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Hello! This is an interactive story that I’ll be writing! In this story, you will have a lover that has chosen to get an implant that allows you to fully control their bladder— with a simple click of a button, you can cause her total incontience, force her to hold it, make it difficult to pee or difficult to hold. On order to start this story, though, I will need her personality. And so, here comes the first decisions: 1. Name 2. personality — stubborn, shy, etc. 3. Bladder size- large, medium, small, tiny, incontient 4. holding habits— fidgeting, holding, pacing, begging/whiny, 5. what makes holding especially harder for her? - hearing water, not holding, drinking, fear, etc. 6. Bedwetter? - nearly every night, 50/50, mostly dry, very rare, never

So... I decided I was doing all the chores around the house today before I could use the bathroom... AND IT DIDN'T GO TO PLAN! It got so painful to the point I just couldn't anymore... saturating myself while outside bringing in the washing... As per usual, I have scaled down the video, so if people want a higher quality version let me know! Also attached some pictures so you know what to expect! Feedback welcome and I hope you enjoy! 🖤 SpookyOne_HouseChoresDesperation.m4v

Hi everyone! My first post in about 10 years , I thought I'd start with a very embarrassing, but very thrilling, public wetting. I was working out of town as a vendor for grocery stores. The job was easy and therefore boring, especially because I was way overqualified lol. To pass the time one day I decided to do a hold. I decided very early in the day, and began taking many trips to the water fountain. The entire time I was working, I plotted and schemed out a good spot to go and flood myself, playing out different scenarios in my head while my desperation grew. Bouncing up and down and stealing a sly pinch here and there, I went through my day. Finally I reached the end of my shift and it was time to go put my plan into action. Driving out of the parking lot, all I could think of was the sweet release and relief that was waiting for me. Now this was a very upscale and rich area, there was a very nice shopping center that had a large parking lot wrapping around back behind the center itself. This part of the parking lot was usually not very busy, and had a great view overlooking fields. In my head I was already there, blissfully peeing my pants. It was midday when I pulled in to find the shopping center bustling with people and very busy. There were no parking spots in the front, which made me wonder how busy the back lot was. To my dismay I found it to be quite a bit busier than normal. I circled around the lot, looking for the perfect secluded place. After a few minutes of this, I realized I was going to have to have an F it attitude. The quote unquote perfect place was not presenting itself, and I did not want to have an accident in the seat of my car. I pulled into a parking spot near the funnel entrance into the back lot. In my head I knew the spot was risky, anyone parked back there could walk around the corner at any moment, so I would have to be quick. I turned the car off, jumped out, lean back against my door ready to let go, when I hear voices. Now this shopping center also contained a gym, so of course 3 of the hottest mid to late 20 something women come strutting around the corner. Even with me knowing how risky this spot was I was still completely caught off guard, partly because I was having to throw the brakes on so close to relief, but also because the beauty of these women was staggering. I was at a 10 on the scale of desperation, literally leaking in my boxers, trying to hold on, and I have this perfect sideview over the top of my car. It's as if I was in a movie, and they were moving in slow motion. All three clad in different color spandex leggings, with thick round bootys that tapered to skinny waists and skimpy sports bras. Definitely the rich white girl look, with fancy bags and big sunglasses. I was very intimidated by them in the state I was in. My brain froze but my body moved, scrambling to look like I was doing something until they walked past my car. I opened my driver door and started digging around under my seat like I was looking for something. I planned to stay down there until they had walked by, closing my eyes and squeezing myself. But then I heard "Hey can we get in here ?" I look up in two of the women are standing in front of my door, I was confused at first, but then the lights went on... I was parked next to their SUV (insert face palm here). "Of course" I replied back "How's your day going ladies?" I wanted to sound smooth, but sounded more like a teenage boy hitting puberty. They kind of half smiled and gave a dry reply. Due to my desperation I awkwardly closed my door and slowly backed up to let them both get in. They didn't understand, and could tell were irritated I didn't move faster. Although, in my mind they were the ones going slow, taking forever to get in their suv. Here is where the all too familiar pang of my bladder giving out, told me time was almost up. Frozen in place, leaning back against my car. My only hope was that they pulled away in time. Again, like I was in a movie, the SUV backed out seemingly in slow motion. Little spurts of pee started to shoot out, as I feined a smile at the girl in the front passenger seat passing me. What happened next all happened at a lightning pace. The SUV finally backed out enough to be able to pull out, and began to turn and go forward. My bladder spasmed and spurted into my jeans. Thinking they were driving away I started to relax, looking down the front of my jeans began to darken, when there was a honk. A vehicle came speeding around the corner, cutting off the SUV, and forced the girls to stop. Problem was, they were stuck right in front of me! I managed to stop the flow momentarily, but I was already soaked down to my knee on one side. My predicament was on full display if the girls only look in front of them. I could see clearly through the front windshield. The woman driving was looking over her back shoulder, and her friends were making sure she was clear to go. Praying they would just drive off, my body gave in and involuntarily pushed, emptying like a pressure washer in my pants. All the while I was watching them. The girls head in the front passenger seat turned, and cocked sideways with a confused look on her face. My stomach dropped, I was caught. Reaching over she tapped the driver, who whipped her head around, and when she saw me, both of her hands went to her mouth. Helpless, I could feel the warmth reach my left sock, and start running down my other leg as I just stared back, my face was hot and definitely beet red. The third friends head popped out between them from the back seat, sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to see better, she visibly gasped in shock. Piss flowed like a river down both of my legs and splashed loudly on the ground now, intense feelings of relief and embarrassment were overwhelming. But my omo brain wanted to make the most of my beautiful audience. Dropping my head I lowered my gaze to the ground below me. With no one blocking them in still, I wondered what they were waiting for. Trying to relax I pushed as hard as I could. Pooling in my boxers with nowhere to go, it went up the front of my jeans soaking my white T in front up to my belly botton. I watched the darkness on my jeans grow. Wetness had now wrapped around the back, met up with the front at my knees and continued to climb up. Peeing for over a minute at this point, my power hold was biting me in the ass. I stole a glance up at the vehicle to see them all watching intently, and got my answer as to why they were waiting. The girl in the front passenger seat had her phone out I'm assuming to film or take pictures, while the other two watched with amused faces. As the flow slowed to a trickle I shrugged my shoulders, eliciting giggles from the girls. The driver looked over her shoulder and backed away while the other two waved sheepishly. I gave a defeated wave back and then they were gone. Letting out the last couple spurts, I observed that my puddle was in at least a 3 foot circle around me, running into the the empty parking space the girls vacated, and my pants were completely soaked save for thin dry strips running up my hips. My feet sloshed in my shoes as I quickly jumped into my car and drove home trying to process what had just transpired.

A/N: While originally a concept by @Gothes, they have allowed me to create this thread here. It's an anthology series in the same vein as my Howe High series. This time its about family members who are desperate for a bathroom around each other and features wetting and peeing scenes. Here's the difference though. YOU are allowed to write your own scenes and post them here! And so long as they do not violate Omorashi Org's TOS, its fine by me. You can also request any story of me, though I do have rules. Without further ado, here is our first story. And as always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated! At Least Mom Made it...Kind of Silence wasn’t always common in the Freeland household, even less so around the dinner table. But for the moment, the two sisters and their mother sat without a word between them. The clinking of silverware and plates had taken over, and each of the present family members enjoyed, or at least tried to enjoy their mothers spaghetti. Rather than sit in silence, the girls mother spoke up “Have you decided what you’re going to do for senior skip day, Jessica?” Jessica finished chewing before answering “No. Not really. I might just hang around here.” “Well that’s not really fun. What about going for a hike? Or I could take you for a day trip somewhere?” “Maybe. Honestly, I was probably going to call Aubry and we’d hang around the mall or here or something.” “Still doesn’t seem like fun.” “What should we do? We have school the next day.” Her mother shrugged, then bent forward to take another bite. Amanda asked “Well if Jessica is getting the day off and just hanging around, can I get the day off too?” “No. You’re going to school” “Ugh. C’mon mom!” “You’ll be a senior soon too. You can have the day off then.” Amanda went back to twirling her spaghetti, mumbling to herself. Without anything else to grab their attention, the family returned to silence, with most of the trio wrapping up their meals. Just then, the distinctive ringtone of their mother’s phone sounded from the kitchen counter, which was close to the dining table. The girl’s mother got up to answer it, picking up when she saw that it was her husband. Staying in the kitchen, her daughters were aware of the conversation. “Hey honey! How’s your trip?” The girls could hear the excited response of their father on the other end of the line. Their mother responded “That’s great! See, I told you that you should have gone, congratulations on the award sweetie!” Jessica and her sister had finished their dinners, and Jessica instinctively begun to clear the table, carrying each plate and glass in her hands as best as she could. She walked around her chatting mother as she gathered up the pots and pans and put them in the sink. She poured liquid soap on each of the dishes and started the tap. As the sound of running water filled the kitchen of the small ranch house, only Amanda noticed their mothers reaction. But they all heard her words. “No, Jessica was just starting the dishes.” She laughed nervously “Honey, you know I’ll only do that for you if you’re good. No, I can’t talk like that, the girls are right here.” Both Jessica and Amanda looked at each other. Amanda raised an eyebrow, and Jessica giggled. As their mother moved away from the kitchen, Jessica finished up with the brief chore of washing the dishes. It was good timing too, as she felt the familiar twinge of a bladder that was due to release its contents. Her sister had left for her room, and Jessica followed close behind. Their house had just one hallway that connected the bedrooms from the kitchen and living room. Along the narrow hallway sat the only bathroom in the house. Sandwiched between the dining room and the spare bedroom, it was a small, compact area. As Jessica opened the thin wooden door and flicked on the light, the almost yellow color of the old tile hit her eyes. They adjusted quickly while Jessica shut the door behind her. Nonchalantly, she walked over to the toilet, which was nestled between the counter and the window. In one quick motion, her athletic shorts were on the floor, and her eighteen year old butt on the toilet seat. With her forearms resting on her thin thighs, the room was soon filled with the sound of Jessica’s fresh pee slipping past her labia and dripping into the toilet water. Quickly the dripping sound of her urine splashing into the toilet was replaced with the the constant splatter as it started to rush out of her young snatch. As Jessica peed, she looked out the window, not at anything in particular, but it helped pass the few seconds it was going to take to relieve herself. The sound of the splashing water in the toilet bowl reverberated off of the walls of the small bathroom. Below her, the water itself started to adopt a yellowish hue as Jessica’s pee added to the liquid already in the bowl. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Jessica was done. Grabbing a few squares of toilet paper for herself, she made sure she was dry. In one motion Jessica stood and pulled her athletic shorts back up along with her panties. In another motion, she flushed, clearing the discolored water from the toilet. Jessica turned her attention to the mirror. Without many thoughts running through her mind, she began removing her makeup for the night. Dabbing the brush against her face and utilizing the necessary tools was a second nature at this point. Part of her relished in the solace. Not that her family was noisy, but there were usually four of them. So Jessica took her private opportunities where she could. Her sanctuary was quickly dashed by a sudden knock on the door. A light tap, Jessica heard her mother on the other side. “Sweetheart, your father found something for you tomorrow. Work gave him a few tickets to a baseball game, and he can’t make it. I thought I’d take you and Aubrey for senior day.” “Oh.” Jessica thought about it for a second “Yeah! That sounds great! Could we go to the mall too? Make a whole day out of it?” Her mother thought about it. “Sure. You know what? I’m meeting Jen for lunch, why don’t I drop you and Aubrey off at the mall, then come back and pick you two up?” “Sounds like a plan. Thanks Mom!” “Oh and Honey?” There was a pause “Are you going to be done soon? ‘Cuz mom really needs a pee right now.” “Um…maybe like fifteen minutes?” “Your sister’s out here too.” “I’m almost done.” “Now Jessica.” Her mother spoke with some force Sighing, Jessica dropped her makeup removing tools and opened the door, her mother’s figure taking up most of the door frame. Surprisingly, she had both her hands hovering near the crotch of her khaki pants. Her mother pushed past her and closed the door as Jessica left the only bathroom in the house. Her sister was standing against the wall with her arms folded, a disappointed look on her face. “She always does this.” “Who, mom?” Jessica asked “Yeah-” Suddenly Amanda was interrupted by a loud splattering sound. Instantly, both sisters were acutely aware that they could hear their Mother peeing on the on the other side of the light door. It was accompanied by a sigh that was as loud as the noise of her urine spraying both into the toilet water and against the insides of the bowl. The two could also hear a faint hiss, but didn’t want to acknowledge where it was coming from. Amanda continued her thought as the sound of their Mother peeing echoed behind them “I mean, I was standing out here waiting for you, and she just walks up after her conversation with dad and cuts right in front of me.” “She must have needed to go that bad.” Jessica paused, letting the sound of her mother’s spraying urine accent her point “Would it have killed her to wait? Or not hold it until she’s about to piss herself?” Before Jessica could respond, the sound of her mother’s stream ending it’s journey out of her became apparent. It was quickly replaced with the sound of her scolding voice “Because Amanda, I had to work today, run errands, and cook dinner for the two of you.” They could hear her unrolling the toilet paper from its place in the bathroom “Mom’s a big girl, she can hold her pee, but we all have limits.” “You’ll be fine Mom. You can wait like two seconds, its not gonna hurt you.” They could hear the toilet flushing, and soon their mother opened the door. “Don’t argue with me. Here.” She opened the door for Amanda, who said nothing as she too entered the bathroom. Rather than stand in the hall and listen to another family member pee, Jessica headed for her shared room, excited to call her friend and plan their day tomorrow. ########################################################## Jessica watched the homes and trees go by the window of her mother’s car. Occasionally, there would be someone on the sidewalk, going about their day. Sometimes she wondered about those people. Even if what they were doing was mundane, it was still part of their lives. Whoever they were, whatever their lives were like, they all had stories to tell. Part of Jessica just wanted to hear them. Stop signs, red lights, and traffic had their way with the mother and daughter duo, but there was very little conversation between them. As they pulled onto the highway towards the mall, Jessica hoped to liven the tone in the vehicle. “I like your pants Mom. Are they new?” “Oh. No. But thank you Sweetie!” She ran her hand long her thigh “I like the color with this top. And I felt like the yellow was summer-ish.” “You sure they’re not new? I feel like I’d remember if I saw you in yellow jeans.” “Actually Jess, truth is I probably couldn’t have fit in them for a while. I think I bought them last year. Maybe even the year before.” “Oh.” Jessica paused “Well congrats on losing the weight then.” Her mother smiled “Thanks Honey.” She looked over to Jessica “I like your jeans too.” “These are old. I’m probably going to buy a new pair with Aubrey.” Her mother nodded before returning her attention to the cars on the road. The first sign advertising the mall appeared, reminding her to go over the plan with her daughter. “So remember Jess, we’re kind of on a tight schedule here. After I drop you off, I’m going to have lunch with Jen, and then come back to pick you two up. Don’t be in their for more than an hour or a half or so. Or until I text you.” “Yeah, I know mom. Did I remember to tell you about Aubrey’s plans? She sent me a text this morning that her parents are going to take them to see their cousins or something like that after we’re done, so they’ll be at the house at like 6:30 or seven.” “6:30 or seven? We’ll have to leave like right after the game!” “I know, but it was that or she wouldn’t be able to come at all.” Her mother sighed. “Fine. Hopefully its a quick game then.” The two returned to silence, and Jessica rested her head on her hand. The highway was much less interesting than suburbia. The only even slightly interesting thing about the highway was the slow erosion of their home town, and the rows and rows of trees between the two lanes that used to be part of a forest. Jessica supposed that it technically was still a forest, just much less so now. Out of boredom, Jessica played with her auburn hair. She had curled it that morning and took some pride in how it looked. Preening her tank top, she couldn’t help but bask in the confidence that her fit body gave her. As the trees began to thin, and the woods turned to assorted buildings and the makings of another town, Jessica’s mother waded through the growing traffic line of cars and made for the exit. A large billboard advertising the mall dominated the skyline. Shop, relax, enjoy. The mall that has it all! “You know, I’ve never liked that tagline.” “What tagline?” “The one on the billboard Mom, see it?.” “Why is that? Isn’t that what you’re going there to do?” “I mean I guess, but it just seems too generic.” “Well what wouldn’t be generic?” “Um…I don’t know. They should just try to be more creative.” “Uh-huh. Glad you’re going into marketing then.” Jessica looked over at her mother as the car entered the massive parking lot for the mall. “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.” Her mother looked back and smiled gently. Jessica gave her a playful smack “Mom! I want to draw! I’m not going to be coming up with the words!” Her mother chucked to herself as they made their way to the entrance of the populated area. Out of the couple dozen people milling around the entrance, one girl with blonde hair stood out. Jessica smiled and hopped out of the car as it stopped. “Hey You!” “Jess! Hey!” Her longtime friend greeted her back with a friendly hug “An hour and a half girls!” Jessica’s mother called after them Jessica waved her off and shut the car door, turning back to her friend as her mother drove away. “So where do you want to go first? Or do you just want to walk around?” Aubrey looked at Jessica funny “Walk around, duh. I need the exercise if I’m going to be eating ballpark food.” The two friends turned and walked towards the large glass doors that gave the building a grand appearance. Despite its age, it was designed with care, and gave an air of sophistication. “You’re actually going to eat the food there?” “Uh yeah?” “Don’t act like I’m stupid, didn’t you become a vegetarian?” “Ok, but have you had a pretzel, ice cream and a hot dog at a baseball game?” “Never even been to a baseball game.” Aubrey looked at her friend, shocked as they entered the mall and stared walking down the massive hallways “Never?” “Why would I? I don’t care about sports.” “Not even by accident?” “How do you accidentally go to a baseball game?” Aubrey shrugged “I don’t know, but they’re super fun! Oh! Hey!” She cut in front of Jessica and quickie walked into a sporting goods store. As Jessica followed, Arbury excitedly continued “I’m getting a hat!” Jessica couldn’t help but smile at her friends energy. She was already glad to have found something to do today. ############################ While the two girls roamed about the mall, Jessica’s mother made her way through town to her favorite Italian restaurant. Both traffic and finding a place to park was simple, and as soon as the car was turned off, she began to touch up her makeup. It wasn’t more than a minute before she heard a knock on the window. “Jen! Hey!” “Maddie! Hey!” She threw back in a jovial manor “Just let me finish my makeup and we’ll head in.” Jennifer quickly bent one of her knees, her polka dotted dress swaying in the wind. “Um, you can just finish that inside.” “Cold?” Jennifer nodded, weakly smiling as she did. Maddison closed her small mirror and put it back in her purse. Climbing out of her car, she joined her friend on the sidewalk. “How was the drive over here?” “Oh…you know. Slow.” “Really? I got Jessica to the mall pretty easy.” Jennifer nodded and adjusted her purse on her shoulder. The dark color matching the black of her polka dotted dress. Her hands by her sides, she walked quicker than usual, and certainly faster than Laura. Jennifer reached the outdoor hostess first, and gave her name for their reservation. As the hostess grabbed two menus and began leading them inside to their table, Laura asked “Is your back acting up again?” “Hm? N-no..,I’m fine, why?” “You’re walking so stiff, I was worried.” Laura laughed nervously “Are you sure?” “I’m fine.” As Laura sat down at their table, Jennifer mentioned to the hostess “I’m sorry miss? Where are the restrooms? My friend wanted to fix her makeup.” The hostess pointed to the far corner of the restaurant, her pantyhose-clad knees briefly touching. She quickly brushed down her short black skirt. “Back there, but there might be a wait. We’ve been super busy like, all day.” As she walked back outside, Jennifer began to walk to the far corner of the restaurant. The half-wall that blocked the view of the doors, and the small sign that read restrooms was difficult to read from where they were seated. Despite what the hostess had said, there was only one other woman in line. Before Laura could even think about joining her friend, their waitress came over to the table. Not knowing what her friend wanted to drink, she ordered waters to start and an appetizer before joining her friend in line. They stood shoulder to shoulder, Jenifer intently watching the door in front of her. It was a dark wooden color, with a stained glass center that bore the word women’s on it. The one lady in front of the two friends went in before the two said a word between them. Laura tried to start a conversation “What did the doctors say? About your back?” “Hmm?” Jennifer bit her lip “Oh. It’s bad.” “Bad?” “Mhmm.” “What do you mean bad?” “Well…” Jennifer grabbed at the hiem of her dress “It hurts.” She nodded and looked over at Laura. The two fell back into silence for a moment until the door opened. The woman held the door for them both as Jennifer gave a weak smile. Laura followed and walked towards one of the sinks, grabbing some of her makeup tools out of her purse. Jennifer quickly walked into the open stall. Laura could hear her friend quickly jam her purse onto the hook of the stall door, followed by the unmistakable sound of her shoes tapping on the clean tiled floor. As Laura began to reapply her makeup, she heard an unmistakably loud hiss from the stall her friend had just occupied. It was followed by an equally loud splash, the toilet water reacting to the heavy flow of fresh piss it was about to endure. Her friend was breathing heavily, sounding as if she was just coming up for air after being underwater. For a moment the only sound in the entire restroom was the splash of the toilet water and the hiss of her deflating bladder. Both of which nearly drowned out her heavy breathing. “So yeah-” Jennifer started to talk, but the sound of the splashing water and her hissing snatch became greater as she contracted her muscles. It briefly overwhelmed her voice “There’s a ton of traffic on the highway. Construction made it a one lane, so that was annoying. But yeah, my back is better, I think it was just that old office chair I was using.” As the stall next to Jennifer flushed, the splashing of her stream was still audible over the sound of the swirling water. The other woman washed her hands next to Laura, but said nothing. The sound of Jennifer's hissing pee still permeated the room, and the splashing of the water below her created an awkwardness for the stranger and Laura both. As Jennifer’s stream began to die down, Laura finished her makeup and reapplied her lipstick. It was subtle, just enough to help her pale lips pop. The once roaring stream that had erupted from Jennifer had finally been reduced to a slow drip. Laura asked her friend a question, piercing the veil as she heard her unravel the toilet paper “Better?” Jennifer sighed “You have no idea.” ################################ Jessica looked away from her phone for a moment as her friend suddenly grabbed her arm and darted off towards a sporting goods store. “Wait! Where-” “We’re getting hats! C’mon!” They cut in front of a lane of people walking in the opposite direction and entered the store. Sports weren’t that interesting to Jessica, but she smiled a little at her friend’s excitement. As they entered the store, Aubrey immediately made her way to the hats and began combing through the shelves. She shuffled through a few of the more popular teams, and made a face when she couldn’t find the one she was looking for. She looked around the shop, which was sparsely packed with people. The only person who appeared to be working was an overweight, middle aged man with glasses. His balding head picked up when he saw the young blonde senior approach him. “Excuse me sir? It doesn’t look like there are any Spanner’s hats. Can you help us out?” He nodded, obviously happy that the bubbly blonde with large breasts for her frame was taling to him. Aubry made small talk “We’re going to the game this afternoon, and its my friends first time.” He looked at Jessica and smiled, her brownish hair and it’s natural curls were equally as alluring. “You like sports?” Jessica shook her head, a little shy. Aubry spoke for her “She’s more into math and science. She thinks sports are dumb.” Aubry had a wide smile on her face, ribbing her friend playfully “I didn’t say that!” Jessica playfully gave Aubry a light push, matching her smile. Aubry turned her attention back to the cashier “No, but I think we should have some merch, and it’s not like we want to pay the prices at the stadium, you know?” The man agreed and nodded while typing on the computer, searching the inventory of the store. Aubry leaned forward over the counter, accenting her boobs. “You think I should get a top too?” “Uhh…” The man was taken aback, he coughed nervously “Um…well the store could use the business but I don’t know.” Aubry looked over to Jessica and giggled. Jessica’s eyes were wide, she disapproved of her friends act. “Uh, Miss? I think I have one, maybe two hats in the back.” “Oh! Great, thank you!” The man waddled towards the back, and Jessica pulled her friends arm. “What was that?” “What was what?” “You know!” Jessica motioned towards her own breasts, but was reluctant to touch them or repeat the tease that her friend had done. Aubry smiled “I’ll tell you at lunch. I want to buy a pair of shorts too, we should hit up the store across from the food court.” Jessica looked at her phone “I want something to wear too, but we don’t have a ton of time left.” At that moment, the overweight man waddled from the backroom towards the counter, proudly holding a cap in his sweaty hand. “Last one! Maybe ever. These don’t really sell.” “Oh! Perfect thank you!” Aubry excitedly clapped her hands and took the hat from the man. She paid for the hat and made more small talk with the man behind the counter. Jessica stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say. She looked at her phone, confirming that they had enough time to shop and eat before her mom came back. Aubry started walking, thanking the man for his time. Exiting the store, the two friends cut through the foot traffic in the mall and reached the upward escalator. As they rode up to the second floor, Aubrey felt the first nudge from her bladder, a gentle reminder that she had not gone since that morning. “Jess, did I tell you about this new drink I’ve been trying in the morning?” Jessica shook her head “It’s super good! Ton of electrolytes and no sugar, so its super good for you.” “Probably doesn’t taste good.” “No. You’re right, it doesn’t taste good. That not the point.” “But when you said it was super good-” “I meant that it was super good for you!” The two reached the top of the escalator and stepped off. The large walking space in front of them was the only thing blocking their access to the large clothing store that anchored the mall. Excitedly, the two friends entered the large store, Aubry was sure she’d have time to use the restroom before they left for the game. ################################# As their food finally came, Laura ordered some wine. Jennifer commented “Aren’t you going to be driving?” “Yeah but a little wine won’t hurt.” “Are you going to have a beer at the game?” “Well sure, but it’s mostly water anyway. Theo usually complains about it.” Jennifer twirled her spaghetti and asked before chewing “How are things with your husband?” “Good. Really good honestly. I wonder if he took some sort of class or seminar or something. But he’s been great lately.” Laura cut some of her eggplant parmesan “Must be nice.” Jennifer took another bite of her spaghetti and a drink from her glass “Nice?” “You know, to have someone. It’s impossible to date at my age.” “Your age? C’mon Jen, you’re talking like you’re a hundred years old.” Jennifer shrugged “I just wish I had a guy…who was there, you know? A guy that I could just ask questions, or…” A look of sadness washed over Jennifer’s face. “You’ll find someone. You’re cute, have a good job. Why not one of the guys in the office?” The waiter came back with the wine. “Thank you” “I don’t know. Wouldn’t guys find it a bit.” Jennifer paused, looking for the right word “I don’t know, creepy? Their old boss comes over and starts flirting with them.” “I think the right guy would be into it. Maybe this is too much for you but one night Theo and I did this boss and employee roleplay. He was an animal.” Laura looked down at her food as she cut another piece, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she remembered that night. Silence came back over the two as they both ate, their meals dwindling on their plate. Jennifer cut into her last meatball. Pushing the meat to the side in her mouth she stated “I don’t want that though. I…really want what you have.” She finished chewing “And I can’t.” “A man?” Laura looked confused “Kids.” “It’s a lot of work-” “But isn’t it fulfilling? Sure I’m positive you have your troubles, but Jess is about to go to college, and Amanda I’m sure will do fine.” Laura laughed “Here’s why you don’t want kids. Do you know what Amanda did to me last night?” Jennifer took a sip from her sparkling water. “Do tell” “So I had a ton of errands to run yesterday. Nothing special, just a lot.” Laura took finished the rest of her wine. “About halfway through, I had to pee.” Jennifer laughed awkwardly at her friends candid nature. Laura continued “I get home, start cooking. I figured I’d just go after I got dinner ready, the girls usually take their time when I call them anyway, you know? Of course, this time they were ready immediately. And Maybe its my fault, I could have gone before we started but I guess I just didn’t feel like it.” Laura finished her eggplant. She took another drink of water, paused, and took another drink, emptying the glass. “Anyway, I was about to get up and go when Theo called. So then of course I answer like a good wife. But the whole time I’m like: okay, I’ve got to pee. Then of course, Jess starts washing the dishes and I felt like I was about to pee my pants.” Their waiter came by to refill Laura’s water. He seemed a little embarrassed as he picked up the tail end of their conversation. Jennifer noticed his blush and added “Maybe watch how much you give her!” The two friends laughed and Jennifer grabbed his arm lightly, which he pulled away from. “Would you two ladies like any dessert?” “No, we’re on a time thing. Can we actually just get the check?” Laura looked at her phone as the waiter nodded and left “Yeah, I got to pick up the girls in like twenty.” Jennifer motioned for her to continue her story “So you peed your pants last night-” “No, I felt like I was going to. I didn’t. Anyway, I’m talking to Theo and Jess finishes the dishes, whatever. Then she gets in the bathroom and I’m thinking, oh great.” The waiter placed the check down in the middle of the table and left “I get off the phone, go up the bathroom and Amanda is standing there too. Now, we have a thin door, so-” She leaned over the table, and Jennifer instinctively leaned in as well. In a whisper, Laura added “we can hear Jess peeing”. As she pulled back from the table, Laura cleared her throat. It was a little embarrassing “Anyway, at this point I’m struggling, and I’m basically holding myself. So I say to Amanda ‘sweetheart, mom’s going next’. And I can see her roll her eyes but she doesn’t say anything. So I go in next and Jessica comes out.” The waiter took the check along with Jennifer’s credit card. She paid for the entire meal. “I get in there, I finally start going, and you know how it feels when you wait a long time and then finally get to go.” Jennifer nodded and raised her eyebrows “Sounds familiar” she chuckled to herself “Alright so I’m going and I hear Amanda, complaining about me through that door. She ends up arguing with me while I’m peeing. Like its coming out of me, and I’m having to tell her that I can’t wait forever. Like does she think that once I become a mom I don’t have to pee ever again?” Jennifer smiled. Laura continued “She tells me that I’m over dramatic and that I can wait a few extra minutes for her, and that I ‘always do this to her’. Like, what does she know?” Jennifer shrugged “Maybe she has a point.” “How?” “I mean, you could have gone while you were out. You didn’t need to wait until you got home.” “Ugh. No, I hate public bathrooms. I think I’d rather pee in my pants than use one. If you ever hear me even suggest it, it probably means it’s too late already.” “So how does all this make me not want to have kids?” “I don’t know. You don’t have to deal with all of this I guess.” “That it? That’s the reason?” Laura shrugged “No, I love them both. It’s just exhausting sometimes. Speaking of which-” She looked at her phone “I gotta pick up Jess and her friend.” The two friends stood and gave each other a hug, Laura added “Thanks for lunch. We should do this more often!” “We really should!” The two stood awkwardly for a moment, Laura expecting Jennifer to walk out with her, but Jennifer admitted “Oh, I um…have to go again. And I’m not going to drive through that construction. Call me when you guys get home!” The two gave each other a good bye and parted for the day. Jennifer walked back towards the restroom for the second time that day, and Laura walked to the front door. As she stepped out into the late spring sunlight, she was glad they were seated when they did. A line of people were either sitting on the provided benches or standing in front of the podium to check reservations. The same hostess that had seated them was standing behind it, her legs jittered as she read back the last name of whoever was next in line. Laura thought nothing of it as she walked to her car and climbed back in. Full of her favorite food and thoroughly hydrated, she was ready to hit the road. ############################### With a bundle of clothes on each arm, both Jessica and Aubry waited in line for the changing rooms to open up. Aubry no longer felt like she had to go. Distracted by shopping and the prospect of a new outfit, her minor need was pushed to the side. A door opened and Jessica went in first, a bundle of short but conservative clothes in her arms. The next door that opened went to Aubry. Closing the door behind her, Aubry set her clothes down on the bench and took her top off. Her noticeably large breasts were hidden behind her red bra. She tried on a white sleeveless top first. She liked it, but the red of her bra poked through. She could only imagine how incredulous her mother would be if she saw her wearing it. She put it in the “buy” pile. Jessica looked around nervously for a camera. The thought that the mall even allowed security cameras to point into the changing rooms made her uncomfortable. Leaving her top on, she used her hands and the mirror to check the dimensions of the T-shirt. It was grey, and went well with the dark denim jeans she was currently wearing. She decided to buy it. Aubry was down to her last potential purchase. A pair of short jeans. They were light, and didn’t go much farther down than her thighs. Her small butt was covered completely, but just barely. They were a tight fit, and she could feel them digging into her waistline. But they were tight, nearly looked painted on, and that’s what she wanted. As Aubry stepped out of the changing room with her new outfit, she felt the urge to pee come back. Still subtle, it was a reminder that she needed to ease the building liquid in her bladder. The tight shorts weren’t helping. She met Jessica and the two walked towards the cashier. “Wow. Those are…short.” Jessica commented “I know. I love them!” “But won’t people stare?” Aubrey smiled as she walked towards the counter “Maybe I want them to.” Unlike the first time, the feeling of a filling bladder was not leaving Aubry. She attributed it to her new shorts. Whatever the cause was, she knew that she should go before they left for the game. As she and Jessica paid and left the clothing store, she started to walk towards the restrooms that were right next to the food court. Jessica looked down at her phone “If we’re going to eat anything, we need to now. Mom’s already on her way.” “Um…okay.” Aubry glanced over to the restrooms, a small but manageable line out front. She hadn’t eaten yet, and lunch sounded just as enticing. The two split, Jessica ventured over to an Asian restaurant and Aubry went towards the only eatery that claimed to have food that was somewhat healthy. She stood in line tapping her foot and distracting herself with her phone, the dull urge to use the restroom staying with her. Jessica was the first one to find a table. As she sipped her iced tea and took ravenous bites of her food, she couldn’t help but look at her longtime friend waiting in line. Her new shorts were not something that Jessica would ever wear herself, nor would she have expected Aubry to wear them. Her own jeans were tighter than she would have normally worn, but she figured that the dark color stood out less. Eventually, Aubry came over with her food, a salad and a water bottle. The plastic bottle was dwarfed by Jessica’s large plastic cup. “Water and a salad? I thought you said you were hungry?” “I am. But I’m calorie cutting, so this is the best I can do.” “Calorie cutting?” Jessica worried “Yeah. Got down to about a thousand a day.” “Isn’t that a little unhealthy?” “I’ve been fat. That’s unhealthy too.” “I read-” Aubry put her hand up. Obviously, Jessica had struck a nerve. “I know. My mother says the same thing every time. But I’m not being unhealthy. I just don’t eat anything but lunch.” “That is unhealthy.” “No it isn’t. Not if you do it right.” The two were quiet. Jessica took a long sip from her drink, the fluid still amounting to much more than Aubry’s water bottle. Aubry continued “Besides. I’m having a hot dog, a pretzel and a soda at the game. I can’t pig out now.” “I just don’t get why you’re starving yourself.” “I’m not! Besides, I like being healthy. People pay attention to me now, especially boys. Did you see the guy behind the counter?” “Oh that creep would have looked at any girl like that. And you did that whole show, of course he was looking at you!” “But it’s not just him. Guys hold the door open for me. Even girls at school are nicer.” “Is that why you started sitting with that cheerleader at lunch?” “Jamie? N-no. We just started studying together. That’s all!” Aubry blushed, her white skin turning a light shade of red “Look, can we talk about something else? I hated being fat, and I like feeling human again. That’s all.” Unsure why her friend was so defensive, Jessica backed off and took another long drink from her iced tea. Aubry did the same with her water. Jessica’s phone buzzed as she received a text from her mother. “Woah! Mom’s gonna be here in like 5. We gotta go!” Jessica scrambled to finish the last of her lunch and downed the rest of her tea. “Ok, let me just-” Jessica started to pack up her things. “We don’t have time, the entrance is on the other side!” Aubrey followed suit, tossing the rest of her salad into the trash and downing her water bottle in one gulp. She walked quickly to catch up to her friend, taking a glance at the line for the restroom as they passed it. This is a bad idea she thought ############################# As Laura swung the car around the entrance to the mall, she scanned the crowd for her daughter. She couldn’t see either of them, and decided to stop the car in the large circular driveway. She briefly searched around the clean car for her phone, before grabbing it off of the passenger seat. Looking up she saw her daughter and her friend leaving the mall. She was proud of Jessica for being on time for once and smiled as she watched her daughter throw a large plastic cup into the garbage and make their way to the car. “Right on time girls!” “Hey Mrs. F!” Aubry gave a chipper greeting as she climbed into the car, Jessica climbed in the other side “Hi Aubry. You look ready!” Luara started to drive as the two friends put their seatbelts on “Just got the hat today. I was telling Jess that there’s nothing like a baseball game. You ready?” Laura smiled at the girls enthusiasm “Of course. I like your top by the way.” Aubrey smiled back without saying a word. Without Laura noticing, she elbowed Jessica as if to say I told you so. As they drove away from the mall, Aubry studied Laura. Her yellow pants stood out and contrasted well with her white sleeveless blouse. Concededly, or perhaps for another reason, Aubry glanced at the older woman’s chest, then to Jessica's. Whether it was out of a sense of superiority, a opportunity to get her mind off of her growing need to pee, or something else entirely, she didn’t know. Whatever it was, it helped distract her for the moment. “Something different about hotdogs and pretzels at a ballgame, you know?” No one responded. Aubry sat, she looking out the back window. Time had passed, but exactly how much, she didn’t know. The towns, trees and fields that they passed all blended together. The only constant was the building pressure in her bladder. It reprimanded her for keeping quiet in the mall. Aubry expressed her regret with a sigh “I should have peed at the mall.” Jessica looked over to her friend “Mom, are we gonna stop anywhere?” Aubry jumped in, her love for sports still overriding her anatomical need “No, I’d rather be there for the whole game. Don’t feel like you need to stop for me.” Laura looked in the rearview mirror. Aubry didn’t look all that distressed aside from her swinging legs in the back seat. She glanced at her daughter, who seemed to be more interested in whatever was out of the window than stopping. Still, Laura wanted to give them the opportunity. “Are you sure Aubry? It’s going to be twenty or so minutes.” “Yeah, no, I’ll be fine. Might have to find a bush or something after the game.” Jessica whipped her head away from the window, her mouth agape at such a suggestion. Aubry gave more context “Hardly any of the stalls have doors. I’d really only use one if I had to.” “No doors?” The very idea seemed to make Jessica squirm in her seat. Gently, she place a hand against her crotch “Is that even allowed? That has to be a rumor or something.” “Uh, no.” Aubry laughed awkwardly “I um…have firsthand experience.” Jessica’s eyes went wide “How is that even allowed? Don’t we have some right to privacy?” “I think they did it after that woman got alcohol poisoning. Maybe it’s like a safety thing?” Jessica squirmed and crossed her legs in her seat, it went unnoticed by everyone else in the car “So like…everyone watched you pee?” “Well no, it wasn’t me.” Aubrey sighed “It was my mom. She had said that she needed to go before the game started, and we waited forever in line. Like long enough to miss the National Anthem and the first pitch.” “How did you miss the first pitch and all of that because of her?” Laura asked from her driver’s seat “I said because we were waiting in that big long line.” “She made you wait in line too?” “Well no. I...had to go too.” Aubry shifted in her seat, remembering the event. “But when we got to the stall, only like one or two of them had doors.” The conversation seemed to end. Neither Laura nor Jessica needed to hear that much more of the story. Especially Jessica, who was privately starting to regret not going at the mall as well. Aubry’s warning about the stalls without doors didn’t sit well with her either. It was bad enough that their bathroom at their home had a thin door, but the prospect of other people directly seeing her was a predicament she did not want to be a part of. “Mom, are you sure we shouldn’t stop?” Aubry interjected, she sounded agitated “No! The fact that we have to be back to your house by 6:30 means we probably should leave in the 7th inning. I don’t want to miss anything. I’ll be fine. Just forget it.” Despite her verbal protests, Aubry’s bladder would have preferred them stopping. Gone was the gentle and occasional nudge from a slightly full bladder and its place was the constant pressure of a distressed abdomen. Aubry rubbed her stomach, just above her bladder, and jittered her exposed legs. She promised herself she be fine. She was strong. This was nothing. “Wow, Jen wasn’t kidding” Laura gave a low whistle. Construction had the lane in the other direction nearly at a dead stop. The few cars that were moving were doing so slowly as drivers cut each other off and maneuvered their way around the dwindling lanes. Aubry cringed as they passed another exit. You’ll be fine. A hotdog, pretzel and a soda. You’ll forget all about it. You’re fine. Aubry’s fears were quelled as soon as the car pulled into the stadium parking lot. As she excitedly took in the sights and sounds of the crowd around her, the dull ache of her annoyed bladder evaporated. Or, at least it felt that way. As soon as Laura turned off the car, she hopped out, and waited for Jessica to join her. The two friends were in lockstep, Laura tailing behind as they went through security. For as much as Aubry’s excitement had numbed her, Jessica hadn’t felt the same effect. She was starting to feel the weight of her bladder against her privates as they walked up the huge concrete steps towards their seats. As they reached the floor that housed the multiple entrances to the stadium seats, Aubry felt someone grab her arm. It was Jessica’s Mom. “Aubry honey, I’ll get you that hot dog and pretzel you mentioned. Why don’t you and Jess go find our seats?” Aubry nodded, Mrs. Freeland seemed to be alluding to more. She stayed put for a movement, and her friend’s mom spoke again “And maybe use the restroom if you get a chance?” You’re not my mother Aubry kept the thought to herself, and nodded instead. Following the advice, she set out to find the nearest restroom while Jessica went to find their seats. It wasn’t hard to navigate the crowds to find the restroom. The challenge came from waiting in the line that was present. A sizeable portion of the wall closest to the bathroom entrance for the ladies was covered in women of all stripes waiting their turn for relief. Aubry joined in at the tail end, her unhappy bladder notifying her of her condition. Time also reminded her that her last visit to the bathroom was hours ago, and while that wouldn’t have been a problem if she had been drinking normally, the drinks she had downed had been processed. If her bladder was at this point in its fullness normally, she would have voided it at this point. But this wasn’t a normal day. With a sigh, Aubry folded her arms. She placed them just below her chest. She could feel her boobs on her forearms. She tapped her foot. Waiting was the worst part. Just the idea that she would get relief soon was enough to send her bladder into an involuntary spasm. She held on. Crossing her legs, she began to bob up and down. The line was moving at a glacier speed. It was helped quickly by a trio of girls darting out of line and heading for the men’s room. One of them had her hands jammed into the crotch of her olive shorts. They talked to a few of the men who were waiting in their own line, though it was considerably shorter than the ladies, and the men called forward “Ladies coming through!” Some of the men cheered. A few whistled and the three girls seemed to be having fun with it. Aubry briefly thought about going over there herself. She decided against it, the thought of peeing in a room full of guys was a little much for her. Peeing in front of someone might be hot though. She chased the thought away. What on earth are you thinking? She crossed her legs. Just then, the announcement came over the loudspeaker that the anthem and first pitch were about to be thrown. Still guided by her love for sports and the outdoors, Aubry left the line. She decided to hold it. ############### They were uncomfortable plastic seats, and as Jessica sat in them, she could feel the waist of her jeans cutting into her filling bladder. She should have peed, she knew that. But as Aubry took the seat next to her, and her mother took the seat closest to the isle, Jessica felt trapped and locked into her decision. The first two innings were quick. Each team had one hit between them. It gave Aubry time to take in the game and perhaps more importantly, put aside her throbbing bladder. Jessica, who was less interested in the game, was not nearly as distracted. The large iced tea and other drinks she had consumed at the mall were catching up with her. She rubbed her thighs with her hands, trying to remain inconspicuous. Getting up to go would require her mother and friend to stand up, and she wasn’t willing to risk the social niceties yet. Aubry couldn’t help but shift and cross her legs in another way. She felt bloated; heavy even, and she had no idea how long the third inning had been. She felt as though her interest had waned, as she was now focused almost entirely on holding back her floodwaters. Despite her shifting and squirming, Aubrey was starting to hold herself, occasionally clutching and grabbing at her privates. Hoping that her pelvic exercises would save her, she squeezed and contracted her walls in hopes that they could do the trick. She was sure her tight pants were showing off these contractions. But she was confident that others wouldn’t notice. She felt a presence next to her. It was Jessica’s mom leaning over to whisper “I hate using public bathrooms” What does that mean? Does she know that I have to go? Aubry looked over at her friends mom Maybe she needs to pee too? It didn’t look that way. Jessica’s mother was as stiff as a statue, focusing on the game. The crowd cheered as the pitcher walked the batter, putting a second man on base. Aubry tried to pay attention to the game, but her bladder had waited long enough. It was starting to dominate her thoughts, telling her to go now. Aubry declined, instead trying to turn her attention to the game. By the time there were two outs in the fourth inning, Aubry was struggling. The full brunt of her actions were bearing down on her now tender bladder. It felt stretched, starting to ache. She curled her toes, visible in her sandals. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to focus on the game at hand. Aubry’s eyes darted back and forth. She wanted to focus on the players. Their numbers, their names. Their muscles. Anything. Aubry was probably sweating as much as they were. Her legs jittered. Sometimes subtly, sometimes with and extra bounce. She could feel her pee pressing right up against her slit. Both her hands were grabbing the edges of her shorts, Aubry was trying anything to keep control of her body. “Is it really true about the bathrooms not having any doors?” Aubry looked at Jessica, her friend clearly asking for her own need. Jessica was bent forward, her balled up fist dug right into the crotch of her dark jeans. Aubry was too desperate to respond “Yes.” The voice came from behind them. A blonde woman they didn’t know was resting her head on her boyfriend. She seemed friendly enough. With a confused look, he looked at her “So people saw you when…” “Only other women. But yeah, no hiding anything.” “Damn, that’s so hot.” He said flirtatiously The two gave each other a quick smooch and went back to watching the game, both with a smile. Jessica was no so enticed. As Aubry squirmed and shook next to her, Jessica’s own steadily filling bladder was taking its toll. The fifth inning was starting. She reminded herself that Aubry had mentioned leaving in the seventh. Jessica was starting to think she could make it. Having lost track of time, Aubrey’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Aubrey’s mind. Desperately, she checked the scoreboard. She tried to tell herself that her love for the sport was greater than her physical need. It should almost be over. She waited; trying to be soak in every second. Trying to hold it. She didn’t want to be like her Mom. Aubry remembered her mother desperately in her seat. She wasn’t going to be like that. She stayed seated for another moment. Was it two minutes? One? Five? She didn’t know anymore. She couldn’t take it. Legs still crossed, she gingerly stood up. The pressure was nearly too much. The weight of her overfilled bladder was compounded by gravity pulling down on her swollen organ. The tightness she felt could only be offset by grabbing a hold of her crotch as tight as she could. She crossed her legs, every limb and muscle, every fiber of her being was in force to prevent a deluge of hot pee from running into her shorts. “P-please m-m-Mrs. Freedland…I-i-I have to pee…” Her voice was a labored whisper. Jessica’s mom stood to allow the struggling girl the opportunity to get up from her seat. Jessica followed, desperate, but not nearly as bad as her friend. Aubrey couldn’t stand up straight. Her slow movement held the two back. Keeping her eyes focused on the top of the stairs that housed the route to her rescue helped Aubrey concentrate on holding it. In a hunched over state, she waded her way through the throngs of people. She wasn’t even sure where they were going. To the top of the stairs. Progress. Aubrey saw the bathroom lines. They were still long. A cauldron of emotions gripped her. Fear, worry, embarrassment. She shook in place. Looking at her friend, Aubry was nearly in tears “I’m not going to make it…” Jessica looked at her friend, her watery, teary eyes told the whole story. Aubrey could only manage a loud exhale. She sucked her breath in. Trying to stand up as straight as her swollen abdomen would allow. Her bladder felt like a stone. It was pushing up against her tight jean shorts. Jessica was desperate. But her only concern right now was for Aubrey. The poor woman was staring down the slow line. Out of sympathy, Jessica walked by her shaking friend and asked the trio of girls in front of them “I hate to ask” She stammered “But can my friend cut you?” Jessica’s own legs were crossed as she spoke “Uhh…” The brunette leader of the three girls looked at Jessica first, her expression changing to one of shock when she saw Aubry “Oh! Oh my gosh, sure! A-are you ok?” Aubry was too desperate to speak, her mind caring only about controlling her bladder. She inched forward, the agony of her burning bladder was nearly too much. She felt a spurt of pee escape. It rushed into her panties. It was warm. Tantalizing the rest of her pent up pee. Another step, another spurt. Aubry stopped walking. She clutched the edges of her jean shorts, they cut off a few inches down her thigh. Her hands had no idea what to do, her brain short circuiting from the pressure and weight of her full bladder. She shook, her legs not willing to move. “I-Jess…I’m s-sor-ry…” Aubry’s muscles were in a mutiny, not willing to listen to the orders her brain was giving. It was too much. A quiet moan escaped Aubry’s lips. She grabbed the end of her shorts. Arms straight. Her legs were as stiff as a statue. Time seemed to slow. It wasn’t real. None of this was. It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be. For as slowly as she perceived everyone around her, she was shocked at how fast it happened. Her panties had suddenly felt warm. Then there was the splattering of her hot piss smacking the concrete. It was loudest thing in the stadium. Or at least, it was to Aubry. She could feel the spreading warmth around her crotch. It cut down to both her legs, and soon was cascading down each of them. She thought about trying to stop, but the relief was too much. A dull hiss was emanating from her crotch. Her snatch was dumping an entirely full bladder into her shorts and panties. The seat of her shorts felt warm, she could feel it soak the backs of her legs. The rushing, splattering pee had reached her feet. With great speed, her flowing piss created a puddle underneath Aubry. It poured over her feet and into sandals, waterlogging them, and poured out onto the concrete ground. A shiver ran down the length of Aubry’s spine. Her legs began to twitch at the warmth and relief from holding it for so long. As her pussy continued to push warm pee into her panties, Aubry became acutely aware of her finally deflating bladder. She could only exhale as she marinated in the relief. Jessica could only watch in horror as her friend peed in her shorts. It was much quicker than she could have imagined. She almost didn’t want to believe it was happening. The quick dark stain on her light shorts quickly bloomed over her friends crotch. It was as if a showerhead had been jammed down her friends shorts. As Aubry continued to pee, it only got worse. She was moaning and whimpering, her legs wiggling as they were drenched in clear, hot pee. The puddle expanded, and the three girls backed away, their faces plastered with a shocked expression. Jessica’s own bladder relented in sympathy, shooting a quick jet of hot pee into her panties. She grabbed her own crotch as Aubry’s accident started to come to a close. That’s when Aubry started to hear the voices. “Peed her pants…” “Did you see that?” She didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to know who saw. She heard whispers, gasps. One of the three strangers started laughing. It cut harsher than any knife. She could feel the puddle she was standing in. Her legs were warm, and her crotch warmer. She couldn’t tell what was sweat and what was piss. She opened one eye. It was real. All of it. She was standing in a puddle of her own pee not more than an inch deep. It had splattered onto the backs of her heels. Her toes were wiggling, bathing in the now cooling sensation. ##################### Laura sat with one leg over the other. She was enjoying the sun and her time. Her phone buzzed. It was her daughter Get up here now! The worst thoughts entered Laura’s mind. Was there an emergency? Was someone sick? Even worse thoughts continued to occupy her mind as she climbed the stairs. What she didn’t expect was to see Aubry, a girl about to go to college, standing in a puddle, her shorts soaked in pee. It had clearly started at her crotch, and from the back, had soaked both of her butt cheeks in two wide streaks down the back of her legs. She could hear people laughing at her expense, and if they weren’t, their shocked faces gave away their thoughts. Laura jogged up to Aubry, and gave her a hug with just an arm “C’mon, we’re leaving now.” “But I really need to go too!” Jessica added “You can wait.” “Traffic’s going to be bad mom. Are you sure we can’t just wait so I can go?” “Jess, you’re not the only one who needs to pee, ok? But do you really want to make your friend a spectacle right now?” Jessica looked at Aubry’s pants and her puddle. Her friend looked forlorn, like she was about to cry. Jessica shook her head. “Can we at least stop on the way?” She could feel the wetness from her earlier leak “Please?” “Fine.” Laura knew they had time, and she wasn’t about to make her daughter wait. As they walked back towards the car, she could feel her own bladder asking to stop on the way back too. She hadn’t gone at the restaurant, and certainly avoided going at the stadium. She hated public restrooms, and all that would be available on the way back were gas stations. Laura would wait if she could. Aubry could feel her now cold legs react to the wind. Whatever piss that hadn’t dropped into her puddle, or dribble down her legs as she walked had now stuck to her. She left small wet footprints behind as her sandals squeaked. She could feel other people’s eyes. They were glued to her. She was too old to be wetting her pants. She knew that. She wanted to hide her shame, and she couldn’t. Still locked in a one-armed hug by her friends mom, she knew how juvenile she looked. The three climbed into the car, Aubry wincing as she sat down. She felt the cold of her now clammy panties around her privacy. Her freezing cold shorts clung to her. She reached into her back pocket as Laura started the car. Her phone was wet. Her pee had soaked though the denim of her shorts and wet the top half of the screen. “Even my phone is wet” Aubry started to laugh, Jessica did so nervously. Quickly Aubry’s laughter turned to tears. She started to cry “I-I-I just couldn’t wait anymore! This is all my fault!” “Aww, Aubry, its ok honey.” Laura tried to help Jessica rubbed her friends back, stoking it as she tried to console her. “It’s ok Aubry, accidents happen.” “Not at this age! I’m so stupid!” Jessica gave her friend a hug as she sniffled and whined. The two didn’t say a word between them as Jessica tried to calm her down. All she could do was hold her. Even despite her own need, she could only think about helping Aubry. Exactly how to do so, she wasn’t sure. The two must have held their embrace for a while. Jessica wasn’t sure how long, but she could feel her own pee sloshing around inside her. She tightened her muscles, holding it. Aubry was still sniffling, but her sobbing had quieted I should have peed. I really should have been more forceful. Jessica had begun to regret her meek nature as she crossed her legs. Aubry had quieted down, but all that meant was that Jessica was now focused on her own bladder. She bobbed her feet on each foot. “Mom, can we stop at a gas station real soon? I wasn’t kidding, I really got to go too.” “Yeah, sure Jess. Just wait a little longer, I want to get further down the highway.” The three went silent, both Laura and Jessica focusing on holding it, though Jessica was being more expressive. Aubry had started to scroll through her phone, her energy much more mellow than it had been. “Hey guys…my mom texted me a while back.” No response as mother and daughter started to focus more on their own bladders. Aubry continued “She’s going to be picking me up from your place at 6 instead.” Jessica swallowed hard, her bladder not liking the situation. Laura felt the same. They were quiet at first but Laura had to deliver the news. “Jess. Honey…I don’t think we can stop. We’re going to be home right then as it is.” “Mom, please. I don’t think I can wait that long.” “I know sweetie, I know. Can you at least try to hold it?” Jessica turned to her friend, no afraid for herself. “Can you like, ask your mom to pick you up later?” Aubry nodded and sent a text. ############################ Jessica tried. She tried to sit still and ignore it. There had been no response from Aubry’s mother. The red lights and long car lines of the construction traffic intimidated her. She squirmed in her seat, pressing her hand against her crotch. Jessica kept catching glimpses of her friends soaked shorts. In a way she was jealous. Her friend didn’t have to struggle. She didn’t have to worry. But Jessica was holding on to a full bladder. One she had now been nursing since they left the mall. The iced tea and water she had consumed needed to make their way out, and by plunging headfirst into the traffic they knew was going to exist only served to anger her bladder. Laura didn’t want to admit it, but she was in the same position. The wine and water had gone down easy at lunch, but the game and now the drive was a new obstacle. Given her need to use the pedals alertly, she couldn’t cross her legs. Out of a desire to maintain her composure, she refused to hold herself. But her bladder was full. Taut with the strain of holding a full bladder, her anxiety was starting to take hold. It wasn’t the fullness of her bladder that she feared the most, but the mental battle with herself that she was unprepared for. She had felt it before. She was used to holding it to get home. After all, Laura had made it her mantra to ignore public bathrooms. This was starting to feel different. She clenched harder as she stepped on the brake, hoping she still had enough strength in her most private parts to hold back the brewing water and wine in her filling bladder. Jessica had been seeing red for too long. She had read the back of the trailer too many times. She had checked her social media feed, refreshing and refreshing, anything to keep her mind off of one very obvious predicament. She had to pee. Made worse by the fact that she had waited so long already. She pulled up her jeans inadvertently giving herself a cameltoe. Placing her hand over her now outlined genitals, Jessica continued to bare the pain until they could reach home. Hopefully. As they inched forward in traffic, a blue sign taunted her on the shoulder of the highway. It promised a number of stops. All with bathrooms. Just a mile and a half. Laura didn’t notice as she fought back her first wave of desperation. A sign that her battle was worse that she outwardly showed. Jessica made sure she knew about it. “Mom please! It hurts. I-I don’t think I can make it home.” “Honey, just tell yourself you can. We have to hold it!” Jessica tried to lie to herself. With another denial and slow moving traffic, she knew she was in for a fight. A moistness in her panties she had felt before. Not wanting to look, but needing to look, she gently took her hand away. A small patch, not larger than a penny, had formed on her jeans. It wasn’t much damage, but enough to tell her that her full bladder was not to be trifled with. An enemy that was more than capable of tearing through her tightly bound defenses. Jessica was stating to leak. It was when they reached the advertised exit that Jessica began to rock back and forth in her seat. One hand firmly pressing into her crotch, the other was snaked around her backside, and held her tender slit from the back. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. Jessica’s logical mind had begun to slip away. She started to look for something, anything in the car she could pee into. Scrambling, she looked around. Their bags from shopping were in the trunk, and her mother kept the car clean. She closed her eyes, tightening her grip and hoping that somehow, someway, she could find relief. “M-mom…can…is there a-a-a cup or something?” Laura balked at the idea. Her daughter? Peeing in a cup? She hated it. But they didn’t have many options. She looked around. Nothing. “Dear, I’m sorry, I don’t see anything.” “I-I need to pee!” Jessica was distraught. She wanted to cry. “Me too baby, me too.” Jessica probably couldn’t see it, but her mother was also holding her crotch. Every drop produced from her drinks that morning had filled her ballooning bladder. She was not as desperate as her daughter, but she could feel it was close to bursting. An acute ache that made her abdomen hard, pounded and pushed against Laura’s peehole. A sudden pain. A sharp wave of desperation washed over the tired mother. Harder than before, she leaned forward, a low moan escaping her lips. “M-mrs. F, are you ok?” Aubry asked timidly A slight hiss was Laura’s only response. She sucked in air, exhaled quickly, and moaned harder. She tried to respond to her daughter’s friend “I-I-I-I…I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” She hadn’t leaked. But it wasn’t easy to hold it. Jessica had never felt so insecure. Her stomach was bulging. It was as hard, tight with a force and a pressure that her 18 year-old mind could hardly comprehend. She was sure she had never had to go this badly in her life before. She felt sick. Clammy. Sweaty. She was starting to shake. Gasp. She felt like she was drowning in her own pent up urine. It hurt, worse than anything had ever hurt her before. She had stopped leaking. Jessica had stayed dry as the car moved through traffic. Suddenly, she felt calm, collected. Her pants had cooled where she had leaked into them, and when they combined with her body heat, they created a dank, swampy environment around her crotch. She was fine when they drove past a sign that read construction ends 2 miles. She was fine as they changed lanes, and she was fine as the car started to speed up. Slightly. But like the eye of a storm, it wasn’t over. her bladder struck. Its final battle plan enacted. It started as a pain in her back. Sharp, it forced Jessica to bend forward. Her hand firmly clutched her overworked genitals. She gasped, sucking air in. She shivered, feeling cold. If it wasn’t the pain, it was the shame of a familiar warm sensation that elicited a squeal from her lips. Jessica leaked. She stopped it. She leaked again, she stopped it. Despite her hunched over state and her strong grip on her crotch, she leaked again. She squealed. The leaks were becoming longer, more rapid. They slammed and struck her defenses again and again. There was nothing more she could do. “Eeee!” She squealed “It’s coming out…” Jessica was now the one wetting her pants. It started slow, and unlike Aubry’s wetting, it came in slow spurts. Jet after jet of hot pee ran into her panties and jeans “Oh no! Honey!” Her mother sympathetically called from the front “I…I told you I couldn’t hold it!” Jessica yelled. A stream of urine as it made its way from her snatch and into her pants. From the crotch of her dark jeans to halfway down her thigh, there was an obvious stain. Jessica was still holding herself as each consecutive spray of urine into her pants warmed her hand. She gripped herself harder, hoping to stop the slow moving flow. A small puddle emerged from between her legs. As it grew in size, it began to saturate and soak into the seat as much as it did her pants. Jessica could feel a large warm patch around the seat of her pants as her hot urine began to pool in her jeans. Her defenses shattered, Jessica hung her head in defeat. Her spurting, spraying jets of warm pee began a constant stream as she let it go. She accepted it. It was like a car wreck. As construction traffic began to die down, Aubry couldn’t help but watch her friend wet her pants. Intently, she put her hand on her friends thigh, slightly spreading her legs in curiosity. The small lake that had formed at the crotch of her dark jeans continued to inch forward. Despite the fact that Jessica was wearing pants, her stain didn’t appear to be any longer than Aubry’s, given that she was sitting down when it happened. Still, the pool of urine in her seat was crawling for the edge of the car seat. Laura heard the tapping sound. She knew what it was, but she wanted it to be anything but that. Looking in the rearview mirror, she could see Jessica’s seat dripping with fresh pee. It was pouring onto the ground. Her daughters legs shook as Aubry gave her a hug. Their fun day out had turned into a nightmare. Trying to add levity to the situation, Laura offered “Look honey, there’s the mall sign you hate so much. We’re almost home.” “Yeah! And we’re out of that construction traffic. You almost made it Jess!” Aubry chimed in “I…I told you I couldn’t hold it mom…I-I tried…” “I know honey. I know. I’m not mad. I just…I hope I can make it.” The tone of the conversation changed as Luara admitted just how bad her need was. It had been growing since the trio had left the ballgame, and after watching her daughter have an accident, it was even worse. Jessica couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t had an accident for as long as she could remember. Here she was now, with soaked, now cooling pants in the back of her moms car. She swallowed hard, and looked at her friend. At least Aubry knew what it was like. Only worse. Aubry had an audience. Jessica just had her friends and family watch. She was thankful, in a way. She gave her friend another platonic hug, one that remained for a while. Laura started driving with just one hand on the steering wheel and another jammed into her crotch. Needing just one foot for the pedals, her free leg also helped hold her now aching muff. Rather than just pressing against her pussy, her fingers were actively shoved against her labia, enough that Laura could feel the heat of her snatch against her fingers. As she dug in, she pushed her moist panties against her clit unintentionally, sending a wave of pleasure that temporarily overrode her desperation. Driving well over the speed limit, Laura took the back roads home, attempting to avoid any more delays the construction may have caused. Another wave of desperation. This the strongest yet. Unlike the others, Laura didn’t feel a strong push against her genitals at first. Like a storm rolling over the hills, it began with a slow build of pressure. Then a shiver. It ran up her spine and tickled her already swollen abdomen. It attempted to coax more out of her. As Laura countered in earnest, she squeezed harder. Not just with her bladder muscles, but her hand as well. Still, the her desperation soared, and pressed against her opening, forcing its way towards her panties. Laura sucked air through her teeth from the pain of holding on. She began to exhale rapidly, attempting to make the pain go away. She burned, a searing pain radiated from her pee-hole as she tried to keep it closed. Warmth. She leaked again. “Ahhh!” She began to shake, her muscles as tight as they could get She stopped it. Then it started again. The small patch on her jeans was growing, expanding to cover her most sensitive areas. Laura finally regained control. It hurt, she leaned forward in pain. The waistband of her jeans dug into her aggravated abdomen. She felt bloated, slow. Undoing the button of her jeans was the only thing that stopped the dread of losing control, for now. With her jeans unbuttoned, Laura could see the top of her panties. A small discolored patch was visible. It called to her, begging her to just let go. The other two already had. She denied herself. Laura looked back out the window. She saw landmarks she could recognize. Close to home. She was too desperate to do the math in her head of just how close. Laura was going to try and hold it. She had confidence in her ability to do so, she had done it before. The cold hand of fear gripped Laura’s heart. It was the only coolness in her body. Spanning the length of her like a web, it felt heavy in her head. A weightless feeling enraptured her arms. Her hand held the steering wheel, if only barely. Nearly every brain function was focused on preventing her bladder from relaxing. She took a breath in. Then out. Focusing on the basics, her will was the only thing keeping her semi-dry as the car sped along the back roads. Laura felt sweaty, clammy and moist, her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat which she wiped from her brow. She jittered her knees, unable to keep still. The small reprieve she had gotten from opening her yellow jeans was over. Her bladder swelled to fit the additional space quickly. The water and wine pushed again. Laura grew tense as she was stiff. Her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area, leaving her damp crotch exposed. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. Another cold shiver. Then a warm sensation in her panties. It was moist. Laura looked down. The small patch was now expanding. She was peeing her pants. She squealed, squeezing herself again with her hand, flapping her legs desperately, she nearly drove onto someone’s lawn. Moaning, squeaking, and squealing, she managed to get herself under control. If only barely. The inseam of her jeans were now dark, a contrasting color that told the world that Laura couldn’t control her bladder. “You can do it Mrs.F!” Aubry called from the back seat “Yeah mom! You can hold it! We believe in you!” Her daughter encouraged They were soaked, defeated. But neither friend wanted to drag down Laura with them. They’d help her anyway they could. The rest of the trip was a blur. Roads, stop signs, other traffic. It was all irrelevant as Laura sped down each neighborhood road. Finally, she reached her own. Her own driveway, and the ranch house built from bricks. It was non-descript, but it was hers. Laura opened her door. Standing, she felt lightheaded. Holding herself, she felt her bladder weigh her down. It felt like she was carrying 100 pounds on her back, and her abdomen was tight, nearly pulling on her torso. A massive force rammed against her defenses. “Ah! No! F-Ah! I can…Ah!” Laura grunted and groaned as two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened her yellow jeans. The driveway below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Laura’s jeans. They stopped as Laura used the last of her strength to hold on. She was wet down to her kneecaps. Unable to stand fully, she hinged her hips and held tightly onto her crotch, duck-walking to the front door. Jessica, her wet butt shining in the afternoon sun, darted for the door. She unlocked it, and Laura barged in. Luara couldn’t believe her luck. So close. The bathroom door was right on her left as she sprinted past the kitchen and dining room. Her hand both dug into her privates, her unbuttoned yellow jeans nearly falling off. She reached for the door. Locked. She jiggled the handle. Locked. This couldn’t be. Not when she was so close. “Oh my gosh Mom! One second, geez!” “Baby please! Please open this door right now! I’m about to pee myself, please!” Laura could feel herself dribbling into her already wet panties “You always do this! I literally just got out of the shower. Hang on.” There was no hanging on. Laura was at her wits end. Her legs were wrapped around each other like a vine. She looked over at her daughter and her friend, both of them in wet pants. Laura’s voice cracked as she stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. “Girls I-I’m sorry..” With that, she pulled her wet pants and panties down where she stood. Both her daughter and her friend could see everything. In a moment they saw a fat stream of piss shoot straight out of her snatch. With a force matched only by the stiffness of the hardwood floor, a loud splatter rang throughout the home. Akin to rainwater, the only difference was the hissing mature pussy of Jessica’s mom above the straight line of urine. Unlike the puddle that Aubry had left at the stadium, Laura’s was not inhibited by her pants. There was no place for her excess water to run to. It nearly all fell right from her and onto the floor. As it started to form an inch deep puddle at her feet, Laura could nearly feel it running under her shoes. Warm drips and droplets were running down the backs of her thighs, on full display for all in the room. Jessica had never seen her mother like this. She really didn’t want to again. She saw every detail that should have been private. She didn’t need to know that both her and her mother shave their privates, she didn’t need to know what color her panties were, and she certainly didn’t need to know that after two kids, her mother still looked as tight as she did. But now Jessica knew. As Laura felt her bladder finally deflating, relaxing, and the tension of holding it all in dissipate, the reality of what she was doing set in. She was angry, mad that she was being forced to create an impressive puddle all over the floor. She smacked the bathroom door, piss still flowing out of her pussy. “Do you have any idea what you’re making me do young lady? You are in big trouble!” “What? What do you mean?” Amanda unlocked the door, her mouth agape at the scene Her half nude mother had piss falling out of her snatch, her sister was wet at the crotch, and her friend had obviously had an accident. The front door was still open, and the puddle below told the rest of the story. Amanda could help but laugh “Oh my gosh you’re peeing! And you too! You seriously wet yourselves?” She was still laughing as her mother finished “Yeah, we did. And guess whose cleaning up this puddle?” Amanda stopped laughing “You can’t be serious.” “I am.” Her mother looked her dead in the eyes as she stopped peeing “And you know what?” She stepped out of her pants and kicked them off before balling up her wet panties “You get to do laundry.” “That’s not fair!” “Ugh. I need a shower.” Laura didn’t argue with Amanda and instead left her puddle and wet clothes on the ground before entering the bathroom. Aubry didn’t know what to make of the situation. She had all of these feelings inside, things that she had never felt before. She had never seen another woman like that. She had never seen her friend wet herself before. It was all very confusing. But in time, she’d figure it out. As Jessica turned to get her mothers things out of the car, she saw another vehicle pull into the driveway. “Uhhh….Aubry, your parents are here!” Not only would they have to explain themselves and the scene around them, but it was looking like it’d be awhile before Aubry would get to change. Worse still, she kind of had to pee again A/N: As stated above, feel free to write your own stories that fit the theme and publish them here. Any size is fine, and all genders are ok. Just don't violate Omorashi Org TOS. If you want to simply DM and idea you want me to write, that is ok as well. Though I do have limits and the right to say no

Here you can see my image edits and sometimes drawings involving my favorite fetishes, mainly omorashi/pee desperation themed pictures. First off, we have "Desperate Alejandra" Here's an older drawing of mine about Alejandra from Overwatch who is desperate to find a bathroom in her school. But unfortunately she didn't find one in time...

I make art but there mostly desperate couple. Give me ideas of What should I post on omorashi and youtube. Youtube = Censored Omorashi = Uncensored

Good morning/afternoon/evening everyone! I've got another new fiction here. This was written as part of my 2022 Omovember run (details here). This story is intended to take place after the end of the season 1 episode "Wing It Like Witches" (hence the title). _____________________ Amity Blight sat quietly on the couch, sipping her cup of tea. It wasn’t the best, but she expected that. This shabby shack known as the Owl House wasn’t going to have the same high-quality selection as her home manor. At least it was tolerable. Taste aside, Amity was enjoying herself. For the first time in many years, she was hanging out with people she actually liked, people who made her happy. This evening wasn’t without its awkwardness, however. It was still pretty weird being in the home of a wanted criminal, with a broken foot, sitting on a rugged old couch between her former best friend and the girl she secretly had a huge crush on. Because of this, Amity spent a lot of time silently gulping down cups of tea, trying to take in the moment, only speaking up when she had something important to add. Despite all of this, Amity didn’t feel like she was imposing. These people accepted her. They weren’t placing expectations on her. She was comfortable. Well, she was comfortable. Not anymore. Guzzling down so much tea had its consequences. Consequences Amity was now acutely aware of. The drinks were catching up to her. The witchling’s bladder was filling rapidly. What started out as a light tingle only minutes ago had evolved into a heavy pounding in her abdomen. Amity quietly scooted her legs together, unable to cross them due to the large cast on her right foot. She really wanted to go to the bathroom, but there were a few issues. First, she had no idea where the bathroom was. Second, she really didn’t want to mention needing the toilet around Luz. Third, Amity had always been shy about excusing herself to take care of such things, due in no small part to her mother’s persistent “etiquette” training. She and her siblings were taught never to mention such needs unless it was an absolute emergency. Even then, they were encouraged to silently hold it until whatever conversation or meeting they were in was over. But this wasn’t a formal party. Amity didn’t need to worry about being so proper. She just needed to wait for a break in the conversation. Unfortunately, there was no such break. Everyone kept talking. Right now, Eda was in the middle of some long-winded story about her younger days, and it didn’t seem like she was going to finish any time soon. Amity began to restlessly fidget with the hem of her skirt. She badly wanted to hold herself, but what kind of impression would that give? This was her first time spending time with these people. She didn’t want to look like some child who couldn’t control her bladder. She set her empty cup on the table. She struggled to remember how many she had drank. Four? Five? However many, it had been a mistake. Luz picked up the tea pot and motioned to Amity’s cup, asking if she wanted another. The green haired girl placed her hand over her cup and shook her head. The mere thought of pouring liquid sent a chill down her spine. She didn’t want to consider adding any more to her system. Amity gripped her tights nervously. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Everything alright?” Luz asked. Amity froze. Was she being that obvious? Her cheeks blushed. For a brief moment, a war broke out in the witch’s mind between her dignity and her need for relief. A painful spasm from her bladder decided that fight. “Um… Miss Eda?” Amity mumbled, staring at the floor, “Where is your… um… bathroom?” “What was that?” Eda asked loudly. Amity cleared her throat. “Where is…” “Seriously, speak up, baby Blight!” The Owl Lady interrupted. Amity shivered as she was assailed by another wave of desperation. “Where’s the bathroom?” She shouted. The momentary silence felt like a lifetime. Amity’s whole face went red. Had she just embarrassed herself in front of everyone? “Oh.” Eda responded calmly, “Yeah, it’s up… stairs…” She trailed off, a look of realization crossing her face. “Upstairs?” Amity gulped. With her injured leg, stairs were a real obstacle for the young witch. She could manage it, but it would take some time, and time was something she didn’t have. “Do you need someone to carry you?” Luz asked. Amity’s eyes shot wide open. Her breath caught in her throat. It was bad enough to be carried to the infirmary earlier. Getting carried to the bathroom? No, no way. “You know what?” Amity said, “I could probably just summon an abomination to help me… Haha… Yeah… That should work.” She lifted a shaky hand and drew a circle in the air. An unstable circle of magic floated there briefly before shattering uselessly. Between her extreme nervousness and her extreme desperation, the young witch was having a hard time concentrating. Any kind of magic would be next to impossible in this state. Eda laughed into her tea cup. “Looks like someone’s in trouble.” She snorted, “Just accept the help, Blight, before you ruin my couch.” “I… uh… w-well…” The green haired witch stuttered. She looked nervously around the room. Surely, she had to have another choice besides Luz. She didn’t want to think about the human carrying her in this state, standing outside the bathroom, overhearing as she… Amity shuddered. One by one, she evaluated the others in the room. Eda wasn’t in any rush to help and she wasn’t exactly reliable. Gus was small, it would be really awkward for him to support her. Not to mention getting help from a boy in this matter would be almost as embarrassing as getting help from Luz. Amity turned to Willow with pleading eyes. The plant track witch looked away and rubbed the side of her head, “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that…” An obnoxious, high pitched voice cut through the air as the door flew open. “I could carry her~~~” Hooty said. His strange, worm-like body stretched in front of the couch. Amity recoiled in disgust. “Not even if I were literally dieing.” She said, harshly. The bird tube huffed and slithered back outside, slamming the door behind him. Amity hated this. She really hated this. It looked like Luz was her only option. ‘This is fine.’ Amity reasoned to herself, ‘She’s just helping you up the stairs. It’s not like she’s going to come into the bathroom with you. Not like she’s going to watch you as you…’ She couldn’t even finish the thought. Amity’s mind went completely blank. “Oh, man, is it really that bad?” Luz shouted, bringing Amity back to reality. “W-what?” Amity bolted upright in shock. She squeezed her legs tightly together as she felt her control slipping. “Your face is all red.” Luz explained. “Oh. N-no, it’s fine…” Amity stumbled over her words, “I mean, yeah, I need to go, but it’s not, like, an emergency or anything, you know! Haha. It’s not like I’m worried about losing control. I mean, yeah, it would still be good to go now. Just, you know, because…” Amity trailed off. Everyone was staring at her. “Yeah, let’s go…” She muttered. Luz jumped up from the couch and grabbed Amity’s crutches off the floor. She handed them to Amity as the witch lifted herself up. Amity leaned against her crutch for a second, taking deep breaths. Standing up made her realize just how full she really was. It felt like there was a grudgby ball in her stomach. Once she regained her composure, Amity began to awkwardly hobble to the stairway with Luz following behind. Luz draped Amity’s arm over her shoulders to help lift her off the injured foot. Amity tried not to think about how close they were right now. Luz felt so warm. Her shoulders were so soft. This would be a wonderful moment if it weren’t for the immense burden in Amity’s stomach. Shakily, Amity grabbed the railing nearest her. Luz tucked the crutch under her arm between the two. They began their slow ascent, one step at a time. Halfway up the stairs, another wave crashed into Amity’s bladder. She inhaled sharply and leaned over. Her bad leg twisted in front of her good one in a frantic fight to maintain control. During this struggle, the crutch slipped from between the girls and loudly clattered down the steps. “Are you ok?” Luz asked. “Y-yeah…” Amity lied, “Just… a little winded.” “Do you want me to grab that?” Luz gestured toward the crutch. Amity looked back. It had fallen all the way down to the first floor. She quietly whimpered at the thought of another delay. “L-let’s just keep going.” She concluded. After several agonizing minutes, the duo reached the landing. Amity leaned against the wall to catch her breath. “Ok, it’s just down this hall.” Luz pointed. Sure enough, just a short distance away was a door with a girls’ bathroom sign and a hastily scrawled note that read “And King”. Amity was so close. Relief was in sight. Just a little further. Realization struck her. How was she going to do this without her crutches? Luz could help her down the hall, but what about inside the bathroom? This thought caused the green haired witch to stumble. She nearly fell face-first to the floor, but Luz managed to catch her. This last jolt threw Amity to the brink. She trembled while Luz helped her stand up. Amity could feel the entire contents of her bladder trying to spill out. It felt like it was right at the edge of her pee hole. The slightest touch could send her over the edge. Pride was out the window at this point. Amity squirmed and thrust both hands between her legs. “Th-This is bad…” She muttered to herself. “Oh my gosh!” Luz shouted, “Don’t worry, I got you!” Before the witchling could say another word, she was swept off her feet. It took a second to realize what was going on. Luz had just picked her up. Amity couldn’t manage anything other than a startled squeak. She was overwhelmed by a mix of intense sensations. The human’s arms, her shirt, the motion, her own overwhelmed bladder… The one thought in Amity’s mind was that she absolutely could not afford to lose control now. If she did, it wouldn’t just be her clothes getting ruined. Her pee would get on Luz, the girl she admired so intensely. It wasn’t just her dignity on the line anymore, it was her entire social- and possibly romantic- future. Amity twisted her legs together. Every step jostled the sea inside her. It felt like her bladder was about to pop. “Ok…” Luz started awkwardly, “Now, can you help me get the door open?” Slowly, Amity slid one hand from between her thighs. She shakily reached outward. The door violently burst open. “HOOT! Door owl Hooty, at your service!” The house demon shouted, exploding through the door. Luz let out a startled yelp and fell back. Amity threw her arms out to catch herself. She hit the ground hard. That was the last straw. The delicate control Amity had fought so desperately to maintain was broken. Her pee began to leak out. It started as a slight dribble and rapidly picked up in intensity until it was a full-blown torrent. The witch clenched her thighs and grabbed herself with one hand, but it was too late. She had held too much for too long, her body had given up. Amity went limp and stared at the ceiling. Her tights grew warm, starting at her lap and spreading outward in all directions. The urine flowed freely out of her. Most of it spread down her legs and around her hips, some pooled on her stomach, wetting the bottom of her school shirt. The fabric of her tights provided little resistance as the liquids cascaded down her legs and onto the floor. The witchling laid there in stunned silence. The world stood still. She couldn’t see, hear, or feel anything except the river constantly flowing out of her. She wasn’t sure how long it was before she stopped. A minute? An hour? A year? She wasn’t even exactly sure she had finished until the once warm fluids started to grow cold. Amity shifted in place. Something felt off. The floor was uneven. It was also softer than she expected. Her eyes went wide, her face was burning. ‘No! No no no!’ Her thoughts raced. Amity dared to glance over to her side. There, in the corner of her vision, was the unmistakable tan skin of Luz the human. Underneath her. Amity’s breath caught in her throat. Her whole body went cold. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Not only had she just wet her pants, she just peed on top of her crush! That was it! It was all over. There was no way to recover from this. Luz would hate her. Everyone would laugh at her. She would never be able to show her face again. Amity would live the rest of her life as a recluse. ‘Titan, kill me now.’ She thought, then lay back and waited for the world to end. “...ity! Amity!” Something broke through the haze. A voice. Someone was talking. Was it an angel? Was she dead? The answer was yes for one of those questions. But Amity was still alive. Amity opened her eyes. Luz’s face filled her vision. She didn’t look angry. She looked scared, concerned even. “Amity! Are you ok?” She asked, frantically, “You didn’t hit your head did you?” Physically, Amity was ok. Mentally? Emotionally? Not so much. The witchling sat up, freeing the human under her. “No… I’m ok…” She answered, grimly. Luz sighed in relief, “Good, listen…” Amity didn’t want to listen. She wanted to fix this. She didn’t want to lose the one good thing to happen to her in years. Amity buried her head against her knees. Both girls spoke at the same time. “I’m sorry!” There was silence. They stared at each other. “Why are you sorry?” Amity managed to ask. “I didn’t mean to drop you! I just got so startled and my foot slipped and…” “It’s ok.” Amity interrupted, “It wasn’t your fault. It was that weird bird… tube… thing.” Luz helped the young witch to her feet. While she stood, Amity caught a glimpse of Luz’s clothes. Her school uniform was wet. The skirt and shirt glistened, her multi-colored tights were darkened. “Why are you sorry?” Luz asked. “Because I… did this…” Amity gestured to her damp clothes, “And I got my… you know… on you.” “Amity, it’s fine.” Luz reassured, placing a hand on Amity’s shoulder, “It wasn’t your fault. If I hadn’t dropped you, none of this would have happened.” Amity looked up. Luz’s face was so genuine. She had a slight smile. She was so beautiful. “So, you’re not… mad?” The witchling asked. “Why would I be? It was an accident. We all have them.” “And you’re not… grossed out?” Luz shrugged, “Eh. This is the Boiling Isles. When it comes to gross bodily fluids I’ve been covered in, this doesn’t even crack the top ten.” Amity giggled. “There’s a smile!” Luz cheered. “Now.” She continued, “Let’s get you cleaned up. I think I have some spare clothes that will fit you.” Amity blushed. Borrowing? Luz’s clothes? She was dumbstruck. She stayed silent as Luz helped her to the shower. Before Luz left the room, Amity spoke up. “What about the… um… puddle?” “Don’t worry about that. I can take care of it. Just focus on you right now.” Luz shut the door behind her, leaving Amity alone, sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at the wall. How could this human be so nice to her? After taking a minute to collect herself, Amity took off her dirty clothes and set them on the counter. She hauled herself into the shower, leaning unsteadily against the wall. While the warm water cascaded over her, there was a knock at the door. Before Amity could say anything, the door creaked open. Even though the shower curtain was drawn, Amity gasped and covered herself with her arms. “Alright, I brought you some fresh clothes. Sorry there’s not much of a selection, but they should do for now.” It was Luz. She had just barged in. For some reason, this made Amity’s heart flutter. “I also brought your crutches and a bag for your wet clothes. Let me know if you need anything else.” Amity had trouble finding her voice. She only managed to croak out a feeble “Thanks.” “And try not to take too long. I don’t want to rush you, but Willow’s getting squirmy.” Luz added before closing the door. Amity buried her face in her hands. Tears welled up in her eyes. This human was too perfect. Once she regained her composure, Amity quickly cleaned herself off and stepped out of the shower. There was a pair of jeans and a purple and white striped shirt messily folded on the counter. They were a little loose on her, but fit well enough. She shoved her soiled uniform into the bag. When she opened the door, Amity saw that the puddle she left earlier was gone. Without the burden of a bursting bladder, Amity was able to manage getting down the stairs on her own. Everyone was still waiting in the living room. Luz had changed into her pajamas. Amity felt like she should say something. She cleared her throat and rubbed the back of her neck. “Sorry, everyone. I guess I pushed myself too far. Listen, can you please not tell anyone about what happened? I didn’t mean to…” She was interrupted by Eda’s raucous laughter. “Are you kidding? This is prime blackmail material. No way I’m giving that away for free.” Willow stood up and placed a hand on Amity’s shoulder. “It’s not the first embarrassing story between us.” She said, “You’re fine, Blight. For now.” While that ominous statement hung in the air, Willow took off hurriedly up the stairs. “Gossip isn’t really my thing.” Gus said with a shrug, “My lips are sealed.” The door opened and Hooty stretched his worm-like body around Amity’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’ll never tell~~~” His voice grated on Amity’s ears. “All your secrets and embarrassing stories are safe with me. Like how I didn’t tell anyone Luz wet the bed last week.” “Hooty!” Luz shouted, throwing a pillow at the house demon. He retracted back out of the room. “Don’t worry, Amity.” Luz said, her tone softening, “You’re one of us now. We don’t hurt each other like that.” Amity blushed and a wide smile crossed her face. “Well, I should probably get home. I’ve got some… laundry to do…” Everyone said their goodbyes and Amity left. On the way home, she felt strangely… light. Despite the horrifying accident, Amity was happy. These new friends were definitely the right choice.

Hi! It is currently 6:00 were I live and I am going to try and hold it until one you gives me permission to pee. I just drank a big cup and coffee and a big cup of water. I am waiting for it to kick in. I will post updates when I feel like I need to or every ten minutes. 6:14- starting to feel a little bit of an urge. About a 3 6:24- starting to get worse about a 5 I really want to masturbate, but I am gonna wait until I get more desperate. Gonna watch some porn 6:32- about to start masturbating! My desperation is about a 6 6:36- I am about to pee myself from masturbating. It felt good, but I couldn’t last that long. My bladder is so full I just wanna release it so badly. Someone please let me 6:46- I peed a leak I am gonna drink half the amount of water I leaked….. I peed myself

Ok, this is a transcript I wrote for a buddy of mine so is 100% true but it has bad language, so you have been warned 🙂. I have added a bit more description around the actual accident that my buddy didnt need to know about.. here goes . The Hilton Hawiian Village is really very nice, its got several towers, pools, the best lagoon on Waikiki beach, and natural looking water features everywhere. Even the Chapel has waterfalls coming out from under it into a fish pool below, for Jesus sake I'm sure. He could feed the 5000 from the fishes around the village. Without leaving the Village we tried Japanese (great sashimi), Italian (wonderful), 5 star (had to book days ahead but was worth it), one of the pool bars, and our favourite, the beachside Tropics Bar... all fabulous. The Honolulu signature dish is a raw fish bowl of goodness called Ahi Poke (pronounced "Ahh Hi Pokey"). And I was into that like the homeless at a KFC left over special. A bit like a Sashimi Donburi only better. Love it... and it loves me So I thought. I consumed it with hot sauces and copious amounts of craft beers (some really good ones, and I'm an expert because I tried most of them lol)... The infamous night in question we went back to our fav the Tropics Bar as we were getting a great run of luck sitting outside over looking the beach and looking over the sea and the beach goers of all shapes and sizes and states of undress walking past. Having had a good Pokey at lunch I decided to branch out for dinner and get a good ol USA steak. You know the type, they say rib eye but its the size of a Smart car and comes coated in their home made Bbq sauce which other than the smokey element and spices, has been coated in honey then soaked in sugar and has everything except free insulin shots. And mash, yummy mash, I could marinate in it, but it'd take a while to clean it out of all my crevices Anyway, it was yummy, but needed hot sauce of course, I dont do excess sugary fuckery, so tried to scrape off as much sugary crap as I could... but what was left was sadly quite tasty and splurged some real hot sauce on it... thats the way. And beer. Lots of beer. Keep em coming, by the 22oz glass. Was a delicious meal. Left half the Smart car on the plate as I'm not a pucking fig, but we both left satisfied, almost needed a cigarette. Wifey had something else and ate far less. Bless her. My new wifey wanted to walk down the beach a ways. And I never turn down those requests, because on a bad day her nerve damage in her lower vertibrae can mean dawdling along in shuffles and rest stops every 50m to allow the feeling to come back into her legs... otherwise she will fall. She needs to hold onto me for support when she goes numb... So tonight is a good night and we decide to walk off dinner. We get about 400m down the beach, its beautiful, and everything from neon lit shangai rockets to talking tropical parrots along the way... and I need to fart. Nothing wrong with a good fart in public if you can squeeze the nozzle just before exit to slow it down, then relax quickly to let it out at half mast, with all the smell but none of the sound.... crop dusting. It leaves people confused as they heard nothing, but their nose has been assaulted... Just ask them if they can smell pop corn. We've turned around and heading back when I started to understand that the first fart was just a front runner for a train, with wagons. Harmless at first but the cluster of crop dusting soon sent a smoke signal upstairs that all was not completely on the up and up, and there could be a full on fertiliser drop if I dilly dally. Cue for the tummy to send a cramp, starting high but with all the signs it was heading south for the winter solice and I was too far north for imminent salvation. I said to my new wifey (on our 3rd day of honeymoon), "honey, my tummy is not right and I need to head back for a dump... Oh... as in right now!" She is a good girl and sent me on my way so I scurried off... well more shuffled, because the cramps were suddenly full on and if I were in an Uber right then I'd have sucked the seat fabric right up my ass crack. I had a vacuum on that pucker and squeezing my pootlet for all I was worth. I get to our hotel and wait for the elevator in silent prayer, dial level 25 and... sigh, I am joined by a lovely lady who has no idea of the hurry I am in. I smile and she smiles back and we exchange pleasantries while I am screaming inside to not shit myself in the elevator and in front of this innocent lady. "Self do not shit in front of this lady. Do not shit. Do not shit." The elevator arrives after 6 months of torment and agony and I am on the home run... the most dangerous and heroic stage short of the last few feet. I harness the power of Arnold the Terminator in my asshole and defy it to waiver, pucker or even quiver, the door is right there, swipe the fucking card already... fuck fuck got this got this Into the room for the pennultimate challenge, the final 8 foot dash from the room door to the pan... offloading phone and unnecessary crap in my hands, screaming silently "Do not shit Do not shit Do not shit!!!" 6 feet, then Shit shit shit, there's a slow motion mud slide that is now underway. Its as warm as an embrace between Oprah Winfreys breasts but far less welcome, and its not stopping... 4 foot to go....mid mudslide and I have to turn around to drop my jeans while seriously pooping and the warm bulge in my underwear starts swelling... Past the point of no return the mudslide just hurtles out like the demon in my ass has released a beast. I rip my jeans off just in time to save them being stained, thank God for good undies.... but my undies are sagging under a pallet load of half digested Ahi Poke, unidentified nastiness, and sea weed. Resigned I sit defeated and finish with a final satisfying push as a peegasmic pee begins to gush through my boxers as my forgotten full bladder completely released. It was momentary bliss, a wonderful embrace of hot bulging mass and wee... followed by panic.. wifey is due back in the door any moment. What the fuck am I going to say to my new wife when she walks in... and wtf am I going to do with this slush monster in my undies? Being a smart man I notice on my left is a hand basin. And on my right is a bath. All I need to do is stand up gingerly, close the door so my new wife does not walk into a full on eye and nozzle assault, with resulting trauma and mental illness. So I carefully drop my undies. My plan is to carefully pick them up and empty the worst into the pan, then into drop into the bath to rinse the worst off the boxers. Not a bad plan.... a fucking disgusting one, but waiting for wifey to burst in any moment with the toilet door wide open for a view into hell and its putreessence.... so in my defence it was the best plan I could come up with. So here goes, I carefully stand. Shit drops out both sides of my undies as I try to lower them, both sides going SPLAT.... flicking poo everywhere. As I reach forward to close the door, there is shit splattered over the floor, up the bath wall and its really turning bad.... Quickly I react (read panic, the plan going out of mind into sheer terror) flinging this disgusting slingshot of undies and shit into the nearest receptical... the hand basin. More poop flickering as it flew into the basin, I think I noticed a fleck of seaweed on my wifes toothbrush... oh dear, that'll flick off. I sit back down on the throne to think about what I had done and assess the damage. There was shit all over the floor. The toilet looked like a blocked Cuban public shitter that had just serviced a busload with cramps, the hand basin was nasty along with flickerings across the bathroom counter top. To make it even better, apparently in my haste to eliminate the shit from my undies I had also flicked a generous helping over into the bath as well. I must have been flapping like a seagull Fuck fuck fuck.... ok I got this.... I start to tidy up. Toilet first, no problem, the hand basin next... with my undies sitting in there.... run the water start the process then bingo.... The hand basin stops draining, fills to overflowing and is solid brown, with floaties, some Poke and more seaweed.... I stop the taps... the water is browner than the Ganges after a national feast and completely static. No drainage at all... Fuck fuck fuck Try the bath, run the taps, get rid of that bad curry looking shit.... same thing.... Ok, don't panic, all good, I keep water running and give it a good stir.... I'm fucking marinating in this putrid nuclear waste desperately trying to get some order in before... My wife arrives. She sees the closed bathroom door. " Hi honey, are you ok?" "Yes.... but not really" was the best I could come up with. Fast track forward, I get the toilet clean and the floor. Yay. I clean myself. Yay... but that filled the bath more and now its's 150mm deep and very brown... with floaties. The hand basin is the same. Its like a brown curry nightmare My new wife, bless her heart decides she can help and walks in... Immediately she is smacked in the face with a poop bat. Then she sees her toothbrush towering over a bowl of fresh poop water, and a bathtub full of the worst that humanity can do in it. She retires to the safety of the bed, in trauma, but rescues her toothbrush. I head down to the store and buy alcohol and hydrogen peroxide and sterilise the toilet and floor and counter... but the basin and bath are swimming pools for dung beetles and smaller flora. I try my hand at being a plunger, using my hand... mutliple times... stirred up chunks but no luck....my hands stink We could not call room maintenance into this halocaust... imagine the fee and the lasting impression. We slept on it and I got up first thing and ran (literally my 1st run since surgery) to Walmart and got Plunger Drain X And bleach An hour later I had it fixed and sterile.... yay. Until we had a shower and the bath re blocked... more plunging, more chunks and seaweed. The basin reblocked, more plunging but we got it working. The bath we got clear, blocked but no more brown, so THEN 24 hours later we called room maintence and they fixed it while we went out for dinner.... poor bastards, but no fee.... Trauma. So "Bazman" what did you get up to on your honeymoon? "I shat myself and blocked both the bath/shower and handbasin in a literal complete cluster shitfuck... and my honey walked in on it" At least she still loves me. Not a story for my kids lol

Hello dear user, I'm looking for a video where a naked woman with black hair is tied to a chair. She is sitting on a laptop and she is not allowed to pee on it. I've been looking for it everywhere but I can't seem to find it anymore. I don't know her name either. Thank you in advance.

Hi! After half of the day holding and drinking a lot, I decided to challenge myself and sit on a chair, hands and ankles attached with handcuffs and hold as much as possible while desperate... No need to explain that after 20 minutes of pure torture and a few leaks, I completely wet myself... The relief felt so good... I love experimenting move restrictions.. Definitely gonna do it more.. mhm.. Enjoy :) 20230925_230206.mp4

Hallo everyone, I'd like to tell you something about my new girlfriend. Be warned, it'll be much and I will take my time to tell the story. And a content note: I will talk about sex quite explicitly. Some things about me - I have been quite open about my piss-fetish and about loving to piss myself towards my girlfriends (as I have told in this thread some time ago: I have been single for quite some time and the girl I met in 2019 was the last one to judge me for this. The girl I met in 2021 was happily pissing her pants for me and even started pissing herself when she was alone, enjoying the feeling, making her horny and giving her better orgasms (as she told me). Sadly we broke up late in 2021 and I was alone again. At least until I met my actual girlfriend early this year. And since I didn't want to hold anything back about myself I told her after some days of dating. I made it gradually. I began with me liking to pee my pants and seeing girls pee their pants. My love of pooping my pants came some weeks later and when I finally confessed she told me she was not surprised and thought so. I must add, that she is some really shy girl and the innocence in person. Really, I mean this. She even could not easily talk about sex at all. So this was quite a way for her to go. But she was open and did not judge me at all. At first she told me, it was totally okay for her that I like wetting myself - it's just that she will never be indulged in this. Well, she changed her mind. And I'd like to tell you, how this happened and where we are now. 😄 And I promise you that every bit of this is true! ❤️ Chapter 1 - "I... um... tried it." A few weeks into our relationship she had a friend visiting her. They talked and drank some wine. I don't know what topics they had, but later that evening there was a message on my phone, just with the words "I... um... tried it." First I was not sure what she was talking about. Her statement, that she would never do this herself was still very present (and totally okay for me, of course). I asked her what she meant and then she called me. She was a little tipsy and laughing much and finally admit, that she felt the urge to go, when her friend left and suddenly felt a little daring. So she tried what happens when she just let go of the pressure. And she immediately pissed into her jeans standing at her door. She tried to stop, hurried to the basement (where the washing machine is located), but just could not hold it. She totally wet herself on her way downstairs and was now standing there in front of her washing machine with totally soaked jeans, socks and shoes. She threw everything into the washing machine and mopped her trail dry when she texted me. Now she was sitting in her living room and could not really grasp what she had just done. She noticed however how thrilled I was just hearing this. I wanted to know what it felt like for her and what caused her change of mind. She told me it felt interesting, naughty and somehow good and she always thought about this and noticed that she was curious. So she decided to try it herself some day. And this day was today. Chapter 2 - "Let's try this" A few weeks later we were at her place and she had a party with some friends. After everyone was gone we tidied up as good as we could since we were both a little tipsy. We ended up making out on her couch - she sitting on top of me. Suddenly she stopped midway and said "I'm sorry, I don't want to get up. I don't want to stop kissing you. But I really, really have to go." My mischievous side took over and I just replied, that she knew I would not mind at all if she just stayed were she was, whatever happened. At first she seemed not to understand, but then it dawned on her. Whether I was serious, she wanted to know. And I told her I was dead serious. As long as she didn't stop kissing me, she could totally just let go on my lap. She thought about this while still kissing and eventually said she would try. And she really tried, but she could not overcome her body, who didn't allow her to piss herself. In the meantime, I needed to pee pretty bad as well and after some time I told her. "Go on, baby, just piss yourself then, I don't mind." she told me. But then it was my turn to have doubts. Because I didn't want to ruin her couch. So we finally admitted defeat. But instead of going to the toilet she grabbed me and took me into the garden, where she placed me on one of her garden chairs and herself on top. I asked her whether she was sure and she just told me to shut up, she had to concentrate. I told her, I would probably not last much longer anyways and she said it might help her if I went first. We kissed passionately and I dared to piss my pants sitting beneath this gorgeos girl. And hell did I go. It was so much and I decided to go for it. I just let go and pissed all there was in one long stream. My jeans were soaked within seconds and it dripped loudly onto the grass under the chair. I drenched her sexy dress completely and she felt the wetness. But she was not taken aback, but kissed me even more intense. And after some minutes I felt it. It became warm again in my crotch. She had buried her face on my throat, breathed heavily and forcefully emptied her bladder through her really hot party dress into my jeans. My god, that was wild. Shortly after she was finished I took her inside (I didn't bother to wait for her, I just grabbed her and she willingly flung her arms around my shoulder and her legs around my waist), carried her inside, and while we undressed we fell onto her couch and had really hot, wild and intense sex. That was the first taste she gave me of what would come. ❤️ Chapter 3 - "The cocktail evening" On some occasion I told her I totally love seeing girls wet their overalls. Overalls always had something special for me. Partly, because it's denim. I love denim getting peed into. But partly it's also, because overalls are somewhat impractical. You can't just pull them down and squat when you have to go. And so she started wearing overalls every now and then. And she looks really, really sexy in these. We had one of these evenings, a friend of mine and her boyfriend were invited and we ordered a cocktail taxi to my place. My girlfriend was wearing her overalls this day and we were sitting in my garden, drinking cocktails, talking, laughing. Time went by, the sun set and after some hours my friend and her boyfriend said goodbye. My girlfriend and me kept sitting in the garden for a while longer. We eventually moved to my "hollywood"-swing, me sitting in the middle and she sitting in my lap facing me. I did not think of anything (I normally don't dare to hope for something special) and I was a little surprised when she whispered in my ear that she has to pee really badly. "Would you mind if I go now?" she asked me while kissing gently. "I would mind if you leave me now." "So you would not mind if I just let if go here?" "No baby, you may always wet yourself in my lap." "Okay. Thank you" she whispered while kissing my cheeks. And only some seconds later it became warm between my legs. Warm and wet. And lovely. She smiled at me. "There's a lot more, I'm sorry." and she again buried her face on my throat her arms around my shoulder and then she totally opened the floodgates and pissed herself sitting in my lap completely. I didn't even ask this time and just let go myself, pissing myself as well, feeling the pee soak around us, soak into the cushion of the swing, dropping audibly onto the floor beneath us after a moment. We sat there for some time, hugging deeply, savouring the moment of intimacy and naughtyness. But I was rock hard and I wanted her so badly I could not wait any longer. She noticed while sensously moving her wet pelvis in my lap and asked me whether I'd like to go inside. Again I carried her inside. Before falling onto my couch I had to admire the view. I just love pissed overalls and she looked so perfect, so tempting. I undressed her gently, noticing how dripping wet she was. Her legs were glistening with wetness and she smelled of pee, but in a sensous, thrilling way. Normally I would put some towels onto the couch to prevent any damage but this time I didn't bother at all. I undressed in top speed and threw both of us onto my couch. But instead of going down on her I decided I wanted to taste her. And to her surprise I did not enter her but started kissing her legs on the inside, thourougly enjoying the sexy scent. And then I kissed her dripping wet pussy, licked her and after really REALLY liking the taste I started eating her out like I had never done before. God, she tasted so blissfully hot, I liked the feeling of her wet, lightly cold skin, loved the way she moved, being surprised and ecstatic at the same time. It didn't take long for her to scream herself away in an earth shattering orgasm, after which she pulled me towards her and made it very clear that she wanted to be fucked right now! And I did. To be continued... 🙂 Chapter 4 - "The Beach" Chapter 5 - "The wet seat" Chapter 6 - "Breakfast surprise"

https://thisvid.com/playlist/146870/video/pissing-her-suit-pants-at-work/ This video shows a woman wetting her pant suit in desperation. Could someone rip the video? Thank you. 🙂

(Pre negotiated play, health risks known, all parties consenting) Yesterday I (26ftm, dom) forced my partner (27m, sub) to hold for me. I plied him with drinks and tea all afternoon, and by dinner time he was squirming and grabbing his crotch. We have a dynamic where I will regularly use his cock to get me off. I really enjoy being fucked, and being on HRT makes me constantly horny. So I decided now would be a really good time to use my toy.... I took him into the bathroom and made him lay in our large bath. I got out the lube and stroked his cock until he was hard enough to fuck me betore climbing on top to ride him. He tried to stop me for a moment and politely asked for a bathroom break, which i declined 'I'll be quick pup, you can hold it I'm sure' He whimpered every time I rolled my hips forward as it put more pressure on his bladder. I could feel that he was not very hard anymore, the need to release his bladder clearly now outweighing his desire to cum. I knew I wouldn't last long, but I could tell I wouldn't have to - he was about to lose control. He froze, crying out, and his eyes shot open in pleasure. At that moment I felt that really specific pressure (if you've ever been pissed in you'll know it.... 🤤) of him filling me with his desperate piss. He gasped and moaned, and apologised. 'I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I can't hold it, I'm sorry, I'm peeing' I felt the hot desperate piss flowing over me, it felt incredible, and chastised him 'I'm close puppy, couldn't you just hold a minute longer, fuck' I wasn't lying though - the feeling was incredible and I was about to cum. He moaned again and said he couldn't stop, and that combined with the ripples of his piss against my tdick were too much and I came hard on his cock as he lost control. After I came he kept going for at least another 20 seconds. I'd never known him to go so much. He was panting now, and rolling his hips up into mine - it clearly felt really good. 'That's my good boy, let it all out, empty that poor bladder for me' A few seconds later he stopped, gasping, and I began to ride him. I told him now he was going to cum for me too. And it didn't take long, he always comes so hard after a hold. About 10 minutes later in the shower, he was suddenly grabbing at me and begging to pee again. I said yes, and he collapsed against me and let out what must have been at least another 500ml. He gasped and moaned, apologising, saying it wouldn't all come out before. I praised him for holding so much for me and said we really needed to measure again soon.... So that was my night last night 😇

View File Pink Drip - Desperation Pee and Humiliation Goth girl pees herself which is followed by a JOI, Contains nudity and JOI Submitter Hio Submitted 09/09/2023 Category Female  

Good to be back to padding after almost 2 months hiatus! This evening, I made the absolute most of a grocery store brand pull up. Held all during my work day, came home, padded up, and continued filling my bladder until it was unbearable. Thank God for that pull up because I dribbled a ton! After soaking it and enjoying it leaking from both leg holes, I added a typical tape up diaper on top and returned to my previous activities until another need came calling. And can I just say...wow! Having a messy moment after months of restraint is an indescribable feeling. I needed to go so badly--i had been waiting well over 24 hrs, the need was immense. The diaper/pull up combo just continued bulging and sagging and I just kept on going. A thoroughly impressive load.

Shizuku 9, Shawnie 3. Hollister jeans, red skate tee, pink hoodie. Legend level. Yeah I got fucking soaked again. Shizuku was all like "no" and nothing worked. 12 canipees and 12 fuck yous. 6 challenge sessions, 8 challenges, 3 refused, 5 done. Legas apart 4 minutes, went OK, 3 minutes off. Touch toes 5 second at a time for 8 minutes, pretty fucking hard, couple squirts. 3 minutes off. warm water down pants, fuck no on that one. fill cup slowly, whatever easy, 3 minutes off. squirt one second, wett spot, 2 minutes off. legs apart stretch 5 times. not too bad. 3 minutes off. ice cubes down pants, fuck no. touch toes 5 second for 8 minutes fuck no cause i woulda pissed bad. Totals so far. 11 sunday mornings, 12 on legend level. 9 fucking soaked endings, 2 damp but winning endings, 1 totally dry ending, 100 fuck yous and 3 yesses from Shizuku. 45 challenge sessions, 56 challenges, 12 rejected, 43 done.

i was at a work conference all day and decided to do a hold after lunch. i had 4 glasses of iced tea and 3 bottles of water. the last meeting ran late and i was starting to worry that i wouldn't make the drive home. by the time i got to my car to leave i had been holding for almost 5 hours and my bladder was begging for release for the last hour of the meeting. there was construction on my street so the road was full of bumps and potholes. i had my hand shoved in my crotch the entire ride home. i seriously was about to burst. i barely made it to the tub before i started leaking. i struggled to hold on for 5 more minutes, dribbling little by little until my bladder gave out and i had an accident and soaked myself. please considering supporting me by getting the full video here 🫶 https://www.manyvids.com/Video/5011021/wetting-gray-slacks-after-holding-for-hours/ slacks teaser.mp4

So here is a fun thing to do as we go into the new year. This is for those of us who experience for real bedwetting incidents, AKA we are true bedwetters. I love all my OMO friends but please let's keep this post for those of us who for real still deal with accidental bedwetting. So we are day one as of this post into 2023..... Question is, who is still dry, who has wet the bed in the new year? Ways to post: 1. Post that you have not wet the bed (for real) yet in 2023. You can post as often as you want, but upon your first wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day that you are no longer dry in 2023. Or 2. Upon your first for real wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day (or indicate the relative date of your wetting if past the actually date after) that you are no longer dry in 2023. Let's see who wets first and who stays dry the longest in 2023. (AGAIN LETS KEEP THIS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO STILL EXPERIENCE BEDWETTING. YOU DRY BED PEOPLE CAN GO ALL YEAR AND NOT HAVE A GENUINE BEDWETTING ACCIDNET.... DON'T BRAG NOW 😆)

Monday; 07.00 At 07.00 on the dot my alarm blared loudly, sounding the beginning of my day. The bed was warm and inviting and had I had a free day I almost certainly would have stayed there another few hours at least. Groggily, and against my better judgment, I got up and embraced the chilly morning. I opened the door to the balcony and took in a breath of crisp morning air, a tried and tested way of waking up. The morning was gray and misty, but even still the construction projects round and about had already began their daily routines. I listened for a spell to the rhythmic beat of the machines and the clatter of metal and felt pleased that I didn’t have to be out there myself. I closed the door and went into the kitchen and set the kettle away to boil. In the past my coffee machine would have been my first port of call but since I recently gave up coffee, my only caffeine hit came from tea. As the water heated I perused my collection of black teas and opted for Earl Grey, not my usual choice but a nice change nonetheless. After preparing my mug I went to the bathroom and emptied my bladder, swollen from an overnight hold. By the time I returned the water had boiled and I poured my tea, no milk and no sugar, and sat on the sofa to drink it. I switched on the TV and watched a recap of the previous days baseball as I drank my tea. This took an hour and by the time the show ended the clock had just turned 08.15 and I had only another 45 minutes before my interview was set to begin. I switched off the TV and boiled the kettle again and as the kettle boiled, I got my PC ready for the interview. I made sure the camera was working, I checked my microphone and I made sure the ever unreliable Teams software was functioning. I am nothing if not prepared. After this I poured my tea and whilst it cooled, I went to get dressed for the interview. I had selected some clothing the day before but in the cold light of day I was having doubts. It all just seemed so..... formal. Yes, I know! Interview clothing is typically formal but I hate formal attire. I always feel like an importer in anything other than shorts and a t-shirt. Still, despite my reservations I made no alterations and began to get dressed. I threw off my pajama shorts and picked up the black jeans, I slid my legs into the holes and pulled them up and after I did the zipper and fastened the button, they clung tightly to my waist. I felt uncomfortable for a multitude of reasons, mostly because I hate wearing jeans or any kind of smart trousers. Still, something else was bugging me and it took me a hot minute to identify what the problem was. I just felt.... Unclean. I wasn’t unclean, I'd showered the previous evening but lets just say by this point in time my underwear was a little past its best. After all, I'd been wearing the same pair all weekend. Which isn’t good, I know! But I was alone all weekend so who cares! I thought about it for a minute and then quickly decided “I don’t actually care” and carried on regardless. 08.50 I was sat in front of my PC, a second empty mug of tea off to one side. I tested the camera again and made sure only my upper half was visible, even if I shifted around a bit during the interview. To the eyes of the interviewer I was presented wearing a green and blue plaid jumper, one of the smartest I own and something that I actually do find comfortable, particularly on a chilly day. Out of frame I was wearing black jeans, which from a distance can be confused for smart trousers. I was the very definition of casual-smart! Underneath my jeans, it was a slightly different story but thankfully humans have yet to develop x-ray vision, so I was in the clear. 09.00 The time had come. My nerves jangled as the clock ticked to 09.00 and my bladder filled at an immediately alarming rate. I stared at the screen, just waiting for them to allow me into the Teams meeting. I went through my notes one last time, going over each point until I was assured that I knew what I was going to talk about. I waited. 09.15 Still no invitation, they were late. No matter, I waited patiently and took my mind of things by perusing Reddit and doing some last minute research on the company. They would come soon, I knew it. 09.30 After thirty minutes, I decided enough was enough and sent a message to the person who was meant to be interviewing me. 09.37 “Hi Spurgle! Unfortunately, we are running a little behind at our end but I will be there in a couple of minutes. Thank you for waiting so patiently.” Okay then, not long now I told myself. I would have loved to run to the bathroom at this point! Thanks to two mugs of tea my bladder was achingly full. And, thanks to nerves, it pulsed and groaned regularly. It was an effort to not quickly dart off to the toilet but I had no idea what a couple of minutes meant. Did it mean a literal couple of minutes? Did it mean a few seconds? Or did it mean a lot longer than a couple of minutes? I had no idea and I knew, I just knew that IF I went to the toilet they would arrive and I would miss it! Its just my luck. So, I waited. And waited. 10.10 Finally! An hour and ten minutes late and multiple text messages later, my monitor finally flashed, signaling their arrival. I quickly turned my camera back on and we greeted each other cordially. “I’m really sorry I was so late! It has been chaos here this morning. I would tell you about it but I don’t want to scare you off!” they said. I pretended to find it funny, all the while wondering what kind of clown outfit they were to mess up an interview this badly. “I hope the wait wasn’t too inconvenient for you?” they said and to their credit, they sounded sincere. “For me? No. But I'm given to understand my bladder has a different opinion. An opinion they were not shy in sharing with me” I said smoothly. “Oh dear! Perhaps you should take a loo break now?” they said. “No, no!” I said valiantly “I’ve held it this far, a little longer won’t be no trouble!” “Well, you are very brave!” they said admiringly. “I am aren’t I!” I said proudly. At this point another voice joined the chat. It was a strangely posh voice but with just a tinge of the peasantry about it. It spoke softly but with a deftness not often seen in day to day life. It cleared it’s throat. “Ah hem! Good morning Mr. Spurgle. It is such a pleasure to address you this fine day. Are you well?” “I am” I said befuddled by the unfamiliar voice, “have we met?” “Oh my deepest apologies” the posh voice said “Allow me to introduce myself! My name is Sloggi, but you probably know me as Mr. Underwear and we are indeed well acquainted with each other.” “Oh well, it’s um, very nice to speak to you today but can this possibly wait?” I asked nervously. “Unfortunately not” the voice said sternly “you see, whilst it is my great privilege to serve you, I must remind you that I am not a diaper and I do not wish to be treated like one. Simply put, I am not designed for the role in which I currently find myself!” “Well, ummm, it isn’t a purposeful thing” I said timidly. “Indeed it is not and I am most sympathetic to your current plight. Nevertheless, I am at my breaking point. These last few days have been hard for me. None of us in the undergarment club are appreciative of your tea drinking and we all wish you would give it up. This, combined with negligence and a hearty dose of laziness, has meant that I have suffered. I have done my best, I have absorbed it all and I will bear these scars until the next wash cycle, I have kept your secrets. But it is too much.” “I can’t be held responsible for accidents” I pleaded. “Accidents? Yes, but only if you use the term loosely. These last days you have made very little effort to protect me from the will of your bladder. Even this very morning, you made no tangible effort to keep me safe! After awaking from your slumber this morn, your first task should have been to empty your bladder. Instead, you stood on the cold balcony and made little effort to stop a trickle of pee escaping from your bladder. This was bad enough but even this wasn’t enough for you to do the right thing! Instead, you insulted me further by perusing boxes of tea. Tea! That most wicked of things!” “I do try” I said timidly. “Only when it suits you. Yesterday, whilst you played video games, I was forced to absorb three separate trickles before you bothered yourself to move. It is unacceptable and I have had enough” “What are you saying? I asked nervously. “I am saying that I hereby resign my commission! From this moment onward I will no longer be the shield that protects the trouser realm!” they exclaimed wildly. “No!” I said pleadingly “you can’t do this to me!” “I can and I have. You will find my resignation letter on the stains of your trousers. I wish you a good day!” Obviously, this conversation never happened. Nevertheless, it just about sums up the situation and that weekend generally. The tea slowly fought its way out of my bladder all throughout the interview. It was very uncomfortable but at the same time just a little bit exciting and under slightly different circumstances it may have been enjoyable. In fact, it was enjoyable all weekend up until that point. I had been very lazy and negligent all weekend, but being home alone, who was it going to upset? Still, even I will admit that by the time I woke up on Monday morning the aroma coming my underwear was ripe, to put it mildly. In the end the interview lasted a little short of an hour. Ironically, I waited longer for it to start than the duration. It wasn’t a good interview. I was bursting to pee the whole time and doing my best to not pee on my chair, which is in no way waterproof. In the end, I did hold it until the end of the interview but there was a resignation letter from my underwear nonetheless, which was found on my jeans, a little on my chair and a bit on the floor too. I still haven't heard back about the job, though I assume I didn’t get it. On the other hand Mr. Underwear has since forgiven me! Which is a good thing at least!