley watched as a pair of black boots walked past her stall and into the one beside her. The door slammed shut and the lock clicked. “I have to ask though, is this really worth it for such a measly amount of credits?” It went quiet for a moment, the only sound Riley could hear was the woman as she began to relieve herself, the sound of her powerful stream striking the metal bowl resonated through the bathroom, teasing her. “Yeah, I know: Sending a message and all that. You want them dead or alive?” Riley bit her lip, not only from fear but the pain in her bladder. The sound of the woman’s piss striking the metal toilet was conjuring the fantasy of her pulling her own trousers down, hovering over the bowl and finally taking that long-needed piss she'd been holding in for so long. She could’ve if she was feeling brave; the woman didn’t know she was in here, but she knew she couldn’t. She couldn’t undo her trousers, hover her ass over the filthy bowl and let loose. The very second the woman zipped up and was headed back to her car, she needed to be out with Lev and halfway into District Delta. “Heh… alright. I’ll make sure to aim for the head.” The woman chuckled. “I’ll call you once the job’s finished.” The phone beeped to signal the calls end and the woman finished up in the toilet. Just like Riley, the bounty hunter clearly didn't have time to take a piss break as her stream persisted for a near minute. That had been an agonizing forty seconds for Riley, listening to the woman’s stream striking the toilet had tortured her bladder like a cruel nightmare. She crossed her legs, squeezing them together tightly and bit her lip. The woman zipped up and headed out, back over to the sinks. “Alright my friend, let’s go hunt us some brats.” Riley shuddered, and for a moment thought she was going to piss herself as she heard the sound of a gun being loaded. The door to the bathroom slammed shut. Riley breathed a sigh of relief and counted to ten. Once she hit ten she’d run out, back to her bike and get the fuck out of here before the bounty hunter could notice. She hoped it would take her a while to recognize her since she’d rode with her helmet on for the whole night, but once she’d get a look at her Vortex V1, she’d pick up their trail right where she left off. “And ten!” With that, Riley shot out of the bathroom, down the side alley and toward the foreground. Her full bladder didn’t make running easy; it made it painful. Horrendously painful. She was sure a leak or two escaped but she couldn’t tell for certain, and she didn’t care; pissing herself was preferable to a bullet in the head. Lev was by the motorbike, waiting for Riley. He had a face of horror as Riley gestured for him to get on the bike. She grabbed her helmet, put it on, and quickly started up the engine. "Woah, what's got you all jittery?" Lev spluttered, speaking as fast as he could speak. "Bounty hunter. Get your damn helmet on, we've gotta roll." With a powerful rev of the bike's engine, Riley pulled out of the charger station and back onto the main road leading into the lower boroughs of District Delta. There was no way the bounty hunter didn’t hear that noisy exit. The Vortex V1 had a very distinct sound, one that easily drew attention; And Riley was right in thinking so. A sleek muscle car pulled out of the charger station, smoke rising from it’s wheels as the engine’s roar echoed over the streets. A V28 Mustang, one of the finest muscle cars in the entire galaxy. Carbon-fiber frame, built in nitrous tank, light and sleek design, all topped off with a one thousand volt engine that gave that stallion a fearful edge over any competitor. That was the car that was now pursuing Riley and Lev through the foggy streets of the lower boroughs. It was fast, almost matching the speed of the Vortex V1, but it couldn’t maneuver as easily. It may have been a sleek ride, but it still wasn’t enough to match the agility of a motorbike. Riley turned off at the first street she could, further down into the foggy streets of the the district’s ghettos. The fog and dimly lit streets made it difficult for her to see, but she found her way. The old apartments buildings loomed over her, passing by like flashes of light as she got the bike to it's top speed. Behind her, the rumbles of a loud engine hounded her like a lion. The Mustang was close behind, tailing the bike, it’s grill a few inches away from her tail. A gunshot echoed through the air. Riley felt the hairs on her neck rise as a second shot echoed. She gained speed and shifted along the road to avoid the gunshots. Her heart had never felt so close to beating out of her chest as a third shot echoed in the morning air. Lev grasped Riley’s waist tightly with fear. She kept weaving between the road and the curb, making it difficult for the bounty hunter to aim her shots. The Mustang didn’t struggle to match the Vortex V1’s speed through the narrow streets. It was only on the corners Riley felt like she could lose the car. The Mustang couldn't turn as quickly, drifting around with a screech of it’s burning tires, but on the straight roads it was near impossible to lose it. The Mustang's speed and acceleration rivaled her bike on the straight roads. She cut along the pavement, making sure the Mustang couldn’t take advantage and ram the back of her bike as she tried to turn the last corner. She turned down onto a long street and floored it, pushing the bike to it’s limit. The cityscape of District Delta came closer into view. The car caught up quickly, the beam of it’s headlights and vicious roar of it’s engine were right behind her. Riley could feel the warmth of it’s headlights as the driver managed to pull alongside Riley’s bike. Riley knew what the bounty hunter was trying; She was going to try and spin her out. One good hit to the tail of her bike and she’d have them both on the cold concrete. That kind of maneuver though, that gave Riley an idea: If she could hit the brakes at the right time, she’d be able to avoid the sideswipe and get behind the Mustang. It would have to turn and catch up, there'd be no way it could catch up easily if Riley turned back, breaking off from the main road and sticking to the narrow streets and alleyways while the Mustang was recovering from it’s failed maneuver. It needed to be timed right, just as the Mustang was coming in to ram the bike. Riley took a deep breath, clutching the handlebars with a finger on the brakes. Just as the car went to swipe the rear of the bike Riley slammed the brakes. Rubber began smoking along the concrete as the tires screeched to a halt. The force nearly knocked her off as the rear of the bike lifted into the air. Riley cringed as she felt Lev’s hands dig into her waist as he couldn’t anticipate the sudden stop. His hands pressed uncomfortably against her bladder, any tighter and she was sure that she would’ve undone herself and pissed right there and then. The Mustang, still at full speed, flew past the halting bike. The angle the driver had come in at to spin the bike out, as well as their speed, forced their car to spin out instead in a glory of smoke and screeching tires. The rear of the bike crashed down and knocked Riley and Lev up. Riley hissed, the jolt was powerful enough that she felt a spurt escape into her underwear. It wasn’t small either, she could feel a large wet patch dampening her crotch. That didn’t matter now, she had to ignore it and keep going. Once she was free from the chase, she could pull her pants down and piss in the street for all she cared, she'd go anywhere at this point. She spun the bike around and drove down the way she came, making sure to turn off and down into a narrow alleyway, too narrow for the Mustang to pursue them. The side-paths and alleyways led out onto another road underneath a now defunct railroad overhead, half a mile away from the main road she'd turned around on. Riley pulled the bike into a narrow side alley and killed the engine. She could hear the roar of the Mustang's engine nearby, a few streets behind it sounded like. This was a good enough place for them to hold out now that she’d bought them a moment. Once the car vanished into the distance, she could find a place to piss and then head off into the district. "Keep quiet, Lev. Just for now." Riley whispered without any real reason. It was like instinct. With the silence of the city, all Riley's mind could linger on was her bladder. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but now Riley could feel just how desperately she needed to piss. She couldn't even say she had to, she needed to more than anything at this point. Her bladder burned and the lightheadedness from the high made it difficult to keep strength in her quivering muscles. It felt like somebody was trying to fit the whole ocean into her already full bladder. Riley gritted her teeth and pushed her crotch as hard as she could into the seat of the bike, trying to stop anymore leaks from staining her underwear. “Gah! Fuck!” She cursed as she felt the warm patch that had leaked into her underwear push a dampness against her lower lips. Any other situation, she would’ve jumped off the bike, dropped her trousers here and taken a piss right beside the bike. There’s nothing she wanted more; the pain between her legs, the burning in her pisshole was getting too much to bear. She considered it, oh she considered with great thought but with the bounty hunter nearby she needed to be ready for a quick getaway. It would be an unfitting end if she was caught with her trousers down, squatting with a puddle of piss pooling around her boots. If she couldn’t find a moment to piss soon she’d be going on the bike. Her thoughts rushed into nothingness as she heard the roar of a car engine nearby. She'd been so caught up in thinking of pissing that she hadn't noticed that the sound of the car wasn't getting further away, it was getting closer. A bright set of headlights stared down the long street, illuminating the buildings and the rusted railroad supports with a blinding white light. She heard the car pull up, the engine gently rumbling as it came to a stop. “Shit!” An angry woman yelled, followed by the frustrated slam of a door. Riley’s shit luck had caught up with her again as the bounty hunter had pulled off onto this street to vent her frustration. She had no idea her targets were just a few feet away, lying low in the shadows of a dark alleyway. They were trapped. She couldn’t just drive out, she remembered the gun the bounty hunter had on her. If she tried to make a clean getaway up the street they’d be an easy target. Riley needed a quicker way to escape, and as she scanned the surroundings, something caught her attention. Another alleyway across the street. Riley saw it, so did Lev. A bunch of sheet metal and pallets hastily stacked caught her eye. Riley smirked. She knew what she could do; those stacked up sheets of metal made a perfect ramp for a motorbike. If she could hit the jump, she could clear the wall and be away before the bounty hunter could catch up. It would take a certain kind of crazy to do such a dumbass, daredevil antic, and Riley was that kind of crazy. She pushed the urges of her bladder to the back of her mind and focused on the alleyway ahead. This needed to be perfect, she needed the right speed, the right angle, everything had to be perfect. She welcomed the challenge, smirking as she flipped the visor of her helmet down. “Think you can do it?” Lev asked. Her bladder didn’t matter anymore, nothing around her mattered. All she could see was the ramp; their escape route. She chuckled. “Just you watch me.” She revved the bike’s engine once, twisting the handlebar to get a feel for it. She revved it again and on the count of three let go of the brake. The wind pounded against her helmet as she rode along the street at top speed, across the middle of the road and down into the opposite alley. A gunshot echoed in the air, narrowly missing the bike and it’s riders. Riley felt her heart skip a beat. Lev’s hands squeezed tighter around her waist in fear, pushing against her bladder once again. Riley couldn’t think about it now but she was reminded as his hands shook with the vibrations of the bike, shaking her body and bringing the full feeling of her bladder to the front of her mind. The wheels scraped the bottom of the sheet metal, and Riley panicked as she felt the bike jolt as it rode up the sheet of metal. But she didn’t lose control, the speed she was going it was impossible to be on the ramp long enough for it to collapse under the bike’s weight. It had worked, the bike took off and over the wall. For a brief moment, it felt like she was flying. The sky felt closer than the ground as the bike rose. Riley couldn’t believe it, she’d pulled off the dumbest move she could think of and better yet... succeeded. She felt butterflies in her stomach, an adrenaline high unlike any before that made her whole body tingle. Down the bike came with a thud, the bikes suspension lifted them both from the seat and back down with a bump. It was then, Riley felt it... It was the jump that did it; the jolt of her body as the bike hit the ground undid all the effort Riley had put into holding her bladder. Riley felt her face drop; She'd held it through gunshots and a high speed chase through the lower city, but one dumbass stunt of her own doing was all her body needed to finally turn the valve on her bladder. Her muscles, already weak from her efforts to hold it, unclenched and without warning Riley began to feel a flood of piss pouring out from between her legs, spraying out into her trousers and underwear. It wasn’t subtle, it was a warm flood pouring out into her trousers, a flood of hot piss that her bladder couldn’t hold any longer drenching her lower body, pooling around her buttcheeks and thighs. Riley had no choice but to keep riding, enduring the growing sea as it spread out into her trousers; she felt her underwear cling to her thighs and the inside of her buttcrack, they felt warm and unpleasantly damp. She could feel her stream spreading down her legs, wetting her lower legs and trousers, creeping slowly into her boots. She could let herself enjoy the momentary relief she was feeling at least. Coupled with the adrenaline high she was currently feeling, it felt as good as an orgasm, a wave of pleasure shot up her spine and filled every inch of her body. Riley moaned with pleasure, she had held all that in for the entire night and now it was flooding out of her in one large wave. It was warm, it was wet and Riley hated every second of it, but at the same time she loved it, finally she was relieved. But her bike… the warm dampness of her piss pressed against her backside, wetting her back further and soaking her ass as well as the seat of her bike. She’d pissed herself on her bike… her most prized possession... and she’d christened it with a stream of piss. A mile or two east, Riley had no choice but to pull them into another alleyway. She had to inspect the damage, and the morning winds as she rode had caused the pool of piss to quickly become crotch-numbingly chilly. Riley pulled her bike into a random alleyway and killed the engine. All she could hear was total silence. They were safe for the moment, for definite this time. She took off her helmet and looked down at her crotch, frowning as a dripping puddle of piss pooled from her crotch and down the leather seat of her bike. “Hey, Riley… I… the seat feels warm…” Lev sounded as embarrassed as Riley felt. He didn’t say anything else, but his reddened cheeks and shy eyes said more than his words could. “No shit.” She replied bitterly, letting her thighs be refreshed with the warm dampness pooling around her ass. She slumped down, her backside pressing against the wet seat, squishing and squelching with the movement of her buttcheeks. “You mind keeping a lookout?” She asked casually, pretending that she wasn't sitting in a pool of her own piss. “I’ve got to change…” Lev hopped off the bike and hung his helmet on the handlebars. “Y-Yeah, sure. Actually, I’ve gotta go take a pee myself.” He unzipped his jacket and hung it over his helmet, exposing his arms to the chilly morning air. There was always a spare change of clothes in one of the saddlebags. Some clean underwear and a spare pair of black rider’s trousers. Riley quickly wiped herself off with a wet wipe, wiped off the puddle from the leather seat and changed into her spare clothes. As she changed, Lev used the time to empty his own bladder, relieving himself against a wall in the alleyway. Riley was envious, extremely envious that Lev had the pleasure of peeing freely. The boy had held it in all night just like she had and it was obvious as he pissed for a good minute, his piss steaming up in the morning air as it splattered against the cold concrete wall and pooled around his boots. “Haa…” He sighed, shaking off the final drops and zipping his trousers back up. He looked at Riley with a red face and low eyes, almost looking guilty that he could enjoy that. “You good?” Riley nodded meekly as she looked down at the saddlebag now containing her soiled trousers. “Good thing they’re waterproof… and easy to clean.” She mumbled to herself about the saddlebags. “Yeah, I’m done. You finished up too?” Lev stretched and looked back to the large puddle he had made now running down the sidewalk. He leant up against the bike and pulled out his tablet from the other saddlebag “I took a look through some encrypted channels while you were in the toilet; to see if there was any work for you.” He turned his tablet for Riley, showing her a small map and some details of a little town within the lower city. “There’s a small slums on the west side docks. It’s Yakuza territory, no way a Russian would go near that place. I’d say it’s as good a place as any to lie low… might even have some work for you.” Lev grabbed his helmet and jacket. “What do you say?” A crime syndicate, right under District Delta’s nose. Everything there may be supplied illegally, but it would also be cheap. To Riley, a town dealing in shady activities right under the law enforcement's nose would feel like home. She grinned and sat back on her bike, clutching her helmet in her hands. “I say let’s get going before the suns rise. I haven’t had udon in ages.” She grinned with joy, just like she had earlier that morning. They rode out from the alley and with a screech of her bike’s tires, Riley rode full speed down the empty street, down towards the western docks of District Delta.