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I'm just gonna list them! 1. Armchair Just cover up in a cozy blanket and let it go! It'll warm you up completely! If you pee enough it'll spread to your back and your thighs get a great soak! Especially with pants on! 2. Bed A classic but great one! Use a protective cover and do it! Hold and let go once you go to bed/try to sleep! The warmth and relief will make you even sleepier!!! And don't be scared to tinkle it all out! 3. Next to the toilet The frustration of knowing I could have made it just adds to the vibe yk Peeing yourself right before your goal is just WOW 4. Jeans Also a classic but seeing your mess spreading itself around your legs and it tinkling all over the floor is so relaxing and gives warmth a new meaning! Or feeling it spread when you're sitting/laying down! 5. Container I usually do that when I'm too lazy to use the bathroom and clean up or when the bathroom is occupied. Hearing the desperate trickles of your pee is so great and it gives you a mess free but relaxing relief! (If you aim and don't miss!) 6.A towel I usually do that to not wet the bed too much, I just scrunch it up and hold it against my crotch and start to pee, I just love it when it soaks through and trickles all over my handssssss! And splashes onto the bed and warms me in a puddle when I take the towel away! 7.when doing my morning stretches Just wow! Just having your pee run down legs as you stretch makes it 100× more relaxing! Especially when it runs down your entire leg! 8. Onto my hands Not really fitting but I just love it when I cant hold it any longer and it runs down my hands as I try to hold it in with my hands, I usually get onto my knees to try and keep it in but the way it warms my hands and how it reliefs me just has me losing my control as I wait in my puddle to finish!

I exploded as soon as it filmed man- Might post a femboy pic lv_0_20220923165434.mp4 lv_0_20220923165434.mp4 of me in a skirt later~

Characters Dan: Buff guy Green eyes tan skinned and is bald wears Jeans and a red t-shirt Amy: Blond hair Blue eyes pale skinned Good Body wears blue jeans and a orange sweeter Emma: Blond hair Blue eyes tan skinned Good Body wears blue jeans and white t-shirt with a blakc jacket on 18 years ago 2 lover Dan and Amy are trying to have a baby but it never works They try and try and try but Amy never get pregnant till one day the here of a man that can grant 1 wish Dan: Oh my god Amy you know what this means. Amy: Yes Dan we can finally have a baby but you know nothing comes for free Dan: I'm willing to pay any price Amy: ok then let's see if this is real After 3 days of traveling Amy and Dan make it to the wishing mans house Dan: I think this is the place Amy: lets hope (Dan knocks on the door) Man: hello welcome to my home are you here for the wish Dan: YES we have come for a wish we want a baby Man: I see you want your wife to be pregnant but you know nothing comes for free Dan: I know that just name a price I will pay it Man: No no no I'm not wanting money. I will be putting a curse on your future kid. Cut to 18 years later Amy: Happy birthday Emma Emma: thanks mom Dan: can't believe you're already 18 year old Amy: ya just seems like yesterday you were just a Baby Dan: Well, let's go out to dinner for your birthday. birthday Emma where do you want to go Emma: how about cheddars Dan: sounds good to me Amy: ya lets get ready Later that night at Cheddars Dan: you better slow down there Emma your one your 5th tea you going to have to pee relly bad later Emma: It's fine Dad, I can hold my pee in for a long time. I mean I never have had an accident after I got out of diapers. Amy: ya you were a easy baby to potty train Dan: I was just playing with you Amy: Well were all done with dinner so lets pay and had out you need to go to sleep soon it's still a school night Emma: Ya buy let me head to the bathroom first, Dan: tea already catching up to you Emma: shut up Dad (Emma walks up to the bathroom) Emma: Dam Closed well i guess i can hold it (Emma walks Back) Dan: man that was a fast piss Emma: well the bathroom was closed so I will just go at home Dan: ok well then let's go On the car ride home Emma bladder just keep filling and filling she started to feel it but did say anything just thinking Emma: only 5 more minutes till we are home man i never had to pee like this in my life Dan: Emma Are you ok Emma: Ya Dad I'm fine just need to pee a little Dan: ok were only 4 minutes away 2 more minutes have passed and They hit a speed bump in the neighborhood This shacks Emma's Bladder which is already passed full she almost lets a little out At this point her hands are in here crotch and she is needing to pee Dan: Emma are you alright Emma: Ya just really need to pee Amy: well we're almost home so no need to worry As the pull in to the driveway and Dan puts the car in park Emma jumps out of the car And goes to the door she lucky had a key in her left pocket but as she reached into that pocket there was no key Emma: FUCK I don't have my key As she run back to the car a little pee comes out make a little wet spot on her jeans Emma: MOM MOM do you have the keys to the house Amy: yes (as she throws the keys to Emma) Emma: thank god Emma runs back to the door and a little more pee comes out make the wet spot big As she try to put the key in its not going in she tries and try's wail more pee is coming out she finally gets the key in and unlocks the door as she bolts to the bathroom she goes to open the door and its locked she looks in horror as she tries to open the door again but there was no time as her bladder gave out no matter what see did there was not stopping it as here jeans started to get darker a warm sensation fills here body and a gold puddle start getting growing under here she starred cry. Emma: no no I peed myself I was right I front of the bathroom And as soon as her bladder was empty and her jeans were socked the bathroom door opened Emma: what is my luck Amy and Dan walk in Dan: Emma did you… oh As they see there 18 year old daughter cry over a puddle of her own pee End of Chapter 1

I wanted to change into some grey sweatpants to Wet but couldn't open the pants and started to get super frustrated (when I'm stressed in any way badly I always need to pee) so is started squirming around to avoid another wetting, the squirming made it harder to get the buttons open and I started to leak down my thigh so I got even more frustrated and leaked again so I just said fuck it and with a small push i peed all over them (I get shy sometimes even when I'm alone lol) and I tried varied ways of standing to spread it as much as I could around the jeans for warmth and comfort. It was all out with 2-3 pushed. It would flow for a while after each push but stopped even tho I was farm from relieved so there had to be a few pushes~ The sound of it dripping onto my floor was so awesome and relaxing, it made it a bit easier for me to pee. It didn't really go to the end of the jeans because their wide but it still soaked my socks good...~w~ahh I just love it so much, the warmth,comfort and relief! ^w^ I'm getting another urge as I write this! (Ik I wet quite alot but yk, more stuff to post and more relief!) Front and back pics, my pants are quite small because I'm kinda short lololol

Hey once again people of the interwebs! I am here to bring some more Ace Attorney omo content! I will be splitting each game into a different topic and covering every case in the series with an omo twist! This topic will include... 1-1 The First Toiletbout 1-2 Toiletbout Sisters 1-3 Toiletbout Samurai 1-4 Toiletbout Goodbyes 1-5 Rise From The Puddle I will be releasing these as soon as possible so please check back soon!

I stopped the hold and peed myself all over my armchair when I got distracted by something while being on my phone. I'm still currently sitting on the soaked spot and there's still coming some pee out of me once ever few seconds, the warm feeling when it runs down just feels so goooooood I wish it would last forever. I really love being warm especially on my legs so wetting is the best thing I can do in cold winters or always. And earlier I was normally using the toilet and I dropped the toilet paper Role and got up without think while I was still peeing and it felt so good! Definitely gonna wet for the whole night !

View File Desperate Wetting in Front of Toilet After getting more drunk than expected at a friends birthday party. I came home absolutely desperate to piss. As soon as I walked in the door I ripped my jeans off just leaving my under layer I had on to stay warm. I make it to the front of the toilet and start to piss myself, collapsing to the floor in relief as I continue to soak my pants. This is the first time I have ever wet anywhere in my home besides the shower. It felt AMAZING! Submitter bdp Submitted 09/24/2022 Category Male  

Preface: This is a story created with the assistance of the site: novelai an Artificial Intelligent story-making website. The main characters are Callie and Marie Inkling. I had limited input on the story so some parts might be inconsistent. Hope you enjoy! Marie had been holding her pee all day long. Her cousin, Callie, was in the recording studio, filming some clips for an upcoming song. Marie is behind a curtain, desperately trying to hold her pee. There is no way Marie can make it to a potty before peeing her panties. Callie walks up next to her and whispers "I think you're going to have to use your diaper soon." "No, I'm fine," Marie replies. Callie walks back to the other side of the room and continues filming. Marie feels so uncomfortable with this constant pressure on her bladder. She knows she's going to have to go pee very soon. Marie begins dancing around, trying to shake off the feeling that she needs to go. "You should probably use a diaper now," says Callie. Marie quickly reaches into her pocket and pulls out a diaper. It's one of her favorites: The 'Fancy Diaper' from Luv U Baby. She looks at the clock and realizes she has less than ten minutes until Callie leaves. "Okay, Callie," she says as she puts the diaper on under her skirt. "I'll be done in just a minute." Marie dances around some more, hoping to get the urge to poop out of her body. She doesn't want to go in her diaper! But she also doesn't feel like pissing her pants or wetting herself either. She has never felt so desperate to pee before. A few minutes pass by and Marie realizes there are only three minutes left before Callie will leave. She makes up her mind to try to hold it for another five minutes. She turns her head toward the camera. "Hey, Callie?" she asks. "Do you think you could stay a little bit longer? I really need to go pee right now!" Callie smiles and nods. "But... I'd rather not go in my diaper..." she adds. "I promise I won't do anything weird if you stay." Marie steps out from behind the curtain and walks over to Callie. She tries to ignore the feeling of her full bladder. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it," she says. Callie looks at the clock and immediately jumps up from her chair. "Shit, we've got about two minutes left! Sorry, Marie," she says with a laugh. Marie takes the diaper off and puts it aside. She starts dancing again, but the pressure on her bladder gets even worse. She feels like she's going to burst. "Okay, let's go!" Callie says. "We might have to improvise a little bit!" As they walk towards the toilet, Marie holds her bladder tight. She finally notices a plastic bag lying on the floor. She picks it up and opens it. Inside is a small, white dildo. "Oh, what the hell?!" she whispers. "Callie, what the fuck is this?" Callie doesn't answer. Instead, she takes her hand out of her pocket and shows Marie the video camera. The camera is pointed at the ground. "I told you I wouldn't do anything weird," Callie whispers. Marie watches Callie's face. There is nothing there but pure, unadulterated lust. "Come on, Callie," Marie says. "What's gotten into you? What kind of sick game are you playing here?" Callie laughs. "This isn't a game, silly!" she says. "It's called roleplay. And it's fucking awesome!" Marie looks up at the clock. One minute left. "Okay, okay," Marie says. "Let's just do this. Whatever you want. Just please don't pee your pants. This is humiliating enough as it is." Callie takes the dildo out of the bag and puts it on the ground. She then sits down on the toilet, facing Marie. "Okay, it's time to take care of business," Callie says. "Get ready." Marie feels her heart beating faster than ever. She wonders if she's going to be able to hold it. "Hold your breath," Callie says. "And think about how badly you need to pee." Marie does as she's told. She closes her eyes and focuses on trying to hold it. "Good girl," Callie says. "Now... let it go!" The sudden pressure on her bladder pushes the pee out of her body. It flows straight through her panties, soaking them completely. "Oh, shit," Marie says in shock. The pee flows out of Marie's pussy. Her thighs and stockings are soaked with hot piss. "That was amazing," Callie says. "I love watching girls pee their pants." Marie can't believe what she's hearing. She's pissed all over herself in front of her cousin. "Callie, I didn't mean to-" "Hey, it's okay, honey," Callie responds. "Now it's my turn to pee in your mouth!" Callie stands up, removes her black dress, and pulls down her panties. She squats down in front of Marie, aiming her ass at her open mouth. "Open wide," she says. "Wait... I change my mind. Give me your diaper," Callie adds. She takes the diaper from Marie's hands and puts it on. Callie pulls it down to her thighs. Then she sits back down. "Now close your eyes and pretend I'm peeing in your diaper," Callie says. Marie obeys. She keeps her eyes closed, waiting for Callie to finish. Callie licks Marie's pussy before letting out her pee into the diaper. Callie moans, letting out a lot of pee. "I really needed that," she says. "Thanks." Marie opens her eyes, still unsure what to say. "Don't worry, Marie," Callie says. "We're family. Marie turns bright red and she starts fidgeting. "What's wrong?" Asks Callie. "I need to go potty again..." Marie responds. "Can I use your nappy?" "Of course," Callie answers. "Go ahead and sit down." Marie sits down on the toilet seat, facing Callie. Callie takes of her diaper, giving it to Marie. Marie sniffs the diaper before putting it on, noting that Callie's pee was still warm. She pulls her skirt up and tapes the diaper on. "There," she says. "I'm good as new." Marie gives Callie a big smile. "Thank you, Callie," she says. "I really appreciate you helping me out like that." Callie grabs her phone and turns it on, making sure the camera is on. "Okay, Marie," she says. "Give me a hug." Marie places her arms around Callie, who holds onto Marie tightly. "Are you done peeing yet?" Callie asks. Marie shakes her head, unable to speak. Callie laughs and lets go of Marie. "How about I help you out? Would you like that?" Marie nods. She closes her eyes and waits for Callie to pee in her mouth again. She feels something warm and wet on her lips. When she opens her eyes, she sees Callie squatting in front of her. "Just relax," Callie says. "I'm going to take care of this." Callie lets go of her pee straight into Marie's mouth. Marie starts fidgeting even more, holding the diaper that is still warm with Callie's pee. Callie stands up, removes her dress, and pulls down her panties. "Let's see how much pee we can squeeze out," she says. Callie squats again, aiming her butt at Marie. "Hold your breath," she says. "And enjoy the show." Callie lets out a huge torrent of pee. It comes out so fast and hard, filling Marie's mouth up with urine. She squeezes her eyes shut as the warm piss fills her mouth. She can feel her pussy getting warmer and warmer. "That's it," Callie says after a few seconds. "Good job. Now let it all out." Marie opens her eyes. She's amazed by the amount of pee she consumed. "Wow," she says. "That tasted so good!" Marie starts wiggling on the toilet, really needing to pee in her diaper. Her legs start shaking as she feels her bladder pushing out more pee. "I think I'm gonna need some help here," she says. "I figured as much," Callie replies. "It must be really bad if you're having trouble peeing." Marie nods. "I'm going to take care of you now," Callie says. "Relax and let me work." Marie takes a deep breath, trying to relax. She closes her eyes once again and feels Callie's fingers touching her pussy. Callie rubs her clit, making Marie moan. "There we go," Callie says. "You're doing great." Callie moves her hands down and starts massaging Marie's pussy. She spreads her lips open and uses her finger to push inside. "Mmmm," Marie moans. "That feels so good." Callie presses her fingers in deeper. Marie arches her back, trying to make sure Callie can reach all her sensitive spots. Callie's hand touches Marie's wet diaper. She fingers Marie more until Marie starts cumming, followed by a yellow flow. "Ahh, yes!" Marie cries. "You did such a good job!" "Sorry for making you wait so long," Callie apologizes. "I couldn't resist." Marie giggles. Pee shoots out of her pussy and into her diaper; Callie's hand still inside. A loud trickling floods the bathroom stall. Callie twitches in shock as her hand becomes warm with Marie's pee. The nappy quickly overflows, dripping onto Callie's breasts. "Oh, wow!" Marie says. "I've never had an accident like this before!" Callie smiles and lets go of Marie's pee-soaked diaper. "Well, I guess you'll need more diapers today," she says. Marie can't stop laughing. "You're right," she says. "I think I'll just pee myself whenever I feel the urge from now on." Callie laughs and licks Marie's pussy clean before pulling up the girl's diaper. All the excess pee squirts out and soaks Callie's clothes. "Mmmm. That's so adorable! You are so cute with that wet diaper on!" Callie exclaims. She helps Marie get off the toilet, lifting up her dress to check out the mess. "I don't think we should take these off," Callie says. "Your diaper is already soaked, so you might as well leave it on." Marie nods. "It's so warm," Callie says. "I love the way it smells." They both giggle, happy to be soaked in each other's pee. fin

Before I start I want to get a few things out of the way. First thing’s first - I plan to post one chapter a week. I’m terrible at keeping a schedule, so no promises. But that’s the aim. Plot is a big part of the story. There will be chapters without any omorashi. Masterbation does happen (maybe sex at a later point, I’m still writing) but the focus is on desperation. As mentioned, I’m still writing. Some things might change in later chapters. I also don’t have an editor, so expect mistakes, and for the writing “style” to randomly shift. If you have any feedback, or see a typo or mistake, feel free to let me know. I want to improve, so any help would be great! Note: I write in British English (though I don’t come from Britain) At the start of each chapter, I’ll add a character’s name. They are the “POV” character, and any inner monologue will be from them. That said, the story is written in third person. Note: When out of costume (it’s a superhero story) their civilian name will be used. Otherwise, they will go by their hero/villain name. ==================== Chapter One Music Music power-walked through the empty alleyway. He was almost home, and not a moment too soon. His bladder, heavy and full, shuddered with every step. Things were getting dire. Just two more blocks. Music told himself. Two more blocks and then I can finally get out of this costume and actually piss! This was a terrible line of thought! Music was forced to a halt as he doubled over, squeezing himself as he felt a spurt shooting through his dick, stopped only by his hand. His legs were shaking, knees knocking together as he shifted back and forth, unable to keep still. C’mon, just gimme five. More. Minutes. Music groaned, whimpering as he squeezed his eyes shut. His fingers, pinching the head of his dick, felt warm as a spurt jetted out. One eye opened, and then the other. The urge had lessened and Music was able to breathe. Carefully, he removed his hands. A sigh of relief. He was safe, for now. Boom! Music jolted, a second spurt dampening his boxers. Please, not now… He couldn’t deal with any more villainy; not in the state he was in. Another boom! With one last, longing glance toward home, Music turned back, heading toward the sound. “It’s all set up, boss.” Music could hear a minion’s voice as he neared the site. “All you gotta do is press this button and-” Whap! Music threw a punch at the stout man, knocking a remote from his hands. It slid across the alley, hitting a wall. Music bent down to get it. His bladder squeezed and he sucked in a breath, forcing himself upright. He could feel a bead of piss right at the tip of his dick. “Well well well, if it isn’t Music.” Mystify grinned. He twirled his wooden cane, slamming it down against cracked concrete. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I have your remote, Mystify.” Music held up the contraption. “You’re done. And since I’m in such a good mood, I’ll let you off with a warning.” He didn’t have time. He could feel the damp material against his highly sensitised dick, teasing him to let out more. Another squirt was already building up, aching to escape his swollen bladder. “A warning, now?” Mystify smirked, both hands lightly gripping the ball of his cane. “Someone’s being exceedingly polite today.” “Yeah, well, I do what I can.” Music shrugged. Another spurt! He sucked in a hissing breath. If he didn’t finish this soon, he’d be in real trouble. He was already starting to leak; he’d be lucky if he even made it home. “Hey boss?” The minion whispered. “I think something’s up with Music.” “For goodness sake, Pandor.” Mystify rolled his eyes beneath his mask. “Not everyone has to piss every time you see them.” The minion, Pandor, went a deep shade of scarlet. “Sir.” Pandor hissed, shifting in embarrassment. “You’re not exactly subtle about your fetish, you know.” Mystify tapped a large bulge in Pandor’s pants. The minion let out a needy whimper, pulling his white coat around himself. “S-Sir.” Pandor breathed, this time with more urgency. His words came out in a shuddering moan. I don’t have time for this. Music had to press his knees together to keep his legs from shaking. He shifted away from the two. Maybe they won’t notice- “Sir.” Pandor panted as his gaze locked onto Music’s crotch. “I really think that-” “Oh for heavens-” A breath of annoyance escaped Mystify’s nose. “Look, I’ll prove it to you.” A jolt of pain shot through Music’s body as Mystify jabbed his bladder with his cane. The hero struggled to stay upright as wave upon wave of urgency rippled through his bulging bladder, dribbling from his swollen dick. His urge, once controllable — if barely — had been shot to pieces. This was an emergency! “Oh.” Mystify blinked, eyes wide as he watched a wet spot form on Music’s green spandex. He stepped aside. “Well, don’t let us stop you.” “I’m fine.” Music lied through gritted teeth. He was bent slightly at the waist, fists balled up, uselessly gripping the material of his costume. His dick twitched, a few drops shaking off the wet fabric, landing between his legs. “For goodness sake, hero.” Mystify snapped. “I’m not a monster. Just go, and then we can continue when you’re at your best.” Music scowled. It had to be a trap. “I mean it, go.” With that, Music disappeared around the corner. It was all he could do in his desperate state of white hot need. He started to tug off his costume, dick dribbling in anticipation for the relief that was to follow. “Oh please do, hero.” Pandor smirked. He had the perfect vantage point from where he stood. “Show me your secret identity.” There was an obvious tent in his pants. “Get. Lost.” Was all Music could muster. He could feel the first rivulets beginning to trickle down his shaking legs. “Or don’t.” Pandor shrugged. “I’ve got all day, do you?” “Pandor!” Mystical barked. Wincing, Pandor turned back. With no time to waste, Music pulled off form-fitting hood, revealing shoulder-length golden curls. He squirmed his way out of his one-piece, tugging it down to his belly. A swollen belly, hard and entirely filled with piss. He froze. Spurt after spurt, each more powerful than the last, forced their way out of his turgid dick, into sodden boxers. Music squeezed his dick — one hand gripping the base, the other the head — in one last futile attempt to stop the inevitable. He already knew he had lost. He was pissing. Almost before he could even comprehend it, Music was pissing. Shock clouded his face, before relief washed over him. Pain was replaced by pleasure, more powerful than any orgasm. He must’ve moaned, how could he not when he could finally breathe again, but he couldn’t hear anything, lost in the radiating waves of the purest relief. Music didn’t know when he stopped, by the time he came down from his high, he was standing in a puddle, legs beginning to cool, and his super-suit sticking uncomfortably to his body. Tears, a mix of shame, relief, and humiliation, began to roll down his cheeks, lost in the lake below him. “Oh.” Pandor squeaked, the pants of his costume slick. His body was shaking with the aftershocks of his own release. “Music?” Mystify’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Are you… okay?” His tone was sincere. And then Music broke off into a run. The villains let him go. Mystify turned to Pandor, towering over him. Finally slipping back into reality, Pandor backed up. “S-Sir?” Pandor swallowed hard. “You are in so much trouble when we get back to the lair.” Mystify snapped. “B-But sir, I didn’t do any-” Pandor flinched, as Mystify jabbed his cane in the direction of his evil lair. “Go!” Mystify roared. Pandor obeyed. Back at home, Music crept across the tree in his backyard, climbing through his bedroom window. He didn’t need any nosey neighbours recognising him, especially now. He stumbled into his bathroom, making it as far as the doorway, before he collapsed. How could he even face the town after this? His dick, hard and throbbing, ached as it tented his pants. His body couldn’t deny how good it felt to finally relax, even if his mind said otherwise. Music peeled his sodden costume off, depositing it in the shower as he stepped inside, turning on the water. He groaned, precum beading the head of his aching dick. Confused visions of Pandor danced around his head. One, two, three strokes later, he came. ==================== CHARACTERS Music A superhero in his mid 20s. He wears a green spandex one piece, with a quaver (double connected music note) on his chest, and another (single music note with a flick) on his belt, along with a cape. Protagonist Mystify A supervillain in his early 30s. A tall redhead with a semi-formal tone. Has a cane, mostly for show. Antagonist Pandor A short, stout villain, and the minion of Mystify. Nervous and highly-strung. Has an omo fetish and is terrible at hiding it. Messy white hair, steampunk-style outfit, thick goggles, and black gloves. Villain’s lackey Character profiles will be updated when needed.

Another quickie! Featuring some of the eeveelution gals from my last story! They've all got names and outfits now! I'll list them here: (Thanks to @Pachishock for some of the names and for all the design ideas! I changed a few but they did most of them) Leafeon: Summer, wears a lowcut t-shirt and fairly short skirt, as well as colorful thigh-high socks. Espeon: Jade, wears a t-shirt and jeans. Shirt's just short enough that it shows a slight bit of her midriff. Sylveon: Trixie, wears a simple dress shirt and a plaid skirt. As well as has big round glasses. Flareon: Sadie, has a colorful skirt with a skull belt buckle around it. Wears a very small shirt than shows a decent amount of her midriff Umbreon: Luna, wears long black sweat and grey sweatpants. Has similar glasses to Trixie. Vaporeon: Amashi, Wears some simple swim trunks and a baseball cap, along with a tank top. This story's centered around Sadie, but I'll put this list before every story of this girls! With that, enjoy~ ----------- The loud sounds of the train leaving its station rang through Sadie's ears. She sat in her seat, sweat dripping from her head. Her legs were crossed over each other, her thighs squeezed as tight as she could manage. She bit down on her bottom lip trying to suppress her whines. She was in one of the worst predicaments she had ever been in, and her odds of getting out of it dry were slim to none. She was on a trip to visit a friend, who was in a whole different city. The easiest way to get they was the train leaving early in the morning. Unlucky for her, she had slept through her alarm, meaning she had to rush to the station as to not risk missing her train. It was the only one going to that city for the day, and she didn't have any other days free for a while. In her rush, she had down at least two coffees she had bought from a local shop. Followed by a large bottle of water she had been chugging throughout her drive to the station. She just barely made it to her train in time, and because of that. Not once did she get a chance to use the bathroom. And being the fire type she is, her body didn't cooperate very well with any liquids, so all drinks went through her incredibly quick. By the time she made it on the train, she was bursting. There Sadie sat, her paws jammed into her crotch as she watched the station, as well as the nearest bathroom, get farther and farther out of her sight. The train ride was a whole 2 hours, and the train itself had no restroom on it, assuming people would logically go before getting on. This left the poor flareon with a bursting bladder and no way to relieve it for a whole 2 hours. "D-don't... Think about... peeing..." She shut her eyes, clutching at her crotch in a desperate attempt to ease the aching need to let her stream out. So many people were around, some staring at her, it was beyond embarrassing. The idea of peeing herself on the train where everyone could see her was an unimaginable thought. Only about half an hour past, and she was already starting to panic. Her pussy lips were quivering, threatening to force themselves open and release her massive flood at any second if she didn't do it herself soon. But they were barely a quarter through the ride, it would sitll be another hour and a half before a bathroom was in range. Her tummy growled in discomfort, her insides protesting all the liquids she had drank and trying so hard to force them out. She needed to do something, and fast. She looked around her seat, underneath, between them. A bottle, a bag, and small container, ANYTHING to release the ocean pounding against her pussy walls into. Nothing. Not a single thing to pee into. She didn't know what else to do, her bladder was gonna explode in mere moments... But suddenly, something caught her eye. Her purse. It was a large white purse, made of waterproof material. It was just what she needed. Without thinking, she dumped all the purses contents onto the seat next to her. Then put it below her. Without her hands on her crotch, she was literal seconds away from exploding if she didn't do this quick. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, exposing her visibly quivering pussy to the air. She tried to quickly adjust herself to hover over her purse, managing to just in the nick of time before her muscles gave out and her pussy forced its lips open. Psshhhhhhhhhhhhhh... "H-haa... Aaahh..." She moaned in pleasure as her torrent of pee forced into her purse. It felt so incredible, she didn't care about the stares or the embarrassment. The relief made it all so worth it. Panting with pleasure, her stream continued for a solid minute before finally starting to die down to a dribble, then stopping. She was lucky it didn't overflow her pussy, though it was certainly ruined now. She pulled up her panties and zipped up the purse. Luckily it was airtight and would leak. But now she had nowhere to keep her stuff... Oh well, she'd buy a new purse at the station. She looked to her side, seeing a myriad of people staring at her, baffled at what they'd just seen. Her face as red as a strawberry, she rubbed the back of her head. "S-sorry you all had to see that... h-hehe..." ------------ A very short one but still fun! I hope you all enjoyed it! More to come with this eeveelutions soon!

I haven’t posted in a while and to be honest, I’ve had quite the dry streak. Nevertheless A TON of close calls, especially at work, but no accidents in a couple months it seems. regarding work, I’ve been so unbelievably busy that I’ve inevitably put off bathroom breaks which is eventually going to catch up with me…. Well I was in Poland last week for a conference and it was an absolute blast!!!! Amazing old town and more than the average amount of drinking! My first night ended with a mix of vodka and tequila shots. Normally that combo leaves me wet every time, but somehow I didn’t pee my pants or wet my bed!!! Due to a sizable hangover, Tuesday was uneventful. Wednesday came and I ended out later than planned. I waited for a colleague to leave because I wasn’t 100% sure where the hotel was at. On the way back, my need to be was worsening with every step. He mentions that he’s hungry and wants to find a place to get some late night food. I was also hungry, but my need to pee was worse. As the hotel was now in sight, I declined and picked up the pace … I was about 50 yards away when I just couldn’t hold it any more and completely pissed my pants. Gray cargo shorts to be exact. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the night lock was on at the hotel and I had to be let in by the night staff who obviously noticed I had an accident. At that point, I didn’t care though. The next night was even crazier. I got back to the hotel extremely late and very buzzed. I had only packed one MEGAMAX for the whole trip and managed to put that on before crashing. I woke up after my alarm panicking because there was a good chance I’d miss my flight. Not only that, I obviously didn’t wake up once during the night because my padding was flooded through and my bed was a little wet… ugghhhhhh…. On the bright side, I did make my flight … I mentioned being busy at work… well it is normal to meet in the parking lot after work to have a beer with colleagues. It was a particularly good day, so I decided to join. It went down really smooth, but I declined a second one because I needed to drive and also there is no way I would risk peeing in the parking lot at work. Driving out, I decided to stop at a gas station for a few beers to drink when I got home. There was a small line, but I managed to make it without incident. I realized that I should have probably gotten gas too after the fact. There was a better gas station closer to home anyways. AND I get point when fueling up there anyways… at 2.23€/liter, that’s a lot of points!!! I should not have made this last stop. I’m not comfortable asking for a key for the toilet at the night window, and to be honest, I’m not sure they have one available. After paying, I scanned the area for possible places to pee and decided against it… with only 2 km to go, I was about a 9.9 on the desperation scale… that translated into pulling into my house and not being able to hold it before coming to a complete stop! The first burst in the car was a solid 5 seconds…. Exiting the car and standing up caused another stream to escape. Usually in this situation, the damage is already done and I just let it all go. This time I foolishly tried to make it inside to the toilet. Well while running to the toilet, I was already peeing again and as I pulled it out I of course peed on the floor along with a fairly significant amount in the toilet as well…. Got some pics of the last one at least being wet is more fun than a prolonged dry streak!!!

Hello everyone! This is a story that someone recently commissioned me to write, in which two male characters from the series "Yowamushi Pedal" meet up for one last bike ride before they both head off to college, those characters being Toudou and Makishima! However, during the race, one of them realizes they probably shouldn't have drunk so much before beginning! The characters in this story are 18+, and it takes place well after the events of the main anime/manga! If you enjoy the story, consider commissioning me - you can get more info about my rates and what I will/won't do by simply emailing me: [email protected] ! If you enjoy this, also consider checking out my Patreon for more kinky stories: https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true Enjoy the story! “Maki-chan!” Toudou waved confidently to Makishima as he approached, a bold, confident smile on his face. He sat on his back, leaning back a little, one hand on the handlebars and the other in the air, waving. His helmet was strapped on tight, his water bottle full and ready to go, a few bottles of Gatorade he had drunk while he waited sitting in the trash can to his side. He couldn’t believe it - Makishima actually said yes! He always felt that their high school rivalry had been the highlight of his life as a biker, and he was extremely excited to get one more race in before the two went off to college. Neither was quite sure if their paths would cross again, but that wasn’t a big deal - they’d figure something out along those lines, it didn’t need to happen right now. Makishima hopped out of the car, opening the trunk to remove his bike, which had just barely fit. He had been driven by someone else, perhaps a relative or friend, not that it matters - all that was on either of their minds were each other and the race ahead of them. He gave a nod to the driver, who soon drove away, leaving the two together at the base of the hill. It was the evening, 7 pm. The sun would begin to set soon, but hopefully, their race would end before it was gone - neither of them were interested in riding in the darkness. Makishima smiled back at Toudou, something he always struggled to do, but in Toudou’s presence, he noticed it had become a little easier. He wasn’t quite sure why, but something about that biker was special to him - special to him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. “Evening, Toudou,” he said, attempting to maintain some calm professionalism to his aura as he clicked on his helmet. Both wore their high school uniforms, something they hadn’t agreed to do necessarily, but something they had both involuntarily done - they were on the same wavelength in this way, each one knew how to make this last race special. “Come on, come on, Maki-chan! Don’t make me wait, I want to get this thing started before the sun sets!” Makishima smirked as he walked up to the bottom of the hill, a long, steep climb ahead of them. They were both climbers, bikers who specialized in hills such as this one, with specially made techniques to cover ground efficiently and quickly. “Yeah, yeah, calm down, we’ll be fine,” he said, the strands of his green hair sticking out of the bottom of his helmet blowing in the slight breeze. Jinpachi watched him staring at that hill with such confidence, thinking about how awkward he was when they first met. To them, biking was the only way they could really communicate - both had their personality quirks, but this sport brought them together. However, Jinpachi was finding it hard to focus as he looked at Makishima. The confident smirk on his face, the bold concentration in his eyes, the way his hair flowed in the breeze, all of it was so weirdly enrapturing to him. The sun was still shining, though it was nearing the horizon, and yet, the way it came through the trees lining this long street seemed to highlight his Maki-chan so perfectly. Wait, his Maki-chan? He felt himself blushing a bit - what was he thinking? This was just a race between rivals, nothing more, and yet, his heart was beginning to race more than his bike would soon be. What kind of thoughts about Makishima were hiding in his- “Toudou.” Jinpachi snapped out of it, shaking his head and blinking hard, his face being covered in an embarrassed blush. Makishima stared at him with confusion. “What’s wrong with you?” “O-oh, um, nothing,” Jinpachi said, attempting to regain his confidence. “Just, uh, the summer heat is getting to me. Better stay hydrated!” He took his water bottle out of his bike and took multiple gulps, smiling afterward, managing to cover up his embarrassment with his bravado facade. He slipped the water bottle back in and placed both hands on the handlebars, placing his left foot on the pedal. He turned his gaze to the steep climb ahead of him and steeled his resolve to succeed… and suddenly, he felt a bit of pressure on his bladder. He looked down for just a moment - maybe he had drank a little too much? But he couldn’t back out now - if he stopped to use the bathroom, it would dampen the resolve they both felt from the challenge before them. “You ready, Maki-chan?” “Ready as I’ll ever be, hairband,” he responded, leaning forward on his bike, putting his right foot on the pedal. He knew Toudou fairly well from their years of rivalry, however, their techniques were opposites in nature - he had a feeling Jinpachi wanted to prove that his way of doing it was better than Makishima’s, and he had no inclination of letting that happen. “Hey, I have an idea - how about the loser buys lunch tomorrow?” Toudou’s blush returned just a little bit, turning his head to the left enough that Makishima wouldn’t see, even though the green-haired climber’s gaze was set solely on that hill. Did he just ask him out on a date? But wasn’t this bicycle ride already sort of a date? Did he already want another one? Was he looking too far into this? Wait, did this mean- no, no, focus, focus. “Y-you’re on!” He stuttered a tad bit, but if Makishima noticed, he didn’t show it. “Let’s count down from three and we’ll start on ‘go.’” Maki licked his lips, setting his sights on the top of the hill. “Alright, let’s do this!” The two counted in unison, both leaning over their handlebars, gears set to the optimal climbing position. “Three. Two. One. Go!” Immediately, they both pounded onto their pedals and began to accelerate up the hill! It was a slow acceleration at first, leaves from the green trees around them falling with the wind onto the street, setting the scene for an incredible race. This route had multiple winding turns which would be pivotal for the riders to take the lead - this would be an intimidating route for anyone else, but these two climbers knew this street like the back of their hands; they had both been racing here from the beginning. As they got into the flow of their biking, Makishima switched his gears - it was time to get serious! His blood pumped hard through his veins, his heart racing, his legs screaming with familiar pain, sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he shouted, “Hope you like the sight of my back, cause you’re going to be staring at it this whole race! See you at the top!” He lifted his ass into the air and began to pedal much harder, and, suddenly, his aura intensified immensely. He began to tilt his bicycle back and forth, the frame getting incredibly close to the ground, back and forth, back and forth, and soon enough, he was swaying, moving rhythmically to music only he could hear, a tempo like that sounded like a spider’s legs tapping on the metal frame of his bike. Jinpachi watched in awe - he had never really admired Maki-chan’s incredible technique this way before, but it was honestly stunning. He really did look just like a peak spider. He opened his mouth involuntarily as Makishima picked up speed and quickly soared ahead, climbing that mountain like it was nothing. However, another feature of the incredible move soon stood out to Jinpachi, another feature that reminded him of a spider, something completely separate from his long, thin, graceful limbs, his beautiful, shining hair, the awkward confidence he exuded with his whole body, the incredible aura showing in his climb! It was his ass. Jinpachi raised one of his gloved hands to his face, bit into the leather, and screamed a little, using the leather to muffle it almost completely. Makishima didn’t hear a bit of it over the sound of his riding and the muffle, thank God. Jinpachi’s face was completely red - it was so amazing, how had he never noticed this before!? It was tight and big, his glutes looking like smooth cinder blocks, he was entranced, he felt jealous of that smooth leather bicycle seat. He clenched his teeth and tilted his head back, groaning - he had to focus, he had to focus! He wanted to win this. It wasn’t about the rivalry anymore - he couldn’t deny it, this was now about love! He was going to pass Makishima, leave him in the fucking dirt, and when that beautiful green-haired spider boy made it up to the top, he was going to see Jinpachi’s teeth gleaming, the sun setting behind him, cherry blossoms falling gently in the breeze, and Jinpachi was going to smile, make some snide, cocky, but still friendly remark about his victory, and then confess his love for his opponent, proving his dominance! He would speak with his bike now, speak with his mouth later, and then have a very intimate conversation with Makishima’s ass tomorrow after lunch! He set his sight back to the hill and began to focus, breathing in and out. Maki-chan was getting further away - it was time to step it up. He felt his breath flowing throughout his body, his limbs each beginning to move on their own, the natural muscle reflex he had built up through years of perfecting his technique taking over as he began to pedal with the proficiency of a master. He felt everything disappear around him except for the road, Maki-chan, and himself. Every sensation on his body intensified, the direction of the breeze, the sound of his bike and Maki’s, the smell of his own sweat, the pressure that was slowly getting worse in his bladder- He found himself interrupted, not losing the flow he was getting into. However, something was going to have to change. His bladder was pushing against him far harder than he expected; that little pressure was now becoming much bigger, and it was starting to hurt, his body was begging for him to release it. He considered for just a moment asking Makishima to pull over so he could get it out, but that wasn’t going to happen - he couldn’t interrupt their race, their date, this needed to be perfect! He would push through it! He breathed in, and breathed out, feeling himself becoming one with the bike. Slowly, all sound he made began to fade, replaced by utter silence as he achieved perfect form. This was it - this was his sleeping beauty silent technique! Makishima’s distant figure soon came closer and closer as Jinpachi caught up, the spider still making his perfect strides with no regard for the ninja approaching him from behind, and like the wind, Jinpachi suddenly flew past the spider, taking one glance at his ass, high in the sky, wiggling just as he was, using that sight as motivation to push farther as he strode past Maki-chan. He met Maki’s eyes for just a moment. Jinpachi’s gaze was full of that bold confidence, a confident, pretty smirk on his face. Makishima’s eyes showed surprise for only that one quick moment - he should’ve seen that coming. Jinpachi wasn’t so easy that he would fall behind in the beginning and stay there the whole time. Jinpachi pulled ahead, rushing past the spider, causing Makishima to sway more, pedal harder, slowly accelerating to conserve the pace he needed to climb this hill while still gaining enough speed to make Jinpachi eat his fucking ass - dust, dust, eat his dust. However, something was a little different in the ninja’s usually perfect, impeccable technique. His legs were just a little bit too spread apart, and his ass, stuck up in the air just a little off his seat, was wiggling in the most bizarre way. Suddenly, his eyes gleamed with recognition - there was no chance that was happening right before his eyes, but… was it really? He licked his lips as a blush formed across his face. Jinpachi was desperate. His bladder was full, and it was hurting him. The little imperfections were all he needed to see. He would never admit it to anyone, but Maki happened to have a fascination with the specific sight of a cute boy with a full bladder, and the loss of control over it that soon followed. This kink had prevented him from pursuing any serious relationships in his life - it was something he knew he would need to share with his partner, but such a dirty idea was frowned upon by almost everyone else who could be considered more of a “normal” person. And yet, here it was, right in front of him, the scenario he had spent hours browsing on Omorashi.net actually playing out before his very eyes. He had never thought much about Jinpachi as a potential partner, but seeing him like this, his incredible qualities became very clear. His muscles seemed to glisten in the quickly fading sunlight, his incredible confidence and cheerful, competitive nature made his heart race, not to mention the wiggle of his ass highlighted its great features. Jinpachi had always been a rival to him, but now, as his mind started to fog up with horny thoughts, combined with the pain from how he exerted himself on his bike, he was seeing him as more of a potential lover. He could already imagine the little leak beginning. He bit his lip. Maybe he should suggest they pull over and let him go? It would be the nice thing to do, right? No, no, no - Jinpachi wouldn’t want that. He’d want to keep pushing. If he needed to pull over, he’d say so. This was his main reasoning, but Makishima couldn’t deny the part of him that hoped he’d empty his bladder out while sitting on his bike. Makishima watched with lustful eyes as Jinpachi continued to ride silently, his cute ass wiggling, that apparent desperation driving the horny biker insane. He shook his head - he couldn’t let his horny thoughts distract him from his goal! He pedaled harder and swayed faster, accelerating slowly, eventually catching up to Jinpachi, ending up right next to him as they both climbed. Jinpachi turned to him as he approached, accelerating as well, both bikers keeping the same pace. The desperate biker squirmed as he rode, his cocky smile still remaining, although it was wavering a bit - his bladder was really pushing hard against him now. They had passed the halfway point by now, but he wasn’t sure if he could make it to the top like this. Nonetheless, he chose to keep the confident facade up as he turned to Makishima. “You really think you can beat me on my home turf? I always come first on this hill!” Makishima smirked, a dirty thought forming in his head. He found himself wanting to make this rivalry into something more than just that. Usually, he would keep such comments as the one he was about to make to himself, as he was far too awkward to utter them normally, but a little joke wouldn’t hurt this at all, surely. “Come first? That’s pretty selfish, hairband - I can think of a few scenarios in which I wouldn’t mind coming second.” Jinpachi’s face was covered in a blush - what the hell was that?! He had never expected Maki-chan to say something so bold, so suggestive! “M-Maki, Maki-chan, I never thought you had such a dirty mind!” Makishima felt his mouth begin to move before he could even register what he was going to say. “I have a much more dirty mind than you might think, Toudou, and it’s been quite active this whole race.” Why did he say that?! The fatigue of this intense race was clearly stopping him from thinking logically before he spoke! Jinpachi almost ran straight into a wall, barely making a turn, so dumbfounded by Maki’s brashness. He quickly came up with a response, trying to match Maki’s energy. “Don’t get too excited - I know we all call you a spider, but that doesn’t mean you should be making webs while you race!” He was, admittedly, very, very flustered by Makishima’s dirty flirting, but he was trying his best not to show it. Makishima laughed, gaining confidence as he watched Jinpachi’s face redden, his lip quivering. “Don’t worry, I won’t make any webs, but you should be careful too - it’s getting pretty obvious you’re on the verge of producing a different kind of substance down there.” “W-w-wha- I-I’m fine, I can hold it! A rider like me wouldn’t let such a thing stop him!” He could practically feel steam coming out of his ears, his face feeling extremely hot. This wasn’t how their conversations used to go - what happened to the cute and awkward Makishima? Why was he so horny all of the sudden? And why was it making Jinpachi thirsty for him!? Makishima laughed once again, moving closer to Jinpachi, putting his bike right next to his and whispering in his ear. “We’ll see about that, my little puppy.” He then accelerated extremely fast. His entire body, brain and mouth included, was now on autopilot. That last line was taken straight from the search history he cleared every night - he couldn’t believe he actually said it! Part of the reason he pulled forward was to escape any possible retort or reaction in general to such a statement, though it was mainly to hide his own reaction, or, rather, erection - his boner was unmistakable through his pants! He stuck his ass in the air and rode like his life depended on it. “A-a-w-wha-” Jinpachi stuttered, his form interrupted as he tried to process what he just heard. Did Makishima just call him his puppy!? He couldn’t even begin to register what that was supposed to mean, and he wasn’t quite sure if he was ready to accept the fact that he loved it immensely. He could feel his underwear get just a little sticky, and his bladder getting far, far more annoying - he felt like he was a water balloon being filled up way too much, on the verge of losing it. For just a moment, he lost a little control, and he felt just a little wetness on his underwear as a small bit of piss trickled out! He tensed his muscles and managed to keep it in, but it was clear that he wouldn’t make it much longer. He pedaled harder as the sun began to set ahead of him, regaining his perfect technique and soon catching up to Makishima, getting right behind him as the end suddenly came into sight! Jinpachi managed to get side by side with the spider, and the two met eyes, both filled with determination, and immediately, they both began to push harder than ever! Jinpachi became so silent not a single bit of his bike could be heard, absolutely perfect in his execution, even forcing his body to work just as he intended for it to as though he was not desperate to piss at all - he brought his legs in, resisted the urge to grab his crotch to hold it, and pushed forward! He could go when he made it to the top, it would be fine, what mattered now is that he won! Makishima pushed too, swaying as fast as he could, truly looking just like a peak spider, putting everything he could into his technique! He had to win this - he was going to leave Toudou so in shock from his defeat that he would lose control of his body, empty his bladder out into his clothes, fall down to his knees in front of Makishima, and- Maki began to yell, partially to drown out his own thoughts, mostly as a part of pushing himself that last little bit, putting more into his stride than he ever had before! Jinpachi followed his lead, also yelling, both pedaling as hard as they ever had! Finally, the two crossed the finish line, both at exactly the same time - it was a tie! They each turned their bikes sideways, screeching to a halt at the top of the hill. It was nighttime now, and it had gotten dark. Streetlamps illuminated them both in a warm, yellow glow as they both stood on their bikes, panting, sweat dripping down their faces and covering their bodies. This was the hardest either had ever biked - it was incredible what horniness could do to one’s adrenaline. Makishima undid his helmet, putting it on his handle by the strap, putting his kick stand down and throwing his leg over his bike to get off. He spoke, “Good race, Toudou, but it looks like we’re right back where we started - just another tie. We can race again this summer, if you want; I honestly had a lot of fun, I wouldn’t mind-” He looked over to Jinpachi, who was still on his bike, and was squirming quite badly, with one hand holding his crotch. Makishima immediately shut up - was it really going to happen!? He watched as Jinpachi suddenly seemed to stiffen for a moment, then sighed, removing his hand, his whole body relaxing all at once. Maki watched in shock as Toudou’s blue shorts slowly began to turn a darker shade, listening to the very, very faint trickle of urine. Jinpachi shivered in relief as that wet spot slowly grew and grew, and then, piss began to trickle right out, right onto his bike seat. It pooled on the black leather and soon began to fall onto his metal frame, pittering off, some of it bouncing onto his white socks and leaving yellow spots, most just falling onto the road. It soon increased in intensity, and eventually, it was just a waterfall. Jinpachi leaned back, covering his face in shame, more red than he had been that whole time, a puddle of piss forming below his bike. His underwear and shorts were both absolutely drenched. Some of it ran down his legs and made his socks damp, leaving streaks of wet piss on his muscled legs. It was so warm, it was almost comfortable! Eventually, it ended, the last few drops making their way out, leaving him as a wet mess at the top of the hill. “W-woah,” Makishima stuttered, face red - he couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. It was literally his dream come true - a cute boy, once his rival, now his crush, had just lost control of his bladder right in front of him, not to mention it was in a bike uniform, and on his bike, too - it was like the two worlds of Makishima’s life had collided into one incredible, dream-like scenario. Jinpachi was actually adorable - he looked like a sad puppy in his soaked clothes, and his shame just made him so much cuter! “I-I, um,” Jinpachi struggled for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. His confidence was shattered, leaking out just as his urine had. Cherry blossoms fluttered down from the trees above them, falling to the ground, some landing in his piss puddle. The smell wasn’t too strong, since the piss was so water-diluted, but it was still there. “I- I’m, um, I, I-” Makishima walked over to Jinpachi and put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. He was still incredibly awkward, but he had a feeling that touch would help bring him out of his stupor. “Hey, man, no need to have such a piss-poor attitude. Don’t worry - you’re not the only one who just wet themselves, although mine wasn’t quite with piss.” Jinpachi looked at Makishima in the eyes, at his own little blush and his cheerful smile, and he chuckled, still blushing hard, but feeling a bit better. “Did this really turn you on that much? I never realized you were into such freaky things, spider.” “I can get quite a lot freakier, believe it or not,” Makishima said, smirking. “Come on, we should get you cleaned up - you can come back to my place, it’s just nearby. I don’t think my parents are home, so it should be fine.” Makishima walked back to his bike and hopped on it, strapping his helmet back on. Jinpachi looked in his direction, his heart still racing, and, without thinking, shouted, “Wait!” Makishima looked back with a confused gaze as Jinpachi hopped off his bike and came over to him, leaving drops of piss on the street. “I- um, I know I’m not in the best condition for this, but… Look, I, I really like you, Makishima. Ever since I first saw you and we raced, you’ve been on my mind constantly, and I, well, I- I love you.” He struggled to get out the last words - he likely would’ve chickened out if he wasn’t still a little dizzy from the biking. “Um, do you feel the same?” Makishima’s mouth opened in awe, then closed it, regaining his focus as he processed what he just heard. A warm smile spread across his face. “How’s this for an answer?” He took Jinpachi’s chin in his hand and pulled him close, kissing him right on the lips, just a small peck, closing his eyes and taking in the moment. Jinpachi tasted so sweet. Jinpachi now opened his mouth in awe as he stared at Makishima. This couldn’t be real… could it!? “Wait, you, you really feel the same way?” Makishima nodded, the same warm smile on his face. He displayed confidence and bravado on the outside, but on the inside, his heart was racing with joy. “Come on, let’s go back to my house and clean up. Maybe afterward we can… cuddle a bit, or something.” Jinpachi nodded happily, smiling, bringing the puppy image back into Makashima’s mind as he ran over to his bike and hopped on. “Let’s go! I’ll race you, last one there is little spoon!” Makashima buckled his helmet on and prepared to ride as Jinpachi did the same. “There’s the confidence I know you for!” The two began to ride, disappearing into the darkness, spending that night together and soon forming a happy relationship together, one in which Makashima was able to explore his freakier side with a partner who was able to share his tastes. However, they still spoke closest when racing each other, and they continued to trade wins on different hills, always having a great time together. Their bond, forged in sweat and blood, would not be broken by a little distance during college - the two were truly happy.

I absolutely LOVE it when a female is really desperate to pee! I mean all the little dances and moves they make when they have to pee are just so damn sexy and super adorable! The sexiest is without a doubt when they cross their legs and shove their hands between their legs to help hold it in!! Oh my God that drives me wild! A desperate female is the sexiest thing ever! And if they're so unbelievably desperate that they end up wetting themselves then good lord that is just incredible! I love scenarios where the female is like at work or just out somewhere maybe and they get really desperate to pee, but for some reason they aren't able to just go pee! Or like they're literally about to pee their pants and they get to the bathroom and realize there is either a really long line or better yet, it's out of order! Omg I can only imagine having to pee so badly that I'm about to wet myself, and then when I get to the bathroom it's out of order and I can't get in!?! Ladies, what do y'all do when this happens?! Do you try and pee outside somewhere or something? Find a different bathroom really fast?! Or do you try and manage your bladder until you can get to a bathroom!? You see, I didn't used to like literally EVERYTHING omorashi related.. my fetish started off simply being into just the desperation aspect of it! O er the years though and as I learned more and watch more internet videos, I realized that it was ALL really sexy and I er time my fetish grew into now being I to all of it! I'm still more into the desperation part of it but I'm very into watching the female actually pee herself (especially when she's extremely desperate and has an overfilled bladder so she's just wetting her pants for a good couple minutes) that's impressive! I'm now also very much into watching a female pee on a toilet too! There's just something so incredibly sexy and unbelievably adorable about watching a female pee on a toilet! My fetish has also grown to me really enjoying my own desperation/wetting myself and playing with my own pee!! It just all feels Soo damn good! Just the feeling of getting pee all over you is just absolutely amazing!! I want SOOO badly to play around with this fetish with a female! I haven't got to do any of that yet! But we would start with me making her hold it in and telling her when and how much to drink, and she has to do it no matter how much she has to pee! She would have to ask my permission to pee but I will not let her! She will be forced to hold it in until she's about to explode! And even then I will not let her pee in the toilet! Oh no.. once we get to that point, the oy way I will let her pee is if she does it while she's above me while I'm completely naked and tell her to get her amazing, warm, wet and delicious pee all over my body.. finishing off her relief right into my mouth!! See the taste of pee changes depending on what you e consumed, how much water you've had and I think how long you've held it for! It seems to be different in the mornings for the most part.. but that is exactly what I want to do! And we would do all of these games while we are nice and high so that it all feels so fucking amazing and we have a hell of a lot more fun! I want to do that so damn bad! I would also make her hold it in when we go out and see if she can last the whole time!! Uugh.. where the hell is the woman that I can do all of this stuff with! Come meet me already! I'll love you forever! Lol I think it would be the most amazing and sexiest thing ever!

hi! New member here decided a nice way to introduce myself to the community would be through some fic requests! I'm only gonna be doing male content for now as that's what I specialise in! My rules are only no scat or messing,no padded and no abdl! On that note get requestimg,I'm currently in the mood to write some Marvel,Helluva Boss,ASOIAF or Furry stuff but I'll take any requests!

Hello everyone! I'm currently studying Japanese, and I would say I know it well enough to be able to translate most text that would come out of omo content. So, if you have anything you'd like to see translated, bring it here! I didn't know what to put for tags so I just threw in some things I personally like (let me know if this is incorrect usage). A few guidelines: I may sporadically be busy, so excuse me if I go inactive at random (I'll try my best though) Nothing too large. Single images and collections of a few images are preferable, and I likely won't have time to translate, like, 30 pages. Male omo, messing, and diapers do not appeal to me, but I will still translate them. Don't expect my translations to be perfect! I'm still learning after all (there might be parts I can't figure out so watch out for that). And I might as well offer some evidence that I can actually do this, so here's an sample: Source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/93491011 (がまんがまん by わたからし) Transcription: おしっこが限界の状態でM字開脚20分（手で前を押えるの禁止） ふる　ぷる Translation: While at the pee holding limit, keeping legs open in an M shape for 20 minutes (Prohibited from using hands in the front) *tremble* *tremble*

Hey people of the most of the world long interwebs. I am here to fill (with pee) a void I have noticed when it comes to omo fiction. Now as anyone who's played the game can tell I have a Bug Fables profile picture. And I've been desperate (see what I did there) to read some, so I decided to make it! I don't know when ill be releasing but I hope to get it out soon.

"Thanks guys, this was fun" Sophie said as she left her friend Jenifers house, where she had just spent the day with her and their 3 other friends. As she left, she felt a slight twinge in her bladder again. She had meant to excuse herself but was to caught up in the conversation. She could make it home though, she wasn't worried. 5 min later She ran to the bust stop just as the bus pulled away. 'Dammit' she thought as she checked her phone only to see that the next bus wasn't coming for another 30 min. She plugged in her earphones as she rubbed her legs together underneath her flowery dress. She was starting to feel it, but she had a strong bladder. 30 min later The bus finally arrived and Sophie was grateful. She was dying for a bathroom, because all her drinks from earlier were really sinking in. She sat down at her seat and crossed her legs. 10 min later She was trying desperately trying not to squirm in her seat. Her legs were crossed as tightley as they could be as she tried to keep her pee from exploding out of her. She looked ahead. Traffic. She hoped it would clear up soon, because she wasn't sure how much she could take. 10 min later A few drops escaped into her underwear, and she quickley shoved a hand between her legs, relieving some of the pressure. She noticed some weird looks so she removed her hand, but another spurt released, so she was forced to but the hand back. She felt her bladder twinge and she bent over slightly, squirming in her seat. It was now obvious that she had to pee, but it was all she could do not to pee right then and there. She blushed as people walked by. 5 min later She was rocking back and forth, side to side, giving the bus seat a lap dance. She was one stop away. She could make it. She was spurting every few minutes and there was a small wet spot on her dress but she didn't care. Finally they reached her stop but she realized her problem. How was she supposed to get up and walk home with both hands shoved deep in her crotch. She took a deep breath and stood, and the preasure on her bladder increased by 10 times. She shuffled to the front of the bus, and was about to step off when her bladder finally gave out. She tried to stop it but it was no use. She was powerless as her golden liquid exploded out of her, in front of everybody. She stood there, relieved until she realized what she had just done, and ran off of the bus embaressed, leaving the flow of piss behind her.

I was doing a hold earlier today and I planned on wetting. I was going to wet I'm the shower so it was less work to clean up. I had been holding about 2 hours and drank about 1.5 liters. I had to go so bad. I was bent over grabbing some clothes to change into after I went and showered. I couldn't find what I was looking for and I was quickly getting desperate. I had to take the hand out of my crotch to find the pair of underwear that I needed. I figured that I'd be find until I got to the bathroom. Oh how wrong I was. I was still digging for clothes, my hand s out of my crotch when I felt a leak. I didn't think nothing of it, crossing my legs tighter. I thought I was in the clear when I finally grabbed the damn pair of underwear that caused all this when I felt my muscles let go. I whimpered and grabbed my crotch trying to stem the flow but it didn't work. I couldn't try to stop it any longer and let myself go, moaning and sighing in relief as my bladder emptied itself of all the liquids I'd consumed. It felt so good.

Tori was a very attractive girl she was white, black hair, b cup. she just turned 18 and went to a rock concert for her birthday in NYC. On the car ride down she drank a 1L water bottle of water. When she arrived the opening band started. Halfway through she felt the 1L water hit her bladder, "oh shit!" She immediately put her hands between her legs. She began jiggling back and forth. "Shit I gotta pee" she thought to herself. "I can wait till the end of this bands act to pee" she continued to think. 30 minutes later Tori was now crossing her legs, her hands were jammed between her legs. "fuck please finish" she whispered to herself. Just then the band finished her set "omg thank god" she thought, she sat up and bolted to the bathroom. "oh no no no no" she said as she ran up to the bathroom and saw that there was a huge line. "fuck fuck fuck" she thought "I'll go and wait at my seat until the lines shorter" she thought to herself. She walked back to her seat and waited. 10 minutes later "The line has to be shorter now" she thought, as she sat up a guitar raft rang through the stadium. "No way" there band she actually came to see was now starting "uggghhh.... mmmmm I'll hold it" she thought since she didn't want to miss a second of the bands music. She sat back down and crossed her legs and waited. 30 minutes later Tori was now bending over "I need to pee super bad but I-I can hold it a little longer" she thought Just then a dribble of pee came out "oh shit" she jammed her hand between her legs and crossed her legs even tighter. "You okay?" a stranger next to her said "YEA, Y-yea I'm fine" she replied "Shit I gotta be careful or I'm gonna embarrass myself infant of these people. "Alright this is our last song of the night so I want every one to stand up and sin g along with us" the lead singer of the band said. Everyone began standing up, "crap I can't stand or I'm gonna lose control and pee myself" Tori thought. Just then some one grabbed her arm and lifted her up "Ahhh" she moaned as a spurt of pee spurted out now darkening her jean shorts. "I can't sit down now or people will judge me and start staring so I'll try and hold it" she thought to her self After the end of the song "Thank you for coming out everyone and good night New York City" the lead singer said then the band was done. "Finally" Tori thought and sprinted to the bathroom but the stairs were blocked by people walking "Hurry, Hurry, Hurry" Tori thought crossing her legs and jamming her hands between her legs She finally made it down the stairs and ran towards the bathroom but she forgot something, the line was once again long but this time it was even longer than it was last time "no no no no no no no! I'm not gonna make it, I should have gone earlier" she thought The line began slowly moving forward but as the line moved foward Tori got more desperate "Ahhh" she quietly moaned as a spurt of pee shot out and a few drops of pee hit the ground She jumped up and down holding her crotch as tight as she could. "no no please move faster" she quietly said Just then a security guard came over and told her to follow him. "no please not like this" she thought Then the officer lead her into the mens room, and she realized other girls in line "thank god the lines shorter here" she thought There were 3 people ahead of her. "yes I can make it, ye-" her thought was cut off by another big spurt of pee this time it was noticeable on her shorts. "No no no" she quietly said, bending over "I'm not gonna make it" she thought She crossed her legs and jammed her hands onto her crotch as a few more dribbles of pee leaked out "mmm Aahhhh" she moaned as the flood gates opened, she blue shorts became soaked as a huge burst of pee shot out. "Don't loooook" she said trying to cover herself It was no use all the girls ahead of her and all the guys in the bathroom were staring Tori cheeks went red and she began crying "no no no" she said She ran out of the bathroom past all the staring eyes that were looking at her ad her pee soaked shorts she ran out of the stadium and to her car. She opened the car and closed the door and sat there, in her soaked shorts. "I can't drive home like this in my soaked shorts"she said. she searched her car and couldn't fine anything then she found a box of diapers. No there has to be something else. She couldn't fine anything She took a diaper out of the box and hesitated for a second and began taking her shorts off and a few drops of pee dripped off her shorts She sat there and looked at her what used to be white panties which were now yellow stained. She took her panties off and exposed her recently shaved pussy, and she pulled the diaper up and sat there embarrassed She started her car and just then she noticed something in the corner of her eye. She turned her head and at her window was two guys looking in "Ahhh stop looking pervs!!" She put the car into reverse and sped off towards her home.

Hi all, back for another long story (over 5K words). I hope everyone enjoys it :-) ABBIE COLE v BELLA SMTH (A-Level Results Party) The ping-pong ball was in the hands of Abbie Cole - the IT girl. The combination of being one of the most attractive girls in school, and one of the smartest made it difficult for anyone else to reach her level. She took a deep breath and flicked her wrist, aiming for the single red cup that sat at the other end of the table. What felt like slow motion to everyone playing was actually just a fraction of second, as the ball bounced off the rim before making a ‘plop’ sound and entering the liquid in the cup. There was a big cheer and Abbie turned sideways to hug her best friend, Nicole. The two of them squealed and jumped up and down, they’d done it in a sudden death shoutout, only one cup left for each team and they’d won - amazing. Better news still was that it was against two of Abbie’s school rivals, Bella Smith and Jessica Wright. “Guess we’ll always just be better…” Abbie sarcastically fired across towards Bella and Jessica. “Whatever!!” Jessica shouted back, tuning her body, marching away from the table. Seeing that Bella and Jessica had vacated the table, Abbie turned to Nicole. “Okay babe…I really need to go now.” Abbie protested. “Please…?” “You go…?” Nicole replied, not paying any attention to Abbie’s question. “…what…you not coming?” Abbie asked, they aways did everything together - especially going to the toilet. Whether it was in a club or a bar, they’d always hold hands and make sure the other was safe, evidently not tonight. “…later…” Abbie heard Nicole’s voice trail off. She had been mobbed by some of her friends and quickly disappeared into the crowd. Abbie gathered her composure and looked towards the door. Ellen’s house was massive, some called it a mansion, others called it an estate, and tonight was a-level results night - the biggest party of the year. Abbie had heard the rumours that the house had secret passages and secret rooms, in fact she’d overheard Ellen on the phone when she arrived talking about a secret bathroom. ‘Through the bedroom on the third-floor and push the closet with the flowers on’. Abbie thought about how she might be needing a secret bathroom at this rate; her first step though was to navigate the kitchen. She’d come in through the sliding doors at the back, and the place was now heaving with people. Abbie’s body started to feel weak as she stumbled out of the kitchen and across to the main staircase, definitely a mixture of the alcohol and her desperation. She’d bumped into about six or seven people, most wanting to chat and ask how her results went, but she was so fixated on getting to the bathroom she hadn’t really paid them much attention, just replying with the odd word. The boys were who she wanted to avoid the most, dressed in tight grey jeans with a tubed black crop trop, showing off her petite figure; nothing would be worse than trying to flirt whilst crossing her legs with only one thing on her mind. The marble staircase, situated at the front of the house, provided no respite for Abbie; as with every step her mind thought about how much she needed to go. Her friend group had only been at the party for an hour but Abbie hadn’t yet broken her seal, that constituted of nearly three hours of pre-drinking at Nicole’s. Abbie couldn’t work out the exact amount, but four gin & tonics and a multitude of vodka shots was the liquid sloshing around her bladder, trying to force its way out. Half-way up the stairs, a group of girls, heading downwards, rushed past her, causing her to stumble a little. Abbie squeezed her thighs together and gripped the banister tightly to manage the pain in her bladder, she was absolutely desperate. The two main bathrooms were located on the first floor, and as Abbie approached the top of the stairs, she realised there was going to be a problem, there were large queues for both. Abbie’s mind didn’t know how to comprehend this new discovery but her bladder did; it screamed out in a need to be released, an almost digging pain was now shooting through the lower half of her body. Abbie was trying her best to act casual, but it was becoming more difficult. Abbie pushed her thighs together and carefully, trying to not to draw attention to herself, slid one of her hands around her back, underneath her bum, and pressed hard on her crotch - finally, some relief. A minute or two passed and the queue hadn’t moved, Abbie knew she couldn’t stay here any longer. Unknown to her but visible to anyone watching, her legs had actually started bobbing up and down in an attempt to ease the desperation; it was becoming a highly pressing issue. Matters were only made worse when she heard the two girls in front discussing how a girl had violently thrown-up over the toilet seat, and that was the reason for the delay. Abbie bit her lip and removed herself from the queue, she didn’t want to wait any longer. For some reason this only increased her desperation, the thought of being so close to the toilet, and now not, sat in her mind and caused her bladder to emit pain through her body. Abbie’s one and only plan was to find the secret bathroom on the third floor, and this needed executing quickly - it was one uphill task (pardon the pun). The last thing anyone wants, let alone when you’re desperate for a wee, is to find yourself burdened by two flights of stairs, but that was the task Abbie was faced with. Abbie nonchalantly headend back towards the marble stairs, taking every step as slowly, but also as quickly as she could. She wanted, and needed, the toilet right now, the thought of yanking her jeans off and slamming her bum on the seat was all she could think about; it was her sole motivation. As she climbed the stairs, Abbie didn’t care anymore about being seen in desperate state, her will power had taken over and her body was half bent over with her hand still round her bum, jamming hard into her crotch. Finally, out a sight, and up the second-fight of stairs, Abbie squealed to herself in a panic. With her face blushing bright red, Abbie had freaked out and there was a fraction of a second where she thought she might have actually started going, but thankfully it was just her mind playing tricks. Breaking point, that’s where Abbie’s body was right now. Abbe’s mind raced and the thought ‘what if I was still in the queue’ flashed through her head, she couldn’t comprehend it, everyone would be staring at her; it’d be the most embarrassing situation ever. Moving forwards, Abbie had to grip the banister tightly, using all her mental fortitude to pull herself up, every step feeling a mountain - but she made it, she was finally on the third floor. Abbie’s body was exhausted, and as she stood at the top of the stairs, she could hear herself breathing heavily, like she’d just done one of her workout sessions. The one hand digging into her crotch had become two, and her bladder was now frequently pulsating and spasming, sending pain all over her body, moments away from exploding. As she waddled carefully across the landing and into the bedroom, Abbie got a glimpse of herself in the standing mirror, she looked a mess. This was no time to be checking herself out though, she could do that for as long as she wanted after. Abbie was here for one thing only, the flowery closet which hosted a secret toilet. As her eyes scanned the room, she found it, situated in the corner. Just as Abbie was about to push the secret little handle sticking out from flower glazed closet, she stopped herself and let out a little squeal. ‘…fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…’ Her bladder spasmed harder than ever before, causing her to keel over and re-adjust, forcefully digging both her hands into her crotch and squeeze her thighs together with all her might. It took her a second or two to realise that she’d actually held everything in, no leaks, her thong was still dry. This was now a code red, anymore spasms like that and she’d definitely be leaking, this was the worst she’d ever had to pee in her life. It then struck Abbie that she’d nearly had an accident; yes, she’d had leaks once or twice in the past, but this was a whole new level of desperate. The thought of an accident at her age was unthinkable. Abbie forced herself to continue and in an attempt to power on, entered through the closet and into the small back bedroom, leading to a wooden door. With her hand buried deep into her crotch, relief was finally in sight as Abbie quickly approached the small wooden door with a rusted golden handle. Almost crossing her fingers, knowing this was the final straw, Abbie prayed internally that the door was unlocked, and twisted the knob slowly in suspense. Abbie’s mind echoed the thought ‘thank god its unlocked’, as the knob fully twisted and hinge clicked. Despite Abbie’s initial jubilation, another twist was about to unravel. As the door slowly creaked open and Abbie rushed in to the small but somewhat cosy bathroom, all the anxiety and pain in her mind and bladder from holding and thoughts of accidents started to ease, knowing she was about to make it to the toilet without any complications. A dribble leaked out. Life as an eighteen year-old is never that simple though and in the moment Abbie rushed into the bathroom, she was halted in her tracks by a tall figure. A figured that she recognised instantly, Abbie knew those long toned legs, and that silky blonde hair from a mile off. She hadn’t expected anyone else to find this bathroom in such a big house, let alone be using it. These were valuable seconds for Abbie to lose as she stood on the spot, her feet tip-toeing and her hands digging into her crotch, a meter or so away from the toilet. Abbie’s eyes had already scanned around the bathroom and captured the moment, her brain had instantaneously figured what was going on. Stood, cramped by the sink, a small towel in one hand and toilet paper in the other was the tall figure of Bella Smith, Abbie’s arch-nemesis. It wouldn’t take an idiot to work out what was going on, let alone a smart girl like Abbie. Bella’s light blue denim shorts had a darkened, saturated patch at the front, around the crotch, and the top of her thighs glistened with wetness in the light. Abbie had also noticed there was a small puddle on the floor, next to the sink, which had a definite yellow-tint to it. Somewhat in disbelief, with Bella’s face now turning a dark shade of red as she realised, Abbie stood with her eyebrows raised and a small smirk forming on her lips - it was quite obvious that she was standing in front of a girl who had just wet herself, had an accident. “…someone spilt wine on me…” Bella blurted out in a panic, gazing towards Abbie and then down to her wet shorts. She too, thought she’d be alone and undisturbed in this secluded, secret bathroom but that wasn’t to be the case. She hadn’t comprehended anyone finding her in this state, let alone it being the girl she rivalled, Abbie Cole. Abbie, still in disbelief, let out a little laugh in response, seeing straight through Bella’s lie. It was evident that no one would, or could, spill wine so perfectly to make those wet patches, it could only be one thing - an accident. The smirk on Abbie’s face soon became a grimace though, witnessing Bella in this state sent her mind into overdrive about her own desperation. Abbie had to squeeze her thighs together to hold back the torrent that was ready to burst, she needed to go, and she needed to go right now. Thankfully, the toilet was right there, almost staring back at her. Another dribble had escaped from Abbie’s urethra. All this had played out in a matter of seconds, but a matter of seconds is a valuable amount of time when your bladder and mind are begging to relieved. Not only was this delay catastrophic, it had also exposed Abbie’s mind to the predicament of having an accident, something which seemed impossible and alien to the average eighteen year-old only moments ago. Abbie was the IT girl, one of the most desired girls in school, having an accident just wouldn’t happen to her. Further to this, complicating the situation, she knew she now had Bella closely watching her every move. With her hands digging harder into her crotch than ever before, and Bella’s wet shorts in her peripheral view, Abbie made her move and took a step towards the toilet. This turned out to be a step too far as her bladder uncontrollably spasmed again, this time unable to hold it. All of Abbie’s hard work getting to the bathroom had been undone; the sight of Bella’s wet shorts, the trail of wetness Bella had left on the floor, the view of the toilet, it had all been too much for Abbie’s determined, but now beaten mind. At first, her body shivered in a sort of panic as she realised what was about to happen. With her legs now uncrossed, Abbie went into the classic wetting position; her knees, thighs and feet angled inwards and her upper body half keeled over. To make matters worse, her eyes were still firmly fixed on the toilet, everything inside her body screamed, except her mind which seemed to be thankful, in a bliss-like state. Waves of guilt shot through her body and Abbie felt like a little girl. It’s strange having an accident as an adult, your body starts to shut down and your emotions take over, and eighteen year-old Abbie was about to go through them all. The bladder spasm had caused her urethra to start fully leaking, and her mind was now unable to stop the constant dribbles of piss from escaping. ‘Shittt….noooo…fuckkk’ Hot urine was forcing its way out, initially met by the resistance of Abbie’s silk thong, which offered her next to no protection at all. The warmth spread rapidly with ease in all directions around her pussy, creating a fuzzy feeling in her mind and on her skin. ‘Fuckkkk…shiittt’ Abbie moaned again under her breath, that first moment of release provided an ecstatic relief from all the desperation and holding, but that emotion was quickly forgotten, as Abbie realised she was going in her pants and not the toilet - her face was turning bright red. Abbie’s skin-tight grey jeans only amplified the accident to the on-looking Bella, who’s mouth was wide open in shock. She had been in this exact situation, and gone through the same emotions only a matter of minutes ago. She’d obviously seen Abbie jamming her hands down into her crotch when the door burst open but didn’t think she was at the desperation point of completely wetting herself - after all, she’d let out a little laugh at Bella’s predicament herself. Watching an accident unfold after having an accident herself somewhat humbled Bella. Out of everybody in their school year, Bella knew best just how confident Abbie was in most, if not all situations; in fact, Bella would probably admit she was jealous of that coincidence at times - wishing she had some of it herself. Bella recognised in that moment the confidence that Abbie possessed when she walked and talked was now inexistent, it had completely drained for her appearance, she was just like any other girl when they’re desperate for the toilet. Bella watched the change happen, from Abbie’s feet tapping away and her legs bobbing up and down, to now being frozen on the spot. Bella Smith felt sorry for her. Gravity took its course and Abbie had to yank her hands away from her crotch to stop them from getting wet as spurts of piss instantly saturated her jeans, the colour turning from light grey to dark, the denim material glistening right before her eyes. Time felt like it was going in slow motion for Abbie, who was stood helplessly, closing her eyes, with her head tilted back as the warm, wet feeling of wee hit the back and side of her thighs before racing and accelerating down her legs at an uncontrollable rate. Abbie’s mind was still trying to stop, almost fight the constant flow of hot urine escaping her, but the damage done was already irreversible - she’d pissed herself. ‘Ohhhh…fuckkk…’ The warmth and wetness was becoming too much, causing her to whimper like a child as the hissing sound filled the room - not the hissing sound she’d envisaged when she opened the door a minute ago. She opened her eyes for a split second, seeing the toilet right in front, before letting them role into the back of her head. Bella, still looking on, was coming to terms that this was Abbie Cole in front of her, the IT girl, the number one most desired girl in school - it seemed surreal. She was completely wetting herself right in front of her eyes. Bella just watched on as the accident was now in full flow and rivulets of pee were cascading down Abbie’s legs, causing her jeans to stick to her skin, not that they weren’t already. Bella had the perfect view from behind and could see the arcs where the wee had escaped from the front and exploded round to the bum. There were two large patches streaking down the back of Abbie’s thighs; with some single streams racing off on their own accord, fleeing from the mainstream flow. Bella couldn’t see the front fully but it projected something similar with large patches down Abbie’s legs. It was almost the perfect looking jeans accident. The smell of urine filled the small bathroom, not just from Abbie’s accident but from the aroma of Bella’s before. It didn’t take long for the smell to hit Abbie’s nose, and the feeling of embarrassment turned to humiliation. The reality was crashing down on her that she was peeing herself, pissing straight into her skin-tight jeans. Abbie scolded herself, she’d been so close, why on earth did she stop when she got into the bathroom - she’d been holding for long but knew she could have made it. Abbie was furious and the thought of going back downstairs, or being seen like this made her feel sick - why her, and why tonight? Abbie’s mind scampered at the thought of humiliation, ‘oh my god…Abbie Cole’s pissed her pants’ ‘everyone look…Abbie’s wet herself’ ‘is she five…who wets themselves at eighteen!’ Abbie wanted to cry. That wasn’t the only thing scolding her though, Abbie now couldn’t stop herself from aggressively spurting hot urine into her pants, and the constant warmth was burning her thighs and legs. She had completely soaked herself. ‘Ohhhhh…fucking hell…’ Abbie moaned in agony, mixed with some relief, she had well and truly been defeated but still didn’t want to accept that she’d had an accident. She thought back to the time her bother, aged seven, pissed his pants on the stairs. He cried and ran to their mum who reassured him that ‘these things happen’ - would she say the same thing now? Abbie was an adult, she was eighteen, not seven, these things just didn’t happen at this age. This was supposed one of the best nights of her life and it was turning into one of the worst. The two hottest girls in the school, Abbie Cole and Bella Smith were crammed into a small, secret bathroom, both with wet pants soaked with urine. The final emotion was acceptance, you had to come to terms with the fact that you’d pissed yourself, had an accident, and find the requisite means of cleaning yourself up. This acceptance hit Abbie hard, she remembered peering through the gap in the bathroom door as her mum slid her brothers wet pyjamas off and wiped down his legs. With her stream starting to ease off, and her mind thinking a little more clearly, Abbie yanked at the button on her jeans and in one swift motion, whilst spurting piss on the bathroom floor, slammed her wet bum down on the toilet seat. With her eyes still closed, Abbie didn’t know how long she was sat there, she just waited until she only had a few spurts left before opening them and looking up to the on-watching Bella. Her stream had finally died down to nothing. “SHIT!!” Abbie moaned in anger, aiming it at herself. The bathroom went silent and there was a long pause as neither girl really wanted to say anything - it was too awkward a moment. Bella tried to flash somewhat of a smile in Abbie’s direction but Abbie was staring down at her ankles, watching small rivulets of pee run off her legs and down on to the floor. Abbie scanned the rest of her wet jeans, they were soaked, ruined, a complete write off. Her mind raced again, thinking about what everyone would say if they saw her like this, ‘everyone look…Abbie Cole’s pissed her pants’, even her brother, who was now sixteen, would never let her live this down. It was a disaster. “You alright?” Bella asked sincerely, breaking the silence and tension. She was still trying to dry her own legs with the small hand towel but they seemed to have dried for her, creating a sticky residue on her skin. Abbie flicked her eyes up to meet Bella’s gaze, this was supposed to be her school rival. They’d hated each other from aged fifteen, always trying to one-up the other, and now they were both at the biggest party of the year hiding in a bathroom together - life couldn’t get any worse. Abbie’s initial thoughts were to laugh, she couldn’t even believe it, she wanted to blame Bella for this whole ordeal but seeing her so embarrassed, trying to hide her accident tugged at her guilt a little. Abbie realised how desperate she must have been, she went through it herself - it was horrible. Further to this, Abbie knew if it was anyone else in there with her they’d shout it from the rooftops, that she’d wet herself, but not Bella, both their ego’s were too proud. “Fuck…” Abbie finally said in reply, still observing the damage done to her jeans. Bella nodded in reply cautiously, still trying to figure out how to go about things. They’d never really spoken on this level before, it felt like a life defining moment, something that would only happen in movies. Bella then thought back to her plan, they couldn’t just stay here, not for the whole night. She had been hoping that no one would find her and once dried off, she’d slip away unnoticed and head home to clean up properly. That plan was now ruined. “I haven’t…” Abbie stopped and took a deep breath, gazing her eyes up to meet Bella’s before pushing her lips together “…you know…” Abbie didn’t even want to think about it but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever had an accident, maybe as a child, she was usually so good at holding her bladder. Embarrassment on this level just didn’t happen to her. Bella caught on to what Abbie meant, “yeah…no…same” She glanced down at her own accident in an embarrassed manner. “Fuck sake…” Abbie said under her breath whilst flicking her dry hand to the side, plucking a spare toilet roll from the shelf behind. Ripping off a few squares, Abbie delicately wiped her pussy, trying to avoid the completely soaked surrounding areas. Bella watched on as Abbie slowly dried her private areas. “Do you wanna like…” Bella paused nervously as Abbie’s head cocked up to look at her. “…strip your jeans off?” It was strange for Bella to sound somewhat kind, Abbie was so used to their conversations being filled with insults, or just straight up arguments - Bella’s tone of voice almost took her by surprise. On the flip side, Abbie’s mind couldn’t help but cling to the words ‘strip your jeans off’, they reverberated around the bathroom. Abbie thought it was something that your mum said when you’d had an accident as a toddler, not your arch-nemesis. Abbie cringed internally but knew Bella’s suggestion was the correct one. “Yeah…” Abbie paused, thinking about how she was going to do this. “…I guess I should.” Bella Smith watched closely as Abbie Cole, naked from the waist down, perked herself up off the toilet, and shuffled her feet across across the bathroom floor, trying to avoid the puddles they’d both made. Bella couldn’t help but stare are Abbie’s cleanly shaved pussy, she knew, if it wasn’t for this, that Abbie would be ending up in a boys bed tonight - there was no question about it. Bella continued to stare as Abbie’s jeans and thong, still round her ankles, made a sort of slapping sound when being dragged along the floor. “Sorry…” Abbie protested, grimacing at the sound. It was only adding to the embarrassment of the whole situation. Abbie then stepped out her wet thong and jeans, kicking her saturated shoes off at the same time before stepping across, carefully avoiding the wet floor, to reach the full toilet roll she’d just used. Cautiously, she ripped a few pieces off, before guiding them gently up and down her wet legs, trying to avoid getting her hands wet at all costs. The awkward tension had resumed as neither girl spoke for a few moments. Abbie was hard at work, now drying the back of her legs, whilst Bella wiped around her ankles with the hand towel, inspecting the damage to her socks and shoes. Both girls had underestimated how wet they actually were, they’d virtually created a mini swimming pool off urine on the floor. “You won’t tell anyone about this…” Abbie blurted out before stopping herself. “…right…?” Abbie knew that this moment would haunt her summer. Obviously the teasing would die down eventually, but she’d always be known as the girl who pissed her pants at the results party. Her reputation would be ruined, it was pure humiliation. In fact, it was pure humiliation for the both of them. “No…” Bella replied quickly while nervously standing by the sink, trying to avert her eyes away from Abbie’s situation, “…course not.” “Thanks.” Abbie said gingerly, flashing Bella a half smile. “We’re in this together…” Bella added, trying to formulate some humour into the conversation, before looking down at her stained denim shorts. Bella wasn’t wrong, they were in this together. “Yeah” Abbie let out a little laugh, almost giggling. As the smell of urine diffused further around the bathroom, both girls awkwardly exchanged glances and looks of comfort to the other. It was evident that neither sympathy or empathy were the girls strongest emotions, but both mentally pushed through their own embarrassment to try and console the other. After all, who would have thought they’d be residing in a secret bathroom, both having passed their pants, definitely no one. Sometimes saying nothing speaks the most volume, and as Bella came to the end of her toilet roll, Abbie had already grabbed a fresh full one and passed it across. Bella didn’t say anything in reply but pushed her lips together to say thank you. A moment later, it was Bella who made the first move. She really didn’t know if it was the right time to say this, or how Abbie would react, but she was going to anyway. Having her own accident and watching Abbie’s made her realise that they were probably closer in common than she first thought. Bella hypothesised how they’d both not wanted anyone to see them in a desperate state so rushed off to find the secret bathroom, to be isolated and alone. It was quite ironic because they definitely did have something in common now - having an accident at eighteen. “I’m sorry…” Bella stopped herself to think, and to get Abbie’s attention. “…you know…sorry if I’m a bitch to you sometimes…well…all the time…it’s a just a defence mechanism to to protect myself. I guess…sometimes you can be threatening…scary…but it doesn’t warrant me acting like a…a dick.” Bella stopped as she felt she’d been rambling, all that she’d panned to say had gone out of the window. Abbie looked back at her blankly. She too had the epiphany that they weren’t too dissimilar. She couldn’t believe what she was about to say or do, she dropped her guard for once in her life. “Yeah…me too.” Abbie’s apology was sincere. She continued, “I didn’t mean to laugh earlier…you know when…I’m sorry.” “Its fine…” Bella replied, unsuccessfully holding in a smile. “I might have laughed too…” Insinuating that she would’ve laughed it she’d found Abbie desperately trying to hide her accident in a secret bathroom. “…Fuck sake…” Abbie sighed under her breath, shaking her head, “…I’m so wet…” she couldn’t help but let out a little laugh as she continued to wipe herself down. The piece of toilet paper she’d just ripped off was now completely saturated with wee and Abbie quickly proceeded to through it down the toilet bowl. “You must’ve been…” Bella paused, scanning her eyes across Abbie’s naked lower body “…soooo desperate.” “Sooo bad!!” Abbie fired back, scrunching up her forehead. The moments leading up her accident then replayed through her mind. “I nearly started going in the hallway…” “I think I did…” Bella confessed whilst blushing. “Honestly…” “What…!?” Abbe responded in a somewhat shocked manner, cutting Bella off. “The queue was so long downstairs and…” Bella spoke quickly, like a little kid trying to explain their side of the story to a parent after having an accident, “…I was in such a panic…I had to go so bad…and I couldn't find the handle in the secret closet and…and…the more I stressed, the more I panicked…then I just started going in the hallway…like…my body couldn’t hold it in anymore…and by the time I got in here…” Bella’s face was now bright red in embarrassment as her story spilled out. Initially, she’d been looking down at the floor reliving her accident in her head; but she flicked her eyes up to meet Abbie’s, who had been listening with intent. “…I just couldn’t stop it…it was going everywhere…like flooding out…it was so bad…” Abbie, who listened on, watching Bella’s flushed cheeks as she spoke, was a little stunned; it was hard for her to process someone talking about an accident so openly, but this was Bella, an eighteen year-old. It seemed weird, unnatural, almost child-like, Bella’s words, ‘…flooding out’ sat in her chest, and knots turned in her stomach; she most definitely couldn’t remember the last time she’d had an accident. She looked down at her still somewhat wet legs, and like her brother had done when he’d had his accident at seven, she just wanted to get home without being seen and curl up into a ball on her bed. The party wasn’t even worth it anymore. Abbie realised she hadn’t said anything, and so took her mums words, “…these things happen.” “Yeah…” Bella forced a smile back at Abbie. “…what happened with you?” The dreaded question Abbie had been waiting for. “I guess…the same as you…” She pushed her lips together. “…I thought I’d made it when I finally got in here…and then…erm…seeing the toilet and everything…I dunno…” “Shit really does happen…” Bella replied calmly, somewhat imaging how humiliating this must be for Abbie - not that it wasn’t just as humiliating for her. Both Bella and Abbie had been humbled, and once done reciting their stories, they knew they’d been waiting around long enough, they both recognised it was probably time to get of the house and leave the party. This required Abbie to pull up her wet, sticky thong and jeans back around her crotch - she grimaced. As she slid her wet jeans up to her waist, Bella nodded her head, and girls quietly left the room. ———- Abbie trudged up the driveway in the dead of night, her modern family home built with stone now standing tall in front of her. It had been one hell of an evening and Abbie couldn’t wait to get inside, clean herself up, and let her head fall into her pillows. The quick walk back from the party had allowed her to contemplate and mull-over the events that had occurred, concluding overall that it was ‘very shit’, except for exchanges with Bella. Despite the accident, she knew it was time she grow up, and stopped acting like a petulant child, Bella was a nice enough girl, she had no reason to be a bitch to her anymore. They didn’t have to suddenly become best friends, but they certainly had bonded in that secret bathroom on the third floor. As she approached the front door, Abbie pulled her keys out of her pocket. As carefully as she could, Abbie unlocked the door and placed it back shut, trying to avoid making any unnecessary sounds. She quickly untied her laces and kicked her shoes underneath the shoe rack, Abbie thought about how they looked virtually dry already, they’d be fine by morning with a quick wash. Abbie then delicately made her way up the stairs, tip-toeing ever so slowly, not making a sound. As she reached the top, she paused - nothing, it was silent - she’d made it. Abbie’s room was the located on the left, you couldn’t miss it, there was a big sparkling ‘A’ hanging on the door - a present she’d got from Nicole aged about nine. With a few metres to go, Abbie thought she was home and dry, but just like earlier, as she was about to make the final step into her room, disaster struck, the hall light flickered on - Abbie froze. “Abbs??” It was her mum, sounding slightly confused. “…what you doing back so early?” Abbie’s mum had fully expected her to be back at five in morning, not before midnight, that’s if she made it back at all! She’d had to listen to Abbie bang on for weeks about how this ‘results party’ was going to be the biggest of the year. She knew that Abbie was in one of the more popular groups in school, all the girls had been planning their outfits the day they finished their exams. It didn’t make any sense to her why she’d be home already, silently heading into her bedroom. Adding to the confusion, Abbie had done amazingly well in her results, this was her moment to celebrate. As Abbie’s mum stood there, wrapped in her dressing gown, her face got its answer as to why she was back so early. It took her eyes a second or two to realise what the discolouration to Abbie’s jeans was, but even from the back, it was extremely obvious. Every mum had seen their child in a similar predicament when younger. The arcs from the waist down had more or less dried out but the light grey of the jeans had darkened and the material looked totally saturated. As Abbie had done when she first caught sight of Bella’s wet jeans, and put two and together, her mum had done the same for her. It wasn’t like it had been at the party, where it was dark outside and the jeans were hidden, the hall light seemed to exacerbate Abbie’s accident more than ever. “Aww Abbie…” Her mum comfortingly, sliding her feet across the hallway towards Abbie. Her eyes were fixed on the staining of the jeans. “Sweetheart…come here” “Mum…” Abbie’s voice broke and a tear fell down her cheek as they embraced. Abbie threw her arms round her mum and held on tightly, it was exactly who she needed right now. “Please don’t tell anyone…” she whimpered. “Darling…?” Her mum had pulled away slightly to get another view of the jeans. “…what happened?” “I don’t know…” More tears formed in Abbie’s eyes as she fumbled her words “…the party was so busy…and…and…I was so desperate.” Abbie thought back to how she fought tirelessly against her own bodily needs to scamper up the stairs on to the third floor before finally exploding when she entered the toilet, “…it happened in the toilet…I was right there…it just started coming out…I couldn’t hold it…it was just an accident.” “Oh darling…accidents happen” Abbie’s mum pulled Abbie closer, visible consoling her. “Bella Smith was in there too…” Abbie’s voice perked up. “Yeah?” Her mum fired back. “Yeah…well…she had an accident as well…” Abbie flicked her eyes towards her mum. “…so we kinda dried off together and then escaped…” Abbie’s mum processed the information and then stuck out her hand. “Lets clean you up…” Abbie greatly accepted, and hand in hand they shuffled down to the hallway and into the bathroom. After everything, Abbie felt glad to be home, she felt safe.

Has anyone any specific experiences where they actually witnessed seeing in person, their wife, girlfriend, or a female friend/significant come into the bathroom (or following her in) needing to pee very badly, where you were able to see her start peeing at any point before she was able to fully sit down on the toilet? Please share any specific scenarios or situations that you may have experienced, as well as what you were able to see.