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  1. 🐻 Matilda the Bear By Horatio Husky Commission for ArtMckinley Chapter I. Matilda inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as the night air of the forest filled her spirit lungs and nostrils with a sweet, damp scent. The leaves and branches crunched satisfyingly underneath her large foot paws as she walked along her usual midnight stroll, the bottom of her dress billowing beneath her but above the dew covered grass, keeping itself away from its moisture. The being had dressed herself in a maternal looking apron on top of her dress, resembling the image of a motherly caretaker from decades past. She always had a habit of taking a while to catch up to modern fashions, and enjoyed staying a little behind in the times. Her figure was still intimidating despite her motherly appearance, long brown hair, a towering height of well over seven feet, and as with most females bear spirits she bore heavy set breasts and large arms and legs. As a spirit, however, she wasn’t bothered by her appearance, and fully embraced her largeness with a positive personality. Not to mention, she had other worries than how she looked. Her concerns were with the locals and their relation to the forest, keeping sure that each stayed where they belonged and didn’t bother each other too much. That’s when the car with its brights on and music blaring decided to park by the side of the road bordering the forest, her ears perked up, and she followed the source of the noise. Goodness me! If this is Tom again getting home late and drunk his wife isn’t the only one that is going to have strong words with him, she thought to herself annoyedly, remembering how one of the locals had a bad habit of drinking and driving, and how on multiple occasions she had to nurse him back to health herself. The distinct smell of booze was in the air as she approached, her sensitive nostrils picking up a few other choice scents as she drew closer. Are those teenagers out again sleeping with each other away from their parents? Goodness me the youth today truly are shameless! At last she stood next to the car by the passenger side window, she leaned over and peeked inside. Much to her horror, the scene before her was uglier than any she had seen before. Covered in sweat and runny make-up a girl who looked to be in her early twenties lay in the driver’s seat, her breath reeking of alcohol as she moaned to herself loudly, her right hand stuck in the front of her pants working its way in and out of what Matilda presumed to be her unspeakables. Several black highlights were present in her dirty blonde hair, and she was clad in what was in Matilda’s opinion, “Scant, modern rags.” “What do you think you’re doing, young lady? Do you know what time it is? And goodness gracious, do you have any idea how naughty this behavior is! Drunk and touching yourself in the middle of the forest, tsk tsk. You do know that it's a school night and the squirrel kids have to be up bright and early to go to their nut-gathering classes! And don’t even get me started on the birds and worms!” The young woman started at first, turning to gaze at the forest spirit and narrowing her eyes, having difficulty focusing on her blacked out state. Suddenly comprehension dawned on her incapacitated state of mind, and she let out a yelp. “BEAR! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP THERE’S A BEAR OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!” She fumbled with her keys to get them into the ignition, but Matilda was too quick for her. “You’re not going anywhere tonight young lady, you’re coming with me!” Before she realized what was happening, the bear had walked around the front of the car, opened the driver’s seat, and gently extricated the young lady from her car. Cradling her gently in her arms, she entered into a brisk walk back into the forest towards her home, the young lady blinking and trying to come to her senses while the world spun around her. “L-let me go! I don’t want to be eaten! W-why are you talking anyway… What are you… You’re a bear!” The young woman’s words slurred, which only added to Matilda’s disapproval, “Your behavior is absolutely inappropriate, young lady, a fine thing such as yourself has so much more potential in this world. Ladies like you should be in school learning to make the world a better place, not ravaging through drink and self-indulgence! And if not school you should be finding yourself a husband or wife! This really doesn’t suit you.” The young woman was now utterly confused. Why is this bear talking to me like she’s my mom? Did somebody slip something into my drink and now I’m hallucinating? Before long the party of two had arrived at Matilda’s cottage, a humble looking abode with smoke coming out of a chimney in the back and a comfortable looking porch in the front. “Let’s get you cleaned up now and perhaps something warm in your stomach, if it can handle it. How does that sound, kitten?” ‘Kitten’ blinked her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. The inside of the cottage looked nothing like she expected it too. They hadn’t entered a one room building like she expected, but they were now standing in the front hallway of what looked to be quite a large house. As her blurry vision cleared slightly, she saw a staircase leading up to a second floor, and several rooms connecting to each other on the first floor including a kitchen, living room, and what she presumed to be a dining room. “How… What… Wh-” “Hush now dearest, we need to get you cleaned up and in your crib! It’s way past your bed-time.” The young lady was now utterly confused, and almost completely convinced that what she was experiencing was either a hallucination or a drunkenly induced dream. “I’m never drinking again…” she muttered to herself, rather unconvincingly. “Well that’s a start at least! There’s plenty of other things I’ll be training out of you, but that's the one that’s definitely near the top of the list!” After wiping her foot-paws on the rug near the front of the door and locking the door behind her, the bear carried her charge up the stairs of her home and turned a corner, leading them into a white, spacious bathroom. Patterns of smiling ducks, sailors, and beach animals decorated the walls, and a large bathtub in the corner decorated the interior of the bathroom space. Before she had time to marvel at how clean and pristine the bear kept the place looking, Kitten found the bear was now tugging at her clothing, stripping her down naked. “What are you doing!? D-don’t take my clothes off!” The bear stopped for a moment, a patient expression on her muzzle as she set the girl down on the counter. Adopting a chiding tone, she explained, “Now now little one, I can’t get you cleaned up if you’re still wearing all this icky clothing! Not to mention they’re not fit for somebody as pretty as you. Be good now!” She shook her head, still protesting, “Stop touching my clothes you stupid bitch, I told you I didn’t want your help!” Suddenly the world shifted and turned almost upside down. Before she knew it, she was lying stomach down in the bear’s lap. “What are you- OWW!” Whap! went Matilda’s paw as she spanked her charge’s now exposed behind. She cried out, much to her own surprise as tears poured down her cheeks. Matilda tutted under her breath and continued to rhythmically deliver punishment onto her kitten’s behind. “Now look what I have to do, I don’t like giving spankings but you have simply given me no choice. I bet your mother would not approve of the potty mouth that you have developed either!” At this point the girl was now sobbing, snot coming out of her nostrils as the tears further smudged her already spread make-up. Matilda’s ears perked up, as she heard the human mutter and babble out what sounded like a pitiful apology. She quirked an eyebrow, and paused a little longer before she delivered the next smack on the quickly reddening cheeks of her charge. Well that was quick… She seems to be pretty malleable in this state… Hmm… Perhaps…? Speaking in a clear voice, she paused after her 19th spank and addressed the pitiful looking girl in her lap in an authoritative tone. “Now then, are you going to be speaking like that to Mama Bear ever again? Or do I have to show you more of what girls with potty mouths get?” Practically blubbering, the young woman shook her head and managed to stammer out, “N-no… I’m not going to s-speak like that to you again… P-promise!” She spoke, her words intermixed with hiccups and shaking sobs. Matilda realized that she was barely lucid as she lay completely still and limp in her lap, unable to resist the punishment that she had been delivering on her bare behind. She continued, maintaining the same dominating tone of voice as she further chastised, “I thought so! Drinking and touching yourself and staying out late at night, not to mention driving under the influence! You’ve been a very, very naughty girl and you’re going to get even more spanking if you keep this up! You’re lucky I’m letting you off tonight because you’re tired and probably are in great need of a bath and a good night’s sleep! Are you going to behave for me while I clean you up, young lady?” Nodding emphatically, the girl continued to sob and pant in Matilda’s lap. Matilda gently lifted her charge up and laid her head against her shoulder, standing up and supporting her underneath her bottom as she did so. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” Gently carrying her over to the bathtub she deposited her inside, turning the water on and tugging off the young woman’s shirt, the last of the clothing that she had been wearing. “Now, what should we call you?” Matilda mused to herself out loud, as she turned on the warm water and adjusted the girl’s body into a rough sitting position, pouring some shampoo into the water as it began to rise up around her legs. “Hmm… I think Annie would suit you quite nicely, don’t you think so dear?” Annie’s eyes fluttered in response, and she groaned softly, her brow furrowing in a contorted, pained expression. A second trickle sounded in the air, and Matilda quickly realized that her blacked out charge was now adding her own urine to the bathwater. “Goodness me! It’s a good thing we got you in the bath before you soiled yourself! We’re going to have to do something about that if you’re going to be sleeping on my bed sheets! Now, I should still have the nursery set up.” Turning off the faucets she drained the bath before turning on the hot water once more. Retrieving a large rag she dipped it into the steaming water and started to gently wash the girl’s body, holding her various limbs and taking great care that her washing felt soft and gentle. The bear began to hum a tune under her breath as she worked away, speaking softly and cooing over Annie as she washed the make-up from her face and dabbed at her sensitive bits, ensuring that she was clean from top to bottom. “That should do it, all squeaky clean! Let’s get you dried then.” She turned off the water and pulled the plug, letting the bathwater and soap suds swirl away as she picked Annie up and out of the tub, laying her down on a towel she had spread on the bathroom floor. Annie could barely comprehend what was happening to her as Matilda ruffled her short, tomboyish hair in a towel and wrapped her up in the one she was laying on. Satisfied that she was dry, the bear scooped her up, still wrapped in the towel and carried her out of the bathroom. Walking down the hallway she took a left before she entered a room that Annie thought must have been a figment of her imagination. It looked like a regular nursery, except every piece of furniture, toys, and even the diapers beneath the changing table seemed to be oversized. Annie blinked twice, her vision still blurry, and a singular thought bubbled up to the surface of her drunken mind, “I crashed my car, hit my head, and now I’m seeing things…”
  2. The following fics are part of the, uh…Impure Thoughts Extended Universe? Previous Two Installments These installments won’t carry the same content warning for weird Catholic BDSM elements as the first two, so I made a separate topic and added a little Clumsy Exposition(TM) The only content that could trouble an omo-happy reader here would be those awkward moments that come with a 1960s period piece, like characters saying “negro” and smoking indoors. I took my time writing due to my interest in developing Chester’s character (he’s much bolder and brasher than Joe, but in some ways just as naive) and my desire to do at least a little justice to New York City in the sixties. _______ CHAPTER 3: THE PERENNIAL NEW YORK PROBLEM Chester and Joe arrive in New York. They get a little lost, and soon Joe is in dire need of safe, clean public facilities that simply do not exist. Construction on the World Trade Center would not begin until 1966, so it is not in the background of this shot of Midtown _______ “Welcome to New York Everybody here was someone else before” - Taylor Swift _______ If you’d been at the Port Authority bus terminal that morning in 1962, you might have seen two young men carrying suitcases: one a lanky, freckled redhead with a foxlike femininity in the face, and the other a broad-shouldered, square-jawed hunk with a determined stride, a fine representation of a 1950s male beauty ideal that would soon be out of style. The redhead wore a grid check dress shirt, a bow tie, and khakis, while the hunk wore green slacks and a short-sleeved madras shirt more appropriate for the warm weather. And if you’d asked their names, as none of the hundreds of people in the bustling station did, you would have learned that the pretty redhead was called Joe and the hunk was called Chester. Their smart haircuts and quality suitcases made them look like upstanding citizens on their way to visit a wealthy auntie, but in fact they were runways. They had spent the night in a Buffalo bus station after escaping from the clutches of a perverted priest at a Catholic college upstate. Joe could scarcely conceal his adoration as he looked at Chester, who was his rescuer, his hero, and the object of his burning infatuation going on two years. Chester was less sure what Joe meant to him; he had delivered his roommate from immediate peril, but upon arrival in New York he had to consider the question, “now what?” In his fantasies he’d always been like a character in a Kerouac novel setting off for the big city alone, but now that he had actually gone through with it he had an innocent in tow, a person who was more than an acquaintance but less than a friend (or a lover), and he didn’t know what his responsibilities to him were. “Bam! Right over the bridge and we’re in Manhattan! What do you think?” Chester asked. “This is the biggest bus station I’ve ever seen,” said Joe, awestruck. “It’s the ugliest bus station I’ve ever seen,” Chester laughed as an angry-looking man side-checked him. “Golly…” “Let’s get out here and see the city.” “Excuse me, I should…um….use the men’s room first,” Joe said, spotting the sign in a shadowy far corner. He’d had a cup of sludgy coffee and a lot of water from the fountain in Buffalo, and he was feeling a twinge. The men’s room was absolutely filthy. The smell made him sick. He could hear noises in the stall furthest from the door: half-stifled moans - male - and obscene sucking sounds that echoed slightly off the tiles. An avuncular bald man wearing a suit and a wedding ring was standing with his ear pressed against the stall door. Another fellow, muscular, about thirty, was leaning against the wall opposite the urinals in tight jeans and a white T-shirt, smoking. Both of them turned to look at Joe with undisguised lust. Joe panicked. He turned and fled, shocked, scandalized, and shaken to the depths of his soul. He walked out to rejoin Chester, trying to look relieved. The last thing he wanted to do was describe what he had just seen. “Now we need to walk abreast like so and carry our suitcases on the inside so they don’t get snatched. New York is full of criminals,” said Chester. Joe looked at him in alarm. “I mean suitcase-snatching criminals, not shoot-em-up criminals, scaredy-cat.” “I’m not scared, I just - “ “It’s okay, it’s okay. I didn’t mean it that way. This is going to be great. No more classes, no more homework, no more curfew, no more banned books and music, no more priests trying to kidnap people...” “Golly.” _______ The sights, sounds, and smells of the city overwhelmed them as soon as they stepped into the street. Within a few blocks, Times Square opened up, with its vast billboards for Coca-Cola and Canadian Club whiskey. They bought some lemonade from a vendor and set off to the northeast, the direction the map Chester bought at the Port Authority seemed to indicate. They walked through a forest of skyscrapers and Joe nearly tripped over a curb because he couldn’t stop looking up at them, wondering what it was like to live or work so close to the heavens. They passed Radio City Music Hall and Rockefeller Center, places they had only heard of, and then bumped into Central Park. “Look, they have carriage rides through the park!” Joe said, “maybe we could come back here tomorrow!” The awfulness of the day before was fading away into the racket of the crowds and traffic; he was getting into the spirit of the occasion. They walked up Fifth Avenue, gawking at the decorated storefronts and the women dolled up like Jackie Kennedy in Chanel suits. They went into one of the stores just to see what it was like, and discovered an upscale display room filled with expensively simple home furnishings in the sleek, space-age style they had hitherto only seen in magazines. Joe was enchanted, while Chester privately mused that J.D. Salinger had warned him about these rich phonies. Joe attempted to greet the old men feeding pigeons around the edge of Central Park, who looked at him like he was an alien. It was early afternoon and getting hot. Their suitcases felt heavy in their hands; Joe had loosened his bow tie. They cleared the Park and noticed that their surroundings were getting shabbier, which Chester took as an indication that they were getting close to Greenwich Village. They walked past a group of black children playing in a fire hydrant someone had opened for them. The sight and sound of the water pouring into the street made Joe’s bladder wince, but it didn’t show on his face. “I’ve never seen so many colored children in one place,” Joe remarked. “Shh! In New York, you have to be hip. The modern term is ‘negroes,’” Chester corrected. He’d been reading about the battles over segregation down South in his contraband political pamphlets, and knew all the modern terms. “I’ve never seen so many negro children in one place.” “Better. You’re getting the hang of it.” They encountered a block full of old men in black coats with beards and curled sidelocks. “They’re Jews,” Chester said knowingly. “Golly!” Joe exclaimed. His immigrant grandfather, who had lived in New York in his youth before moving upstate, once told him there were all kinds of people there, including Jews, but seeing them with one’s own eyes was something else. They went to a greasy spoon called Larry’s Diner for cheap hamburgers and French fries. The food tasted like manna from heaven after a night and morning on the run. Chester took the opportunity to covertly pool and count out their meager cash savings, which would last them four to nine days depending on the frugality of their accommodations. They would have to get jobs fast to afford an apartment, much less two apartments. Joe drank three fountain sodas. He was thirsty from walking for blocks and blocks in the heat. Chester unfolded the map and furrowed his brow at it. He intercepted a man walking past their booth: “Excuse me, sir, we’re looking for Greenwich Village. Can you point us in the right direction?” “Greenwich Village!” the man said, “That’s all the way Downtown. You gotta go down to 14th Street. Maybe 13th Street.” Chester glanced out the window. They were on West 122nd Street. “Well, looks like we got a little lost,” he said. Joe put a hand to his belt buckle and glanced around. The soda was running through him with distressing speed. “Chester, do you think you can ask that man if there’s, um, a men’s room here?” he asked, looking down at his plate. Chester went to the counter and called to the cook: “excuse me, sir, does this restaurant have a men’s room?” “No,” the cook said definitively, then turned back to the grill. “Do you need to find a bathroom?” Chester asked Joe in a low voice. “Yes. I haven’t had the, um, opportunity since we were in Buffalo,” It was embarrassing to admit, after the events of the day before. The last thing he wanted to talk about was peeing. The memory of the wet spots on Chester’s sweater vest in the church basement resurfaced like a nightmare. “I thought you went at the Port Authority.” “I couldn’t go at the Port Authority,” he whispered, “there were people having relations in there. Men. It wasn’t decent.” “I thought you liked that sort of thing.” Joe froze and blushed scarlet to the tips of his ears, as only red-haired people can blush. “Sorry,” Chester said with genuine contrition. He kicked himself; he should have known that Joe was not ready to be teased about this topic, especially by a fellow he’d had it bad for for two whole years. “It’s not important. I can hold it,” Joe announced, suddenly unhappy and fearful. He’d run away from the Church, his scholarship, his family, everything he had known, and he didn’t know exactly why, or whether the person he was with actually wanted to help him. Golly, I’m such a stupid little Poindexter fairy, he thought, crossing his ankles and squeezing his thighs together under the table. He really did need to go. “Time for a bit of course correction. 14th Street. I should have been paying more attention to the grid,” said Chester, frowning. ______ The sun was dropping in the sky, reflecting off of the windows of the tall, tall buildings. They set out across Midtown and down its length again, this time in the right direction down Second Avenue. Chester poked his head into several storefronts. There were no public bathrooms anywhere. He’d heard New Yorkers were a tough breed, but he’s never thought about it from this angle. No wonder the cab drivers were so cranky and perpetually blowing their horns. They were able to stop a middle-aged woman in a green suit with fake pearl buttons, but when they asked her where they could find a public bathroom, she leaned her head back, let out a loud “ha!” and kept walking. They checked the map. Joe shifted from foot to foot. They were now south of the Empire State Building again, and getting closer to the Village, in a roundabout way. They walked and walked. If Chester had to be honest, he also wanted a piss at this point, but he obviously couldn’t match Joe’s discomfort. Joe was in front of Chester, walking as fast as a real New Yorker, his pelvis held perfectly upright and the muscles of his small, high buttocks pulled taut. "Why am I staring at his ass?" Chester asked himself. It was too hot and the city smelled like garbage. They passed more and more abandoned or near-abandoned buildings on their journey down Second Avenue. A vagrant ambled past, swigging from a bottle of gin. A young woman, dressed scandalously, had fallen asleep on the curb. An enormous rat stared at them insolently from beneath a car. They clutched their suitcases tight. The anxiety about criminals made Joe need to pee that much more. Chester spotted a crumbling building with a deep, recessed portico. Checking to see if the coast was clear, he yanked Joe inside. “Put down your suitcase. We can have a nice piss here,” he said. Judging by the smell, they were not the first people to have this idea. Joe gave him a worried look. There were fewer people on the street than in the other places they’d been, but not no one. There were cars and cabs driving past. “It’s okay, see?” Chester said, turning his back, unzipping, and pissing confidently into the corner. The pattering sound made Joe’s bladder contract and he was suddenly dying for relief, as he had been during Father MacLeary’s terrible purgation. This wasn’t decent, but it didn’t matter; it was an emergency. Chester zipped up. “Now you go. I won’t look. I’ll keep watch.” Joe turned into the corner himself, hopping up and down a bit as he fumbled with his belt. Hurry, hurry. He was starting to panic. If he didn’t get himself in hand fast enough, he might start piddling in his underwear. Oh, oh, oh. I must, I must. He took out his pecker and aimed at the corner of the portico where Chester had just peed… …and he couldn’t go. Something had seized up. He stood straining, but nothing came. He felt the leaden heaviness of all the liquid that had accumulated since Buffalo pound against some iron wall he had inside him. “I can’t go,” he whimpered. “Why not?” “I just can’t. Not here.” “Seems like you really need it, though.” He jiggled his knees. “It’s - it’s an emergency, but I can’t go. Not in public.” Chester sensed that saying “you had no problem peeing in front of me yesterday” would make things worse. Maybe that was the problem, after all - the poor guy was still mortally embarrassed and couldn’t relax. Now he felt awful for having emptied his own bladder so casually right in front of him. And for getting them lost. Joe stood for two miserable minutes trying to pee and couldn’t pass a drop. When he buttoned his pants, he groaned with the renewed pressure on his bladder, which felt to him like it was stretched to watermelon proportions. He would just have to hold it longer. He had an awful flashback to Father MacLeary’s claim that the ache of a full bladder is meant to educate rebellious humans about Purgatory. You must hold your water until we have concluded. He shivered in the warm, still air. They went back to the street and Chester observed him visibly cringe as they set off, the kind of misstep and shifty movement that, however momentary, indicated that the situation was serious. “I’m sure that when we get to Greenwich Village, you’ll be allowed to use any bathroom you want. You’re a poet, after all.” “Oh, I sure hope so!” _______ They started walking westward on East 4th Street, toward what appeared to be beatnik civilization. Long-haired young men in jeans and their beanpole girlfriends were milling around newsstands, appearing to have nothing better to do. Chester felt out of place with his crew cut, and had no way to explain to these hip strangers that it had been one of only three haircuts allowed on the Saint Sebastian campus. One of the fellows, shirtless and hairy as a muskrat, hung out of a window smoking a hand-rolled cigarette. He blew smoke with a strong, unfamiliar odor right at the boys. “Sir, do you know where we might find a restroom?” Joe asked, and for the second time they were simply laughed at. After a few more blocks, Joe stopped in front of an automat to bend over at the waist and press his slender thighs together. He felt tremendous pressure at the base of his pecker and needed to squeeze himself, needed it desperately, but knew it wasn’t decent. He crossed his legs like a girl and touched his lower abdomen gingerly. Oh, how his poor, tired, overfull bladder hurt! Here he was again, for the second time in as many days, on the verge of wetting himself in front of Chester, who was so strong and handsome and generous! “Aw Jeez,” Chester said, and placed a comforting hand on his arm, looking around to see if anyone was watching and judging. Chester could feel him shaking. “I have to go really, really bad, Chester. Why doesn’t this city have normal bathrooms?” Chester pondered. A hotel. They needed a hotel room for the night anyway; hunting for apartments and jobs was an overwhelming task and could start tomorrow. Based on Chester’s finances, it would have to be a fleabag hotel, but Joe could have a pee and they could both get some sleep. “Here, I’ll take your suitcase,” Chester said, “I’ll get a hotel room real quick and you can pee there.” “Please, can you…hurry?” Joe said, straightening up with a pained expression. The first hotel they came to was hideous, somehow in business despite having two conspicuous broken windows, and even this was out of their very short financial reach due to charging only hourly rates. Joe could hardly stand still at the counter of that horrible place. He was sweating more than the heat called for. His hair was disheveled and his cheeks were red from a sunburn that would hurt in the morning. Of course their restrooms were for customers only. And just like that, they were back on the march. Joe may have been a poet, but he knew no words in English to describe how badly he needed to pee. He had to try again, he had to. There were no alleys or cul-de-sacs that he could see, and he knew he could never tolerate the guilt and ignominy of sullying a phone booth, so when they came to another abandoned storefront, he ducked into the doorway. The doorway was shallower than the portico had been, and there were more people around, but all Joe could think about was how it hurt to hold it in after walking for miles and miles. The pressure was blinding. He was about to wet his pants in the middle of a strange city. I have to, I have to. He unbuckled and unzipped again, with Chester rushing to stand guard. “Stop, Joe! There’s a cop!” Joe did up his pants again in a flash. If there was one thing that terrified him, it was Authority. And sure enough, a bearish middle-aged New York City cop, the first cop they’d seen in awhile, was walking right by them. “Hey!” the cop hailed, “you boys. Were you pissing in that doorway?” Joe and Chester glanced at each other. What if they were wanted men upstate? What if they were already on posters? Were they going to go to prison? “The law has a pretty damned clear perspective when it comes to pissing in doorways,” the cop muttered, wiping his nose, looking behind them to see if there was a puddle in the doorway, which there wasn’t. The cop looked Joe in the eyes, scrutinizing him. Joe almost flooded his pants in his own defense. He would have been in danger of wetting himself from fear even if he hadn’t already been at the limits of his endurance. It was all he could do to clench his muscles as hard as humanly possible to hold it in against the squeezing downward pressure of terror. “Alright then,” the cop said with a tone of minor disappointment, “you seem like some nice law-abiding young men. Have a good afternoon.” They watched him walk away. When he turned the corner, Joe doubled over again, teeth clenched, legs together, hands on his knees, whimpering as he battled for enough control to keep walking. He felt dizzy and disoriented. He pictured his bladder as a lead balloon expanding inside him, massive and heavy and hot and pushing hard against his belt. Oh, Mother Mary, help me. On the next block, they spotted another hotel. The Mitchell Hotel, according to its theater-style marquee, which had seen better days. Joe started jogging toward it, and Chester took off after him. They opened the heavy Victorian front door. Behind the front desk, a tremendously fat, sweaty man in a wifebeater sat on a small metal stool, reading a newspaper and smoking. His bald head looked like a big red egg. A blackboard proclaimed that rooms were available for the night, and well within their budget. “Hello, sir. We’d like to rent a hotel room and we thought this establishment looked so lovely - “ Chester began. “Ayse, youse wants hourly rates or to stay the night?” harrumphed the man, without looking up. “We’d like to stay the night, sir.” “What are ya, queers?” “No, brothers,” Chester said, “Don and Pat Frasier. We’re traveling on business. We work in advertising - “ “Aye, misters Frasier. We gots a room for the night, if two brothers’ll be willing to share a bed,” he said, winking, as he stubbed out his cigarette in a huge metal ashtray. Chester glanced at Joe, who was gazing toward some unmarked distant horizon and shaking his right leg rapidly. “Yes, that’s fine with us. When we were little we - “ “Aye, I don’t need youse whole life story. Gimme the cash, write youse names in the guestbook and get lost. Room 18 is up on the third floor. Don’t be making any messes my old lady has to clean up, alright?” He threw his weight off the stool gruntingly and went to grab a key from the rack “Edna! Just gave room 18 to some queers!” they heard the man yell as they got on the ancient elevator. The elevator creaked alarmingly as it rose. Joe leaned back against the metal grate with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, breathing hard. He folded his arms tight over his chest so he would not grab himself in front of Chester. A horrendous sloshing shudder went through his bladder as the elevator bounced sullenly to a halt. He bent his knees and keened in his agony - “nnnmmmnnnhhhh!” - as gravity itself cruelly compressed him internally when he was so close to getting relief. When the elevator opened, he ran out into the gloomy hallway, looking for room 18. “Here it is! Here it is! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, please hurry up.” Joe bounced on his heels and Chester scurried to his side. Chester inserted the key into the latch of room 18 - or at least he tried to, but it wouldn’t go in. “Please hurry,” Joe groaned as he fumbled. Chester withdrew the key and looked at the fob. “This key says it’s for room 17.” Chester went across the hall and knocked on the dark oak door of Room 17. “Who there?! Not cleaning time! I pay! Go away!” a woman with an unplaceable accent yelled from inside. “Goddamnit, they gave me the wrong key,” said Chester. “Nnnnnnmmmmmmhhhh!” It did not even occur to Joe to be bothered by Chester’s blasphemy. “Shhh, it’s okay, just wait here. You can hold it another minute,” Chester said. “Please hurry!” Chester jogged back down the hallway, glancing back with a hopeful smile as he waited for the elevator to creep back up from the ground floor. So kind. He hadn’t meant anything by the off-color comment at Larry’s, surely not. Please hurry, Chester. Please, please, please. The ancient damask wallpaper in the hallway was water-stained and peeling. The dim light fixture on the ceiling was big and yellow and round enough that Joe couldn’t stand to look at it. Knowing that there must be a toilet or an old-fashioned chamber pot or even a random decorative receptacle in the locked room was maddening. He marched in place in front of the door, grabbing himself hard in Chester’s absence. The feeling of his urethra being squashed down helped, it numbed the pins-and-needles torment of his pecker tingling with the need to pee from root to tip, it let him hold it just a little bit longer. Please, please, please come back, Chester. I can’t wait, I’m going to wet myself again, hurry, hurry, hurry. After several eternities, the elevator creaked open and Chester ran down the hallway holding the correct key aloft like the Olympic Torch. Joe gasped. His heart leapt. He doubled over as his bladder spasmed violently, a wave of anguish crashing into him. “Ohhhhh, hurry!” he cried. Chester put the key into the lock. Joe was standing beside him with his thighs pressed together, one hand on the grimy wall and the other rubbing against his lower belly, teeth bared from the strain of clenching muscles that were fluttering with exhaustion. “Ohhh, please hurry, Chester. Please, please hurry,” His buckled knees were shaking. “Just a few more seconds, Joe.” “Oh Mother Mary help me, oh no - nnnnnnnnhhhhhhhgghhmmm!” He was wetting his pants. It was like a geyser: abrupt and unstoppable. He was pissing at full force, so hard that it made a swishing noise as it gushed out of him and ran down his trouser legs in a hot torrent. It went on for almost a minute. He didn’t have the strength to fight it; all he could do was look down and watch in horror as it happened. A huge puddle formed on the threadbare carpet. “Ohhhhhh, oh golly, oh no, I wet my pants,” he moaned pitifully. He turned the toes of his wet shoes inward and covered his face with his hands. He was fully prepared to die in that moment, even if he was certain he was going to Hell. “Jesus,” said Chester. “This keeps happening,” he lamented, touching his soaked left thigh with the tips of his fingers, “I’m so sorry.” Chester got the door unlocked and ushered Joe inside with a friendly hand on the back. The liquid in Joe’s shoes made a squelching noise. “It’s not your fault. The towering behemoth down there gave me the wrong key. When you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go. Judging from the um, odor and the stains on the carpet out there, you’re not the first.” He smiled reassuringly, looking into Joe’s teary eyes as he pulled the suitcases inside and locked the door. He liked the way Joe’s wet khakis clung to his lithe boyish body, although he couldn’t explain why or imagine admitting it. The room was as bad as Chester had anticipated. Most of it was taken up with a full-sized bed, which looked sunken in the middle. There was no telephone. The ashtrays on the nightstands hadn’t been emptied after the last guests, and there were cigarette burns on the bedspread. A number of insects had met their demise in the twin light fixtures on the wall. But there was, miraculously, a private bathroom where Joe could clean himself up and try to wash his clothes in the sink with some old soap flakes. Chester could hear him crying over the sound of the sink running. Poor Joe. Joe was primarily concerned about the puddle outside: “there aren’t any towels in here we can use to clean it up! The man downstairs said we shouldn’t make a mess,” he sobbed from behind the bathroom door. “The man downstairs is a piece of work,” Chester retorted as he opened Joe’s suitcase to retrieve some dry clothes for him. He realized that he hadn’t packed Joe’s pajamas. Goddamnit. He had to show up at the door with only white briefs and an undershirt. “Here you go, buddy. Please…don’t cry. You having an accident, it’s…nothing I haven’t seen before.” Joe looked at what Chester had handed him. “What about pants?” “You’re thinking about being presentable for dinner? I’ve never been so exhausted in my life. We should get some sleep.” “We…?” “It’s not a problem. We can sleep back-to-back like people in the old days.” It wasn’t until they were both dressed for bed that they realized just how fatigued they were. They had been on the move for over 24 straight hours. Their feet and backs hurt from walking all day, and their eyelids drooped of their own accord. Chester, who had remembered his own pajama pants at least, climbed into bed on the far side. The sheets felt grainy and the smell of the pillow left something to be desired. He turned to the wall for Joe’s modesty as he felt his lean body settle beside him. Here I am in New York City, sharing a bed with a homosexual with bladder problems who’s sweet on me, Chester thought. He didn’t have the energy to fret over the implications. They both fell into a dreamless sleep as the sun set over Greenwich Village, delaying until the next day the proper beginnings of their lives. TO BE CONTINUED
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  4. School bell rang and everyone hurried into their classes, since it’s the final exam both students and teachers were as early as possible. Every student wanted good marks of course. Our protagonist or victim I would say, was a bit late to class due to heavy traffic jam and pouring rain. She’s still in the bus which is currently stuck within the masses of vehicles. Her name is Malki, works as a teacher in an all-boys school in Sri Lanka. Today her choice of saree (a dress commonly worn by South Asian women) was a silky pink one mixed with white stripes. Small Sakura flowers increased the beauty of it. She’s a petite woman at the perfect age of 24. Fair in complexion and had an amazing pair of soft jiggly breasts with pink nipples (to match her saree probably) that was admired by the boys of all ages and vigorously grouped by her fiancé all the time. Her ass was mediocre but not bad since its been loved my many boys at school. Between those curvy and plumy thighs, there was her innocent little pussy cat (The real protagonist of the story lol), holding a full bladder right now in the bus. “Oh god when I can reach the school so I can empty the container ahhh” Malki’s bladder tortured her mercilessly. The rain made it worse. She was fidgeting all over while standing and holding the pole with her left hand. Her right hand was busy grabbing her pee hole otherwise she’ll piss in her cute saree. Almost everyone in the bus could easily see her battle against her bladder by her heavily agonized face and majority of males enjoyed her struggle. Malki was sweating all over, sweat drops flowed from her neck down into her cleavage wetting her melons, her back wash shining with her sweat. “Everybody who bought tickets for the junction now may get out of the bus.” Screamed the conductor through the people. “Finally, just another one halt to the school. Sweet relief here I come.” Malki screamed inside her head merrily imagining pissing inside the ladies peacefully. * 15 minutes passed. * “Uh god why this fucking bus won’t move. Why the fuck there’s so much traffic today” She was angry towards the stupid bus driver, the conductor and all the other drivers blocking her way to her ultimate pleasure. She knew that she’ll wee on herself like a little girl soon and flood the whole bus with her water. So her next quick decision was to get out of the bus, so maybe she can find a corner or a toilet to relieve herself. So, she swiftly squeezed through the crowd while violently grabbing her crotch. Well somewhere in the middle of the bus, a young man who read the situation perfectly took his opportunity. While Malki is rushing through the crowd he quickly put his hand underneath her saree blouse AND her blue lacy bra to feel her melons. He was able to get a good 3 to 5 seconds of heavenly pleasure. Her cute nipples were pinched hardly, and the boobs were felt well. Her boobs were slipped by his hands multiple time due to her heavy seating. His hand covered from Malki’s sweet, lovely boob sweat and he didn’t hesitate to lick it even though people were watching. “Oh, sweet gooooood aah aah aaaaaah” he just came in his pants instantly because he grabbed some high-quality boob meat and sacred titty sweat which he enjoyed well. Since her need to urinate is much greater, she didn’t want to make a scene there and quickly walked pass him while adjusting her blouse. The touch of her breasts aroused her a bit and a quick spray of piss burst through her pussy, wetting her sweet cotton panty. As soon as she got out of the bus, all she could see was thousands of people busily running here and there for their work. Her eyes quickly searched a washroom, and she couldn’t find a single. For her luck, the rain almost stopped, otherwise she’ll be in deep trouble since she left her umbrella at home. “God, I need to piss like right now. I’m late for school also. Omg what to do what to do now…” as she thought that she knew that she was slowly losing her battle with her bladder. She could have walked to the school and get the pleasure of pissing into the teacher’s commode with a privacy of four walls and a roof, but she couldn’t do that since she’s about to piss herself. Her vagina was sweating a lot and it was basically screaming to empty the bladder as soon as she can. “Aaah I don’t even care if someone sees me. I just need this piss outta my body. That’s it.” She talked to herself while squatting down while hundreds of people are walking past her. Her bladder was at last happy, so that it can let go of this heavy liquid. As soon as she squats, she saw this big trash box in the corner of the main street. It was big enough for the lady to get some privacy. “Ah that’ll do it. Finally, I can take this piss peacefully.” She thought while dashing towards it. There was no one around there. As she went behind the trash box while blocking her piss hole with both of her hands, within a split second, she quickly lifted her saree up revealing her cute cunt and plumy ass covered by her light pink cotton panty, which is also somewhat wet by the incident in the bus. As squatting she instantly grabbed the panty from behind and pulled down along her legs, revealing her curvy white bottom and then the glamours piss hole decorated with half grown black pubic hair. Just before she let her dam open, a loud battle cry was made to celebrate her victory of ‘Not pissing herself’, which might have grabbed the attention of few people. “Ohhhhh good goooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” a thick stream of transparent urine was rocketed out from her pussy as soon as the panty was out of the way whilst the queen was enjoying a pleasure of a great piss. The stream was making a loud hiss sound as it hit the cement pedestrian and the holy water made a massive reservoir behind the trash box. The stream and the sighs continued for some time. And the reservoir kept getting bigger and bigger to the point I was soaking her high heels and her saree pallu. (The loose end of the saree). From behind you could see a heavy piss stream aggressively emptying between meaty thighs into the road. Her curvy ass was completely visible to anyone who's looking from behind. She could feel the cold wind kissing her asshole and tickling her heavy working pussy and it added up to her pleasure. 60 seconds passed, yet the stream is as strong as in the beginning. Malki repositioned her legs because squatting in the same way for a long time made her legs hurt. Her bladder was emptying very fast yet there was more piss to be emptied. Some of the piss wet her legs and even her asshole. And suddenly the stream stopped. “Ahhh the best piss ever. I probably shouldn’t drink on Sunday Nights” The stream started again after a small break with a less power. While she was emptying her water sack, she checked the time. “Shit its almost 7.45 I’m way too late for school.” She thought as was enjoying the piss. At the 1 minute 40 seconds mark the stream got weaker and our lady finished doing the most private thing out in the open public, risking her self-esteem. And of course, entertaining a small audience. Since her piss-soaked panty disgust her, she decided to slide it down the legs and put it inside the trash box, instead of wearing it. Then next moment she fled the crime scene while feeling well relieved as if nothing ever happened behind the trash box. She walked towards the school confidently, despite only a piece of Saree covering a private parts. Well, it’s probably way cooler down there without a panty and her pussy probably needed that after being pressurized way too much. At 8.00 she reached the school premises as light as a feather still enjoying the trash box piss. “Ma’am I see you are late today. What might be the reason?” Headmaster stopped her right in front of the school gate. “I got stuck in traffic sir. Want happen again.” Replied Malki while thinking about her adventure. “Oh good. Quickly go to your class the exam has already begun.” “Okay. I’ll run” Malki replied as she was laughing. “Ah one thing. Make sure you don’t let boys’ copy. Do anything necessary to stop copying and cheating.” Headmaster said in a raised voice. “Okay I’ll take care of that.” Malki went to her class passing the headmaster who didn’t forget to take look at her panty-less booty popping out of her saree. She walked pass many other classrooms to find her classroom which was 11-E. All the students were doing the exam paper while a substitute examiner took care of the class. “Oh Malki, you came. What made you so late?” substitute teacher asked from her. (Apparently Malki and her are best friends for more than 5 years.) “Gotta tell you Anudi, I had to piss really bad in the traffic.” Replied Malki with sporting a naughty facial expression. “OMG what happened then?” “It was so bad I had to take the piss behind a trash box” “Oh wow. Seems like I gotta wee now, this rain makes thing worse. Anyways see you later. Take care of the classroom” Anudi went in the direction of the teacher washroom that was situated in the staff room, which is in the same building as all grade 11 classrooms. “Ok I will. Take care” Malki replied as she sits on the teachers chair. The whole piss discussion was faintly heard by some of the students at the class and they got excited a bit. Maybe they’ll do better in the exam. Meanwhile Andui peacefully sat on the commode after putting the seat down. Her lacey knicker was dropped down to her feet. And her hole was emitting a stream down to the commode through her dark bush. She didn’t sigh much because it wasn’t that urgent as Malki’s but she did felt good. The piss stream hitting the commode water made a loud bubbly sound for about 20 seconds up until her piss ended. Then she took metallic the bidet shower and kept it against her pussy from the font and press the button to wash it. Cold water stream sprayed on her vagina startling Anudi a bit. Piss drops on her vag and bush got washed away but her bush got wet. Then she took her cute girly anime handkerchief to wipe it. Like a normal person, next she smelled it and put it back to her handbag. Soon the knicker was well placed covering a buttocks and the vag. As the toilet was flushing, we went out of it like a supervillain after demolishing a building. Meanwhile Malki was sitting on her chair carefully checking on students to catch anyone cheating or exchanging answers, not knowing that her panty-less pussycat and her poor bladder will be destroyed by a sea of piss soon. The morning trash bin piss was just a teaser for the day. ❤
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  9. Sorry. This is just me fantasizing in a very self-indulgent way. Thought I'd post in case anyone else happens to like Korekiyo. (He's so pretty) I can't stop thinking about scenarios with Korekiyo (age 19 by the way). Like how he would act if he was really desperate. Would he tear up? Would he make cute noises? Whimpering and grunting? Would he fidget or would he freeze up? Shudder and tremble? And just imagine tying him up in his favorite rope while he desperate. I wonder if he'd enjoy something like that. I'd love to watch him squirm and tell him to beg for permission to piss himself. That would be so amazing. He probably looks so damn pretty when he's embarrassed or crying. I wonder if he'd let me massage his bladder while he lets it out. Or maybe massage his jawline and look him dead in the eyes while wets himself on top of me and it just soaks into our clothing. I would kill (not really) to hear his breathing getting heavy and uneven the more desperate he gets. I wonder if he'd be the type to moan under the intensity of relief after a long or heavy holding. I wanna draw him wetting so bad but he looks so damn hard to draw, especially in the positions that I'd want to draw him in. I can just imagine him on his knees with his hands between his legs and his head down to hide his shame. Or his arms crossed tightly over his chest while he stiffens up with the effort to hold back and his legs are just barely crossed. Maybe even him getting himself off while desperate... God, desperate Kiyo would be so fucking good. *internal screaming*
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  11. Hi hi! This is a story someone commissioned from me about Holo from Spice and Wolf. Hope you enjoy! If you like it, do consider commissioning me - My rates are $0.025 per word, and I can do almost any kink! Email me at [email protected] if you’re interested. The more extreme, the better - I’ve even written about (and enjoyed) toilet slavery and castration~ If you want to know the details of what was requested of me, check out the last paragraph - I can write things that are very different from this! Hope you enjoy~ -KitoKitoKito —---- It had been a long day of travel for the both of them, heading straight through two different cities to get here. The exhaustion of the movement was further elevated by the lack of sleep both had gotten the night prior - the inn they stayed at had a party going the entire night. Apparently, that was why they got such a great deal. The trading would have to wait until tomorrow - Kraft needed to be at his best to get a good deal out of the spices. “This inn looks good. We’ll get to sleep early and take care of the spices in the morning.” Holo just nodded her head, too drowsy to give much of another response. As soon as the innkeeper handed Kraft the key, he began walking up, Holo following close behind. As she did so, she smelled the cloak she was wearing over top of her and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She then sniffed at Kraft’s back and had the same reaction - both of them smelled horrible. They hadn’t changed clothes from the night before and it showed. “You really need to clean out outfits,” Holo said as Kraft turned the key in the door. “We both smell terrible.” Kraft lifted a small bit of his own shirt up to his nose and sniffed it. “It isn’t that bad. I’m tired, let’s just clean them in the morning.” He dumped his bags at the foot of one of the beds. Holo immediately responded by sitting on said bed. “I refuse to let you sleep until you clean them. Have you forgotten my heightened sense of smell? This is unbearable.” Kraft sighed. “Fine. Give me your clothes. If I’m going to clean, I’m taking the spare outfits with me as well - those need to be washed too.” He dug into his bags and pulled out a few sets of clothes, then emptied the other contents out onto his bed - just basic hygiene supplies. Holo smiled. “Good. Also, try to find an apple or something to eat while you are out there.” Kraft rolled his eyes and faced the wall as Holo removed her clothing, handing it all to him in a messy pile. He took it with his eyes closed and exited the room, carrying it all in the bag he emptied out. “Be quick.” As soon as Kraft closed the door, Holo took a second to stare at it, realizing her mistake. They had only made one stop near the beginning of the journey, and Holo hadn’t even used the bathroom during it. She considered shouting at him from the door, but decided against it - no need to have the whole inn know about her issue. She opened the door a tad and looked to see if the bathroom was nearby. There was one, but it was all the way down the hall, past a multitude of other rooms, and multiple other guests were moving around. She wouldn’t be able to sneak over naked. She closed the door and thought about what she should do. She looked through the rest of the bags - no clothes at all, Kraft had taken everything. She considered using the bags as covering, but quickly dismissed the idea - no way that would work. Her only option was to wait. She laid in her bed, holding her tail against her pussy to keep it in - she didn’t need to go that badly, it wouldn’t be super difficult to wait. And soon, an hour had passed, and Kraft still hadn’t returned. There was no way it would take him this long, she thought to herself. In truth, Kraft had fallen asleep by the fire where he was warming the clothes, and he wouldn’t be waking up for a long time. Holo didn’t know this of course, but she could guess that something like that had happened. She stood up, holding her legs together and squirming. This was humiliating - she wouldn’t be forced to push her body in this way. She was going to let it out, even if she had to do it in their room. And since it was Kraft’s fault, he could deal with the consequences. She got onto the bed he had claimed, kneeling on top of it, and released her bladder. She let out a sigh of relief as the golden piss began to fall in a stream between her legs. Better to piss on the bed so it would just soak it up instead of having to clean up the floor, right? It dampened the sheets, turning them from white to yellow, slowly spreading out the soaked spot more and more until a puddle of urine began to form on it. It was a slow, steady stream - she didn’t see any need to force it out. Some of it trickled down her legs, making her shiver - it was an unpleasant sensation, but whatever. At some point, a stream running down her legs diverted to her tail, and she quickly lifted it up to keep it from getting soaked. The stream kept coming and coming - she had been holding for a long time. She eventually climbed off the bed and just started to piss straight on the ground - she wasn’t so cruel as to leave such a huge puddle of piss on Kraft’s bed. As she did so, another puddle of it began to form on the ground, the steady stream hissing as the puddle soaked the underside of some of Kraft’s bags. Some of it fell between the cracks in the floorboards, dripping into another room below her, causing the guests staying there to be confused and bewildered at the yellow liquid dripping on their beds. Eventually, the stream turned into just a few drops, and the well ran dry. Holo sighed in relief once again, grabbing a blanket off the bed to first wipe her privates and her legs off, then clean up the floor. She had no idea how full her bladder really was, but she didn’t care that much - Kraft wouldn’t even need his bed at this rate, he’s getting enough sleep down there. She threw the blanket back onto his bed and fell onto her own, falling asleep before even bothering to cover herself with her own blankets. Needless to say, Kraft was very confused the next morning. —------- Thanks for reading the story, I really hope you enjoyed it! The request was Holo not being super embarrassed about peeing, more seeing it as just something she had to do. The one who commissioned me was pretty specific about what they did and didn’t want, which is completely fine - I knew exactly what to write for them 😄 Although I’m also happy to work without restrictions; I have a few times and my customers were definitely happy. Again, if you’re interested, email me at [email protected] for more info!
  12. (Fictional) So, you’ll never guess how bizarre my experience was telling my girlfriend Emilia my feelings. So, we’re both girls and she was always talking about how much she liked this guy or that guy or who knows what. Yet, when push came to shove and said guys ever tried to make a move on her, she’d reject them without a blink. She’s beautiful you see, I mean you look at her and think she should go into modelling, and we know how competitive that is. To me she was my best friend, someone I really connected with. She is smart, cunning, beautiful, err… See, I had a crush on her for years at this point but we’d been friends since high school and I never heard her once mention being into girls unless it was in a fake sorta “girl crush celebrity crush” thing. I didn’t want to risk messing up our friendship since she’s probably not into girls. But, there were moments where I wondered if just maybe she felt the same. The glint in her eye when we’d be talking for hours, the way that she laughed at my jokes that no one else did. This story took place when we were both 19 and freshmen at the same University. And of course, here we were again, talking about- “BOYS! am I right?” she said throwing her head back in laughter. “He should just give it up” I laughed. If you’re curious about how we look I’ll give you a quick description. My name’s Amanda, I’m 5’6, slim build, I have curly long blonde hair and a few small light freckles around my nose. I have light blue eyes and have been told I’m “crazy girly,” So that’s me lol. Amelia is about the same height as me, slim build, has gorgeous long brown hair that she curls the bottom of, light brown eyes, and is girly too but doesn’t wear dresses everyday like I do. Anyways, back to the story. Then the bell rang and it was time to go home. Amelia said she would come over to my place to study Chemistry together. She was quite a bit better at it than me so I of course was in. As we were about to leave the school Amelia stopped walking for a second. “Actually, I’m just gonna run to the bathroom for a sec, all that lemonade went right through me." It had been a pretty hot day earlier. We did indeed drink quite a lot of water and juice to stay hydrated. Now it was about 5:30p.m. and a nice cool breeze had picked up making the temperature rather perfect. I just stood outside the doors and enjoyed it. A moment later Amelia returned, “darn, they’re being cleaned right now.” “You could probably just go in anyways.” I said. “It’s okay, I’ll wait till we’re at your place.” she said. Funny enough, Amelia was a bit shy when it came down to it, so it’s not unlike her to not want to disturb someone just doing their job cleaning. We began our 30 minute walk to my student residence. I lived in a small house I rented with 3 other students. They were all on exchange programs right now so I had the place to myself for a while. After about 5 minutes of walking I noticed Amelia was sort of gripping the front of her shirt every so often and walking a little strange. I’ve always fantasized about omorashi practically as long as I can remember. So I couldn’t help myself but wonder and asked. “You alright?” “Hmm?” she said. “You’re just walking a little weirdly, did you hurt your foot or something?” She laughed a little. “No no, honestly I just really need to pee. I didn’t realize how bad it was. Haven’t had to go this bad in forever.” “We could go back if you’d like?” I offered (secretly hoping she’d say no). “It’s fine, we’re already on our way. I can hold it.” she said. We continued talking about our days at school, we took different courses so our schedules were completely different. I noticed that the more minutes that passed the more erratic her breathing became and she began to stutter just a little every so often. I couldn’t help but feel incredibly hot and aroused. I didn’t know what to do, I just wanted this moment to last longer and kept stealing glances at her trying not to make it obvious that I was pretty much staring. I notice her inching her hands downwards as if trying to resist holding herself in front of me and people we were walking by. She was trying to act normal, how cute I thought. About ten minutes from my place she stood still and crossed her legs suddenly and her face went a bit red. I turned and looked at her. “You okay, Emilia?” “Sorry, I just needed to cross my legs. Fuck, I need to go pee.” she said. “We’re almost there” I said. I put my hand on her shoulder and gently stroked her arm. She looked up at me and I smiled at her. She collected herself and took a deep breath. “Okay, I can make it," she said. I was going crazy inside. I couldn’t help it, I basically loved this girl and here she was playing out my biggest fantasy. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t clear my mind of all the things I wanted to do with her right now. We walked even slower to try and make it easier for her moving her legs less. We got to my front porch after 10 minutes and she stood at the base of the three steps leading up to my front door. “…just.. give me a sec.” she said. She bent over and took a couple more deep breaths. She stood up as straight as she could and walked very slowly up the steps and stood beside me. All I wanted was for this to last longer, to pretend I forgot my keys maybe. But I also didn’t want her to be in discomfort longer than needed if she’s suffering or something. I took out my keys and began fumbling with them to grab the right one. I looked at her and noticed she was holding herself bluntly now and bent over a bit staring at my hands as I put the key into the lock and turned it. She began to dance just a little on the spot and bent her head down as I opened the door. It was so fucking cute, I must have been red as well. I was about to open the door when she did her best to stand up and looked right into my eyes and said. “I really don’t know if I can make it inside Amanda,” she looked so sad. I could see tears welling up in her eyes just a little. And she was not one to cry, I mean barely ever have I seen her shed a tear in all these years. “You can, it’s just a few more steps.” I said. “I really can’t, if I move I think it’ll start coming out,” she said, her voice a little shaky. I guess I really just couldn’t hold back after she said that.” “Want me to help?” I asked. “You could lean on me or something.” (I really was wishing I could help in another way though.) She looked at me with her big brown eyes and gave me a little nod. I just stood there for a second. Mesmerized. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The girl I was helplessly in love with standing in front of me, looking right into my eyes, desperate and unable to hold it in well enough to walk. I seriously couldn’t move either for that moment, it was a bit of a long moment though so she eventually began to look a little puzzled at me while beginning to dance just a little again. “Amanda?” She asked. “Sorry- I just uhhh…” I put my hand out slowly on her shoulder again and gently stroked down her arm to her hand. I noticed her face go redder. She crossed her legs together tightly and took my hand into hers and held it firmly. She looked at me with a pained glance. And that was all I could take. I walked right up to her and looked into her eyes and began moving in slowly to kiss her. Really slowly to see if she’d pull back or try to stop me. But instead she closed her eyes and moved in and kissed me right then. She gripped my hand even tighter and we began kissing passionately and I put my hand around her back and held gently onto her hair as we kept kissing. I noticed her body moving a bit erratically as we kissed and wondered how she was doing with that situation still. I tried to look down out of the corner of my eye and noticed her legs shaking a little and her free hand holding herself tightly digging her fingers right in to her jeans to hold on. I pulled back for a moment and without saying anything I opened the door and helped her step inside and closed the door behind us. I turned around to see her still standing right by me, unable to move from holding herself and crossing her legs. Even so, she was still staring at me smiling a little and took one hand to pull me back to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her slightly so her back was facing the wall. Then I led her backwards and pressed her against it. I looked at her and began kissing her again suddenly and moved my right hand off her shoulder and moved it slowly down her side and over her butt and rested it there for a moment. God her body is hot. I felt back up and squeezed her boob. She let out a slight moan. My hand wondered right to her crotch where her other hand was holding firmly. I began to try and put my hand under hers and heard her whimper a little with concern. I looked at her and once my hand was under hers I held her as firmly as she had been. She breathed out in relief and I saw her relax just a little with my help. This was all so surreal, I could not believe it was happening. I began rubbing my hand slowly up and down and she began moaning so softly into my ear. I used my other hand to unbutton her jeans and zip them down. She moaned out louder as my finger unzipping the zipper went over and pressed her bladder softly. I looked at her. “Can I take these off?” She nodded and I could tell she was bracing herself and I took my hand away from holding her crotch. I then quickly pulled her jeans down over her hips and slid them down to her ankles where she slowly and carefully stepped out of them. I quickly opened the sofa bed just a few feet away and led her slowly over to it. She held onto herself the whole time and sat down on the sofa. I got on top of it beside her and gently laid her backwards and she shifted up so she was completely on it lying down now. Still holding herself and whimpering just a little. I could tell she was in a lot of discomfort. I laid beside her and put one arm under her head, holding her to me slightly. I then stroked down her body with my other hand and lightly over her bladder. She winced. I tried to move her hand away from her crotch but she wouldn’t let go. “I’m going to wet myself if I do that…” she said worriedly. I began to kiss her again and as I did slowly maneuvered my hand under her holding her firmly again at first but as we continued kissing I very slowly reduced my firm hold and began stroking her over her panties. For a moment she seemed to give in and started kissing me harder and moaning louder. Then she suddenly squeezed her legs together tightly and I felt the smallest damp spot on her panties. She pulled back. “I’m sorry, I can’t hold it if you do that.” “It’s okay, just relax.” I said, seeing the pained expression on her face. I doubt it was easy for her to stop herself there, it probably hurt a little. I kissed her again and gently tried spreading her legs. She wasn’t moving them at first and I started to just press on her clit and stroke her with her legs closed. She was shaking just a little and moaning as she put her hand around my back and dug her nails in a little. I then put my hand under her panties gently, avoiding her bladder, and tried to move my fingers down. She moaned louder and opened her legs finally to allow my hand to touch directly on her clit. I began rubbing it and she gasped. She clenched her legs together. I whispered “It’s okay, relax Amelia.” as I used my arm to press on her bladder a little. She dug her nails harder into my back. “-but…” I pressed harder on her bladder and pushed at her legs with my hand. She opened them and I immediately started stroking her clit fast and with more pressure. I felt her body tense fiercely under me as she moaned out. I cut her moan short as I kissed her hard and I felt her body relax under me as she released her nails from my back. I felt it right away, she started peeing right on my hand as I continued stroking her. She pulled away from my kiss and started moaning so loudly and smiling with relief. I kept rubbing her clit as I felt her stream strong against my fingers and not seeming to ever end. When she finally stopped peeing, she continued moaning and I kept up my pace. She held onto the bed with both her hands and dug in her fingers. “I’m cumming!” she said. I saw her stomach clench and relax as she moaned out so loud I thought the neighbours might hear. I just stared at her as she orgasmed, I couldn’t help it. I stop and leaned in, kissing her once more. We lay there in silence for a moment. “What just happened?” she finally said, smiling and laughing a little. “Well, I’d been meaning to tell you…” I said, laughing myself. “I kinda guessed. I feel the same way about you, I just suck at saying anything,” she smiled. And that’s how we found out we liked each other. We’ve had many more amazing experiences together since and we’re still together. Funny enough, she later told me she had never had a pee fetish before but that day had changed everything for her. *note: I didn't really proof read this so hopefully the grammar is okay. If you have any story requests let me know! Any feedback is appreciated, lmk what you think of this story ^.^
  13. Has everyone here seen her? Basically a mainstream porn actress who does a LOT of pee porn https://www.pornhub.com/pornstar/odette-delacroix and wet diaper videos https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/71256/ageplay-247-/Cat0-AllCategories/Page1/SortBy-bestmatch/Limit10/search/odette delacroix. There's one video in particular I'm looking for: Doctor's Orders Diapers Forever. She supposedly has several accidents and ends up being put in diapers by a hot tech at her doctor's office. All I can find is the trailer. 😡 She's 5'0" and 88 lbs with adorable A Cups. Here's the trailer: https://www.youporn.com/watch/12606639/ageplay247-doctor-s-orders-trailer/ Of course, the usual warning, the above pages contain nudity and porn.
  14. Haiii ^-^ these are my eettijgs for this month! Sorry there arent many, i was quite busy with youtube and everything, sorry ;-; Ill hopefully do more wettings soon :3
  15. Cute girl wets her jeans and panties + jerk off instructions View File Some screenshots Submitter joshnolan Submitted 03/27/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans
  16. I've found this video a few days ago and decided to share it here. I recommend you to check her profile because the stuff she uploads is good. https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/pissing-in-my-pants-and-on-the-floor-40098171 Here's the rip : Pissing in my pants and on the floor.mp4 PS - there's nudity in the video.
  17. While looking for videos on Twitter, I also stumbled across these 1054 photos, mostly of cute Japanese girls in pullups and diapers (but also some other random stuff tossed in). Full zipped file is here: DZVEzvcU0AA3upX.zip And a couple samples: ps. might be some cute trans girls in there too.
  18. This girl is insanely cute, I especially love the look of enjoyment and sheer pleasure on her face as she pees her jeans. Any chance someone could rip this (and possibly crop the black off the sides)? Explicit warning: she has her shirt pulled up and shows the bottom half of her boobs. https://iheartwetting.tumblr.com/post/178909317513#notes Also, know of any similar videos?
  19. This story does involve bathroom usage, but there was no wetting or anything and the story is about a little boy so I don’t want people to be masturbating to this so I’m not posting it in omorashi general. I went skiing over the weekend. Now, it’s notoriously hard to use the bathroom while skiing, as you have to get all the way down the mountain, get your skiis off, lock them up, walk in your uncomfortable and hard to walk in ski boots into the lodge (and in my case down a flight of stairs) and all the way to the bathroom, where you then have to lower all your layers, including the hard to remove snow pants, in order to use the tiolet/urinal. And kids are known to not want to try and use the bathroom until they really have to go, especially when getting ready to ski at the ski lodge. Anyway so I was skiing on Sunday and my family and I had stopped to have lunch in the lodge and before we went back out I decided I should use the bathroom. I go downstairs and enter the bathroom. In it I see a young (somewhere between 5 and 8) boy and presumably his father. They had just entered the bathroom and the boy is kind of standing around. I head towards a stall and see him struggling to get his snow pants down in front of the Urinal. I peed in the tiolet and walked back out of the stall and to the sink to wash my hands and this kid is still trying to remove his clothes. Finally, a few seconds later, he gets his clothes off and starts peeing in the urinal. What i heard next was priceless: in the most happy excited high pitched voice, this kid says “dad, I didn’t pee my pants!!” I don’t know what was going on in his head, but his tone of voice made it sound like this was a first, or at least it wasn’t so common for him to make it to the tiolet while skiing. It’s very likely that there was just one accident and he was just proud of making it this time, or he was new to skiing and this was only the second time he had had to pee while skiing, and that the other time had ended in an accident, but his tone of voice definitely suggested that this was exciting and maybe a little unexpected, or at least that there had been one or more instances of peeing his pants. Just thought that was really cute to hear and thought I would share it here.
  20. Pissed panties.mp4 https://xhamster.com/videos/pissed-panties-10741405
  21. Haiii ^-^ i just thought id upload my wettings of 2018, pletu of pics for chu all to enjoyyyyy :3 These were all different pics taken throughout 2018, but all on the same pjs ^-^ Also i added one last lil diaper pic just for fun, aint i a super cute little kitty potty pants? :3
  22. Girl wets her panties while sitting on the floor, then take them off and put them in her mouth. Nudity in the video. https://thisvid.com/videos/cute-girl-eats-her-panties/ Here's the rip : Cute girl eats her piss soaked panties.mp4
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