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  1. Contains spoilers for like every splatoon thing so far. Side order spoilers are only minor - talking about cleared the thing. This is just a quick one shot with captain 3 and agent 8 from splatoon. --- Eight was beyond excited. Since the day agent three had told her of her time in alterna, she had longed to visit the underground metropolis. She and her girlfriend, the captain of the new squidbeak splatoon, had planned to go a few months ago, but her souls temporary residence in the memverse had made that difficult. Even after her soul was returned, it still took a good month of rehabilitation to get her body working the way it was supposed to. But now, she was ready. "Hey, eight!" The captain called out from near the door. "It's time to get going!" Eight quickly threw on her octarian issued armor, snatched her n-zap off the wall, and raced after the captain. "Someone's excited!" The captain laughed as eight almost rammed into her. Eight happily nodded, too excited to speak. Yet, she felt a little like she had forgotten something... Eh, if she forgot, it wasn't important. The two approached the mysterious kettle, and after a deep breath in, entered Alterna. Eight saw a familiar infinite sky stretching out before her, and began to tense up. She didn't have many memories from her time in the octarian army, but there were some that would never leave her. Her breath started to quicken, her chest felt tight as the knot her stomach was in. She knew this sky. She then felt 2 gentle arms wrapping around her, and her breathing began to return to normal. "Hey, is this too much for you right now?" The captain whispered gently. "We don't have to do this if you aren't ready." "N-no. I'm ready." Eight looked up at the sky. "If I ever hope to get my mind under control, I have to do this eventually." "Alright. If you ever need me to help with anything at all, I'm here." The captain reassured. "If it starts getting worse, let me know." The two lovers explored the first area of alterna, making note of all the strange sculptures and buildings. By the end of the first area, eight felt a familiar twinge in her abdomen. That's what she forgot. This wasn't bad now, but it could be if she couldn't find any bathrooms soon. She had just gotten back from a pretty intense anarchy series, and her whole team had been practically chugging tacticooler cans the whole time. Those things were notorious for making people wet themselves in the same game as drinking them. Eight was lucky to have such a strong bladder. Eight started looking for bathrooms throughout the second and third areas, but to no avail. Three was explaining something about a bear and a rocket, when a particularly bad wave hit eight. She doubled over and held her crotch, pulling up her short skirt in the process. "Hey, eight, you doing alright there?" Three questioned, having turned around at that exact time. "I! Uh! I'm f-fine I-!!!" Eight was clearly not fine as a jet of ink shot through her panties with the force of a stingers beam. Pooling on the fake snowy floor and slowly covering the turf around her feet. A look of shame and embarrassment clouded her face as she looked away from her girlfriend. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you about the bathroom situation down here. There aren't any actual toilets because that was a waste of valuable water, so the people here just peed into the ocean water." The captain sorrowfully. "Guess that's what they get for putting scientists in charge, eh? Here, let's get back and get you cleaned up. I'm pretty much done with the visual part of the tour anyway." And so, the two lovers went along their journey back to Inkopolis square. --- This was such a nice departure from the stuff I usually write. I need to write cute lesbians more often, man.
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    Hi, again, I hope I didn't break any rule, this shouldn't be a repost. Cute video imho, video/audio quality is good too. 4 min video of a desperate woman who keeps leaking despite her efforts to hold on, as you can see by the growing wet spot, she ends up wetting herself.
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  3. View File Short leaky desperation and wetting. Hi, again, I hope I didn't break any rule, this shouldn't be a repost. Cute video imho, video/audio quality is good too. 4 min video of a desperate woman who keeps leaking despite her efforts to hold on, as you can see by the growing wet spot, she ends up wetting herself. Submitter Mr.Floof Submitted 01/16/2024 Category Female  
  4. I have had this one for several years but don't know where it's from or who it is. Does anyone know, and does her have any other vids? I'm guessing he was only able to have partial relief, as you can see by his stop-start stream, and if you look at the top side of his penis you can see he's pushing to get it out. Sorry - that posted before I was finished! Here's the video. Does anyone else have the problem of not being able to relieve fully after you have been desperate? I know I would need to go again in the next half hour or so if it had been me 12 hours pee desperation.flv
  5. From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images part 2

    Another good comic from choipiro. This time we have a girl on her first date needing to pee. The boyfriend hears this, and tells her that he can't stop and offers her a bag to pee in.
  6. Sandy is a nineteen-year-old girl. She has short, straight, black hair with dyed blue ends; Her skin is tanned and her eyes are hazel. She has C-cup breasts, and large hips, which usually attracts the attention of several guys, and some girls. Sandy had been invited by a friend from college to a costume party. Sandy unhesitatingly agreed, after all, she had nothing to do on Halloween night. She had disguised herself as Samus Zero. The costume was very close to the body, so Sandy decided to be a little naughty and didn't wear underwear, just a few bandages on her nipples so they wouldn't stand out because of the tight outfit. Her costume had a zipper on the front, so it would be easy for her to reach for it and take off the entire costume at once. Sandy arrived at the party venue shortly after eight o'clock in the evening. She had arrived on her motorcycle, which she left parked outside the house. Upon entering, she greeted Hazel, the friend who had invited her, who was also hosting the party. Hazel wore a witch costume, which was very common, but just as good. —Hey, Sandy, I'm glad you came —she smiled at her—. By the way, I love your costume. —Seriously? —Yes. You'll catch the eye of a lot of guys. —I don't think it's a bad idea —Sandy smiled. —Well, there's "blood" punch there, if you want, and there's plenty of candy too. —Okay, I'll go get some punch, I'll be back. Sandy walked over to the snack table and grabbed a glass to pour herself some punch. As she poured herself the punch, she felt someone spanking her butt. Sandy was ready to fight the pervert, but her expression changed completely when she saw a blue-eyed blonde who looked like a girl, and in a costume of Alice. —Oh, Zoey, it's you. —Yes, who else would greet you with a spank on the butt? —A pervert? —Well, maybe. But i'm not a pervert. —Yes, sure, say that until convince yourself. —Hey! Zoey nudged Sandy, making her laugh. Sandy continued to pour herself the punch and offered a glass to Zoey, who gladly accepted. —Let me guess, you don't wear underwear underneath the costume —she said, taking a sip of the punch. —How did you know? —I know you, Sandy. Also, if you were wearing underwear, it would be noticeable because the costume is very close to your body. —Well, you got me. Zoey laughed a little and finished all the punch, putting the glass back on the table. As Sandy drank hers, Zoey looked at her as if she were analyzing her. —Hey, do you think you'll have no trouble going to the bathroom with that? —Why do you ask? —Well, sometimes zippers get stuck. And your costume is one-piece, so you'd be in serious trouble if the zipper will get stuck. —Don't talk nonsense Zoey, look. Sandy took the zipper tab and pulled it down to her breasts and then pulled it up, repeating the process a few more times. —See? It didn't get stuck. —I was just saying. —Anyway, let's talk to Hazel. —Okay. Throughout the party, Sandy was talking to her friends, dancing and flirting with the odd guy who caught her eye. She also received a couple of compliments and compliments from some guys, and a few girls. There was a costume contest and they would award the best three. Among those was Sandy, who came in second. The first one was won by a boy in a very realistic Clown costume, and the third one was taken by a guy in a very realistic Clown costumeThere was a costume contest and they would award the best three. Among those was Sandy, who came in second. The first was obtained by a boy in a very realistic It costume, and the third was occupied by Zoey, as she looked very much like Alice. Sandy's treat was a tres leches dessert, with a crushed cookie topping. One thing no one knew about Sandy is that she is lactose intolerant. And because of that, she was forced to accept the dessert, which actually wasn't very big. It was a little bigger than a slice of cake. The party continued to move forward with a pumpkin carving contest. Was there a prize? No, but still many participated to show off their talent, and some for fun. When the candy ran out, Sandy decided to eat the dessert she had earned. After all, the party was about to end, and the upset stomach wouldn't be right away. Besides, she was hungry, and it's not like sweets fill her stomach a lot. She ate the whole dessert, giving a taste or two to those who asked for a little. She tossed the container in which the dessert was in the trash, and walked into the crowd. Fifteen minutes after finishing dessert, however, Sandy felt a twinge. But the twinge didn't come from her stomach, but from her bladder. Sure, Sandy had drunk too much punch that night and felt like peeing. She walked to the bathroom, but changed her mind when she saw the long line. "I can hold out until I get home" Sandy thought as she turned to her friends. Almost an hour passed and Sandy felt a pain in her stomach, followed by the urge to fart. Her lactose intolerance was taking effect. Sandy tried to stay calm so as not to attract the attention of her friends. However, she was fidgeting a little restlessly in her seat. Another hour passed, and Sandy's urge to urinate and fart had increased. Not to mention, Sandy had begun to feel something moving in her bowels. But still, she didn't want to leave, the party wasn't over yet, and she didn't want to leave her friend, so she made an effort to keep holding on, as there was still a line for the bathroom. Fortunately for Sandy, the party was officially over after thirty minutes. And while he wanted to be kind and help Hazel clean up and clean up, a strong wave of desperation made her run out of the party. She said goodbye to her friend as she made her way to her motorbike, put on her helmet, started the vehicle and sped home. While she was on the bike, she couldn't take it anymore, and she farted a lot, which were mostly wet and stinky. Sandy was thankful it was pretty late, so there were no cars on the streets that could slow her down, let alone any cops who could pull her over for speeding and running some red lights. She knew it was wrong, but the desperation to urinate and defecate was too strong. It took her fifteen minutes to get home. She took off her helmet, turned off her motorbike and ran inside her house, desperately fiddling with the keys. Once inside, he didn't even bother to turn on the lights, but ran to the bathroom and locked the door. She was a little relieved that she had managed to get home to relieve herself quietly without anyone bothering her, since her parents had gone on a trip for a whole week. Sandy stood in front of the toilet, grabbed the zipper tab, and pulled it down. It didn't move. Sandy felt a cold sweat run down her face and her heart race as she tugged back on the tongue and saw that it wasn't moving. "No, no, no, please, I'm to close" Sandy thought, tugging harder on the zipper tab. Sandy began to move desperately instead. Her bladder had begun to bulge from how full it was, and her bowels were growling furiously. Sandy kept trying to pull the tongue, but it wouldn't budge, it wouldn't come down a bit, and Sandy was getting more and more impatient. Suddenly, a stream of hot urine came out of his bladder without warning. Sandy brought her free hand to her crotch, trying to hold back the urine. She managed to stop the flow, but she didn't know how long she would be able to hold on. As she tried to pull the tongue hard, a flurry of farts shot out of her anus, heralding the soon arrival of her poop. Sandy tried to pull harder, but that was a mistake. By using too much force, she not only got the tip of her poop out of her anus, touching the fabric of her costume, but also ripped off the zipper tab. Sandy stared stunned at the tab between her fingers. When her poop moved a little more, Sandy began to panic. While she could still take off the disguise, it would be much more difficult now that the zipper was stuck and tongueless. Through it all, Sandy didn't give up, determined to take off her disguise at any cost. But it only took a few seconds for misfortune to happen. First, her bladder, which had been waiting the longest, was released. Even though Sandy pressed her hand hard against her crotch, she wasn't able to stop her urine this time. A huge puddle of urine quickly formed on the ground beneath her, leaving her costume very wet. Sandy felt dirty and a little disgusted, and just wanted to get rid of that costume as quickly as possible, as the urine had started to cool, leaving a feeling that Sandy disliked. Sandy moved her hand from her crotch to her butt and squeezed tightly. She had already peed on herself, and the last thing she wanted was to shit on herself, she had enough of the farts coming out uncontrollably in a noisy way. She fidgeted restlessly, feeling her anus waver and poop slipping out of her anus at times. Sandy tried to squeeze her anus and get the poop back in, but at this point of desperation it was almost impossible. And a strong, wet fart was the boost her poop needed to get out. Sandy let out a groan as she felt something thick and unsolid shoot out of her anus, filling the back of her costume with shit. And since she wasn't wearing underwear, the poop immediately went down her legs, bulging the suit all the way down. And that had been only the first charge, the second was even worse than the first, as it was completely liquid. Sandy felt that sticky, foul-smelling liquid running down her legs and almost popping out of her costume to join the puddle of urine. The third and final load was a bit more solid than the previous ones. Despite the recent accident, Sandy squeezed her buttocks and sphincter, making a last, desperate attempt to contain what was left of her poop. She still had hopes that she would be able to take off her disguise and finish her need in the toilet. But she didn't make it, the zipper was still stuck and it only took a few seconds and a couple of accidental pushes for her anus to open again, releasing what was missing. Sandy felt very embarrassed, humiliated, and mortified. Her new costume, which had cost her a good deal of money, had just been ruined, and worse, she still couldn't take it off, being forced to feel the disgusting sensation of cold dampness in the front, and the disgusting, stinking mush in the back. Sandy dropped to the floor and started crying, she'd been so, so close to making it, but she couldn't because of the stupid zipper that had gotten stuck. When Sandy managed to break free of her disguise, she would take a bath and clean up the whole mess.
  7. Hey, I thought about posting an experience from me which happened a few weeks ago after work. To mention I work in an office. It was a normal day at work, a bit stressful as often and very warm so I drank a lot of water during the day and I was already two times on the toilet. After lunch break I had a lot to do and I slowly felt another urge to pee but not that bad so I decided to hold my pee. In the afternoon I had a lot of phone calls and appointments with my coworkers which distracted me from my need to pee. When my work was over and I wanted to leave I thought about using the bathroom to pee. To my regret I had to find out that the bathroom was locked because it has been cleaned. So I thought about to hold my pee and drive home. I considered if I can hold it until I reach home. Normally it takes 45 to 60 minutes in rush hour until I am home and I decided that it’s possible for me to hold it and to go on the toilet at home. The first 10 minutes there was nothing spectacular on the road but after that it started with slow traffic what’s actually normal for this time of the day. I slowly realized that I need to pee quite badly and the starting and braking of my car wasn’t helpful because the seatbelt pressed against my bladder. At some point nothing was moving forward because of an accident a few cars in front of me what I found out later. I realized it was a mistake to think about holding my pee until I was home and not to wait until the bathroom was cleaned to use the toilet before leaving work. After a few minutes some drops came out and a small spurt so there was a small wet spot on my panties but I managed it to hold it. Luckily for me I wore a skirt that day. While driving I rolled up my skirt so it didn’t get wet if I had an accident. Again and again I felt more small spurts escape from my pee hole. For now it was really hard to hold it and there was no sign that the traffic would be better soon. It began to hurt really bad in my stomach and urethra and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I decided to pull my panties aside and just let it flow. It felt so much better and at the same time I was very aroused. My car seat was drenched in my pee and there was a puddle on the ground. To mention it took me over two and a half hours until I was home from work because of the accident in front of us.
  8. "Come on move it damn it! Move!" cried Constance while blaring her horn. She shuffled in her seat constantly as her anxiety and frantic behavior rose. She was in a hurry, desperate and severely so. But her protests fell on deaf ears by the traffic light ever determined to stay red for Constance while allowing the perpendicular traffic right of way. Today Constance was in a hurry to meet a client all while holding her ever growing ocean of gold. Her bladder was contracting and imposing its will to release the payload downwards, against her tortured exit pee hole. It quivered as it tried to hold back the ever growing ocean. The pressure and pain was felt ever more with each passing second. The waves of desperation becoming unbearable and all she wanted was relief. This whole week she had been forced to take on more clients and over time due to the influx of new people to the area. Plus, the workplace building was undergoing renovations and only one bathroom was available. And since she was the best real estate agent at her firm, she was being sent on numerous assignments by the higher ups seeking to make a killing this month. Clients were asking for the best of the best. Who better than Constance, the best in the county. She enjoyed being trusted and reliable but now that fame was overworking her. She barely had any time to greet and talk with her trusty maid. Gayle always showed up at an empty house this week. She did her job as required but she felt a little nervous about being inside such a quiet home. Life just went on as usual. But for now, Constance was in a major rush. Her heart raced and sweat emerged from her forehead, her face turning rosy red, and scrunching from trying to hold it in. She blared her horn for the light turn green a dew more times, shifting around her seat, shuffling her left foot back and forth. The pain was uncomfortable. Every time she went to go for the bathroom, her boss intercepted or called her for another rush job to meet a prospective client. All of them were urgent and had to be seen on the double. There was no room for stopping for even a moment. The company reputation was on the line. And since she was the best, she HAD to go see the client and the property in question. This whole week specifically was a killer on her both physically and mentally. Sometimes, she had to stay up with coffee or soda, crashed in the middle of the night, then awake bursting to use the bathroom in the morning (not go for the whole day), drink lots of coffee to stay awake plus more insisted upon by her boss to be in 100%++ shape, and only go once she came back to the office at last, or when she came home, just spurting in her undergarment. Yesterday, she came home running to her front door, struggling to properly open it, and becoming more antsy with the door, started to spurt jets of her golden nectar. She struggled a bit more until she opened it, ran inside and finally undid her pants and sat on the toilet (all while spurting more jets of her piss until fully on the toilet seat by which she had already began urinating a small stream) and relaxed herself. It was spraying out what was the pressure inside a fire hose. She felt so drained and hated this feeling. She felt overworked and tired. Even after explaining to her boss, it didn't change anything. She couldn't understand why her boss was putting her on over over drive. He did pay the over time of course but that wasn't the point. And of course she cleaned up the mess on the toilet seat and the floor, followed by a shower. She left her damaged panties and work trousers neatly folded with a sticky note for Gayle. Afterwards, she began eating dinner but midway, she got a call to meet with another client. It was as another closing which pissed her off. She tried to explain to her boss it was passed her work schedule but her boss vehemently insisted she go and he couldn't take back his word to the client. She was booked for this and had to go. Her dinner wasn't even half done and now she had to go back to work. The closing was another 3 hours by which point she was tired and didn't even change her clothes. She went straight to bed when she returned home. The next morning she awoke very late and had to get to work. She washed up, flossed and brushed her teeth, quickly brushed her hair, and ran out the door. She drove 15 miles passed the speed limit and arrived 10 minutes late to work. Her boss was furious but said he would talk about it later. Right now she had to meet with a client at the client's house. Constance tried to ask for the bathroom but her boss didn't get a chance to speak. He hurried her over to her car, shoved some paperwork with an address and name, and the key to the house. She was to meet the client in an hour and the drive was two hours away. The client was returning from a business trip and set to return in an hour too. The client was a well respected member of the top richest residence and expected the very best. He was also friends with the man who ran the real estate agency firm Constance worked at. That being her boss. She tried to get in one word about taking a trip to the bathroom but alas her boss made it clear bathroom breaks were off limits until the client was satisfied. So Constance made the drive making good time driving at 80 miles per hour on the freeway. She bypassed the rush hour morning traffic and took the exit for the client's home. But after 2 minutes she encountered traffic galore and every traffic light she approached turned red. Each time it turned red it took forever to turn green. One after another was a traffic light turning red, or drivers slowing down traffic for making a turn or allowing traffic to enter the turnpike. For Constance it was maddening. She was now bursting even more now. When she awoke she didn't make a trip to the bathroom and at work she didn't get a chance too. Her boss did have her drink another large coffee and the strongest ones ever to keep her awake. But that coffee was now starting to affect her already bursting bladder. Currently, Constance remained stationary at a traffic light behind a bus for disabled elderly and shifting around in her seat while fighting her urge to go, and still another 10 miles away. But the turnpike was crowded now and she was behind the bus which road at a slow speed to arrive at each and every pick up. This was going to be a doosey. She blared her horn to make the light turn green put of frustration and desperation. The traffic from the perpendicular avenue had right of way and spent two minutes going in both directions. Each and every second that passed was torture for her as she witnessed the traffic able to move while she was forced to remain stationary. Her mind was flooded signals about relief. Suddenly, the perpendicular traffic came to a stop and now the traffic making a left turn had right of way but her and other traffic waiting to move forward still couldn't move. This was agonizing. "Damn light turn-ohnononononoogawdno!" Constance cried out inside her car. After 30 seconds, the light turned red, then green. Finally, the traffic could move. But the bus in front didn't move yet as a passenger was getting. Other cars behind kept blaring their horn but the bus driver didn't budge. After 29 seconds, the bus began to move and Constance followed right behind. Her heart raced along with her mind to get to the property and take a toilet break. It was only another 30 minutes away but she had 15 minutes left. She overtook the bus driver and picked up speed. Luckily no cops were around. She sped past several stores, homes, and traffic lights. No one stood in her way now. Fast forward 12 minutes later, she was almost at the intersection to make a left. However, another obstacle appeared. It came in the form of a huge moving truck. She came to a screeching stop and she blared her horn to make the trucker move. The trucker moved clever so slowly. Constance was on the verge of having an accident as she was fighting a wave of desperation that wouldn't go away and fighting to hold it back wasn't working. All that coffee was now making itself known pounding on the exit door for freedom. Constance couldn't take it anymore. "Moveitmoveitmoveit!" she cried like a school girl. She had to go so badly. The trucker finally made the turn and Constance made the right speeding down the street to the client's house. "Whereisitwhereisitwhereis-ah here it is!". Outside was the property of 400 Gates Boulevard. It was a huge mansion with Corinthian pillars made of pure white, surrounded by a wash of navy blue for the shingles covering the outside. The windows were a marvelous clear, transparent material that displayed the design of the curtains covering them. The client was a very private person. She got out, taking the key to the property, and made her way to the front door. She hobbled while running to the front door, trying to stay dry. At one point, she stopped and held her crotch which she never did in her life. Not even in her youth or as a child. She bobbed up and down, then stopped while gritting her teeth as she squinted her eyes closed to fight off the urge to pee. She had to go and now, and waiting wasn't an option. She couldn't wait. She just couldn't wait. Her exit hole was about to burst open under the pressure. She had to act fast. She sucked in air and contracted her muscles to hold it in. She made her way to the front door, and attempted to put the key into the door key hole. As she put it inside, she noticed resistance. "What?" Constance thought. She giggled the key in the hole but it didn't move further nor come out so easily. It dawned on her the key didn't fit. But how was this possible she wondered. Her boss gave the key and certainly he wouldn't give the wrong key, or did he. Constance became even more annoyed and called her boss. She took her phone shakily from her pocket, opened her phone screen, opened up the contacts app, clicked on her boss and called his number. "Hello yes I'm a-at the p-property for one ... Mr. Jameson. The k-key doesn't fit in the doorknob-" She was cut short by her boss. "I was just about to call you and tell you the client handed us the wrong key. Unfortunately the client has it somewhere inside the house." Constance was flabbergasted and more annoyed. The client didn't even give the right key to the house? How is the person supposed to get inside? Her boss continued. "The client changed the locks a few days ago due to a burglary and gave us the wrong key by mistake. Also, the client said he was going to be late due to traffic at the freeway. He is on his way within 20 minutes. So just sit there and wait for him!" Just as Constance was about to ask for the bathroom, her boss said he would be in a two-hour meeting and would have his phone turned off. Then he hung up. Constance cried "Wait!" But it was too late. He was off the phone. She was left stranded and bursting. She was about to have a pissing accident and it couldn't be stopped once the flood was unleashed. Constance threw her phone in anger and went back to her car. She couldn't believe it. The wrong key was given to her and now she was in the middle of waiting for the client. This person could show up anytime and if she left for the bathroom while he showed up forget it. Plus, if he showed up she could use his bathroom quickly. She waited for the next several minutes hoping he would show up so she could take a piss. She needed it so badly and sitting down wasn't enough for relief. She shuffled her feet and rocked back and forth in her seat. She hadn't felt this desperate in her life. Not even that time she was locked out from her bedroom and almost struck by lightning was she this desperate.
  9. It was a mildly cold 60°F day in the big city. Life flourished as usual without delay or breaks in the routine followed by the city. People went to work or school this morning, or went for a walk or out to the park. It was mundane for the city, especially since it was becoming warmer. But something was going to happen that would change all that. Out in the park, birds chirped and people walked, talked, sat or played. Some even did a picnic. The aqua-colored sky coated with its marshmallow-colored puffy clouds of various shapes brightened the day thanks to the sun. It was a pleasant day day despite the breeze. But one person gazing up at the clouds to check for weather patterns using his binoculars. The person was an amateur weather scientist of about 20 years and on his day off. So far, his gazing only brought more boring good weather. "Nothing to see here. All is well. Man there is no action or drama. But no drama is good drama, right?" He said to himself. He jotted his observations on his Samsung notepad app using a stylus pen. He went to look above again, turned his binoculars in every direction and saw nothing. Suddenly, he saw what appeared to be an area of the sky lit up as it turned from a blue to a fiery red color. The person was finally getting action but began to wonder what weather disturbance this was. The fire kept growing as it hurtled towards him. At first, he kept looking at the fire in the sky windering what it was. Was it a new phenomenon or have the gates of hell opened? Who knew? The center of the fire began to appear black in color as an object began to become visible with each passing moment it became visible. It was getting closer to the park and to the surface. The amateur scientist began to feel overcome with fear for what it might be and if he was in the crosshairs of the object. He ran away to inform a nearby officer of the law of the situation. Upon seeing this and some other bystanders too, he spoke through his radio to his other coworkers to get everyone out of the park. Soon various officers began ushering people out of the park. There was a general fear of the object that had come so much closer and could be perceived as an unidentified flying object. It was definitely not from this world and no longer on fire from entry into the atmosphere. People watched from afar as the object descended towards the surface of the Earth. Every officer was poised and ready to shoot for the protection of the human race and fight at ground zero of this event. Not only that, but swat, state troopers, and county police were called in. Even civilians armed to the teeth and military officers (still can be called or once served) came ready to defend the city. Even the mayor was by now taken to a bunker. The President and military had to be informed by this point. NASA and military satellites had to have picked up on this flying craft passing by them and warn the government. By now the craft had landed near the Earth's surface (100 feet above the park surface). Some alien fans wanted to get closer to do a meet and greet. Some even wanted autographs but they were kept behind the gates to the park. Others didn't know what to think or hated the idea of aliens showing up. And of course, cell phone pictures and recordings were going on. The aircraft just kept hovered above ground and the police army was ready to fire of necessary. One officer used his microphone and spoke. "This the combined might of the police security of Macropolis. Leave at once or come out with your hands up. If you fail to comply we will shoot you to kill!". But the officer's captain grabbed the microphone away from him for speaking what he thought by was a lame threat. He chose to speak. "Leave now or else. This is your last warning." The space craft didn't move at all. After 1 minute the captain opened his men to be prepare to fire upon the craft. He was also informed the military would show up soon. It would take them about 20 konutes for their jet crafts to show up. But it would take another 20 minutes more for the infantry men and women plus tanks to show up. Some people from the crowd of alien fans were trying to scream out not to fire on them. "You don't know they want to hurt us. You'll start a war we can't win." But others yelled back in Opposition. "Blow them up. They don't have permission to be here. Don't by any crap about peace. You can't say they don't to kill us!" The officers did as they were ordered by their superiors. The officers took formation and aim at the craft. Just as the order to attack the craft came about, the craft began making a strange automated noise. The underside of the ship was beginning to lower. The inside portion of the hatch was built with stairs leading up to the shop and out. Beyond the stairs was a black void which seemed to show nothing. Officers were poised and ready, while feeling awkward and fearful as they never dealt with this before. It wasn't everyday an alien spacecraft showed up and out of nowhere. Everyone was in awe as they were expecting little green men or something other worldly to come out of the ship. It was anyone's guess. From the empty void emerged a figure with a slender figure walking awkwardly walking down the stairs of the underside hatch. The figure appeared as an alien female of magenta skin color with brown hair, magenta eye color, with a height of about 5ft. 5 inches, wearing a small tiara. The tiara had a small round ruby-colored gem at the center. She came out with her legs pressed together and one hand tightened into a fist while the other was held out. The gesture was one of which said "stop stop don't shoot". The officers and civilian militia (made of civilians and former soldiers). She was accompanied by a small team of security guards. The guards also had magenta skin color and towered at 6 ft tall. They were muscular and wore armor for their protection. They carried staffs made of strong alloy and encircled the female alien. The head of the security team whispered to the female alien. But the female alien brushed it off. The police captain for the state police spoke through his microphone. "This is Captain Cyril Dunne of the state police. You are trespassing on Earth grounds. You must leave at once or else we will shoot." The guards surrounding the alien female took a poised stance to attack and defend. But the alien female gestured at her guards to stand down. She did so while holding the left side of her pants. The cops down below didn't know what they were saying and the civilian militia wanted a clear aim on the alien female. The alien female came in front of her guards and using a speaker of her own, she spoke. She did speak a little strained but with the voice of a 20-year old human female. "G-Greetings .. c-citizens of Earth. M-my n-n-name is Talfeena Nebulon .... princess of the S-Solarin people of Solarus ... planet. Ooooooohhh!" She said. She grabbed the front of her pants while bent forward and fighting off her urge to go. Everyone looked shocked they knew English, and that the princess of another civilization existed. But they wondered what was she doing. Why she was behaving the way she did? Was she alright? Talfeena Nebulon continued. "It i-is an honnnnour t-to meet a fellow n-neighbor from another ...... world. I -h-have come to make peace and ..... oooooooooo." The head of the security guards stepped up and chose to speak for her. This guard was the head of security. He was known as Drakkus Dae. "Her grace has come with an intention of peace between her race and yours. This peace will hopefully not just benefit your people but hers too. And if we establish peace it may help her grace at the moment." The police and everyone else were shocked. What did they mean benefit and how? And what was it the Princess wanted as of this moment.
  10. Hi! It's my 24th birthday and I was hoping to hear your best male public desperation stories (personal ones are best but any are fine!). I especially love ones involving having to find something to relieve yourself into or barely making it to a urinal!
  11. Hi! It's my 24th birthday and I was hoping to hear your best male public desperation stories (personal ones are best but any are fine!). I especially love ones involving having to find something to relieve yourself into or barely making it to a urinal!
  12. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    No matter how hard he tries, he can't hold all that piss back!

    © Genshin Impact

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    This is a follow up from my previous post which can be found below. Around 60 minutes after I peed in the last video I became desperate again so this time I peed in my diaper. I like to let it go really hard/fast which feels amazing but it definitely doesn't last long. I would love to hear what you think.
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  14. View File Desperate power piss in diaper (after my first rapid desperation) This is a follow up from my previous post which can be found below. Around 60 minutes after I peed in the last video I became desperate again so this time I peed in my diaper. I like to let it go really hard/fast which feels amazing but it definitely doesn't last long. I would love to hear what you think. Submitter realdesp Submitted 08/20/2022 Category Male  
  15. Summary: A female clubber is bursting for the bathroom while on a long bathroom qeueue. When she can't hold it any longer, she proceeds to take matters into her own hands before having an accident. Plot: Damn it! How long is this line going to be. I have to pee sososo bad." Gwenndolinne Masterson thought to herself. Since 12 midnight until now (1 am), she waiting on line for the ladies' room inside the Pheonix night club. As usual, Gwenndolinne was bursting beyond belief and needed to urinate so badly. The pressure just kept mounting upon her bladder as well as her poor urethra. Gwenndolinne always indulged in a good time at night clubs. She loved the music, dancing, good food, and the liquids. Specifically, she loved the soda, fruit punch, and red wine. Gwenndolinne just can't help herself and in the presence of these liquids, she consumes lots of it with her food. And she just can't help but ignore her need to go until she is severely desperate to bursting. And right now she was bursting big time. Gwenndolinne bobbed up and down, keeping her right leg double crossed, standing bent over, fighting her incessant wave of desperation. The pressure just kept mounting as all the fluids and food collected into her urethra. "Damn it why is this line not moving. Hey get outta there!" Gwenndolinne shouted followed by an "Oh no-nononononono no no oh no." Gwenndolinne almost spurted from speaking loudly and with passion. She had to go and soon or else. The line didn't move much except for 7 people out of what was a total of 25 people. There were 18 people still in front of her and it was pretty clear this line wasn't going to move any faster. One 21-year old girl in place #4 near the door was holding her crotch and bobbing up and down, couldn't take it anymore. "Excuse me excuse-" but she was cut short by the person at the door entrance. "A-a (shaking her head in a no-way manner)! Get to the back of the .... seriously?" The girl replied "I can't hold it. I just can't hold it oh gaawwd!" running inside while unable to stop wetting herself. Her trail of desperation was followed by complaints and cursing. One woman (40 years) said "Yeah kid run inside! If I wasn't desperate, I would-ah (wincing) eeeeeemmmmmmmmmm ....". Gwenndolinne Masterson couldn't believe what she saw. Here she was and number 19 on the line. And yet some girl jumped the line. "Who was this bimbo that grabbed her ticket for relief?" Gwenndolinne wondered. Gwenndolinne couldn't handle the proverbial smack in the face as her wave of desperation was made worse by her bladder contracting. It was as if her bladder saw this and protested with anger. Gwenndolinne applied more pressure against this pressure by contracting her urethra even more. She was already in so much pain and had to endure more. "This reminds me of the time I had to wait for Piper to get out of the bathroom and I had to piss in the garbage bag.". (Please see my fiction Desperate Morning). Gwenndolinne Masterson kept telling herself she would make it soon so as to not make her need worse. But time was ticking forward. It was 1:15 pm and still only two persons went inside while the girl from before (wetting herself) still didn't come in. The other woman (from before yelling at the pissing girl) couldn't take it anymore and ran inside. Since she was ..... well ... as big as Nyla Rose (AEW wrestling star) who could stop her as she pushed everyone out of the way. One girl (22 years old) lost her footing and landed on her butt. Sadly she began urinating in her jeans. "Noooooooooo!" the girl screamed. Gwenndolinne continued to bob and pee dance while leg double crossed online. At one point, her need became such an unnatural wave of desperation that cause her to crouch down. Wincing, teeth clenching, and whimpering, Gwenndolinne had to muster more of her strength not to let a single drop escape her. She has had accidents before but this time she wanted to avoid that. She wasn't going to let herself be (as her friends call her) Peeing Gwen. She hated that and she hated her stupid gluttonous nature for waiting too long at this point. She was determined to stay dry. After 20 seconds, she got her need under control but her urethra was paining her. She desperately wanted relief and wished the line moved faster. Suddenly, she and others could hear yelling inside the ladies' room. The female nearest the door could hear this. "You toilet hog! We need the toilet and you're enjoying phone sex? I just pissed myself and you just wave it off. That's it!". "Screw you!". Female bouncers came into the bathroom and hurried both women out. Two went in as three came out. Gwenndolinne was still trying to keep it together for the next 40 minutes. In that time she kept thinking positive thoughts, such as the time she went fishing with her father up-state. She remembered how peaceful it was and how quiet the environment behaved. This thought always helped to calm her nerves no matter the situation. But how long would it last? During this 40 minutes, another female (27 years) with jet-black hair, stiletto heels, a revealing top and a micro-mini skirt couldn't take it and ran off the line. She grabbed a huge beer mug from a customer about to ask for more beer. She lifted up her skirt and shoved the mug into position and released her pent up ocean. "Yes yes oh yes y-yes sweet relief. Oh man!". The customer behind her shouted at her to clean the mug while the staff told her to pay for damages. She casually waved her hand stating she was rich and would pay easily. At the end of the 40 minutes, Gwenndolinne couldn't take it anymore. Her will power was not enough to deal with the wave of desperation that reached super ultra maximum pressure against her poor urethra. Something had to give. And it could be her body that badly screamed neurotransmitters to let go like you wouldn't believe. Her mind lost it. She ran off line and looked for a plant pot or a corner not occupied. She began resorting to her frantic foolish self she tried to avoid becoming. She looked all over and saw not a single plant pot or an unoccupied corner that no one would see in her. She ran out the door and looked both sides. To her right was never ending buildings with alleys that were filled with people already. To her left was the same thing, except for one alley that seemed to be devoid of anyone. "Perfect!" she said to herself and ran over there. Gwenndolinne was overcome with much relief and wanted to get there asap. But she had to be careful not to cause herself to have an accident. She was wearing strappy shoes with heels and each step she took combined with her ectasy for relief and her need to go threatened to cause her to go. But she remained focused and made it to the alley of question. "Finally." Gwenndolinne cried with a smile only to find men taking a bathroom trip or vomiting. She was horrified by the horrible sight of biological waste and the numerous people. There was no privacy. And worse! The alley had a bad odor. Some looked like they were not from tough neighborhoods while others were skinny guys just waiting to be punched. Gwenndolinne stood there swaying her knees while bent forward, thinking about her next move. But where was she going to go. Suddenly, she felt a small dribble travel down the middle and that ended her indecisiveness. She ran past all the weirdos and seedy people, ran into the darkened areas of the alley and stopped behind a trash can. She saw the ground had a pot hole leading into the sewage. She made up her mind. Gwenndolinne positioned herself over this pot hole and readied to lower herself when another wave of desperation so powerful it nearly punched a jet of her pent up golden falls. She winced and gritted her teeth so hard she might have as well as caused her teeth to travel back upwards. "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she whimpered. This wave immobilized her to the extent that she felt moving might cause her to leak. But her resolve finally took over and she lowered herself. She lifted up the hem of her short skirt halter top dress, revealing she went commando. She opened her legs apart and made one last look down to ensure she properly over the pot hole. It was so dark she couldn't be completely sure but time was running out. She counted in her mind 1..2..3 and let go. A jet of her urine the appearance of a fire hose jet emitted itself from her nether region. Several smaller streams deviated from the main jet into the pot hole as well as rivulets emerged down the middle dripping profusely. Some of the rivulets went down to her buttocks nearby her genital region and dripping off the skin of her buttocks. Gwenndolinne almost fell backwards from the sweet ecstasy of relief. Her bladder deflated as well as her urethra feeling the pressure of the flow of her urine rapidly moving by. Her urine sizzled as steam emerged from the pot hole. It was hot and the sight according to the others was hot too. They couldn't believe someone did this in front of them. Suddenly, a voice could be heard calling out "Fuuuuuzzzzzzzz!". Everyone scrambled out of there to avoid the police, leaving Gwenndolinne by herself still urinating. A police patrol slowly drove by the alley. During the driveby, the driver looked in the direction of the alley. Gwenndolinne stood there frozen and crouched next to the trash pail still urinating. Her stream did start to trickle but she remained still. One officer asked if his partner saw anyone. The driver couldn't see anything and continued driving. Her stream slowly tricked to a stop and once she pushed out the last few drops, she proceeded to get back on her feet. She carefully left the alley and inspected the coast. Majority of the street was empty as people carefully left quickly. Gwenndolinne left as well and made her way home asap. She didn't bother to wipe the dried up urine off her bottom and the few rivulets that traveled down the inside seams of her thighs. Gwenndolinne proceeded to plop on her bed and worry about it the next morning. And the laundry too. FYI: Gwenndolinne is 25 years old.
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