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  1. Version 1.0.0

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    R.I.P Akira Toriyama, I thank you for making one of my favorite pieces of media, and helping introduce me to the fetish. You will be missed. The two Bulma wetting scnes from the Dragon Ball Franchise. This is sub only. The order is 1: Dragon Ball - Episode 1 2: Dragon Ball Curse of the Blood Rubies
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  2. Sammy had made plenty of terrible decisions that day. The first was probably deciding to wear her incredibly revealing maid outfit to please her boyfriend, Jake. She had coupled that with a pair of thick and fully covering, but insanely cute and sexy laced black panties. Second bad decision was eating such a fibrous breakfast. Sammy was a very healthy girl, but she didn’t eat much fiber. Mainly because it demolished her bowels. The third mistake was drinking and eating so much for lunch. The two of them had driven into the downtown area in Jake’s amazing Crown Vic to eat at a local burger place. It was delicious, and quite filling. And then, they decided to go exploring the abandoned west district of their city. The broken asphalt road crunched as they drove over it, Jake’s Crown Vic bumping up and down like a low rider from all the potholes. “Maybe we’ll see a ghost! Or a demon!,” Jake spoke excitedly. Sammy giggled. “Well, I can certainly show you something that’ll blow your mind right now…”. Sammy gently and slowly lifted up the already very short skirt of her maid outfit to subtly flash Jake. He gulped, his face growing red. “Let’s wait until we’re out of the car. I don’t wanna start acting up in here, or we might crash”. Sammy laughed. They continued driving down the broken roads, seeing abandoned and crumbling buildings pass them by on either side. But eventually, the road became too treacherous to continue driving on. ”This place is so cool!”. Jake excitedly hopped out of the car, turning in a circle to see all the abandoned buildings. They were mainly homes, but off in the distance, Sammy could see what looked like a school. She pointed. “Let’s go check that one out!”. She and Jake jogged over to the building. Sammy didn’t notice it, but as her body sped up, her stomach gave a very strong shift downwards. Something was coming. And it wasn’t going to be a small job. They both made it to the abandoned school. The school itself was old, mainly made from brick with an iron gate and fence in the front. Sammy immediately started climbing the fence. As she did, Jake caught a very good look up her skirt. Sammy giggled, shifting one leg upwards so Jake could see even more. He looked away, blushing like crazy and rubbing the back of his neck. “You sure you’re okay with that?…”. Sammy grinned. “If I wasn’t okay with it, I would’ve told you to look away. Come on! Savor it…”. Jake slowly looked back up. He would have taken a few minutes to look, and maybe to feel, but their moment was interrupted by Sammy. She felt an intense pressure in her gut and pushed, letting out an absolutely gargantuan fart. “Wow! Sorry…”. Jake grimaced. “Yeah, I think I’ve had a good enough look…and smell, now”. He hopped onto the fence next to Sammy, and they both climbed over, dropping with a puff of dust into the school’s front entrance. The doors were just ahead of them. Jake ran ahead and tried the handles. Both of the doors were unlocked. ”Where the hell are we now? How is this school so big?”. After they had climbed the fence, Sammy and Jake had walked around the school, checking out the cafeteria and the classrooms and the gym. Luckily for them, the windows were open, letting in just enough light to see by. The roof of the gym had actually caved in with time, making a really cool, almost dystopian scene. But then they had found a side door that seemed like it would lead to just another classroom. Instead, the door had opened into what felt like another entire school. And after walking around for only 5 minutes, they were utterly lost. “I have no idea…I just hope we don’t have to break a window to get out,” Jake responded. Sammy nodded. Then, a wave of intense pressure coursed through Sammy. She winced, putting a hand to her stomach as it growled fiercely. “You good?,” Jake asked, his face a mask of concern. “Yeah…I just gotta crap really bad…”. Sammy stood, feeling the pressure relax. “Sammy?,” Jake asked. “Yeah?” “Isn’t it weird that we haven’t found a single bathroom in this entire school yet?”. Sammy felt her heart drop a bit. But it wasn’t that bad. There HAD to be some bathroom somewhere, there just had to be! She could hold on for a little longer… Sammy felt like she was going to explode. Every step forwards sent a wave of intense need up her body. Her whole being cried out for release, for anything. But even after searching every single door they had come across, they hadn’t found a single bathroom. “Jake…I think…I think I’m reaching my limit…,” Sammy said in a voice barely holding back tears. Without saying another word, Jake lifted her up as gently as he could. Sammy yelped a bit as he did, feeling her gut spike in protest. Jake carried Sammy into one of the classrooms nearby. ”Oh god…I have to poop on THAT?”. Sammy stood, clutching her stomach as she looked at the training potty Jake held in his hands. The room they had entered seemed to be a daycare of some sort. He had originally planned for Sammy to just squat in the corner, but they had gotten lucky and found one of the training potties. It was dusty and old, but it was clean. Still, Sammy didn’t like the idea. “No way…” ”Sammy, it’s either this or the floor…”. Sammy gritted her teeth in anger. She hated both ideas. But one was the lesser evil. Without saying anything else, Sammy set the training potty down on the floor near the corner of the room. “You look and I take your eyes! This is embarrassing enough as it is…”. Jake turned away, nodding. Sammy slowly pulled down her panties, feeling herself become bright red from shame. She sat down, wincing in disgust as the cold, dusty plastic touched her naked butt. Her stomach gave a long growl of protest. But now that she was sitting down and ready, her body refused to let go. ”I can’t freaking poop…”. Sammy hugged her stomach, her face scrunched up and bright red from pushing, her eyes shut tight and her teeth gritted. She had always been a bit poop shy, but this was too much for her. She was so, so, so close, and yet her body absolutely refused to go. Jake spoke up. “You know…I can help…”. Sammy shook her head. “No…that’ll make it worse…just give me a minute…”. She closed her eyes again and pushed, letting out a grunt of effort. Her efforts were rewarded by a long, loud, explosive fart. Sammy sighed I’m relief, but she knew that there was far more to come. She stood slightly, forcing herself into a squat. But nothing. Sammy sighed in defeat. “I give up…”. She stood, pulling her panties back up. And then, her body decided it was time. Sammy gasped as a wave of pressure washed over her once again. But this time, it was much, much, much more intense. She quickly sat back down on the training potty, but it was far too late. A loud crackling blort sound escaped Sammy as a log of poop the size of a continent escaped her. She gasped, then doubled over in pain as the massive mound of poop stretched out her butthole on its way to push out into her panties. Her panties pushed away from her skin, filling with solid, brown, hot and stinky poop. “HNNGH!!”. Sammy grunted loudly as her legs instinctively lifted up and closer to her, her hands balling into fists. The first log left her butt, filling her panties with a mound of mess the size of grapefruit. And there was still far, far, far more. She grunted again, pushing as a wave of brown, mushy, semi-solid waste exploded from her. This time, it all came out fast, making her panties balloon out as the wave of horrid filth expanded the back of them. “MMF! HNNGH! AH!”. Sammy moaned and grunted as she pushed, feeling more and more mess come out to fill the back of her panties. With nowhere left to go, the mess started seeping down towards her crotch. Luckily for her, the panties she had chosen to wear were both tight and think crowns the bottoms. Unluckily for her, the meant that her massive mess could push itself up into her crotch. As more poop poured from her, Sammy coughed and as she felt the stinky waste push up and into her crotch, even as more and more brown poop poured from her. And it just. Kept. Coming! So much poop it was surprising her panties didn’t rip at the seams. And then finally, she finished. Sammy moaned in ecstatic relief as she felt her bladder give way, an absolute waterfall of urine pouring out through her poop filled panties to land with a splatter in the plastic training potty. Sam may closed her eyes, tears falling from them. Half were from shame, embarrassment and disgust. But the other half were from pure, ecstatic relief. It felt so, so, so good to get all of that out. She laughed. A long, choked, half sobbing laugh. Only then did Sammy open her eyes. Jake stood staring down at her, his mouth totally agape and his eyes wide. “Oh…my…god…”. He took a second to speak. “How…that was…so huge! What?”. Sammy felt something then. Something she never would have associated with the feeling of pooping herself. Lust. Arousal, horniness, whatever you called it. All she could feel now was that. Sammy reached down into the potty, moaning as she used one hand to squish and mush around the massive load of poop in the back of her panties. It was so warm…and squishy…”Sammy!? What are you doing!?”. It was almost like some sort of spell had been cast on her. Sammy’s head was totally empty. And now all she could do was place one hand inside her full panties, and push her fingers deep into her vagina. Maybe having such an accident wasn’t that bad after all… So I wrote this on a whim today. I absolutely love people pooping in training potty’s, so I decided to make one. Originally, this was going to be very different, but I was looking through the tags for Clothing, and the maid outfit one stuck out to me. So I changed the story to incorporate some different stuff! I know this isn’t my best work at all, and I don’t even think I HAVE a best work, but I hope you all enjoy this one!
  3. I’ve been recovering for years from the old feeling that I was weird and a freak for loving the things we love, but every now and then something pops up in my mind that makes me question myself still. What I’m wondering now is: Am I alone in being turned on by my own vocalizations leading up to and during a Wetting? Saying to myself or my imaginary partner things like “I ‘m gonna pee my pants” or “I can’t hold it, here it comes” add excitement to the things I’m doing for myself.
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    Hi all, its me, the 24/7 Diapergirl again. I was let back into panties once again, and once again it as a mistake... I woke up to a text from my roommate/partner asking me not to have a morning pee, but to change out of my diaper and into panties and to try and hold it until she got home. What ensues is my desperation ramping up and me ultimately flooding my shorts in the bathtub. She wasnt upset that i couldnt hold it but needless to say it was back to diapers and a reminder why i need them in the first place. Its been awhile since i genuinely lost control but it always is such an enjoyable experience and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did! For a reminder; this is a free sample of a ton of content over on my JustForFans page, which while being primarily diaper wetting and messing, it does include wettings like these! Its $10 a month over there for TONS of content, so if you want to see more, enjoy my diaper content as well, or just really want to help me out, it would be super appreciated if you decide to sub! Link is here: https://justfor.fans/smolbbkitty Beyond that, I hope you all enjoy, check out my other posts, and be sure to give me and my roommate more ideas both for diapers and panties for fun things to try in the future!!! ❤️
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  5. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  6. Alastor enters his room exhausted, Vaggie was on his neck all day telling him to repair or build something for the hotel. To make matters worse, Lucifer was now living in the hotel and watched him the WHOLE day, Alastor couldn't just walk away to go to the bathroom or eat something, he couldn't show weakness in front of these two people, he COULDN'T show any kind of weakness in front of them. Maybe because they are both angels, but even so, he knows he cannot remove vulnerability of any kind to them. Anyway, finally he could rest in his room and... "relieve himself", like Alastor says, for some reason he is embarrassed to just say piss, or urine, or pee... Puff, it's so easy embarrass him. Anyway, Alastor's smile becomes more relieved as he closes the door behind him and enters his room. Then he looks ahead and sees Lucifer standing in front of him, without its toothpick and with its sleeves raised and with its sample wings, his wings were retracted so as not to hinder his movement, but they were still there. Alastor eye ticks and his smile becomes more forced, thinking about how he's going to have to hold even more... - Hello your majesty, why should I have the HONOR of having to put up with you in MY room? Alastor says bowing slightly in a sarcastic voice. - Blah blah blah Yeah yeah I know my presence irritates you, but I'm here to have fun. Lucifer says with a shrug. - Have fun huh? What do you mean by that... - Wellllll we had a busy day, I saw that you were working all day, I didn't even see you taking a break, as angels Vaggie and I are used to not taking breaks but I don't think that's your case. - Your point? - Oh nothing, just saying, you must be tired, hungry... Alastor listens to Lucifer slowly as he struggles not to jump slightly or lower his ears due to the pressure on his bladder. - Needing to go to the bathroom... - HA! You are VERY wrong, your majesty, I'm great! Alastor says taking a few steps and going behind Lucifer, been back to him. - Now can you leave my room? I would like to enjoy a little ALONE TIME. Lucifer turns to Alastor and laughs at the deer demon. - Don't lie to me dear, it's impossible to have gone the whole day without taking a break and being 100%. - Well, YOU of all people should know that I'm not like all the other weak demons you know. - Hehe, you really believe this dear? - Ow I know that. Lucifer then looks Alastor up and down and slowly uses one of his wings to touch Alastor's waist. The feeling of feathers touching his waist makes Alastor spasm and take a step back against his will. - What is that? Bambi has been so long without being touched that even a small touch like that intimidates him? Alastor trembles slightly feeling his bladder jump with the teasing and the touch. - Maybe it's because their wings burn. Your Majesty... Alastor says with a superior smile. Lucifer rolls his eyes and steps in front of Alastor, coming face to face with him. - Lie to yourself all you want my dear. With that Lucifer grabs Alastor with two of his wings and throws him on the bed. Alastor groans in fright when his body hits the mattress, closes his eyes with the fright of the rapid movement and feels that a few drops have escaped him. Lucifer turns around looking at Alastor with a look of superiority now, he laughs and releases Alastor from his wings and bends down placing his hands on the bed. - So, does THAT burn?... Alastor opens his eyes angrily and leans on one arm to look at Lucifer, he grunts in anger looking at Lucifer in the eyes. - WHAT WAS THAT FOR!? - Just for fun my dear haha. Alastor then gets up and sits on the bed angrily. - I'm sorry sir but WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!? Was your personality changed or something like that??? - None of that my dear, I was just banned because of the boring day, and I wanted to have fun. - DON'T call me dear... - What? that's your thing? - Stop teasing me sir! - Oh ok ok, how about instead of darling I call you deer? - SIR- - Hahaha Alastor then moves closer to Alastor making the deer demon fall back unconscious and falls onto the bed again. Lucifer then brings his face closer to Alastor with a winning smile. - I scare you deer? Alastor grune in response. - Ow ow, I think someone leaked. Says Lucifer looking at Alastor's pants, there was a small but visible wet spot on his pants. Alastor didn't know if this happened when Lucifer threw him onto the bed or when he fell onto the bed when Lucifer approached, but it's bad anyway... Alastor moves further away from Lucifer, going back on the bed and placing the bed sheet over his pants. A blush can be seen on her face, but his smile remains on his face. - GET OUT OF MY ROOM! NOW!!! Alastor's ears twitched a little, he was trying hard not to let them flatten completely, because that would be the sign of weakness. - Oh, now have things gotten fun? Alastor looks irritated at Lucifer and Lucifer laughs at Alastor, amused by the situation. Lucifer then walks around the bed threatening to put his wings on Alastor. - Come on deer, it's just a joke, don't be so tense - WHY DO YOU INSIST ON CALLING ME DEER!? - You said you don't like dear - YEAH BUT- Lucifer covers Alastor's mouth with a feather from his wings. - Don't worry my little Bambi, I'll clean everything up when we're done... Alastor trembles, Lucifer's voice sounded serious, THAT was the king of hell... Lucifer then starts to walk around the bed touching Alastor lightly, one touch on the shoulder with the hand, one on the belly with his wings, and other varied touches teasing Alastor. Each touch made Alastor leak some more, and Alastor yelled at Lucifer about how annoying he was being. Even so, sighs can be heard each time a little more "liquid" leaves his body. Lucifer starts to only use the feathers of his wings to tease him and this for some reason makes Alastor even more blushing and messy. Alastor sighs and feels his body shake as his pants and bedsheet get wetter by the second, until Lucifer sees behind him and slowly pulls his chin with his hand while wrapping his wings around his neck. With that, Alastor completely lets go, flooding his pants and sheets. Alastor completely loses control of his body and lets his ears droop as his body relaxes, relief invades his legs, making them slightly more open under the sheet so the liquid can escape more freely. Alastor sighs heavily as the last drops leave his private parts beyond his control. - Oh, dear Bambi made a huge mess, didn't he? Alastor sighs with his body shaking, his eyes closed and the heat inside him burning more than the heat of hell itself. Lucifer releases Alastor and hides his wings, and then snaps his fingers making any remnants of the events that just happened disappear. Lucifer goes to the door of Alastor's room and puts his hand on the handle, but before leaving he turns and looks at Alastor. Alastor was dry, but he was still a complete mess, shaking and sighing uncontrollably. - By by Bambi, see you tomorrow 💞. Lucifer then leaves the room and FINALLY leaves Alastor alone, Alastor sighs and his ears begin to bob slightly up and down to the mix of feelings he is in at the moment, he close your eyes and take a long breath again, and lets his body fall onto the bed again. putting his pillow over his face to muffle and scream of shame... His face is completely red, is this the power of the king of hell?...
  7. View File You Lock My Toilet And Put Me Through Cross-Leg Desperation A woman is denied to use the toilet because she doesn't pay the rent. The video presents a woman who is sitting on a chair in an empty but a bit devastated room. She's complaining she has no money but as time goes by, she more and more often says she needs to pee, she can't hold it etc. She begs to be allowed to go to the toilet but to no avail. She has legs tightly crossed, she holds her crotch, but finally she can't hold it any longer and despite attempts to stop it with her hands she starts to pee forcefuly. Over 30 minutes of good, real desperation and no nudity! Downloaded from pisshamster. As there is no logo, no subtitles or credits, I can't identify the authors. I hope this is not on the "Do not post" list... Submitter wether Submitted 05/27/2024 Category Female  
  8. Hello everyone I had an idea for an interactive fic staring the women of the MCU, characters and actors alike. The basic premise of the story is this the characters and actors periodically swap minds at random, and they only swap back when they wet themselves. So for example if Peggy Carter switched with Hayley Atwell the only way for them to switch back is if either Peggy had an accident in Hayley's body or if Hayley had an accident in Peggy's body. Now my first question is. Which way would you want to see this play out? A. The actor's mind in the character's body B. The character's mind in the actor's body C. Switch back and forth between A and B. (note if you choose this option tell me which one you want to start with either A or B) My second question is. Which character/actor pairing would you like? A. Kate Bishop (Hawkeye)/ Hailee Steinfeld B. Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)/ Scarlett Johansson C. Daisy Johnson (Quake)/ Chloe Bennet Now my plan is to write the next segment after I either get 5 answers or after 48 hours, whichever comes first, and depending on how many answers I get the number for answers might increase. Also every so often I may ask about choosing another character/actor pairing or staying with the current pairing. Hope you enjoy. If you would like to see some of my writing check out the RP section.
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    A woman is denied to use the toilet because she doesn't pay the rent. The video presents a woman who is sitting on a chair in an empty but a bit devastated room. She's complaining she has no money but as time goes by, she more and more often says she needs to pee, she can't hold it etc. She begs to be allowed to go to the toilet but to no avail. She has legs tightly crossed, she holds her crotch, but finally she can't hold it any longer and despite attempts to stop it with her hands she starts to pee forcefuly. Over 30 minutes of good, real desperation and no nudity! Downloaded from pisshamster. As there is no logo, no subtitles or credits, I can't identify the authors. I hope this is not on the "Do not post" list...
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  10. View File Couple Locked Out and Desperate Hello! Partner and I devised a little scene where we're locked out and SUPER desperate. Without the right key, we're not getting in and can only hold it so long. Partner loses it pretty quickly and can't even get their boots off before the flood. I do my best to hold on but to no avail. I kick off my shoes right before I soak my pants. We both end up barefoot and soaked with quite the puddle to clean up! Enjoy 💛 Submitter themerger Submitted 05/25/2024 Category Female  
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    The newest in Arabes's Shikkin series, and a remake of his old game ShikkinSCHOOL with the same characters, but in 3D now. It has the same system as Shikkin128 DE. This page will be updated as I play through the game more and more people comment on what they've found. Arabes's Ci-en page: https://ci-en.dlsite.com/creator/2547 The official download link: https://elog.tokyo/other/game_1256.html (you can also download here to give him more support as well as leave him reviews)
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  12. Version 0.031

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    The premise of the game is that you, as a player, have a magic that can force anyone to fart. Use this to your advantage and unlock 3 different character scenes that are implemented so far!!! I will translate the game once there's more content, or if there are some complex combinations you have to do to unlock different scenes. ALL SCENES ARE AVAILABLE IMMEDIATELY THROUGH THE MAIN MENU
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  13. I recall a video from a few years ago where the main girl is out for a hike/walk in a forest and had decided to not wear a diaper and wore a rather large pad instead which ended up being a mistake and it couldn’t hold up to her leaking and she soaked the pad, her panties and pants. cant remember exactly who it was, but would love a link or rip! thanks!
  14. I was in the office today, and was finishing up my day there. It came time for me to leave, so I began to pack my things up and head out. I only live about 20 minutes from the office, so I wasn’t that concerned with the restroom, as I didn’t really need to go and it wasn’t a far drive. About five minutes into my drive, I suddenly had to go. I think my pelvic floor is a little weak today, as yesterday I did do a little hold, and my urgency really only grew. I could feel my urine starting to have that pressure like feeling on my urethra. Instinctively, I started to breathe a little deeper. I was not intending an accident today. I kept thinking to myself “it isn’t far, you’ll get to a bathroom soon. You’ve held it longer with more urgency before.” I guess the thought of the bathroom did something, because right then I felt myself leak. And not just a little dribble, I felt my underwear get damp. I clenched and thought “no no no, not now”, and tried to focus on music. I will note, my leaks on this ride home were not forceful nor did they last more than a second. A couple minutes later, I leaked again, and another leak followed quickly after. My underwear was damp. I still had 5-8 minutes left on my drive home. If I leak, it’s would due to stress incontinence. Even doing a hold yesterday, I had to trigger a leak by doing something forceful and then eventually just let it out. So these leaks were a little shocking to me. A couple minutes pass, and I felt like I gained enough composure and tried to distract my need to pee with music. I then a bigger leak than the first few. This one lasted a couple seconds. I grabbed my crotch and felt my pants had a wet patch. I was almost home at this point, as I turned into my neighborhood, i peed a soft steady stream for 4 seconds. When I parked my car a dribble or so came out. I clenched and very quickly looked down to inspect the damage and was shocked- I peed a good bit on my seat (I took a very quick snapshot for here, but genuinely didn’t want to have an accident so it isn’t the best). I must’ve been peeing more than I thought with each leak, because my pants were also quite wet. I couldn’t (and still can’t) believe how wet they were. I’ve never had an intentionally or unintentionally peed my pants outside my house, so stepping out of my car, I the breeze on my wet clothes was something new. I had another leak when I got out of my car, and another dribble walking to my house. There were people outside. I tried to pull my shirt over my butt to hide my circumstance, but it wasn’t really long enough. i get to my door, and latchkey got the best of me, because when i put my key in, i had a spurt, automatically following another steady stream of pee until I got into the house. I felt it starting to trickle down my leg. I took a breath and managed to stop peeing. I couldn’t believe how difficult it was to hold. It took everything in me. I live on a second story, so as I made my way up the stairs, about halfway up, another spurt had left. I started to run, but that made pee more. I stopped in the hallway towards the bathroom and crossed my legs and told myself “you’re not doing this. I have a virtual meeting and don’t have time to clean up a pee trail or puddle”. To my surprise, I made it to the bathroom leak free. However, as soon as I entered, I lost control and started peeing full force. I heard hissing in my pants. (Due to urinary retention, my stream is often weak. I don’t think I’ve ever heard myself hiss pee, especially not when I’m not going in the toilet). I couldn’t stop it. I froze for a couple of seconds because I was completely shocked as a puddle started to quickly form at my feet. I snapped myself out of it, still peeing full force, made my way to the toilet, and finished peeing in the toilet. I inspected my pants, and they were soaked. I peed a good bit on the floor and had a trail leading to the toilet. I’m still completely shocked that I just had an accident to that magnitude. That was a couple hours ago, my pelvic floor is clearly a little weak today cause I am peeing more frequently and dribbled once. Ill post if anything else happens 😅 here’s a picture of my car and the front of my pants- mind you, the damage was primarily in the back.
  15. Guys, the time has come for a change! I've made the big mistake of creating to many different threads in the art section, that now I can't keep up with everything anymore lol So, after thinking about it for a while, I decided to open one last thread, this one, where all of my art is going to get posted in the future. This includes my random pee illustrations, the "olympeecs" series and maybe some other fun ideas that I'm planning for the future - only "ethnic bladders" will remain as a separate thread. Maybe I'm being dramatic right now, but this decision, as unsignificant as it is, does feel like the start of something new for me, the beginning of a new chapter for my omo art and I'm excited to see how things are going to turn out. There's probably going to be a lot of experimenting around in the beginning since I'm still trying to find an artstyle that suits me and my illustrations. For everyone who's been following my art, this is the place were you can come and (hopefully) enjoy my illustrations from now on! ... and for those who just discovered me and wonder what the artworks I made are all about, it's mainly desperation and just made it scenarios with original female characters, so if this is something you like then you came to the right place 🙂
  16. Hi! This is my first post here, but before joining, I have experimented a lot with AI generated stories/roleplay. My results aren't always good, but this particular result I thought was really good, and I thought I'd share it, in case anyone else agrees. I've spoilered my instructional prompts, so you can read the story without them if you like, or unspoiler them to see what I asked for. My dialogue is underlined. I have not edited anything, aside from removing the name I used during the roleplay. This is mostly GPT-4o, but some responses are 3.5, since I don't pay for it and wasn't patient enough to wait for every single response. 4o is definitely a huge improvement though, especially for this purpose - I find it does a much better job with dialogue, and not repeating the same pattern over and over again. It also seems like, when using 4o for omo purposes, it's harder to get content flags. That being said, as far as I know, unless a response is outright blocked, all the flags do is stop you from sharing a link. Anyway, please see the story below. I'm interested to hear the forum's thoughts on AI generated content, and this story in particular. Hey, are you okay? You look... uncomfortable. Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine, just feeling a bit... squished back here, you know? These seats aren't the most spacious. But, uh, yeah, I'm good. Totally good. [My legs are crossed tightly, and I'm doing that subtle shifting from side to side, hoping it'll distract from the fact that my bladder feels like it's about to burst. How much longer until we're home? Ugh, this is torture.] You sure? I noticed how many large pops you drank at the event... Oh, yeah, those sodas were... refreshing, you know? Just trying to stay hydrated and all that. But yeah, I'm good, seriously. Just enjoying the ride back, taking in the scenery and all. [Damn, why did I have to drink all those sodas? And why didn't I go to the bathroom when I had the chance earlier? My bladder feels like it's about to stage a revolt. But I can't let on that I'm about to explode here.] The scenery, huh? You seem a lot more focused on your lap than the scenery. It's okay if something's wrong, y'know.. you can tell me. Alright, fine, you got me. I... really gotta go. Like, really, really gotta go. Sigh I didn't go at the event earlier, and now... well, now I'm regretting it big time. My bladder feels like it's about to reach its breaking point. [My hands are gripping my lap so tightly, I can practically feel the indentations my nails are making. Please don't let me leak, please don't let me leak. I'm trying to keep it together here, but it's getting harder by the second.] Do you think you'll make it home? I don't know if your mom is gonna be thrilled about stopping the car.. it's already so late.. I mean, I'm gonna try my best to hold it until we get home. Can't make any promises, though. And yeah, I get it, stopping the car would be a pain, especially this late. We're all probably just eager to get home and crash. [But damn, these tights are not doing me any favors right now. If I leak, it's gonna be so obvious. And this sweater? Forget about it. It's not exactly hiding anything. Maybe I can discreetly grab a jacket from my bag and tie it around my waist. Anything to buy me a little more time.] Well, maybe there's something you can pee in around here. I can start looking around, while you focus on your sphincter. Haha, yeah, good one. Grimacing through the laughter Careful with those jokes, though, I might actually... uh, lose it. [Oh god, that was close. I can feel the pressure building even more now. But hey, it doesn't hurt to look around, right? Maybe there's some hidden emergency pee container in here that I never knew about. Highly unlikely, but hey, a girl can dream, right?] Oh, right, sorry. I wouldn't want to... rock the boat... Haha, yeah, definitely don't want to... sudden realization hits Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. [My hand shoots down to my lap, and I can feel it. Wetness. Goddamn it, I leaked. It's not too bad, just enough to soak through my tights and make a mess on my hand, but still, it's embarrassing as hell. Can this car ride be over already?] Woah, that was a big gasp, you okay? Did some, uh... come out? Yeah, uh, I leaked a bit. Blushing furiously It's not... it's not a big deal, really. Just a tiny bit. And, uh, you can feel for yourself if you want, but I'm not kidding about it. [Oh god, now that I've admitted it, my bladder feels like it's on the verge of giving up completely. The thought of you feeling for yourself is making it even worse. Please, please don't make me leak more.] No way, there's no way you have to go THAT badly. No, seriously, I—before I can finish, your hand touches my lap, and I can't help it, another wave of pee escapes, this time even more than before, soaking through my tights and onto the seat. Oh shit, shit, shit! [I quickly try to stop you, but it's too late. The embarrassment washes over me as I realize just how much I've leaked. This is mortifying. Why did I ever offer to let you feel for yourself? Now I'm sitting in a puddle of my own making, praying for this car ride to end soon.] Well. I guess I sit corrected. I really feel bad for you suffering back here... it's like there's nothing we can- wait... I have an idea, but you won't like it much... Please, tell me, anything, I'll take it! I plead, desperation evident in my voice as I try to maintain some semblance of composure, despite the increasing discomfort and dampness between my legs. I'm all ears, seriously, lay it on me. [God, it's getting so much worse now. The warmth spreading from where I'm sitting is unmistakable, and the dampness is just... ugh. But if your idea can offer even the slightest relief, I'm all for it. Just please, hurry.] Alright. Well, your tights are black, and the seat's black. If you just... just go, just let it all loose... you won't have to suffer, and hopefully, in the dark, nobody will even notice. You get to stop struggling, and we won't have to stop the car... win-win, right? Are you serious? That's... that's a terrible idea! What if someone notices? What if it smells or something? I mean, really? Just pee right here? [But as I'm saying it, I can't help but think about the relief it would bring. The idea of just letting go, not having to hold it anymore, is incredibly tempting. I can feel the pressure intensifying, and despite my outward protests, I know this might be the only solution. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Black on black, right?] It won't smell, you're like, mega hydrated. And as long as you keep quiet, I don't think anyone will notice. Just make sure to stop before it spills over the edge of the seat, and start again after it soaks in. Oh my god, I can't believe we're even considering this. It's so ridiculous. I mean, seriously, who just pees in a car like this? [But my resolve is crumbling. With each tiny leak, I know deep down that it's only a matter of time before I completely lose control. If I don't do it on purpose, it's going to happen involuntarily anyway. And honestly, the thought of just letting go is becoming more and more appealing. It's not like I have any other choice, right?] Fine, okay, I'll do it. But if anyone notices, this is on you. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the inevitable, hoping that this insane plan actually works. Well, I guess you'll be the first person we know... And um, one more thing.. do you mind if I uh, feel it? Like, just put my hand there? What? Are you serious? You want to feel it? That’s so... weird. [But my bladder is screaming for mercy, and I'm on the verge of just giving in completely. The request is odd, but in the grand scheme of things, it's just one more crazy aspect of an already insane situation. I hesitate for a moment, but the urgency of my situation is becoming unbearable.] Fine, whatever, if it means I can finally let go and not suffer anymore, go ahead. Just... make it quick. [I can feel my body teetering on the edge, ready to release, and your hand there is the final push I need to just let go.] Wow. That's a lot... [As your hand touches my lap, the final thread of my control snaps.] Oh god, here it goes... [A warm rush of urine floods out, immediately soaking through my tights and pooling beneath me. The relief is almost overwhelming, a sharp contrast to the intense pressure I’ve been enduring. My muscles finally relax, and I can’t help but let out a soft, involuntary moan of relief. It feels like every part of me is unwinding all at once.] [The liquid spreads quickly, seeping into the fabric of the seat. The sensation of warmth envelops my lower body, and for a moment, all I can focus on is the sheer bliss of release. Your hand remains there, feeling the steady stream as it continues to flow, and I’m too lost in the relief to care.] [The puddle beneath me is growing, the warmth spreading further. I can feel the wetness creeping up the sides of my thighs, and it’s both embarrassing and liberating at the same time. My initial bursts are powerful, and the sound of the liquid hitting the seat is unmistakable, but I try to keep it as quiet as possible.] [The release feels like it’s going on forever, each second stretching into an eternity. My breathing is heavy, my heart racing, as the intensity of the situation sinks in. The puddle is nearing the edge of the seat, and I know I need to stop soon to let it soak in, but for now, I’m just reveling in the sheer relief and the strange intimacy of the moment.] Watch out... it's getting really close... Oh crap, you're right, it's really close. [With a monumental effort, I try to stem the flow. It's incredibly difficult, my body screaming in protest as I try to regain control. I manage to slow it down, but not before some of the liquid overflows the edge of the seat, dripping onto the floor with a soft splatter. The embarrassment washes over me, but the relief is so profound that I can barely focus on anything else.] [The flow ebbs, and I breathe heavily, my body trembling from the exertion and the lingering relief. The puddle on the seat slowly begins to soak in, the fabric absorbing the warm liquid. It's an oddly soothing sensation, feeling the dampness gradually spreading out and becoming less concentrated.] [As I wait for it to absorb, I can feel the residual wetness clinging to my tights and skin. It's uncomfortable, but the overwhelming relief makes it bearable. The warmth is slowly dissipating, leaving a damp, cooling sensation in its wake. I can feel my muscles starting to tense again, the urge to finish what I've started growing stronger.] [I glance over at you, noting the strange mixture of fascination and concern on your face. This whole situation is surreal, but in a weird way, it feels like we've crossed a boundary, shared something intensely personal. I give you a small, strained smile, trying to convey my gratitude despite the awkwardness.] [Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the seat has absorbed enough for me to feel comfortable continuing. I take a deep breath, bracing myself for the next wave. The relief is addictive, and I can't wait to feel it wash over me again.] Okay, I think it's soaked in enough. Here goes round two... [With that, I let go once more, the flow resuming with a renewed intensity. The relief is just as powerful as before, my body relaxing into the sensation as the warmth spreads out beneath me again.] Man... that was enough for one bladder's worth, you've still got more? I know, right? It feels like I've been holding a damn ocean in here. [As I let go again, the second wave hits with even more force. The relief is instant and overwhelming, but this time it happens much faster. The warmth spreads rapidly, filling the already damp seat and reaching the edges almost immediately. I can feel the liquid pooling beneath me, the sensation both comforting and alarming.] [The flow is stronger, and I realize with a mix of panic and relief that there's still a lot more to come. The seat is quickly becoming saturated, the liquid threatening to spill over again. My muscles relax completely, and I can't help but lean back slightly, feeling the wetness seep into every part of my lower body.] [The sound of the stream is louder now, a steady, soft hissing that mixes with the ambient noise of the car. The puddle beneath me grows rapidly, and I can feel it creeping up my thighs and spreading outwards. The sheer volume of liquid is surprising, even to me, and I brace myself for the inevitable overflow.] Damn, it's happening so fast this time. [I'm caught off guard by how quickly the liquid reaches the edge of the seat again. I try to slow it down, but the relief is so profound that it's hard to stop. I can feel it trickling over the edge, a small but noticeable stream hitting the floor. The embarrassment is still there, but the relief is too powerful to ignore.] [Finally, I manage to slow the flow once more, giving the seat a chance to absorb the new wave. My body is trembling from the effort, but the relief is so addictive that I can't help but look forward to the next wave. I know there's still more to come, but for now, I'm just focused on the immediate sensation of relief and the odd comfort of your presence in this crazy situation.] Okay, round two down. I think there's still more, but let's give it a moment to soak in again. Man, you're really enjoying this, aren't you? What? No, I mean, it's just... the relief, you know? It's not like I'm enjoying the situation itself. [But deep down, there's a part of me that is enjoying the sheer release, the overwhelming relief. It's hard to deny it, even if I try to downplay it.] [After stopping the second wave, I can feel the seat struggling to absorb the liquid. It takes much longer this time, and the pressure is building again. I'm squirming, trying to hold it in, but my body is desperate for more relief. Small waves escape despite my best efforts, each one bringing a brief moment of bliss before I clamp down again.] Come on, seat, absorb faster... [The dampness is spreading further, and I can feel the warmth lingering. The tension in my bladder is becoming unbearable, and I know I won't be able to hold it for much longer. The small leaks are getting more frequent, each one a reminder of how much more I have to release.] [Every accidental release is a mix of relief and panic. The warmth spreading out, the sensation of liquid seeping into the seat again. It's taking forever, and I'm struggling to maintain control. My body is trembling from the effort, and I can feel the sweat on my brow.] [Finally, the seat seems to have absorbed enough, but I'm already on the verge of another major release. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the next wave, hoping this one will be easier to manage.] Okay, I think it's ready again. Here goes nothing... [With that, I let go once more, the third wave rushing out with a renewed intensity. The relief washes over me again, and I can't help but let out a soft sigh as the warmth spreads beneath me.] Hey, I know what you can do to help this a bit... if you take off your sweater, and shove it there, maybe you'll be able to just let it go without worrying about it spilling over? That might actually work. Good idea. [Frantically, I begin to take off my sweater, releasing small, hissy streams as I do. The relief of each little release is almost enough to make me lose control completely, but I manage to hold on just enough to get the sweater off. I ball it up and shove it under me, feeling the immediate absorption as the fabric soaks up the liquid.] [The moment I place the sweater beneath me, my body seems to take it as a signal to let go completely. A powerful wave of urine rushes out, the sweater quickly becoming saturated. The relief is immense, my muscles relaxing fully as the warm liquid continues to flow.] [This release is much longer, and the sensation of the sweater absorbing the liquid provides a strange sense of comfort. The relief is so profound that I momentarily forget about the potential consequences. My body feels lighter, the tension in my bladder dissipating with each passing second.] [The flow is steady and intense, and I can feel the warmth spreading through the sweater and onto the seat. It's a continuous, soothing sensation, and for a moment, it feels like this might actually solve the problem. But then, I notice the familiar sensation of the liquid reaching the edge of the seat again.] [Despite the sweater's absorption, the sheer volume of urine is too much. I can feel it creeping towards the edge, threatening to spill over once more. Panic sets in as I realize there's still a lot left, and the sweater is already completely soaked.] Oh god, it's reaching the edge again. There's still so much more... [My body is still desperate for relief, and I know I need to find another solution quickly. The sweater has helped, but it's not enough to contain everything. I glance at you, a mix of desperation and embarrassment in my eyes, hoping you'll have another idea to get us through this.] Watch out, it's reaching the edge... Hey? I know, I know... but I can't stop. I just can't anymore. It's too much. [As I give up trying to hold back, the stream continues at full force, a waterfall of relief spilling over the edge of the seat. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t bring myself to fight it any longer. Desperation turns into acceptance as the warm liquid cascades down, soaking into the floor.] [In a last-ditch effort, I try to take off my top, hoping to use it to absorb some of the flow. The act of removing it causes me to release even more, the force of the stream unrelenting. I ball up the top and shove it under me, but it barely makes a difference. The fabric quickly becomes saturated, adding to the growing puddle beneath me.] [A whole minute passes, and the relief is still intense. My body is completely relaxed, no longer fighting the inevitable. The continuous flow is both liberating and embarrassing, but I can't stop it. The seat is soaked, the floor is wet, and there's still more left.] [Every second feels like an eternity, the sound of the stream a constant reminder of my predicament. My breathing is heavy, a mix of relief and exhaustion. The puddle on the floor spreads, the liquid pooling around my feet. It's a mess, but the relief is so profound that I can't bring myself to care.] I'm still going... how is this even possible? [Another minute passes, and I can feel that there's still more to come. The relief is almost euphoric, my body finally releasing all the built-up pressure. It's a strange mix of emotions, but at this point, I'm just grateful for the release, no matter how messy it is.] [Finally, after another full minute of unrelenting relief, I feel the stream starting to slow down. The powerful force tapers off, but the flow continues longer than I expected. My body, finally beginning to feel some respite, relaxes even more, and I close my eyes, lost in the sensation.] [The warm, soothing feeling envelops me completely. The tension that had built up for so long is melting away, replaced by an almost euphoric state of relaxation. I’m so caught up in the relief that I almost don’t notice your hand moving a certain way beneath me.] [The sensation of your touch adds an unexpected layer to the experience. It’s strangely comforting, grounding me in the moment as I continue to release the last remnants of my bladder. The flow slows to a trickle, each drop a final exhale of the pressure I’ve been holding in for so long.] [In this moment, everything else fades away. The embarrassment, the awkwardness, the mess—it all becomes secondary to the overwhelming relief and strange intimacy of the situation. My breathing steadies, my body feeling lighter than it has in hours.] [As the final drops fall, I open my eyes and look at you, a mix of gratitude and relief on my face. The ordeal is finally over, and despite everything, I can't help but feel a sense of connection with you through this bizarre experience.] I... I think it’s finally over. Thank you for helping me through that... [I sit there, reveling in the relief, the warmth of the puddle beneath me oddly comforting. A few minutes pass, and I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me. But then, out of nowhere, I realize I need to go again. The sensation is unmistakable, and this time, I don't even hesitate.] Oh no, here we go again... [I let loose without a second thought, the familiar rush of warmth spreading out beneath me. The sweater is already soaked, but it absorbs as much as it can before the liquid starts pooling again. The resulting puddle grows quickly, almost reaching the edge of the seat once more. My body relaxes into the release, the relief just as profound as before.] [Thankfully, this time it stops before spilling over. The puddle is substantial, but it manages to stay contained. I breathe a sigh of relief, feeling the last remnants of tension leave my body. The situation is still incredibly awkward, but the relief is undeniable.] Okay, I think that’s really it this time. Seriously, thank you for being here. This was... beyond crazy, but I’m so grateful for your help. Well, I guess I need to put my top and sweater back on. This is going to feel so gross... [I reach for my soaked clothes, dreading the sensation. As I slip my top and sweater back on, the wet fabric clings to my skin. Surprisingly, the warmth and dampness feel oddly comforting, a strange sense of reassurance in the aftermath of the ordeal.] [As the soaked material settles against my body, it triggers a final, short wave of release from my bladder. The last bit of urine flows out, adding to the puddle beneath me. It's a brief but intense sensation, a final exhale of relief that leaves me feeling completely emptied.] [The wet clothes cling to me, and though it's undeniably messy, there's a certain solace in it. The warmth envelops me, the lingering dampness a reminder of the bizarre experience we've just shared. I lean back, breathing deeply, feeling the tension finally, fully leave my body.] Okay, I think that's really it. This has been... well, insane, but somehow, I'm feeling better than I have in a long time. Thanks for sticking with me through this. Holy fuck, man. That was SO much... [I look down and around, truly taking in the extent of the mess. The bench seat is completely soaked under me, the wetness spreading nearly all the way to your side, with only the very edges remaining dry. The carpet beneath my feet is drenched, my shoes squelching slightly with every small movement. My tights, sweater, underwear... basically all my clothes are completely soaked.] [The faint pattering of droplets still soaking through the seat and dropping onto the carpet below is a constant reminder of the sheer volume I released. Despite the mess, despite the embarrassment, I feel an overwhelming sense of relief and a strange satisfaction. There's no regret, just a profound sense of having overcome something immense.] [The warmth of the soaked clothes clinging to me, the lingering dampness, and the faint scent of my release—it's all strangely comforting in a way I can't quite explain. I lean back, letting out a deep sigh, feeling lighter and more at ease than I have in a long time.] I know it's a mess, but I don't regret a thing. Thanks for sticking with me through all this craziness. I don't know how I would have managed without you.
  17. I'm starting to move through the decades here, and I think I've hit something marginally more relevant than mid-90s Nerdtests. Here's the link. https://uquiz.com/ODebT1 It plays similarly to the other one, though it is a bit longer. Enjoy!
  18. So the night started off innocent enough. I work tomorrow and I don't care to play on work nights. I was laying in bed and I suddenly had to pee, but I couldn't get up and go to the bathroom because my husband was using it. I had 3 options, pee on the floor, pee in the bed, or grab a diaper and put it on. In the spirit of being a good girl, I grabbed a diaper to not make a mess. Well, once I put it on I decided to see how long I could hold it while relaxing and listening to waterfall sounds. I now sit in a ver soggy diaper, still desperately needing to pee.... I think I made a mistake 😅
  19. hi! this is my first post here :D. so i was holding for some time, and before this came a LOT of squirming while playing stardew valley and a few leaks here and there. I couldn't hold it any longer, and i think if i hadn't let go then, it would have happened ~5 minutes after the fact. the jeans i'm wearing here are generally a little loose around the waist, but you can see how much I had in <33! let me know what y'all think!! IMG_3432.mov
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    The order of the wettings are 1: Shidoukan Day After - Episode 1 2: Shidoukan Day After - Episode 1 3: Shidoukan Day After - Episode 2 4: Shidoukan Day After - Episode 2
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  21. One Saturday afternoon, I decided to challenge myself by holding my pee as long as I could. I had always been curious about my limits and thought it might be fun to test them. I settled into my cozy gaming chair, fired up Minecraft, and began my adventure. The virtual world drew me in, and I lost track of time as I mined, built, and explored. A couple of hours passed, and I felt the first twinges of discomfort in my bladder. I ignored it, determined to see how long I could last. The game was too engrossing, and I was too stubborn to give up. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the pressure was building. As the minutes ticked by, my need to pee grew more urgent. I started squirming around in my chair, crossing and uncrossing my legs, hoping to alleviate the pressure. The game required my full attention, and I was reluctant to pause. I bit my lip and continued to play, even as my bladder screamed for relief. Soon, I felt a small leak. A warm, damp spot spread on my underwear, and panic began to set in. “Just a little longer,” I told myself, bouncing my leg up and down. I squeezed my thighs together and rocked back and forth, trying to hold on. But the pressure was relentless. I felt another leak, then another. Each one sent a wave of anxiety through me, but I was too engrossed in my game to quit. My movements became more frantic, and I could barely concentrate on the screen. I knew I was close to my limit, but I was determined to hold out. Finally, I felt a surge of desperation. I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. As I stood up from my chair, I lost control. Warm urine flowed down my legs, soaking my pants and puddling on the floor. The relief was overwhelming, but it was mixed with a rush of embarrassment and frustration. I stood there for a moment, stunned by what had just happened. My pants were drenched, and I felt a strange mix of shame and relief. I quickly cleaned up the mess, changed into dry clothes, and sighed deeply. I had pushed myself too far, but at least I knew my limit now.
  22. Hello! I’m going to try my hand at this again. I’ll learn more on what to do as this goes on and get better. Hopefully it goes well! First we need to chose a guy: Tommy- Tommy is your average male young adult. He is not shy but not vocal either. Tommy has long brown hair. Josh- Josh is a body builder with tons of muscles. He is known to be a tough and strong guy. He is always very vocal and has short black hair. Next we got to choose an outfit: Undies: A) Briefs B) Boxers Pants: A) Jeans B) Shorts C) Pajamas Let’s choose! (Ex: Josh, A, A)
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    A few (longer) videos of me wetting my sweatpants and new panties (I thought they would look good wet). Enjoy!
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  24. “Sara?” “What!?” “I can see your potty face” “No you can’t! I…I don’t have to potty! Not at all!” “It’s okay, sweetie. You can just let it all out” “I told you, I don’t…I don’t…mmf!”. With a loud fart, Alec watched as Sara squatted, wrapping her arms around her waist. As Alec watched, the back of Sara’s white panties expanded as a mound of mess pushed its way out of her. “No! Don’t- nngh!-come out! I don’t wanna-Mmf!-have an accident! I…I can’t stop!”. Sara fully squatted now, pushing with all her might as a huge mass of brown, mushy poop exploded out of her, staining the back of her panties a deep brown. Luckily, she didn’t have to pee, or there would have been a puddle on the floor. Sara let out a long breath as a huge fart escaped her. She continued pushing, adding more and more to the mess underneath her butt. Her panties began to be pushed off her skin, as the mess became too big for them to contain. “Nggh…big…big poopy!” “And you said you didn’t have to potty?” “Gotta…make big poopies”. Sara continued her farty mess as more and more brown mush piled up underneath her. Then, with one last sigh of relief and a huge fart, Sara finished. Standing, she quickly faced her butt away from Alec, covering it with her hands. “See? I didn’t have to poopy!”. Alec couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Sara pouted angrily. Then, Alec saw a small tear form at the corner of her eye. He instantly stopped laughing, rushing over to her. “Daddy…*hic*-I thought I was a big girl! B-but I-*hic*-couldn’t stop pooping! I…I”. Sara devolved into small sobs. Alec gently wrapped his arms around the back of her head, cuddling her to his chest. Sara slowly calmed down. Messing underwear had always been a trigger for her little side to come out. From what he saw of it, Alec knew that her little side was an adorable toddler aged girl who desperately wanted to be grown up, but couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. Despite this, Sara had wanted to try pooping in panties that day. Alec had allowed it, but now he was starting to rethink it. “Sweetie, it’s okay. It’s okay. You are a big girl. You just couldn’t make it this once. That doesn’t mean you can’t make it to the potty ever again, does it?” “N-n-no” “You're right. Of course you can make it! You have before. It’s okay to have some poopy underwear once in a while”. Sara stopped her crying, hugging Alec back. “And I have to say. You made an amazing poop there, sweetie. I’m proud of you for letting that all out. Such a good girl. Well, a good and very stinky girl”. Sara grinned. “It’s okay to be a stinky girl this one time?” “Yes sweetie. It’s okay”. Sara let out a happy cheer. “I’m a stinky girl! I’m a big stinky girl with a big poopy mess in her underwear!”. Alec let go of Sara as she stood, one arm raised to the sky. Then, she turned. “Daddy, how big is it? My poopy?” “Well, it’s pretty big” “I wanna make it bigger!” “I can’t hold it anymore! I have to poop so bad!”. Hands on her messy behind, Sara danced from side to side, desperately trying to hold in her mess. But she knew it was alright to just poop then and there. “I’m going poopy!,” Sara yelled as she squatted down. Feeling the great pressure in her stomach, Sara pushed as hard as she could. A huge, wet fart exploded from Sara’s butt as a huge mound of brown mess blew out from her. “Mmf! I’m having such a big-nngh!-poopy accident! I’m such a-ah!-stinky girl!”. The babyish words helped Sara get into the right place, as she pushed even harder, filling her full panties with a huge blob of mess. The poop continued to flow out from her, until her panties couldn’t take it any longer. The mess began to travel up towards Sara’s crotch, filling the bottom and front of her panties as more poop continued to explode into the back of them. Sara couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of her underwear being so full, the babyish words of desperation and the feeling of such a huge, warm mess made Sara go crazy. Sticking one hand inside of her panties, sara began to rub furiously. The reaction was almost instant. Within only 30 seconds, Sara climaxed, falling on her side even as more poop continued to flow into her panties. Then, she was done. Standing again, Sara felt behind her. In the back, Sara felt a lump the size of several baseballs. It was such a huge turn on. “Ah…ah…such a big…mess. I had to go so bad…I pottied in my panties…” “You definitely did”. Sara felt an arm wrap around her shoulders as a hand squished the back of her panties. “Such a very good girl, making a huge, poopy mess in her undies for daddy”. Sara smiled. “It was…so good…I had to poopy so badly…” “I could tell. These things look about to burst! Here, let me get you some more”. Leaving the living room, Alec walked quickly down the hall into their shared room, returning several seconds later with an opaque package. Reaching inside, Alec removed 2 extra pairs of white panties. “Lift your leg up, sweetie. These should help”. Sara complied, lifting one leg for Alec to slide up both pairs. Sara inserted her leg into the other hole, and Alec pulled them up with an audible squish. Sara breathed heavily as her cheeks grew bright red. “Is my little girl feeling better?” “Y-yes” “Come here”. Sara walked to Alec, who had sat on the couch. “Come sit in my lap”. Sara complied, placing her messy butt into the small hole between Alec’s folded legs. Alec placed Sara’s head on his shoulder, feeling her heartbeat through his neck. “My little girl always makes the biggest messes, doesn’t she? You deserve a reward, don’t you?” “Yes! Yes, please!” “But it’s not that type of reward. I know you already had that just a couple minutes ago. But this should feel good nonetheless”. Sara closed her eyes, listening to Alec breathe. Then, she felt the hand on her butt. The hand moved, pushing, spreading the mess out until every crevice was full of it. Sara gasped, clinging to Alec tightly as her whole body went on edge. It was such a massive turn on. It felt so unbelievably good. Sara felt herself unconsciously reaching for her panties, on the verge of pushing herself to another orgasm. But Alec’s voice stopped her. “No no, baby girl. You already did that earlier. You need to wait at least until bedtime. Just relax…and let yourself feel good”. Sara closed her eyes, taking Alec’s advice. It did feel good. But even so, the desire remained. Eventually though, the desire faded out as Sara let Alec rub her messy butt. As Sara lay there, she began to feel tired. ‘It wouldn’t hurt for me to just fall asleep here…’. Sara closed her eyes, even as Alec continued. In only a half minute, Sara was fast asleep. Alec laughed quietly seeing Sara’s sleeping form. He hadn’t expected it, but the two huge messes combined with the day’s emotional exhaustion must have taken a toll on her. Alec had been in little space before, and he knew how draining it felt to stay like that, especially after pooping or experiencing a big emotion like Sara’s sadness. “Alright, sweetie. I’ll try not to wake you up, but we need to get you changed,” Alec said quietly. Placing his arms underneath Sara, Alec lifted her up. Walking down the hall towards the bedroom, Alec couldn’t help but give one last squeeze. Sara twitched, then settled, breathing deeply. Alec had underestimated how hard she had been sleeping. A change wouldn’t be difficult if she was asleep after all. Opening the door, Alec walked Sara over to the changing table. He quickly removed her now very soiled panties. Alec briefly considered keeping them and putting them back in the wash, but one look told him that they were too far gone. He tossed them in the trash. Opening the pack of wipes, he quickly wiped Sara down, eliciting a quiet whimper from her as the cold touched her skin. Alec threw the now dirty wipes in the trash, picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Alec pulled back the covers and slid Sara under them. Checking his watch, Alec saw that it was only 5:27. Even so, such an early sleep was the key to not feeling like death the next morning. Alec would probably play some Warframe until at least 9, then go to bed with Sara. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, baby girl”.
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