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Plastic Pants Girl #1.mp4

View File KEPA-017 KEPA-017-01 - A woman desperate to pee gets trapped in conversation and ends up wetting herself. KEPA-017-02 - A drunk woman desperate to pee is seen hunched over some barrels. A man walking along sees her and try's offering his help. The woman unable to walk lays on her back on the floor as the man try's to help her stand back up. Just as he helps her back on her feet she wets herself. After she gets done wetting herself she wraps her arm around his neck and starts playing with herself. KEPA-017-03 - A woman puts on a how for her boss by sitting on some desk's and playing with herself for a little bit before wetting her panties. KEPA-017-04 - A schoolgirl sits down next to an older man and try's flirting with him. However the man doesn't seem to interested so she pulls up her skirt and wets herself infront of him. Once she gets done she grabs his hand and rubs it against her now wet panties. Screenshots are in order of the files KEPA-017 Uncut has everything above plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/20/2023 Category JAV Collections  

View File Wetting in her bikini in the bathroom A cute girl wetting her bikini in the bathroom. (Includes some nudity). Submitter WettingMaster Submitted 03/19/2023 Category Female  

It was amazing .I did video with that on my MV. My boyfriend was so hard if i peed my pants so much. 😄 I love soaking my knickers and jeans in public.

Hello all, Please be warned that this is an ongoing story of my struggles against a new bodily issue. You see, I've always been into omo in a more casual sense. I hold at home all the time, and it turns me on SO GOOD! However, recently I've started to struggle with genuine incontinence... I've wet the bed and soaked myself at work, both of which left me utterly mortified. I'm not currently engaging in any purposeful holds. I'm hoping that by giving my bladder a break, I might push through whatever the current issue is. I also have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to find out whether it's a UTI or a genuine form of incontinence. My mother had urge incontinence, in that her bladder would clamp down for no discernable reason and she'd have very little time to find somewhere to relieve herself. Due to this being in my family history, I wouldn't be surprised if I was more susceptible to it or something similar. I'm hoping that's all this is, because it's really interfering with daily life and has reduced me to always having a diaper ready and wearing one to bed to prevent repeated messes that I'd have to clean up. Note that I'm not into diapers at all, I always thought of them as humiliating. I don't get off at all when I use a diaper, and consider it more of a crutch than anything else. I'm aware that this viewpoint changes form person to person and what flavor of omo you're into. Therefore I want to make it clear that I am in no way shaming those who enjoy diapers and/or genuinely need them. With that out of the way, let's get started. I usually only use the restroom once at work, right before lunch, which I'd already done. I'm more than comfortable holding it the rest of the day, as I'm not usually anywhere near full or desperate before I get home. I usually only go 2-3 times a day. That's at work before lunch, late afternoon or early evening, and sometimes I have to go in the morning before work. I'm a dietary host at a local hospital. I ask patients what they'd like to eat, pass trays, collect trays, and stock pantries. Needless to say, this is a rather social job. My day at work began like any other. I came into the hospital, placed my coat and whatnot in my locker, then sat down in the cafe and enjoyed a free breakfast with my fellow food service hosts. We just talked about whatever for about 20 minutes until it was time to head to the diet office, grab our work phones and iPads, and read through the day's notes. No notes today, that's good. We're also on a 5 host rotation, so none of us have a very large assignment. This has been the case quite often recently, and is a very welcome break from the 3 host rotations where I'd have a rehab unit and an entire nurses station worth of patients to get orders from. Not to mention that it takes longer to pass and collect trays when you have more patients AND don't have anyone helping you. Back on topic, I got about 15 menus before the cart full of breakfast trays was delivered to me. Quota is 10, so I'm doing pretty good. I pass the breakfast trays, deal with a couple patients that want to change their order or aren't satisfied with their food, and head downstairs to say hi to my old coworkers down in the kitchen. Note that I used to work in the kitchen as a dietary attendant and am familiar with the job roles and the people. After a few minutes of goofing off, I head back upstairs and resume asking patients what they'd like to eat. This goes on until 10:15am when I finish my assignment and start talking to random people that cross my path on the 5th floor elevator lobby. At 10:30, I head back to my unit and get a menu from a new patient and pre-organize my pantry. We don't stock pantries until after lunch, but I like to pull all the juices forward and check all the dates before heading to lunch. I then used the restroom and grabbed a Gatorade which I drank over the course of about an hour. This means I had the same bottle of Gatorade both before and after my lunch break, it's not like I chugged it or anything. After a nice big lunch consisting of goodies from the salad bar, some fries and a brownie, I headed back to the diet office and grabbed my pantry stock sheet. I then went back upstairs and counted the pantry. After counting the pantry and marking down what I needed to restock, I headed back to the elevator lobby to wait for the cart full of lunch trays to arrive. NGL, I pretty much just goofed off on my phone and said hi to anyone that passed through. I seem to be rather well liked here. Once the lunch trays arrived, it was basically the same as breakfast. I pass the trays out, help patients open their salad dressing packets (we have a lot of old people here), and deal with a couple people that want to change their orders. Passing lunch went rather smoothly and I went downstairs, grabbed one of the red carts for stocking pantries, grabbed all the goodies I needed for my pantry, and stocked said pantry. I then walked back to the elevator lobby to head down and return my cart. I was waiting for the elevator when all of a sudden I GOTTA PEE RIGHT NOW! It was a very different kind of desperation than I'm used to. I'm used to a lot of pressure bc I have a humongous bladder that maxes out just under 2L, but this was more of like the contractions that you get when your stream starts to die down and you need to get the rest out. It was a very strong contraction, forcing me to take my hands off my cart and double over! I ran over to the bathrooms, only to find them both occupied and someone already waiting! Shaking and nearly in tears, I begged to go first! I've never felt so humiliated in my life! It took everything I had to stop from grabbing myself in front of the random dude from central supply! Unfortunately, I had no choice but to do the most frantic doubled over dance you'll ever see for about 20-30 seconds before I got hit with another even more potent contraction that straight up wouldn't stop! It forced my pee right out of me, running down my legs and into my shoes before pooling at me feet, leaving me standing there sobbing! I was completely mortified with no idea what to do and just sobbed for a moment... The only thing in my mind was "no way! I didn't just do that! There's no way I'd ever do that!" I continued to break down for a moment before the bathroom door opened, and the occupant looked very concerned at the dietary host standing in a puddle with tears streaking down his face buried in his hands! It took a moment for me to bring myself back to the real world, at which point a housekeeper and a patient care tech had joined the group of people trying to help. I tried wiping my tears away and apologized profusely, still somewhat sobbing as I apologized. Everyone was very kind and helpful. The patient care tech (beautiful young lady that I've always had eyes for) gave me a spare set of the generic patient clothes and lead me to the patient shower where I cleaned myself up, wringed my clothes out under the running water, and changed into the patient clothes. I called my boss on my work phone (luckily it was in the pocket on my right side so it didn't get soaked) and told her that I'd just had an accident and needed to go home for the day, as all I have is patient clothes and I was completely torn apart by what just happened. I've always known my boss to be a very understanding young lady (I don't know her exact age but I'm guess low 30's at most) who's exceptionally good at her job and with helping people. She saw to it that I got to leave without having to cross paths with any of my coworkers, which really made my day. I went out into the parking lot nearly crying, and told the lot attendants which car I had and that I needed to leave early. They didn't ask anything and were very kind about the whole situation, setting the heat for me before fetching my car and sending me on my way. At this point I hopped on the omo.org Discord server and discussed what had just happened. More than anything, I just needed to get it off my chest so I could stop sobbing. I'm not 100% sure what I expected, but everyone was very kind and caring. A user (who's name I will not reveal bc it was via DM) talked with me for a couple hours and recommended a really amazing show called Narcos to watch while I try to pull myself together. I ended up taking a bath to try to calm my nerves before starting the show, since I was so upset I felt like I was gonna throw up. I ended up binging Narcos for about 4 hours before making some soup and crackers and heading to bed. I was so messed up that day that I hadn't eaten dinner, and with my heart conditions, it's not a great idea for me to skip meals, so I made sure I at least got something in me before I hit the sack for the night. This whole ordeal came after wetting the bed very badly the previous night, like dripping through the bed onto the floor. I have a whole story on that experience, which includes goodies on cleaning your mattress and whatnot. Naturally, after this many incidents, I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow to see what's going on. Maybe urge incontinence like my mom had, maybe a UTI, maybe they messed something up when they did my hernia repairs (yes, plural, had it done 3 times at 2 different hospitals bc the first one kept fucking it up and the repairs would fail and the whole area would ache and burn). Either way, this isn't meant to be about my medical history, so I'm gonna call it here. I'll link the bed wetting story below. Thank you so much for reading through the whole story! Daredare205's best!

View File SYO-16 Several girls in bikinis find themselves desperate and locked out of their houses and/or bathrooms and end up peeing. Submitter Burgers Submitted 03/19/2023 Category JAV Collections  

Finally, Suresh saw a gymnasium and hurried towards it, hoping to use the urinals there, but to his dismay, the door to the gymnasium was locked. His bladder felt like it had a knife stabbing from inside, it was filled with an awful lot of urine. It was so full in fact that he couldn’t even stand straight let alone walk and the thought of looking further for a toilet terrified him. He had to piss like a racehorse but had nowhere to go; he squeezed his cock in desperation, stuck in his dilemma while he stood there, his bladder about to explode with the force of a nuclear bomb when he heard a familiar voice call out to him "Suresh! What are you doing here? I thought you left for home already," he turned around to see it was Nemali, "Come on, I'll drive you home," she said. “Oh, Nemali ma'am, is that you? I-I'm dying for the loo” Suresh blurted out, relieved to see someone he knew as he hobbled towards the Mercedes Maybach S650 she was sitting in, “Oh, thank goodness, could you drop me home? I can’t wait for a piss!” he sighed, embarrassed at admitting his predicament while struggling to walk towards her car, stricken with panic as he reached for the door and gratefully climbed in next to her. Nemali was a bit taken aback at his sudden confession. Being the Chief Financial Officer of the company, she had not expected a subordinate to be so upfront with her, “How long have you been standing here?” she asked as she saw him struggling to put on his seat belt, “I thought you went home?” “Oh, I have been waiting here for almost half an hour” he said, “Couldn’t book a cab and the one that I got showed a 1-Hour wait until pick up.” “Oh, that sounds bad,” Nemali said as she drove. "Oh, thank you so much for helping me, I don’t know what I would have done had you not shown up" Suresh sighed gratefully as he crossed his knees tightly, hoping to give some rest to his foot long cock while he put a hand firmly on his upper thigh. Nemali smiled and said, "No problem. We're a team, and we should look out for each other." “Oh, t-thank you so much...you don’t know how much that means to me,” he said, “S-so how was your day?” he asked her, trying to divert the conversation and take his mind off from his pressing need. “Oh, it was great,” she answered, “How about you?” “It was good, just really busy, I'm glad it's over…but..err…Nemali Ma’am, I am sorry to bother you, but would you know of any toilets nearby?” Suresh abruptly asked, bending a bit forward, his need becoming very urgent. Nemali couldn’t believe that he could dare to speak like that in front of her, moreover she could not believe that he would even think that a polished and high status woman like her would know of someplace so dirty and despicable like a public toilet, “I am sorry, Suresh but I don’t know,” Nemali answered, “Don’t worry, you’ll be home soon…” she told him. “Oh, thank you… could you please hurry,” he pleaded to her. He had never held his piss this long ever before in his life. “Oh dear, looks like you are bursting,” Nemali sighed at his plight. “Oh, you have no idea how full my bladder had gotten during the last visit, I really thought I wasn’t going to make it back to the office,” he struggled for a breath, “I thought so many times to just ask the client to excuse me for minute while I quickly used the toilet on the property but then I…I realized that doing so would come across as really unprofessional and I didn’t want to get in trouble with my boss….” "Wait, you've been waiting all that time?" she exclaimed in disbelief. "Did you use the toilet at the office?" "Oh, that's where I was headed as soon as I got back from the home tour," Suresh explained. "But the urinals were closed for cleaning, so I couldn't use them. That's why I decided to get a cab and go home instead." Nemali’s heart skipped a beat, “Oh, I am so sorry to hear that,” she tried to console him, “Well, just asking, when was the last time you went to the toilet anyway?” she inquired, trying to sound as nonchalant as she could. “Well, this is embarrassing but I couldn’t visit the toilet today because of all the work,” Suresh forced his words as he labored for his breath. Nemali looked at him in disbelief ,”Oh you must be going out of your mind needing the loo then!,” she said, unable to fathom how he had managed to hold on for so long. Suresh just hoped she drover faster. He didn't want to tell her how much he had to drink that day but by when he had stepped out of the office to show properties to his clients that morning, he had already emptied a whole 20-liter water can, fueling up for what he knew would be a long day. It hadn’t stopped there though. Throughout the day, he had consumed almost 24 cups of extra-large Trenta cups of coffee from Starbucks, each holding a whopping 31 ounces and while showing properties to his clients, he was able to enjoy a total of 12 pots of the green tea, offered by the hospitable hosts or occupants, he drank it for the health of his kidneys as he had made sure to stay hydrated and energized throughout his busy day of property showings, fueling up on his favorite beverages and not letting thirst get in the way of his work. He let out a sigh, finally being able to focus on holding his river of piss now that he knew he was on his way home. "Oh, thank you so much, you have no idea how much I need to go," he again said gratefully. He did not want to think what he would do if he could not reach his home on time before his bladder exploded, he just hoped that would not happen. "Don't worry about it," Nemali said, smiling. His bladder had felt like a boulder while he had been trying to get inside that gymnasium, it was so full he wasn’t even able to take a step, but he thanked God when Nemali showed up at the right time, though now his need was more urgent than before and he knew it was going to be a very close call. Nemali on the other hand felt a bit tired after her day at work. She was a thorough professional who prioritized her work above all else. Now at the age of twenty-four, Nemali was the Chief Financial Officer of the real estate firm, with her sights set on becoming the CEO in the next few years. Nemali's academic achievements had been nothing short of stellar. She had secured a seven-figure scholarship while applying to the state university to pursue a degree in Economics where she eventually went on to secure the highest rank in all of her semesters. Her friends even called her a "Human Calculator" in teasing. She had been a multifaceted champion, excelling in both chess and badminton during her school and university years and had a reputation as a tenacious and versatile chess player, recognized as the unofficial state champion, and a dominant force in badminton for well over a decade, with gold medals in state and national championships. While completing her undergraduate studies, she had taken on the Chartered Accountancy examinations and also enrolled in a rigorous Chartered Financial Analyst program. She studied for the exams while pursuing her undergraduate degree and cleared all three levels of the CFA program in just two years. After completing her undergraduate degree and achieving the CA and CFA qualifications, Nemali had decided to pursue an MBA in Finance from a top business school in the country. She enrolled in the program and was soon recognized as a top performer, earning several accolades and awards for her academic achievements. She was young and beautiful and she had achieved what only a few exceptional individuals could. Her expertise and professional prowess had set her apart from the vast majority of professionals in her field. Nemali had always cared deeply about her appearance and always dressed in stylish clothes, suits with trousers or skirts, and looked every bit a fashion model. Though Nemali's stunning beauty was often the talk of the office, she had never paid attention to her colleagues who could not help but gaze in awe as she walked down the hallways of the office building. Many of them had tried to win her heart, but to no avail. Nemali had politely turned down every marriage proposal, explaining that her career was her only priority. While some may have found this attitude surprising, it was no secret that Nemali was fiercely driven and focused towards her goals. Her ambition was evident in everything she did, from her impressive academic record to her rapid ascent up the corporate ladder. She lived an extravagant lifestyle, with a wardrobe filled with designer clothing and accessories. She enjoyed visiting the most exclusive and opulent restaurants, known for their high-quality food, impeccable service, and luxurious atmosphere. Her dining choices ranged from Michelin-starred restaurants to trendy hotspots that catered to the elite, where she could enjoy exotic delicacies and the finest vintage wines. With a penchant for luxury, she was particularly drawn to restaurants with stunning views or lavish interiors that matched her high-end lifestyle. She had even made a significant investment in purchasing a luxurious apartment last year that sprawled across four floors of a high-rise building situated in the prime location of the city. The opulent space was a testament to Nemali's success and reflected her refined taste and appreciation for the finer things in life. From the panoramic views to the premium amenities, Nemali had spared no expense in curating her dream home. It was almost around 7 PM now which put them at the city tunnel in the height of rush hour traffic. Getting through the tunnel at this time in the evening usually took about a half hour and the fact that the distance from Suresh’s home to the tunnel was almost thirty minutes by what he had told her, Nemali had prepared herself for a hour long ride to his place. As they inched their way to the tunnel Nemali saw a look of worry on Suresh’s face. When they entered the tunnel, the traffic came to a screeching halt, inching forward at a snail's pace. The traffic was moving slowly and after a few minutes Nemali could see Suresh crossing and uncrossing his legs. Soon he was moaning in agony and doubling over at the waist. She could tell that he was really struggling to hold on but there was nothing much she could do to help him other than get him home as soon as possible. The traffic continued to move ever so slowly and at one point came to a complete halt. Nemali noticed Suresh trembling as he tried hard to contain himself. She kept glancing down at his crotch, hoping to see a wet patch but it was dry. The minutes dragged on, and the traffic was at a complete standstill, leaving Suresh's bladder on the brink of bursting, but he didn’t utter a word out of sheer embarrassment. He could still feel all that liquid pumping into his exhausted organ. Nemali couldn't help but glance down at his crotch again, wondering how he was still holding on. He commented that he had to go really bad and Nemali kept encouraging him by telling him to think of something else. She knew though, that he could think of nothing else at this time except his dire need to urinate. Finally, after about thirty-five minutes inside the tunnel the traffic began to move forward, inch by inch and Nemali began to drive along with it. "Oh, please can we stop somewhere, my bladder is bursting", Suresh exclaimed, “I need to go so bad." Nemali assured him that she would pull over as soon as she could but then the traffic stopped again, briefly as cars were lead out of the tunnel. They were still only about mid-way through. A cop stood at the end of the tunnel letting about ten cars out at a time so as not to create a bottle-neck of traffic in the street outside the tunnel. Nemali glanced at Suresh’s crotch once more. She was in awe of how long he was holding such a bad piss. They were still at a standstill when Suresh let out a moan of agony, “Oh, I‘m bursting…” He just kept saying "Oh, I'm so embarrassed" but Nemali told him not to worry, and that it could happen to anyone. The traffic began to move, and she drove ahead carefully. Finally, they were out of the dark tunnel, but still crawling in traffic. At this point, Suresh told Nemali he couldn't even talk, because if he did he was going to loose control. He shifted uneasily in his seat, his hand pressed hard against his crotch as he tried to contain the massive pressure in his bladder. "N-Nemali ma’am, I am sorry to bother you but I really need to take a piss now! Can we please find a toilet?" he said with a look of desperation. Nemali nodded, "Of course, I'll find one as soon as possible," she said, her eyes darting around for any signs of a public restroom. There were many restaurants in that part of the city, but trying to find a parking place was hard on a good day. Now, with all of the cars that just came out of the tunnel, it was near to impossible. The city was not the kind of place where one could pull over and pee on the side of the road either. There were wall to wall people on the streets, and lots of policemen around. Nemali was hurrying so that Suresh could get to a toilet and finally let it out. Her heart raced as she navigated through the bustling city streets, searching for a parking spot, while Suresh was on the verge of losing control. She quickly took a turn and drove down a crowded street, trying to keep her eyes peeled for any sign of a restroom. Suresh's need was growing more urgent by the second. He squirmed in his seat, his breaths becoming shallower as he tried to hold on. Finally, they spotted a small public restroom on the side of the road and Nemali quickly pulled over before Suresh jumped out of the car and ran inside, unbuckling the leather belt around his waist and opening the button on his trousers but as he reached the entrance, the attendant stopped him. "Excuse me, sir. You need to pay one rupee to use the restroom," the attendant said. Suresh's eyes widened in shock, "I don't have any change on me. Please, I really need to use the toilet," he begged. "I'm sorry, sir. No payment, no entry," the attendant replied, folding his arms. Suresh frantically searched his pockets, hoping to find a coin he had missed. But his pockets were empty. In defeat, he closed the button of his trousers and fastened his belt around his aching bladder, still tightly holding his river of urine, while he hobbled back to the car as fast as his inflated urine tank would allow and knocked on the window, trying to get Nemali's attention. "Nemali, I need a coin. Please, I can’t wait any longer," he said, his voice cracking with desperation. “Oh, dear,” Nemali quickly searched through her purse, but unfortunately she had no coins either. "I'm sorry, Suresh. I don't have any change on me," she said, her voice filled with concern. Overwhelmed, Suresh moaned in agony and helplessness. He hurried back to the restroom and begged the attendant once more, but the man refused to budge. Crushed at the refusal, Suresh returned to the car, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I can't believe this is happening to me," he said, his voice shaking with emotion as he closed the door after climbing in, crossing his legs in desperation. Nemali placed a comforting hand on his knee, "It's okay, Suresh. We'll find another toilet," she said, her voice filled with sympathy but Suresh did not respond, he was dying for a wee. Nemali started to drive as fast as she could and they were just a few minutes away from his residence when all of a sudden her phone rang; it was her real estate agent Shefali. Though she was the Chief Financial Officer of a company in the real estate industry she preferred to use an outside agency to help her with personal transactions so that she could focus on her own work and avoid any conflicts of interest that might arise if she were to handle her own personal transactions. It was a sensible decision on her part to help her with the purchase, rather than relying on her own company's resources. "Good evening, Shefali," Nemali answered in a poised voice. "What can I do for you?" "Ms. Nemali, I have some exciting news to share with you," Shefali said in a calm, professional tone. "The penthouse I told you about is now available for a visit. The owner is looking for a discerning buyer like you, who values luxury and exclusivity." Nemali's eyes widened with interest. "That is wonderful news, Shefali. But, I am on my way to drop my colleague at his place. Can we schedule the visit for another time?" "I understand your predicament, Ms. Nemali," Shefali replied in a polite tone. "But this is a unique opportunity, and I cannot guarantee when the property will be available for a visit again. I would hate for you to miss out on the chance to see it." Nemali's mind raced as she considered her options. She didn't want to keep Suresh waiting, but the opportunity to see the penthouse was too good to pass up. "This penthouse is truly one-of-a-kind, with sweeping views of the city skyline and the latest in cutting-edge technology and design. It would be the perfect addition to your impressive property portfolio," Shefali continued while on call. Nemali thought at the prospect of adding this property to her collection. "That sounds like something I cannot miss. Let me see if Suresh would mind waiting for a little while." She turned towards him and said, “Suresh, it is my real estate agent, would you mind if I visit this property first before dropping you home?” she asked, “I know you need to take a piss but I have been trying to check this penthouse out for almost a month now but never got the time, my agent is there at the moment, would it be alright if we made a quick stop before I drop you off? I have an opportunity to see a truly exceptional property, I promise we won’t be too long” she requested. The thought of having to wait longer for the toilet terrified Suresh but he couldn’t refuse the Chief Financial Officer of the company, “S-Sure ma’am, not an issue,” he breathed hoping he would get to pee as soon as they reached the place. Nemali breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to her phone, "Shefali, I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I am excited to see this penthouse. Let us proceed with the visit. I will be there as soon as possible." "Excellent, Nemali," Shefali said with a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "I will see you shortly, and I am confident you will not regret this decision." Meanwhile, Suresh’s bladder was still ballooning rapidly and he didn’t know if he could control his urge to urinate for much longer. “Ma’am, I was thinking if.. you know…if I could take a piss at the penthouse?” Suresh pleaded meekly, “My home is far from where we are going and I really need to use the toilet…” he was absolutely bursting as he said this. Nemali looked at him in disbelief, that penthouse could be her abode in the future and she was not sure if she was comfortable with someone using the facilities before she had even made the purchase, “I am sorry Suresh but that is a premium piece of real estate and I think it is really rude to ask to use the toilet at someone else’s house,” Nemali said, trying not to sound angry. “I am sorry, ma’am but I would not have asked if it hadn’t been this urgent,” Suresh begged, crossing his legs tighter. Nemali saw that he was telling the truth and though she was unwilling to concur she agreed half heartedly to let Suresh use the toilet once they got there. Though seething with anger, she told herself that she was a good person for letting him use the toilet but now regretted bringing Suresh along for the visit. Soon they were at the location and Nemali parked her car outside the luxurious building before stepping out, Suresh was dying for a wee by this point and found it harder to control the urge now that he was standing, all he wanted was to get inside the penthouse and unleash a torrent of hot piss into the toilet. They quickly made their way to the entrance, where Shefali was waiting to greet them. "Welcome, Nemali ma’am," Shefali said with a warm smile. "I'm so glad you could make it." Nemali returned the smile and said, "Thank you, Shefali. I am really excited to see the property." As Shefali led them to the elevator, Suresh looked around nervously; it was getting very difficult for him to walk, he had to piss like a fire hydrant now and knew he did not have much time left before he would start pissing uncontrollably, toilet or no toilet. He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, trying to distract himself from the exploding pressure in his bladder. They entered the elevator, and he knew it was going to be a long ride up to the 42nd floor. As the elevator began to ascend, Suresh felt as if his bladder would erupt right there in front of the two women, he tried to hide it, but the pressure was becoming unbearable. "Excuse me, miss," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "But how much longer until we get to the apartment?" “It usually takes 10 minutes from the ground floor." Suresh's heart sank. He wasn't sure if he could hold it for that long. He started panicking but there was nothing he could do. When they finally reached the 42nd floor, Shefali led them to the entrance of the high-rise suite and as soon as they got inside Suresh could not hold himself back any longer, "Excuse me, Shefali," he interrupted. “..but I really need to use the toilet." Shefali paused and hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm afraid the toilets in the penthouse are currently out of order. We're having some maintenance work done, and they won't be functional for a few more days." Suresh's face dropped, and he looked crestfallen. "But I really need to take a piss. Is there anywhere else nearby that I can go?" Shefali looked at his bulging crotch where his elephantine penis rested and shook her head apologetically. "I'm sorry, Suresh, but the nearest toilet is quite a distance away. It would take some time to get there and back, and I'm not sure it would be worth the trouble." Suresh looked defeated, and Nemali felt a pang of sympathy for him. "Shefali, is there anything we can do? This is really an emergency for Suresh." “I am sorry Nemali ma’am but there is nothing that I can think of at the moment,” Shefali admitted, “You’ll have to wait, sir” she said coldly. Suresh couldn’t believe his ears, he was almost about to starting weeing in his pants, “Suresh, we’ll be out of here in no time, would you just give me 10 minutes to go through the property, please? I promise it won’t take long,” Nemali requested. He couldn’t believe how inconsiderate, selfish and thoughtless Nemali could be when she knew full well just how long he had been waiting to urinate. With a defeated tone, he finally agreed to wait, “Y-yes, sure, ma’am,” resigning himself to the agony of crossing his legs as he took a seat, waiting for Nemali and Shefali to finish their inspection. His urgent need to use the bathroom was unbearable, and his frustration grew as he watched her casually stroll through the property, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort. The pressure was mounting, and his hands were shivering as he struggled to hold on. Nemali stood in the middle of the grand living room, her eyes scanning every inch of the space. Shefali had just started giving her the grand tour of the penthouse, but Nemali was already in disbelief. It was as if she had been transported to another world, one where luxury and opulence were the norm. The penthouse was one of the most luxurious and exclusive apartments in the city, boasting 10 rooms, including 6 bedrooms and 9 bathrooms, and a whopping 140 feet of frontage. She couldn't help but let out a gasp as she turned to look at the glass atrium with its wall that swung open. The view was breathtaking, and she felt as though she was suspended in the air. Shefali smiled at her, clearly pleased with her reaction. "It's amazing, isn't it?" she asked. Nemali nodded, unable to find the words to express just how incredible the space was. As they moved towards the terrace, Nemali's eyes were drawn to the double-height ceilings in the living room. It was as if the space went on forever, and she felt incredibly small in comparison. The decorations were just as impressive as the features. Beautiful chandeliers hung from the ceilings, and works of art lined the walls. Some of the spaces even reminded her of a Roman villa, with marble worktops and oak floors. Shefali led her through the different floors of the luxury apartment, and Nemali couldn't believe what she was seeing, a gym, a cinema, a library, a whisky bar, and even a billiard room. It was as if every possible amenity had been thought of. But it was the 70-foot-long infinity pool with the water slide that truly stole the show, the pool seemed to merge with the skyline, offering a view that was second to none. She imagined herself floating in the pool, staring out at the city below, and couldn't help but feel a sense of longing As she gazed out at the city, she knew that this was a place she needed to add to her already impressive property portfolio. "Shefali, I have to say I'm really impressed with this penthouse! It's even more magnificent than I expected!" Nemali beamed. "I'm so glad to hear that, Ms. Nemali. This is truly one of the most exclusive and luxurious apartments in the city." "Absolutely! I mean, look at this 70-foot-long rooftop swimming pool! And the view from up here is breathtaking!" "I know, right? And the interior decorations are just as impressive as the exterior. The chandeliers and works of art are just stunning!" Shefali added. "I can see that the designer has really outdone himself here. The Roman villa-inspired decor is just fantastic!" Nemali said. "Definitely and the amenities this building offers are second to none. The gym, swimming pool, and massage therapy room are just a few of the perks residents get to enjoy," Shefali continued "And let's not forget the wine cellar! I mean, who wouldn't want to store their collection in a climate-controlled environment?" Nemali beamed. "Exactly. And the separate guest apartment on the floor below is perfect for visitors or staff," Shefali hoped that she had cracked the deal. "It's a true palace in the sky, Shefali,” Nemali replied enthusiastically, “I can't wait to make an offer!" Nemali looked at Shefali and said, "Thank you so much for showing me around the penthouse, it's absolutely beautiful. I'm very interested in buying it, but I have to leave now. I need to drop off Suresh at his place." Shefali smiled and said, "Of course, Nemali. I'm glad you enjoyed the tour. We can schedule another meeting to discuss the details of the purchase. Would next week work for you?" Nemali nodded and replied, "Yes, next week works for me. I'll have my assistant send you my availability, and we can coordinate from there." Shefali smiled, “Feel free to call me anytime if you have any questions or concerns." Nemali thanked her and said, "Thank you, Shefali. You've been very helpful. I'm looking forward to working with you on this." Shefali smiled and replied, "Likewise, Ms. Nemali. Have a safe drive, and I'll see you next week." By now, Suresh had to piss like a fire hose, and it was all Nemali’s fault, though a ray of hope shone inside him when he saw them come back to the drawing room, “Nemali ma’am, can we go now?” he begged and she had to agree. As they both stepped out of the penthouse, Suresh gasped in desperation, “Oh thank goodness, you made it quick, I can’t wait for the toilet anymore” he moaned. “I am so sorry, Suresh” Nemali said. Suresh was frustrated that the place had nine toilets and not a single one was working. He was cursing Nemali in his mind for delaying his trip to the toilet but there was nothing else he could do. They got inside her car and were soon on the way to Suresh’s place. His desperation was so extreme that he squirmed the entire time they were driving, and when the vehicle finally pulled up outside Suresh’s place 15 minutes later, he hastily jumped out and made a run for the front door. But it was only after reaching the door step that he realized that he had left his business briefcase, and hence his keys, inside Nemali’s vehicle. “Oh, Nemali ma’am, my key is in your car,” he wailed as he hobbled back to the vehicle barely able to stop himself from pissing right then and there and quickly retrieved his bag from the back seat before rushing back towards the door of his house. Nemali stepped out of her vehicle and saw Suresh crossing his legs tightly as he looked for the keys in his bag. The next blow came when Suresh could not find the keys in his bag, and realized that he must have left them at work. Unable to get in, Suresh frantically tried not to lose control of his very full bladder right there at the doorstep in front of Nemali. "Is everything okay, Suresh?," Nemali asked “I can't find my house keys, I think I left them at work," he moaned in agony as he went through his wallet, but it wasn’t there either “Could you jimmy the door lock and let me in?" Suresh asked Nemali. Oh, he was bursting more now that he was just a few feet away from his toilet. "I'm sorry, Suresh. I don't know how to do that. Maybe we could try calling a locksmith? Or do you need me to drive you somewhere else?" Nemali asked, she had seen how desperate Suresh had been during the entire ride home and for him to come this far and not be able to get inside his house really made her feel for him. But just then, Suresh recalled that his neighbor Mrs. Kiara has a duplicate key to his place! "Oh, actually, Mrs. Kiara has a duplicate key. Let me get it from her," Suresh rushed to his neighbor’s house that was a few yards across and rang the bell in panic, but there was no answer. "Oh, isn't she home? Open the door, I am bursting for the toilet!" he groaned in frustration. He then quickly took out his cell phone and called Mrs. Kiara in dread. It was around eight o'clock by now and she was at a restaurant enjoying the night with some of her friends when she felt a vibration from her cell phone and decided to check who was calling. She took it out from her handbag and looked at it and saw that it was her neighbor, Suresh. She hadn’t expected to hear from him at this time, so she quickly moved to a quiet place to have a conversation with him, “Hello?” she said. "Mrs. Kiara, it's Suresh. I'm so sorry to bother you, but I can't find my house keys, and I really need to get in. Do you have the spare key?" "Oh, Suresh, I'm sorry, I'm not at home right now. I'm out with my friends. Can you wait for a bit?" "I am sorry Mrs. Kiara but I really can't wait. I need to get in right away, I actually need to use the toilet, I haven’t taken a piss the whole day!" he begged her, squeezing his cock for dear life. "Oh dear, I'll see what I can do. Give me a few minutes," Mrs. Kiara heard the concern in his voice and said to him that she was going to catch a taxi and would be there right away. Suresh thanked her a lot and confirmed again that he had to pee really badly telling her that it would be great if she could come as soon as possible. Mrs. Kiara understood his predicament immediately, especially when she saw on her phone that she had eighteen more missed calls from him. She informed him that she’d be back home in 30 minutes. Suresh was shaken to the core upon learning that he would have to wait another 30 minutes to use the toilet but he had no other choice than to wait, “Hurry…please! Please! Please! Hurry please!” he cried out, “I can’t hold it, I can’t!” he begged before he walked back home with small but quick steps where Nemali was still waiting for him. By now, Mrs. Kiara had quickly hailed a taxi and was rushing to Suresh's place. As she arrived, she saw him anxiously waiting at the front of the door, with his bladder swollen to the size of a basketball, "Oh, thank you so much for coming," Suresh said with relief as he saw her, "I really need to use the toilet." He was embarrassed to have to utter such words in front of them, but he was really desperate. "Don't worry, Suresh," Mrs. Kiara replied, "Let's get you inside first," she hurriedly made her way to the front door, and quickly picked the lock to let them in. "Oh, thank you Mrs. Kiara…” Suresh said, grappling with his belt as he rushed towards his toilet, the explosive relief just a few feet away from him now. The pressure was finally going to flow out of his exhausted penis, oh he couldn’t believe how badly he had needed this piss and for how long! He hurried to the toilet, but his relief turned into shock and then into frustration and fury when he found a notice taped to the toilet lid: "DO NOT USE." "What the...? Oh, my God no..!" his words broke, his hot piss forced to stop on its way out. The workmen had promised him faithfully that all the plumbing in the bathroom would be sorted out before he arrived home but it clearly hadn’t. Suresh wanted to desperately use the toilet and thought for a moment to simply lift the lid and unleash his pressure into it but he controlled himself just barely. He gave himself a moment to compose himself, re-fastening his belt and looking in the bathroom mirror to straighten his tie and fix his hair. “You can do this” he muttered, looking at himself in the mirror as he crossed his legs tightly. “Just hang on until your toilet is fixed and then you can go. You’ve been desperate so many times before, you have to hold it almost every day at work. You can wait,” he said. He treated himself to one final cock squeeze before leaving the bathroom, fighting a serious urge to urinate, Suresh hurried out of there to call the company performing renovation work on his toilet. But as he stepped out, Suresh realized that Mrs. Kiara and Nemali were still there, waiting for him in the drawing room, he felt truly embarrassed to even think of letting them know of his predicament but he didn’t know if he could hide it any longer. “Oh dear, do you feel better now?” Mrs. Kiara asked as soon as she saw him. "Y-yes, thank you so much, Mrs. Kiara," Suresh said embarrassed as he came out of the toilet without using it, hiding his quandary from the two women. "Oh, don’t mention Suresh, we're neighbors, and that's what neighbors are for," Mrs. Kiara answered with a smile. Mrs. Kiara then looked at her wrist watch and said, “Please permit me to take your leave now, my friends are waiting for me,” she said with a beam before wishing them both a good night and making her exit. As she left, Suresh hoped Nemali would leave too because he needed to take a piss but had nowhere to go, and he didn’t want Nemali to know that his toilet was broken. It was utterly humiliating for him and he did not want his colleagues at the office to know of all this. “I am really hungry do you have something to eat?” Nemali asked all of a sudden as she stood in the drawing room with folded hands, looking around in the hopes of getting something that could satiate her hunger. “Ah, ma’am a-actually..aahh.. I-I was about to go somewhere,” Suresh began to say, “So, if you could leave…..then…” he felt like he was almost kicking her out, but he was absolutely panicking for a piss and did not have any time to waste. “Oh, where are you going?” Nemali inquired, curious to know. “I-I was actually about to go to the store to get some stuff for the kitchen….” he countered with the first excuse that came to his mind. “Why? Cooking something special tonight?” Nemali asked. “Y-yes, just thought of having some biryani…” he said crossing his legs tightly, trying to give his penis as much time as he could. “Oh, I love Biryani!” Nemali beamed, “Would love to taste some of yours” she said. Suresh’s heart pounded in horror, she was the Chief Financial Officer of the company and it would have been foolish to refuse her request, he had no other way than to agree but he really needed to take a long piss before he started to prepare the dish. “Oh sure,” he said, trying to control his piss, hoping she would not notice that his bladder was bursting, “Would you excuse me for moment?” he requested her and when she replied with a yes, Suresh hobbled to his bedroom where his telephone was kept. Suresh rushed to the telephone to call the company performing the renovation work on his bathroom. "Come on, pick up, pick up," he moaned, grabbing his crotch desperately. "Hello, this is Alba Constructions, how may I assist you?" he suddenly heard a voice from the other side. "Hi, yes. This is Suresh. I'm calling because I just got home and I found a notice on my toilet that says 'DO NOT USE'. I was hoping you could tell me what's going on?" "Yes, Mr. Suresh. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. We had some trouble with the plumbing in your bathroom. The workmen promised that it would be sorted out before you arrived home, but unfortunately, there was a delay." Suresh while trying to hide his urgency said, "Oh, okay. Do you have any idea when it will be fixed?" "We're doing everything we can to get it fixed as soon as possible. One of our workmen is still on the premises inspecting the well. Would you like me to get him on the line to explain what's going on?" the customer support executive asked. "Yes, please. That would be helpful," Suresh said, feigning calmness. "Alright, I'll patch you through to him now. Thank you for your patience, Suresh." The line clicked and the workman answered. "Hello?" "Hello, are you one of the guys working on my toilet?" Suresh asked trying not to sound desperate. "Yeah, that's me. How may I help you?" "The notice on the toilet says not to use it, but I was just wondering if everything is okay?" "Oh, yeah. We had some trouble with the water supply. The pump didn't restart after we switched it back on. We might have to remove the toilet to get your new bath in," the workman replied. "Oh my God, can't you just fix the pump or something?" he panicked, “Or just get the toilet running for two minutes?” “I am working on it” the man answered. "Okay, I see. Is there anything I can do to help?" Suresh asked, trying not to show his discomfort. "Actually, yes” the man said, “All my men have left for the day and I could really use some help.” Suresh really didn't want to admit that he was bursting to pee, but he thought to help the man so that he could sort things out and the water supply could finally be restored. "Sure, what do you need me to do?" Suresh asked trying to stay calm. “Can you give me a hand with the well cover? I need to inspect it and see if that's causing the issue with the pump." "Yeah, sure. Let me just grab a flashlight," Suresh said, struggling to hide his need to urinate. He couldn’t believe that he would have to wait longer to use the toilet but he really needed to piss a lot before he could make the biryani. As he disconnected the call, Suresh slowly made his way to the drawing room where Nemali was waiting for him, his bladder aching for a massive piss, “I am sorry, Nemali ma’am, but would you mind if I step out for minute,” he said, “I am actually getting my bathroom remodeled and the workman from the renovation company is working in the backyard and needs a hand,” Suresh said. “Oh, sure, not an issue,” Nemali said casually as she went back to her phone. Thankful, Suresh hobbled to the backyard of his house with a near exploding bladder and saw the workman trying to fix the issue there, “Hey, how long is this going to take?” “Well, I hope it gets fixed soon” the workman answered, “Just hold the flashlight for me while I take a look. I’ll get your toilet sorted out as soon as I can." "Okay, sounds good. Just...hurry, please," Suresh said while gritting his teeth as he did what he was told, fighting a serious urge to pee. As the workman explained the situation and Suresh helped with the inspection, he did his best to hide his discomfort and not let on that he was desperately in need of a toilet trip. Suresh struggled as he stood there and almost 30 minutes later Nemali made her way to the backyard, “Hey Suresh, what’s going on?” she asked as she walked towards where they were working, “What’s taking so long?” Suresh’s eyes widened in shock, he could not let Nemali know of his predicament, “Oh it’s nothing, m-ma’am…” The workman then said, “I think it is going to take a few days to fix this….” Suresh could not believe his ears, he felt like he was about to yell at him for disappointing him so cruelly, but he knew he must control his rage in front of the Chief Financial Officer of the company. “So what am I going to do until then?” Suresh asked desperately, his legs still crossed as he bounced up and down on his knees in agony. “Well the washbasin and the shower are still working, only the toilet is broken,” the workman reported. “But where I am supposed to go if I need to take a piss?” “Oh, come on, Suresh!” Nemali wailed, “You just had a piss didn’t you?” “Y-yes, ma’am” Suresh said, “Just thought I should ask…” Suresh replied, his urine pinching him inside his penis. “Well, I must leave for the day now, it is already too late, but I’ll try to fix the issue soon,” the workman said and Suresh had no other choice but to let him go. He looked at the workman longingly as he made his way to the front and started his two-wheeler before leaving. Suresh’s last hope to urinate before making the biryani was dead. He thought of asking Nemali to take him somewhere he could use a toilet but he could not risk coming across as this desperate in front of her. Defeated and bursting, Suresh made his way to the kitchen to cook the biryani, desperately trying to hide his predicament from her. With the toilet right next to the kitchen, Suresh was having a tough time concentrating but there was nowhere to urinate. “Which biryani are you going to make?” Nemali asked him, suddenly popping into the kitchen. Suresh, who was struggling not to leak in his underwear, couldn’t think of an answer, “I-I haven’t thought of it yet…ma’am…” he stuttered. “Oh, you know what?” Nemali said, “I’d love to have some soup before we go for the biryani, I know that is too much to ask, but I couldn’t stop thinking of it when I saw the tomatoes,” she said with an innocent smile, pointing towards the tomatoes kept on the vegetable stand. “Y-yes ma’am, I’ll just bring it you…” Suresh said, unable to think straight any longer. “Great! I’ll be waiting!” Nemali said before she made her way out of there and into the drawing room. Suresh’s need to go to the toilet was so pressing that he was beginning to drip a bit, it was only a few drops into his underwear but it threatened to become an uncontrollable flood and he was desperately trying to control the rest. Nemali had to wait a while for the dinner. Suresh had promised to cook her a delicious meal, but now that it was taking so long she was starting to doubt whether it was worth the wait. Inside the kitchen, Suresh was cooking the meal with his legs crossed the whole time, barely holding on to his piss, letting out his fair share of “Oooh’s” and “Aaah’s” Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Suresh emerged from the kitchen with two steaming hot plates of tomato soup and biryani. He had managed with whatever ingredients he had at home and just hoped she would like the taste. "I'm so sorry for the wait," Suresh said as he served the food to Nemali, "I hope you enjoy the meal." Nemali slowly took a tentative spoonful of the tomato soup and was pleasantly surprised. It was delicious - the perfect blend of sweet and savory flavors. As she tasted the biryani, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment. "Suresh, this is amazing," Nemali said, beaming with delight, "You are quite the chef. The flavors are so well balanced, it's hard to believe this was made in a home kitchen. You have a real talent." Suresh could not have bothered less about the compliments, all he wanted to do was take a piss but he couldn’t think of any place where he could go. Finally after the dinner, Nemali stepped out of Suresh's house and onto the verandah, turning to face him. As they stood there, she said, "Thanks for the lovely dinner, Suresh. It was really delicious." Suresh forced a smile, trying his best to act normal, his legs trembling as he quickly crossed his legs, "You're welcome, m-ma’am. I'm glad you liked it…" he winced, bending forward at his waist in agony as he held the door and the wall for support. Suddenly, a hot leak escaped into his underwear before he quickly stopped the flow, his eyes widened in horror of what was happening. He looked down to see if it was visible on his pants but to his immense relief it wasn’t. “What happened, are you alright?” Nemali asked. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he responded. His bladder was about to explode. He had absolutely no time left anymore. Suresh had held it for too long but had failed to find a place to relieve himself, he felt really angry and frustrated but he was stuck and there was nothing he could do. He tried his best to wait as Nemali kept uttering words that he could not understand, but then another long leak escaped his penis and soaked his underwear. Shit dammit! Nemali looked at Suresh and smiled, “You know what? You should come over to my place sometime,” she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. “My cook makes this amazing risotto that you simply must try!” “Y-yeah, sure,” A new leak escaped and this time a small patch the size of a golf ball formed on the crotch of his pants. Suresh was pissing himself. His face turned red with shame as he tried to end the conversation and close the door before it was too late. “Great! We’ll have to schedule it soon,” she said, already making plans in her head. Then all of a sudden, without any warning, the flood gates just opened and Suresh started pissing into his underwear standing right there in front of the CFO of his company. He froze in horror, crossing his legs tighter to stop the flow but it was too late for him now. He tried his best to keep a straight face as he soaked his undergarment and his pants uncontrollably while the hot piss filled his briefs and ran down his inner thighs, his long cock urinating into his underwear like a fire hose. Oh, the relief was overwhelming but he could not have been more ashamed of himself. He had wanted his bladder to go back to its normal size, there had been so much ache inside it, filled with so much urine, so much pressure, but he had never thought that it would happen in front of someone so senior from his office. It was only around a minute later that Nemali noticed what was happening and her eyes widened in shock, “Oh, dear lord!,” she gasped and her words made poor Suresh’s humiliation grow ten-fold. She covered her mouth in absolute shock when she saw the size of the puddle, unable to even comprehend how he had managed to hold so much inside him. “What is this Suresh?” she asked, barely able to control her laughter. It was so funny for her to watch a grown man like him wet his pants in front of her. She had not realized he had to go all this while but had thought that he was acting a bit wierd. Though it had shocked her completely, Nemali had secretly enjoyed watching Suresh’s massive accident at the door step. And though she had offered him a few words of comfort before making her exit, on her way back home, she could not stop smiling at the thought of how big his accident was. As she drove the car, she covered her laugh with her hand and her eyes went wide with shock as she evoked the accident in her mind again and again for her amusement. Suresh had found it difficult to come to terms with what had happened that evening. He couldn't shake off the embarrassment he felt at having wet his pants in front of the Chief Financial Officer of his company. Though he continued to work with the same passion, his relationship with Nemali became more formal and distant. He began to avoid her as much as possible, and it was clear that things would never be the same again between them. Suresh's resignation came as a surprise to many, but he knew that he needed to move on from this incident and start fresh. He joined a new company and threw himself into his work with renewed vigor, determined to prove his worth and rebuild his confidence. As for Nemali, she was sad to see Suresh go, but she understood his reasons for leaving. She hoped that he would find success and happiness in his new job and that they could continue to be friends. Years went by, and Suresh made a name for himself in the industry, earning a place for himself as one of the top sales consultants in the city. He had long forgotten about that fateful evening but deep down, he knew that it had changed him in ways he could never fully comprehend. Nemali on the other hand had been excited to have witnessed such a hot episode of a man’s big bladdered emergency, it was undoubtedly one of the most memorable moments of her life and she revisited the incident in her mind many times during the coming years for a good laugh when she was alone.

So on Friday I had an autism evaluation, which takes several hours. Before I drove over, I had watermelon as part of my lunch and I usually drink a lot of water, so even though I peed right before I left I realized I had to go about halfway to the psych office. To make it worse, I had to drive on the interstate, which is really scary for me, so it made me more desperate. I planned to go pee when I got there, but the second I walked in the door the psychologist brought me into her office. The first two hours was basically just an interview type thing. The whole time I was distracted by how much I had to pee. I wanted to ask to leave, but it never felt like a good time — she kept just moving on to the next topic. After maybe an hour and a half, I was trying to subtly hold myself through my pants because my desperation had gotten up to probably an 8 or 9. I could feel the pee bulging in my bladder and some of it was threatening to come out. My face was so hot I was so embarrassed. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, I seriously couldn’t do it anymore. A leak squirted out into my hand and I froze. She was writing so she didn’t notice anything. The leak pushed me up to a 10. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but she was talking and I was so scared to interrupt. Another leak, this time bigger, came out and i could see a small wet spot on my crotch. SHE WAS STILL TALKING! By now she was explaining what the rest of the session would be. She got up to set up some stuff for the puzzles part of the eval and my bladder must have been excited not to be under surveillance anymore, because everything instantly gushed out. I could hear the stream, that’s how hard it was. I closed my eyes and tried to bunch myself up as much as I could in a futile attempt at preserving my dignity. Hot piss gushed into my hand and hissed in my pants. It even started dripping onto the floor, which is when she noticed. I couldn’t stop peeing, even when she was looking at me. Finally, it ended. My butt was completely soaked from peeing in the chair and there was a huge wet spot on my crotch, with streaks all the way down to my shoes. There was a puddle on the floor. We cut the appointment short and are doing the rest at a later date. I have no idea how I’ll be able to stomach going back there though.

Author's note: Greetings, amateur author here. I have always wanted a yuri omutsu story mixed with Lit-RPG elements, and so I decided to write this when I didn't find any. Please enjoy~ ∠(ᐛ」∠)＿ Synopsis Elizabeth Rochefield, a heiress destined to one day inherit her father’s international commercial group, was an otherwise normal girl. Being an introvert with above average intelligence, she would spend most of her free time indoors. Her hobbies ranged from reading novels and playing video games, to enjoying her diaper fetish... Her life was busy with all her needs and wants met, yet she still craved something more. Regardless of how seemingly perfect her life was she wished for nothing more than to be a dashing heroine, one akin to her favourite novels. A wish that she would one day regret making. It was on that day, while Elizabeth flew on her private jet that something terrible happened, something that would change her life forever. Drawn by a strange electrical sensation Elizabeth looked out the window. Soon the bright overcast skies were torn asunder, as the ominous and ear shattering sound of glass cracking filled the air. A massive crack in the very fabric of space opened up in the skies above. Ashen clouds began to pour out of the crack contaminating the once calm skies, as lightning tore through the air. For the young heiress this visage only lasted a second in her eyes, as she suddenly found herself transported into what was a divine domain that existed in a separate dimension from her own. Elizabeth found herself and several other newcomers brought to this strange place. There were also others who had been in there for a longer time. Now forcibly recruited by an emotionless being that ruled over this domain, known only as The System. It referred to the lot of them as Users, and bestowed them with a strange power reminiscent of that of RPG characters, complete with status screens. The System tasked the Users to venture to dangerous fantastical worlds in order to harvest karma. In exchange for their efforts they were granted abilities and items far beyond their understanding. Left with little choice she began her journey. Over the course of what felt like a lifetime Elizabeth had successfully traversed six worlds, each filled with harsh experiences, and bountiful rewards. This would all come crashing down upon her one day, as the domain was suddenly attacked by an unknown entity. The System rallied the Users under it to fight back, but in the end regardless of how much power and experience they had gained on their quest they were all miserably defeated. In the murky darkness after the battle ended Elizabeth found herself still alive, her soul somehow intact. Desperate and now lacking a body she was offered an opportunity by The System. To once again harvest karma from myriad worlds, in order to enable The System to restore itself. In exchange for this The System guaranteed the restoration of her body and the continued gain of abilities as it grew stronger. Left with no other choice but a literal deal from the devil, she begrudgingly accepted. Chapter 1 - The Black Plague Rays of orange light interweaved between clouds in the sky as the morning sun peeked over the horizon. Various trees with yellowing leaves decorated the land of Japan, their leaves blown away with the late autumn wind. Birds chirped, while a sparse amount of people walked or sat on benches. Inside a middling apartment, Elizabeth was laid there on a bed, eyes closed. Then, her eyes fluttered open. She lifted her upper body and sat on the bed while brushing a stray blonde hair to the back of her ear. “Looks like System covered their part of the deal…” Elizabeth muttered. A bit weary, she opened her status menu by thinking about it. ‘Curses! System, I understand why my physical stats decreased since my body was reconstructed, but why did my magic stats and abilities degrade, while some abilities were removed entirely?’ ‘What?! Ah, I guess it isn’t weird for me to have soul injury from that scale of war. System, is there any memory loss involved?’ ‘Thank goodness, but it sounds like I have to train my skills back up again, and purchase new ones.’ Although she always had a hint of suspicion towards The System in her heart, she wasn’t powerful enough to investigate it right now. At least some abilities and all of her innate abilities still remained. Finishing her thought, she opened the Main Quest. ‘It seems like I am currently in the world of “The Black Plague”, the anime about parasitic zombies that I watched back on Earth, and also at System Domain for information gathering purposes.’ Curious about what identity she was given for her quest, she checked the identity screen related to this world. Her identity was just an ordinary foreigner orphan who recently lost her parents, which was the usual identity given to users by System. She is currently an eighteen years old third-grade high school student who is close to graduation. The identity screen also included an explanation as to why System specified the 1st Main Quest to be done in the afternoon. It was simply because she called in sick. With how The System usually did things, it must be to let the users get their bearings in the new world. As for the failure’s punishment, it was actually a warning, since moving away from the protagonist is much more dangerous. This was because they usually have the world itself protecting them, otherwise known as their plot armour. In addition, karma is harvested near the protagonist most of the time, but sometimes other characters too when they have a plot related to the world’s fate. She then proceeded to check her pocket-dimension inventory. ‘As expected, I lost all my items, alas. Looks like I have to obtain equipment and supplies for when the zombie apocalypse happens.‘ Thankfully, it seemed like the upgrades she purchased for it still existed. It can currently hold any non-living objects with a capacity of 10 cubic metres, and items can be taken in and out instantly. But the main feature was the time stop function it has, which was especially important for magical materials that degrade in potency over time. Elizabeth only got it near the end of her sixth world after saving up and getting the permission to purchase it from a troublesome quest. ‘System, how did the inventory upgrades stay despite my soul injury and losing all its content?’ ‘I see… well, I shouldn’t see the glass as half empty, let’s just be grateful for this fortune.’ Turning her body to the bedside, she felt the cold ceramic floor and noticed a pair of white bunny sandals nearby. Slotting her feet into the sandals, she stood up and walked into the front of a mirror above a sink. Her thin white nightie fluttered with her movement. She checked her body condition with the mirror, and noticed how her eyes looked different. Instead of her previous uniform green eyes, her eyes were now the colour of silver mixed with emerald. Their green hue at the top gradually changes to silver as it goes down. When she looked at them sideways and back from different angles, they also shimmered in different ways. She wondered if it had anything to do with her untimely death and revival. She then checked her front and back for any injury, her pale skin alongside her long blonde hair seemed to be fine and the same as before. Her body balance so far indicated that her height is the same as before, which is quite short at around 150 cm or 4’11. She proceeded to change her white nightie into a short one-piece white dress, white satin gloves, and white panties. She put her entire wardrobe’s contents into her inventory, then she took a short rest to let her mana recharge. A user’s pocket-dimension inventory consumes mana to use and maintain, and is facilitated by System. She wouldn’t have needed to rest if her 「Willpower」, the stat that corresponds to mana capacity and mental defense, was at the quality of a Sovereign Rank user she previously had. Next, she took the mattress and the blanket, in addition to her sunscreen lotion, smartphone, wallet, backpack, and school supplies. She then moved to the kitchen, where she managed to get a chef knife, dining utensils, and three packets of instant ramen. Her inventory does not abide like the usual storage in reality, it doesn’t matter what shape they are. As long as there’s space left, it will fit no matter what. She found out that the bowls actually had less volume than the ramen’s package, so she decided to test out her cooking skills. She found this out by putting them in her inventory. The addition of the water’s volume is not a problem since it would also hydrate her. She cooked them with no additional flair since there's no other ingredient to use. Smelling the tantalising instant ramen, her stomach rumbled, so she decided to eat one of them. Finished with pilfering her own apartment clean, she noticed that it was late morning already. Wearing white silk thigh-highs, pink-accented white sneakers, and sunscreen, she walked outside. She visited several markets, and borrowed various supplies by utilising her inventory, utterly remorseless. She made sure not to take too many from the same store, but from multiple ones, to make it harder to notice. She avoided detection from people and surveillance cameras alike by using blind spots and acting natural. Nobody would’ve suspected a cute girl like her to be shoplifting so shamelessly after all. It went smoothly all thanks to her previous experience,「Basic Stealth」, and 16「Dexterity」. Having a stat at 16 means it was 1.6 times that of the average human. She shopped as she liked while taking some rest in-between to recover her mana. Besides supplies, she also took several machetes, black elbow pads, knee pads, and welding masks paired with fitting motorcycle helmets for herself and this world’s protagonist party. In the middle of her shopping spree, she was surprised to find an antique shop which has an actual sharp stainless-steel bastard sword. After that unexpected find, she went to pickpocket guns from the police, by innocently walking past five police officers and putting them in her inventory. As Japan has an incredibly low amount of gun-related deaths, they only carried an old New Nambu Model 60 and no extra ammo, which was a revolver with five .38 special rounds capacity that was distributed in the 1960’s. Then she went to check the nearby police station for kevlar, but it is too difficult to do it at day for her Basic Stealth compared to supermarkets, so she decided to wait until midnight later on to borrow a few toys to confiscate from their armoury. Even if there are still some night shift guards, it would be much easier to sneak in without throngs of people moving around. Not to mention, the current times of peace would lax their vigilance. After stocking her inventory full with useful items for the apocalypse, in a nearby supermarket, she can’t help but grab several packs of Yurihime (Lily Princess) pull-ups that have pink tabs and elegant pink lilies drawn on its pure white base, alongside changing supplies. This has been her stress relief as a System User. Other users turned to alcohol and drugs. Although they’re not as thick as she liked, she would use them in the meantime. While at it, she also went to order several packages of proper fetish diapers online to be delivered tomorrow. With the pull-up packages in her inventory, she walked to a nearby public restroom, her heart pumping a bit faster from giddiness. ‘Even after all this time, the anticipation of wearing one is still there...’ Elizabeth thought as she pulled down her panties inside a stall, and then she put it into her inventory. She applied a rash-prevention cream on her crotch. Then the cream was put back into her inventory. After that, a package of Yurihime pull-ups appeared on her hand, then with a rustle, she opened it and grabbed one. She put the package back into her inventory. Lifting her dainty foot, she put it into the pull-up one after another, then pulled it up tight. She faintly smiled at the familiar softness of her protection. She then kept her skirt lifted by pressing it with her chin, a hand pulled the pull-up’s front open, while another sprinkled talcum powder into her crotch. Smelling the fresh lavender smell, she blushed a bit. With a plap, she stopped pulling the front of her pull-up, covering her crotch with an illustration of pink lilies. Her sheer white one-piece’s skirt flutters as it goes down, shrouding the flower garden from prying eyes. Putting a hand on her crotch, she whimpered slightly at the pressure in her lower abdomen. She hadn’t “watered the flower” at her apartment, and it’s now the middle of the noon. With her shopping done for now, she walked to her apartment. It was late noon when she arrived at her apartment. As she unlocked her apartment door, she suddenly felt a stomach cramp, which caused her to slightly bend forward. Psshtt… trickle “Mnn…” The cramp caused her to spurt out a momentary jet of pee, before it petered out to some droplets and then stopped with effort. After a few agonising seconds, the pain was relieved. She pulled up her white dress’ short skirt and peeked at her pull-up. The pink lilies protecting her are still untainted, it’s as white and pink as usual. Pressing a hand on her pull-up, it crinkled faintly. She felt a faint dampness inside from the pressure before it went away, the pull-up’s gel absorbing them. That crisis averted, she pulled out her school uniform from her inventory and changed into them. It’s short sleeved with thigh-high skirt, leaving a gap of plump skin between it and her white tights, creating the infamous absolute territory. It also barely covers her pull-up with around half an inch to spare. After changing her clothes, she pulled out her school backpack and proceeded to wear it. Since Mizumi High School was nearby, she walked there. Mizumi High School is a prestigious all-girls school that has five floors and windows all over them. It has a tower in the middle that hangs a giant clock inscribed with roman numerals. There are trees, benches, and a fountain decorating the front yard. Following directional signs, she went to the principal’s office. In the middle of walking… Psssssss… She only noticed it after a while to stop it, her walk slowing down as she does, with a hand tightly pressed on her crotch. …ssht… pssht… Prfft… Alongside her accident, a faint wisp of wind also sneaked out. … trickle “Huff…” Done with her second unfortunate mishap, she continued to walk. The fresh pee dampened her pull-up again. At this point, if someone were to catch a glimpse under her short skirt, they would’ve seen the pull-up’s sacred pink lilies tainted with slight yellow. The thought excited her, making her heart beat faster. As she walked, her pull-up’s gel whisked away the liquid, this time taking a few seconds more than before. After arriving at her destination, she knocked on the door. “Please come in,” said someone inside. “Excuse me.” Elizabeth opened the door into an elegant office with a soft brown rug, a brown bookshelf, and a brown desk paired with a chair. Sitting on it was a middle-aged woman in a business dress, the ray of early afternoon sun streaming on her through a window behind. As Elizabeth moved into the office, an ethereal fragrance of lavender filled the room, dazing the woman as she saw her. Unknown to the woman, she was affected by this temptress’ innate ability of「Charm」. “Greetings, principal, good afternoon. I am Elizabeth Rochefield, a transfer student from Fujikawa High School. Here is the transfer paper,” Elizabeth said with a slight polite smile as she handed the transfer paper. With the greetings that sounded like bells and wind chimes coming from Elizabeth, the principal woke up from her daze as she subconsciously grabbed the paper. Elizabeth’s polite expression didn’t change, seemingly not noticing the principal’s reaction. After a few seconds, she looked at the transfer paper, then back at her. “Good afternoon, Erizabesu-chan. We received your request for a transfer a few days ago. After a discussion with the other staff, we decided to place you in class 3-A, as your grades were acceptable for the best class we have in third year. Let us go there and meet your homeroom teacher, Mizuhana-sensei.” The name caught Elizabeth’s attention. In the anime, Rae Mizuhana was a former spec-ops soldier skilled in guns, knives, and vehicles. She is also skilled in small unit tactics, letting her command the protagonist party decisively, while also teaching it to the protagonist. Then they walked to the classroom. The principal went inside first to greet the homeroom teacher. Outside the classroom, Elizabeth could see the teacher. She is what they call a yamato nadeshiko, meaning the ideal Japanese beauty. With black iris, long black hair, milky white skin, and a lean figure. Meanwhile, chatter filled the classroom as the principal arrived inside. “Why did the principal come to the class? Is there a problem?” a silver-haired girl asked. “I think it’s a new transfer student, I hope it’ll be a cute girl,” her twintailed friend replied. “Heh, so typical of you, to always have your head in the mud,” the silver-haired girl sneered. “W-what did you say?!” shouted the other girl in response, glaring. The classroom became quiet as their homeroom teacher entered with a petite girl. An inexplicable lavender smell suddenly wafted into the room in the girl’s wake. Looking at her blonde hair and pale skin, even though they are girls, they were dazed by this foreign beauty. As she walked in, Elizabeth noticed the albino girl with long silver-hair and the heterochromia girl with twintails. They were the protagonist and the romance interest of this world respectively, Himeko Reinford and Asami Hiyama. Moving to the front of the class, she turned to the touch-screen board. She wrote her name on the board in katakana “ロシュフィールド・エリザベス” while her classmates were still not fully there. Elizabeth then turned back to them, her glinting silver-emerald eyes mesmerising them. “Greetings, everyone, my name is Elizabeth Rochefield. I am pleased to be your acquaintance,” she said as she bowed slightly to them. Although her movement woke them up, the fairy-like voice entranced them. It took them a few seconds before they could react. “Pleased to be your acquaintance, Roshufuirudo-san!” everyone replied uniformly to her introduction, except for a certain silver-haired girl that actually said “Rochefield” in proper English. Elizabeth then straightened her back. Meanwhile, the inside of Elizabeth’s head was filled with nervousness. She was so stressed out from her previous death that she thoughtlessly and giddily went and enacted one of her favourite fetish fantasies. Although she’s nervously holding back the tide, it also felt nice. Feeling all those eyes staring at her as she tried to avoid ruining her pull-up is doing all kinds of things to her heart. “Erizabesu-chan, please take a seat in an empty chair,” the teacher implored. Elizabeth stayed still however, blushing red, quivering in place, and clenching her fists on her sides. She is barely keeping her waste in, afraid that it’s going to leak if she walks. The others silently started to wonder what the problem was. ‘Ngh, darn, this is so embarrassing. What in tarnation was I thinking? I wouldn’t want to leave such a horrendous first impression. I already went through six harsh worlds already, I shouldn’t be this impulsive. I should’ve thought of this more when I-’ Knees bend slightly, face blushing, eyes widened and dazed. Brrt… pfft… crackle …psh… psssssht… psssssssss… “Gkh…” With that crackle, an intruder pounded mercilessly onto the back of her pampers. This tragedy was accompanied with Elizabeth helplessly irrigating her flower garden, the pure white padding that was already stained a bit gets more discoloured. The sacred pink lilies turned yellowish, seemingly wilting. It turns darker in shade as her watering-can drizzled. … psssssssssh… “Haah… haah… mnngh-” The intruder from earlier wasn’t finished either, it kept pushing and pushing against her poor little pampers with muffled wet crinkles. It pushed until it couldn’t take it anymore, letting the enemy infiltrate further outward into the front and the back. The sheer brutality of its attack stained the previously pure white padding’s back light brown, spreading and turning darker in shade as the ruthless assault progressed. The frontline of its army invaded close to the trickling rain clouds, turning soft and muddy. …psssht… trickle As the tragic war concluded, her poor little pull-up was left worse for wear. The feeling of sopping wetness at the front and tremendous fullness at the back were overwhelming. Despite the pungent wind sneaking out of her at the start, it was quiet and was muffled by her pampers, so it was only heard by the teacher near her. “Erizabesu-chan, what’s the matter?” the teacher asked with concern as she moved close to her. The other students are confused, only some perceptive ones in the front noticed her weird state and quiet mewls, including a certain silver-haired girl and her friend. When the teacher got close to her, she caught a whiff of a faint pungent smell and put two and two together. “It seemed like Erizabesu-chan isn’t feeling well, so I will take her to the infirmary. Class will be in self-study session until the bell rings, see you tomorrow,” the former spec-ops commanded decisively. When she was about to pat Elizabeth on her shoulder, Elizabeth suddenly evaded her pat. A bit surprised, Mizuhana-sensei put down her hand and decided to just say a gentle “let’s go” as she led the poor girl to the infirmary. Her poor little pull-up squishing and sloshing as she walked, still trying its best to take in the earlier storm. Author's note: Thank you for reading this story. Since you bothered to read this far, why don't you leave an upvote and even comment below? Feedback would motivate me to write more, and I am feeling quite nervous about this first published story of mine~ ＿(ᐛ」∠)＿

I will 100% say that I'm just using a similar idea to user's OrionBelt's idea which they have also posted here: I honestly can't believe I never considered this idea despite it being so gold. So I hope you like my take on it. --- Warner couldn’t believe his luck, both good and bad. He had just applied and got into college, which he thought was great considering his mediocre grades throughout high school. Unfortunately the bad luck came from after getting through the application process, particularly when it came to his living situation. The standard dorms were full, perhaps this school should’ve had more stricter standards seeing as they let someone like him in. So he was left with some rather terrible sounding options when it came to a small dorm which only housed a handful of students at best. Said handful of students in this case all being girls outside of him. Due to just the uneven number, it ended up that he’d be sharing this small dorm with 5 other girls he had never met before, a nightmare for someone such as himself. Warner wasn’t someone who was a mess when it came to women, but he was far from confident with being with them. He had only gone on one date throughout all of high school and it was a disaster, leaving a mental scar on the man. If he had to live with just girls this year in college, then he knew he would never lose that anxious feeling he had as he pulled into the small parking space besides the building where he’d be spending his college life at. The dorm was a bit rundown, to call it just old would be a compliment. From what he was told, the only private places they’d be able to afford here would be just their bedrooms. Other than that, the kitchen, dinning, and entertainment space would all be shared across them. This also included the lone bathroom in the center. He took a deep breath as he got out of his car and grabbed his backpack. There were many other things he needed to bring inside, but this would be enough to start with as he needed to find his room. Warner used the key given to him to unlock the door and walked inside. He heard the sounds of a television, where he eyed a girl with brunette sitting by herself while also using her laptop. “Hello?” He spoke nervously. “Um, I’m Warner. I’m supposed to be living here?” “Oh?” She turned her head, revealing a pretty face. “Ah, right it’s you.” She got up, smiling as the girl walked to him and introduced herself. “I’m Lorene.” They shook hands as he also introduced himself. From the looks of the main room for this dorm, it appeared that it was small enough that every facet was visible regardless of where one stood. So the only true privacy one could attain was either their own bedrooms or the bathroom, which was separated between the toilet and shower portion. “It looks like everyone else is already here.” He commented, noting the name tags on all the doors besides one of them. “Yeah, we’ve all been living here for a few days now.” She answered, still maintaining her charm. He was glad the first person he met here was kind, hopefully the others would follow suit. “I can’t say that living with a guy was something I wanted to do when I got to college, but I promise we don’t have to make it weird.” “That’s good.” He wasn’t sure how he’d act about the situation too, but Warner knew he didn’t want to come off as some sort of creep. That would lead to numerous complications. “But I can’t promise that for everyone.” For the first time upon seeing her, he saw her frown a bit. “We’ve kind of been talking about it since we all got a head start. So I know some of the girls aren’t happy about this, but I think we can make it work.” Her words only served to make him more concerned about that situation. Those girls who were against his presence could do something to force him out, but he’d have to meet them to know for sure what they might be willing to do. His train of thought became broken when the pair heard a banging on the front entrance. Since it was large double doors with full windows on both side, they both were able to see a short girl banging. “Lorene! Can you open the door?” She yelled, her voice muffled through the glass, as she also danced around. “Oh, did you forget your keys again?” Lorene walked at a brisk pace to open up the door for the clearly desperate girl. “You know, one day one of us isn’t going to be around to let you in.” “I know, I just totally forgot.” The new girl made a beeline towards the bathroom, but stopped when she saw Warner. “Who’s this?” “This is Warner.” Lorene answered. “He’s the guy that’s supposed to be living with us.” “Oh, that’s cool.” She extended a hand and introduced herself. “I’m Rosaline, nice to meet you.” He would’ve properly introduced himself, but she was far too much in a rush. “Sorry, I just need to use the ladies room.” She had her thighs tightly pressed together as she talked to him. A lot of her was on full display with her thick thighs exposed due to her short shorts. Then she finally made her quick exit to the privacy of the bathroom to relieve her bursting bladder. He was unsure about the sight he had just witnessed. The girl was obviously desperate to pee, yet she wasn’t shy at all about it around him. Something about the scene made his own heart race a bit. “She’s such a klutz sometimes.” Lorene commented, giggling about the display. “Come on, you need some help getting your stuff to you room? I got your back.” “Thanks.” He said as they went outside to his car. Warner could tell this would certainly be an interesting experience he would have over the course of the next school year.

Warning: this is a story that heavily features messing with some wetting. If you’re not into the mess/#2 aspect, I respectfully ask you to turn back now. My user name kind of indicates my preference. Thank you *curtsey* Hiyacinth lived on the edge of a forest and was a member of the lower nobility in a small kingdom. Known for her kindness and grace, her beauty was also that which was desired by many men in the neighboring realms. Dark brown curls cascaded down her back and gray eyes reflected a youthful wisdom that seemed older than her 22 years. Though charmed at court and pursued since her coming-of-age six years previous, Hyacinth enjoyed her freedom. Her days with filled with study of nature and explorations of the world around her. This day brought her in pursuit of delicious purple berries to bake into a pie for the upcoming gala. It was to celebrate the betrothal of a dear friend and she wanted to gather enough berries for the pie and for herself. The day was warm and sunny as streaks of light beamed through the canopy and Hyacinth was inspired to wear a pretty yellow gown. Though she longed for trousers that men could wear, society still dictated no ankles be shown and her dress was already a little snug in the bodice, stomach, and posterior. She slid her feet into her leather walking shoes and complete with a basket and shawl, her endeavor began. As she walked, she began to think about the gala. She was very happy for Clothilde and Philip as they were well-suited for each other. She began to think of the suitors vying for her hand and what that would mean for her. She was already past the standard age in which young women began to wed, and Clothilde herself was four years her junior. What man would allow her to continue her pursuits instead of expecting her to deliver his heirs and run his household? Hyacinth snickered at the thought and surprised herself as a sneaky toot unexpectedly squeaked from her cheeks. “Maybe that is why my dress is tight. I have not evacuated in a few days. Perhaps I can relieve myself in a while.” The location of the berries was drawing near and Hyacinth felt the need to piss. She went off trail, pulled her knickers aside and let a hot little stream water the plant life as she hummed to herself. She pulled them back into place; did it a little too quickly as she dribbled a little more and now they were a bit wet. “A wee bit of wee wee!” she giggled. She stood up, noticing a few glistening golden droplets on the leaves and continued on. The bushes were fat with juicy purple berries and abundant to the point that the leaves were choked. Hyacinth’s mouth glistened as her stomach rumbled and she flew into a run, her damp panties rubbing against her lady parts tenderly. She put her shawl on the ground to spare dirtying her knees and fervently plucked the plump treats from their branches. She plucked one in her mouth, moaning quietly as the juice burst through the skin and flooded her tongue with ripe sweetness. She then began to merrily relieve the bush of the burden, delivering two per basket and one in her mouth as her stomach continued to grumble in hunger. When her parcel and belly were full, Hyacinth picked up her shawl once brushing it free from forest debris, wrapped it around her shoulders. By now her panties were dry again and she leisurely traversed the trail while letting her thoughts meander. She chose the route that would bring her to the old worn cobbled bridge, knowing that she wore her comfortable shoes. However, as she drew closer a strange pain flared in her stomach. Hyacinth knew she wasn’t hungry, she ate plenty of berries, so she knelt down by the brook. The sun was warm overhead so she drew off her shawl and dipped it in the clear bubbling water, dripping it into her mouth. The delicious mountain cast-off cooled her thirst and she repeated the gesture a few more times. She rejoined the path and another pain stopped her in her tracks, followed by several loud gurgles and what felt like a brick sliding through her belly. “Oh, perhaps I wasn’t as hungry as I thought. I think the berries helped to hasten my waste. I’d best proceed so I don’t have to poo in the woods.” Hyacinth began to walk the uneven cobbles when a spasm hit and several bursts of air issued forth from her bowels. She let out an “Oof!” as she gripped the splintered railing as the sloshy mixture of porridge, ale, and berries raced toward her bodily exit. Sweat began to bead on the back of her neck dampening her hair as she closed her eyes and grit her teeth. Not only would she not make it home, she didn’t think she’d make it off the bridge. She couldn’t foul the roadway, nor could she pollute the water. Hyacinth began to grunt as she was desperate to hold her cheeks closed against the large quantity of muck that was desperate to be released. The sounds issuing forth from her bowels were unnatural and reminded her a little of the trumpets that foretold important announcements. Hyacinth inched her way across the bridge as her bowels began to become more forceful. “I can’t poo myself, I still have such a long walk,” she thought miserably. She very carefully sat down hoping the stones would give added pressure against her quivering backside blossom. She calmed herself, willing her intestines to hold on before she could expel the contents in the forest growth. A loud squawking bird caught her off guard and with a gasp, she looked up. At the same time, her backdoor flew open and she noisily began to fill her panties with semi-solid logs. “What-I’m…nnnngrhh!” The poo oozed out of her bum, one after the other, sloppily flooding her knickers until they overflowed and then plopping onto the less-worn portion of the cobbles. *plurp* *splursh splursh PMMMMMPFF* *glorp* Hyacinth was mortified by the tremendously unladylike sounds that were unleashed from the digestive contents that poured forth. Her panties overflowed, sagging so that she could already feel part of her cheeks exposed under her dress. The load continued once the logs had broken off to become more messy and began to spread to the front, making her lady lips sticky with juicy poopy. Hyacinth felt a rumble which vibrated the slosh in her knickers, forcing more to glop onto the bridge. She looked at her feet, squelching in a pile of filthy mush that had previously been stew and porridge. The hem of her gown was sodden in ochre-colored refuse. Stunned, Hyacinth peered up and could see down the path a casual paramour, Perceval, and blanched. Regaining her wits, Hyacinth gathered up the folds of her gown and quickly finished crossing the bridge, leaving small piles of filth with each step. She stepped off the trail and fled into a copse of trees were she removed her panties. There was more shit than there was fabric! She glanced up, noticing that she could not see through the growth, and overturned the mountain of mess. Her bottom quivered again at seeing the poo drippings and another urge to defecate struck fiercely. Hyacinth barely had time to life her gown out of the way when her bum trumpets sounded again and mushy excrement poured forth with gust. The churning began again and the mush began to expel as more liquid, splashing a little on to the tree and on her feet. She began to silently cry, realizing she had left her berries amidst the many poopy piles. Surely Perceval would become suspicious as the blunder couldn’t be blamed on deer scat or other wildlife. Her gown slipped as another wave hit and she could feel it splash against the fabric and her legs. It was dripping down and she sank further down, not even trying to stop the torrent of waste. It wasn’t long before footsteps sounded and galant Perceval rounded the thicket. His blonde locks were plastered with sweat and large brown eyes took in her disheveled appearance. “My lady Hyacinth! Are you unwell?” He took in her appearance which stated the obvious: her crouch, the tears, her bedraggled hair, the filthy shoes and hem of her gown. As if that wasn’t enough, she would since every few seconds and unleash the mist unladylike of noises from her rear that indicated precisely what she was doing. Perceval couldn’t help but be transfixed as he’d never seen a woman defecate, though he knew that they did. “Please, let me help.” ”I don’t-nnnghhh! I, ugh *slosh* *plop PLOP* I can’t stop pooing!” she finally exclaimed in between spasms. Exasperated, she looked at him with doe eyes as a final high-pitched *frrrrrnnnn* jiggled her copiously covered bum cheeks and Perceval smirked. “Darling, you always were so independent. You’re gracious to others, let someone be kind to you.” Hyacinth sniffled as Perceval carefully stepped over her muck mountains and took her hand to assist her up. She trembled as she slowly craned her neck to glance the back of her gown and quickly turned back, face bright red. “Please don’t look,”she whispered shamefully. “It would be ungentlemanly of me to refuse a damsel in distress,” he sympathized and with his hand in hers, he led her from the trees. Hyacinth tried not to look at the poopies she had left along the way. Her shoes and gown were ruined, ribbons of darkness dribbling down the back, obvious what had occurred, though she optimistically noted her belly wasn’t as tight. Perceval retrieved her shawl and soaked it in the cold water, allowing Hyacinth the opportunity to clean up the thick chunks of poo that coated her bum, pussy petals, and the insides of her thighs. The shawl lay in a heap with the shoes as he offered her a place on his horse. Hyacinth was incredulous. “I’ve just shat my stomach flat and you want to put me on your horse? Why would you torture the poor animal?” Perceval laughed. “It would be very rude to expect you to walk while you are so unwell. I insist.” “But what if I have to poo again?” she asked horrified. “Then I will let you down. I’ll even hold your gown if you need,” he responded warmly. Hyacinth cast her eyes down and blushed. He assisted her in getting up, his cock thickening slightly at the knowledge of her cunt being bare and hearing the gurgling of her belly. It wouldn’t be long before she would needed to allow more juicy poopy out and maybe he could catch a glimpse of those pretty rose cheeks before he turned away as she relieved herself. She sat in front of him on the saddle, the scent of her filthy dress assailing his nostrils, though he would never mention it. He did his best to hold his desire back, though he wondered if she could feel. Before long she was squirming and he haunted his horse. “Please! It’s com-grrrr!” Hyacinth was just out of his lap and off the horse when a spasm pushed her forward against a tree and a fountain of filth ejected from her bum. Perceval which in mute fascination as her gown went from buttercup yellow to a deep brown with pure liquid diarrhea. She cried out with each gush, the ribbons of poo blending to a sickly smelly earth color and the hem dripping with glops of excrement. Hyacinth began to sob, as her crisis came to an end and her sore poopy chute opened and closed around nothing. “I’m disgusting. How can you stand me?” she whimpered. “You are the most dignified woman I know. If this is the worst I will ever see you, every moment with you will only be better.” Hyacinth uncovered her snotty sweaty face and beamed with a smile, considering the circumstances. She raced to his arms, bums chunks plopping, and kissed him. When they married in the autumn, Perceval made sure that she had lots of sunflowers to remind them of the colors and the special messy moment of the beginning of their life together.

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Hello everyone! Given the amount of attention I've been getting on the Discord server, I figured it was time to put my ideas together into a story. This story follows a trio of naughty girls who enjoy public desperation, wetting and humiliation. The day began like any other. Brianna, a mid-height curvy girl with brown eyes and long jet-black hair, left her house at 10:00 am to pick up her two girlfriends. She met up with Anna, a short skinny girl with brown eyes and short brown hair, and Rachel, a tall broad shouldered girl with blue eyes and brown hair trimmed to her neck. Arriving at the park, Brianna picked up her girlfriends and made sure they'd remembered to bring the goods. They were gonna have so much fun with all this stuff! They had several changes of clothes, bathing suits, and a ton of water bottles and sports drinks. The plan was simple. They each downed a water bottle at the park, then went to a nice restaurant to have lunch. They'd take full advantage of the unlimited drinks during lunch and fill their systems with lots of fun soft drinks! With lunch and plenty of drinks in them, they made use the restaurant's restrooms to make sure they were empty, both bladder and bowels. With all empty bladders and bowels, the girls began the contest! Every hour, they had to drink one of their 20oz (600ml) drinks. There was no required order in which to drink the water bottles and sports drinks. Next, they left town and began the two hour drive to a nearby town with an amazing public pool! By the time they got through traffic and finally arrived, it had been nearly three hours and the trio had each downed 60oz of drinks since they'd last used the restroom! They were definitely feeling it! None of them were to the point of true desperation just yet, but they definitely would've used the restrooms right away if they didn't have a bet going to see who could hold out the longest. It was tough for any of them to stand still in the line to pay and get a wristband. They all wanted to wiggle, bend forward, hold themselves, ANYTHING! However, they were all having so much fun that it didn't really matter... They kept their composures rock solid and their spirits high as they slowly made it through the line. Finally at the front of the line, Brianna handed over the money for the wristbands and the pizza she was ordering. A young, minimum wage girl informed Brianna that there would be a wait for the pizza, as the place was rather busy today and there were already other pizzas waiting to be made. For a moment, she could've sworn she caught eye of an evil grin on the three girls at the counter... The trio agreed to this and set their towels and goodies along the ground under a large tree. The next part is up to the readers! While they wait for their pizza... Should they take a dip, waste time on their phones, or go on the slide into the deep end?