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  1. Hey guys, Last Halloween was eventful, and this Halloween was even more so. It was like, sensory overload. Not just with all of the events that I went to, which were exciting enough in and of themselves, but also the desperation sightings, which there were many. Very many. Some of which were very intense; there were even a few ladies that definitely needed to poop, which I’ve never seen at a bar or club before. I thought that I might see a few desperate ladies while I was out, but it definitely wasn’t something on the forefront of my mind. For some reason, it was everywhere this past weekend, and I have more than a few sightings to share with you guys. There’s a lot of them, so I won’t be posting them all at once. For the two poop desperation sightings I had, which were incredible, I’ll definitely mark it for those that want to skip it. For now, here is your first sighting: *********** I went out over a 2- day period. I went out on Halloween, and the night after, since there were still a few events going on that night. I had a sick ass costume. I ended up going as a detective, and people actually thought that I was a cop. They were like, “have a good night Officer,” and asking me for directions. Little things here and there, everyone walked in a bubble around me, it was pretty funny! At the first club I went to, this actually lead to my first sighting. I was standing in the “lobby” area of the club, away from all of the noise and the dance floor. I needed to make a phone call, but it was still too loud, so I just stood there texting. The bathroom was in the corner, and there was a line starting to form, leading out into the lobby, and it eventually stretched over to where I was standing. Naturally, this raised an eyebrow for me. I’m not omo- minded 24/7, but anytime I see a long ladies line, I can’t help but take some interest. There were some very pretty ladies in line, but only one seemed squirmy. She was excessively squirmy actually, her restlessness was definitely driven by a full bladder. She was stepping from foot to foot, and had one of her fists clenched. She crossed her legs and rocked too and fro. Not vivaciously, but just enough for the trained eye to know that she had to pee, uncomfortably so. She also looked a little unsteady on her feet, she probably had a lot to drink. She was about 10 feet away from me or so, as I subtly checked her out. She looked Hispanic, 5’4”, with respectable curves, dressed in a devil costume (ironically). She was pretty cute. But as I eyed her from close by, she suddenly turns to me, legs still crossed, and smiled a sultry smile. I felt myself blush a little, having been caught checking her out. I was feeling pretty confident though, so I smiled at her back. ”Hi there,” I mouthed over the loud music. She gave me a cute wave, and tried to mouth something. I mouthed back that I couldn’t hear her. In response, she stepped out of line, with quite a few ladies waiting behind her. I noticed this but said nothing. ”I said I like your costume,” she said, “are you actually a cop? You look like one!” ”You like a man in uniform huh?” I teased, as she crossed her legs again, this desperate woman now face to face with me, squirming subtly. ”Of course I do! Cops are badass! Are you a cop? Or the military?” ”No, but I did a ride along once!” We continued talking. Her name was “Bianca,” so we’ll call her, and she’s an orthodontist. Honestly, a very interesting person! Over the course of 5 minutes, she started cozying up to me, and at one point, she grabbed my hand, and put it around the small of her back. She had definitely been drinking. I was pretty buzzed too, but as much as I was enjoying her company, I was definitely not on the same level she was, and I could tell she wanted something I wasn’t comfortable enough to give her. ”Who are you here with? Where are you friends? Why aren’t they waiting with you?” ”Oh they went to get me a drink while I waited in line!” ”You probably should’ve stayed in line! Look how long it is now!” I said, pointing to the line. ”Oh my gosh I know, I have to pee so bad!” She giggled, and did an exaggerated pee dance. She stepped in place and clenched her fists at her sides, hunching over with a desperate but humorous smile on her face. ”You should get back in line before you make a scene!” I teased, looking at her squirming legs. ”How would I make a scene?” She asked dumbly. ”Well if you wait any longer your going to have to pee even more.” ”Oh my god I knoowwwww!” She giggled, bouncing up and down. “Wait in line with me!” We got in line together, and now she was actively stepping back and forth, first little steps, then larger steps. We flirted back and forth, and occasionally she would cross her legs and lean on me when I made her laugh. I was incredibly aroused, but I knew I shouldn’t do anything. After awhile she moaned and crossed her legs, and grabbed the cuffs of her daisy dukes. She was clearly desperate. It would’ve been obvious to anyone. Her butt wiggled around as she squirmed, and I couldn’t help but stare as she turned to look for her friends, legs crossed and bouncing lightly in place. Shortly after that, her friends came back with drinks, each one of them with a varying level of sobriety. They were super rowdy, and one of them was immediately confrontational with me. She asked me why I was in the ladies line, and of course, I told her that her friend Bianca asked me to keep her company. The sober friend defused the situation, and I politely introduced myself. Also a very nice woman, very pretty too. She thanked me for staying with Bianca, she didn’t know how drunk Bianca was going to get. By then, I was trying to head back to my group. They had been waiting for me, and they were starting to text me asking where I was at. “Bianca I gotta head back to my group. Lemme get your number real quick!” She gave me a dopey smile, and she pee danced back and forth, one foot in front of the other, as she gave my her number, and we exchanged each other's Instagrams. She tightly crossed her legs and smiled as I entered my information into her phone. ”Have a good night Officer Alex,” She drunkly giggled. I laughed, told her to stay out of trouble, and rejoined my group. I didn’t see her again the rest of the night.
  2. Chapter 1 Daria was dying. Her bladder pressed hard against the tight waist of her khakis that cut off at the ankles to show off her sexy feet in designer flip flops. Her tight top stretched tight over her boobs as her tits erected out like arrowheads from the pressure she dealt with. The physical agony was bad enough. Those five water bottles she sucked down throughout the party had really gone to her. She was sitting and talking to some other twenty something years olds like herself from around town in her college campus while crossing and shaking her legs aggressively. “Oh holy crap,” she whispered to herself. So low, as it was from an intense and slight pulse that made her feel like her belly would pop out any second. Her toes curled as her feet shook and sweat fell down her head. “Why did I drink so much and hold it for so long?” She wondered. Daria got up from her chair and prayed there wouldn’t be a line at the bathroom. Apparently there was only one in the house but alas, she stopped in the hallway and threw her arms up in frustration then rubbing her hands down her face as her legs squeezed over each other tight. She stated at three other girls as beautiful as she was squirming gently outside the bathroom door painfully holding back their bladders as well. The one at the front, Erin, was in a red sweater and black tights with slippers. She held her hand gently against her crotch as she bounced with an annoyed expression across her face. Behind her was Alex. A thin and tan hottie with long legs in short short jeans and a red shirt with buttons. Her arms wrapped around her chest and bit her lips as her foot tapped. Behind her and in front of Daria was Joanna. A tall gal with tight blue jeans and wearing a purple top. She stood with her legs crossed and hands in her pockets. Anxious and in agony . Daria walked up asked, “Um, I’m sorry to trouble you. But....could I possibly cut in front?” The girls all turned their heads shocked as they were bouncing around themselves. “Hells no.” They each replied. Daria felt like collapsing to her knees and crying however, she had to pursue on. She squirmed at the end of the line, legs rubbing against each other and feet pacing back and forth as she worried and held in a watery load anxiously. Meanwhile not far behind was Billy. A horny omorashi obsessed guy who from behind the corner of the wall started to cum himself in aw from watching those four beauties squirm . To be continued
  3. The scene I want to draw attention to starts at 26:40 seconds into Skins (UK) Season 4, Episode 1: “Thomas”. It’s pretty short, about a minute, and just shows a minor character super desperate for the toilet outside someone’s house. Once the door is unlocked, she sprints inside shouting about it coming out. It was pretty surprising for me to see to be honest, so although I don’t have a link to the episode as I was watching in Netflix I felt I should post about it. However I’m not sure if I’m allowed to post this since the character in question is underage. I think. I actually don’t know their age but they look it. So moderators... please don’t ban me if it’s not allowed! Just delete my post. Please. I really love this forum and I don’t want to get kicked off just for trying to spread awareness of a scene.
  4. https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=sUzRTtGk6UI https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=GZrXj2Zgm8Q Two videos uploaded on YouTube today, both featuring girls desperate to pee on car rides. Don't think either of them are fetishists.
  5. I like a girls panty - wet and dry! Maybe you remember Renate, the girl from my story “ I made a girl hold it all day long “? I made Renate wait until she could not hold it anymore, I made her hold until she was starting to leak. She walked for hours beside me with her panties wet from her pee. She told me that she was leaking, but she did not piss herself. She was waiting until I did let her go. On the other side it is so great for me that a little piece of fabric between a girls thighs, just over her slit can keep a girl from peeing. A girl could easily pee through the fabric, the panty could not really stop her to piss, but a good girl don’t wet her panties, not even if she is full to burst, not even if her bladder is swollen and bulging, not even it is painful for her to hold it. A girl has to wait and her panties have to stay dry! How do you like the panties of a desperate girl? Dry or wet?
  6. (This story is about the same characters as my my other story about a holiday, but takes place a few months later at Christmas. I’m going to write some more of the original story later, but as it’s Christmas and I need to get back into practice before continuing my other story as the next chapter will be really important I’m going to be writing this [shorter] story first.) Chapter 1: “Dear Diary: As it’s been a few months since me and Karen came home from Portugal, and we haven’t done much together despite us having started dating, we’ve decided that today I’m going over to her apartment for a Christmas party! This is going to be so much fun! I haven’t seen her in days so I’ve been kinda lonely; it’s gonna be nice to see her again. -Rosalynne, December 20th 2019.” I stand up from my desk, having finished writing today’s entry. I never used to keep a diary but I’ve started recently because it lets me write down things to remember or look back on when I’m older. I look over at the clock: ”17:10!? I need to get going! I can’t let myself be late, especially after she’s thrown a party just for us!” I was smart enough to already put on my outfit, a fairly long blue tartan skirt and a button-down collared shirt. It’s a bit mismatched, the lower half of a conservative schoolgirl and the upper half of a businessman, but it’s comfortable and I don’t care much about fashion. I grab my ushanka off the hatstand and run out the door. Immediately, the freezing cold weather hits me. It’s not the worst I’ve ever felt, but I can tell it’s in the negatives. I pull my hat on a little tighter, as although I’m very cold resistant even I’ve started to feel the chill recently. The air is filled with a mixture of snow and hail, pretty typical for this kind of year. Karen’s house is a fair distance away. Usually I’d take the bus or get someone to drive me, but I’ve start jogging recently to start being more healthy, so today I’m just going to do that. I start jogging. I’m pretty out of shape though so about halfway there I have to give up and walk, but it’s fine. I’ve got enough time to spare. ................................................ 15 minutes later I arrive at her house. I’m tired from running for the last couple of minutes so I sit down on a bench outside for a bit and enjoy the cold. By 17:30, I’m standing at her doorway, nervous about pushing the doorbell or even knocking. However, I am distracted from my anxiety about that by my bladder, reminding I didn’t use the bathroom before leaving. “Later.”, I tell myself,”I’ve just got here, I’ll go in a bit.” Before I press the doorbell Karen opens the door and greets me excitedly: ”Hey, Rosalynne! I’ve missed you!” ”H-hi!”, I reply. We’ve been a couple for ages now, but it still makes me nervous whenever I talk to her. ”Aren’t you cold, wearing just a skirt? You’ve got a hat on at least, but no coat?” ”No, not really. I like the cold weather. Besides, being cold doesn’t matter when I have you to warm me up!”, I say, and give Karen a hug. Karen hugs me back. “She’s so warm! I guess she would be... she’s been inside after all.” “Anyway,”, Karen says, unhugging me and leading me to the sofa,”did you get all the Christmas songs together?” Midway through removing my hat, I suddenly remember that me and Karen did put together a list of all our favourite Christmas songs and put copies of all of them on CD. But naturally, I’ve forgotten the CDs. I reach into my pockets, trying to find the discs, but with no success. I find the USB flash drive I prepared as backup though, so all is fine. Karen takes the drive and sticks in into her music setup, and within seconds the playlist is coming through her speakers. ”You know, I’m surprised you brought anything that modern! I was half expecting you to be carrying a bunch of 12-inch Vinyls, or a box of cassettes maybe.”, Karen jokes. ”I considered it. I thought it would be good if I turned up with some MiniDiscs to really surprise you, but I decided against it since you don’t have the hardware to play them.” ”True, I suppose.”, Karen says and sits down on the sofa next to me. I readjust my legs to feel more comfortable, starting to wish I’d remembered to pee before leaving home. ”You know, Karen?” ”What?”, she asks. ”I think we’re going to have the best Christmas ever.” End of Chapter 1: I’m super exited to write this. I love a good Christmas story. And I’ve really missed writing these characters too, I really got attached to them. When this one is over, I’m going to go back and continue my other story too, although I do want to use these characters in some other stories someday.
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  8. Author's Note: Hi all! Just a quick reminder, this is a story involved anthropomorphic animals. This opening chapter doesn't contain desperation, but does set up the rest of the story. There will also be humiliation/domination themes throughout, so if this is something you don't enjoy please be aware! I'd love any feedback ya'll may have all well. Thanks! Chapter 1: "You've disappointed me, Subira." The deep, masculine voice cut through the air like a knife. Subira involuntarily pushed her canine ears back against her head. They lay flat as she stared down at the ground, utterly ashamed. Subira took pride in her position. She worked incredibly hard to please her King, her master. Knowing she had failed in such a public fashion was mortifying. "I give my most humble apologies, my King." She spoke from her kneeling position. The young female jackalfolk didn't dare look up. She didn't deserve to meet his gaze. The drought plaguing her people was the worst many had seen in years. It hadn’t rained in months. Their best shamans pleaded with the gods to send water, but so far their cries seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Earlier in the day she had carelessly knocked down a servant carrying several clay pitchers full of water on a tray. Water that could have slaked the thirst of many citizens. Semut, her master, sighed. Normally, someone in his court making a mistake like this wasn't too difficult. But Subira had made it during the worst time, and in front of too many witnesses. He couldn't write it off, even if he'd have preferred to let someone he valued so highly off with a light judgement. He had to punish her, severely, for the transgression. More than that, it needed to reflect what she had done. Wasted water during a drought. He would have to think on it. Frustrated, he sent her away. "Return to my chambers at first light. I will begin your punishment then." Semut growled. He rose from his chair, flicking Subira away with an irritated paw. What was an appropriate punishment for one of his favorites for making such a stupid mistake? He couldn’t simply take away several days water rations from her. She would dehydrate, not to mention he still needed her to be able to perform her duties. She was one of the best in his court when it came to acquiring things. But how could Subira possibly pay back such a debt? Subira woke early the next morning. She had slept fitfully, not knowing what today would bring. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she got up, feeling the previous day’s burden upon her. She felt such a heavy guilt, knowing just how much precious water she had wasted. Hopefully Semut would help her atone more than just dole out some sort thoughtless of sentence. Subira doubted he would hurt her physically. She’d seen the king’s eyes upon her before. She knew she was a beauty to behold. She also doubted he would let her off easily, despite being one of his favored workers. Semut was known for handing out tough, but fair, judgements. She took her morning piss before dressing herself in some of her plainest clothes. A simple white cotton shirt that still showed her flat belly while covering her ample breasts, and a white flowing skirt to cover her lower body, cutting off at the knee. Realizing the sun would be coming up soon, Subira quickly made her way to Semut's chamber. The sun was just started to creep into the sky when she reached his entrance, and she knocked quietly. "Come in." Subira heard him beckon. She did so hesitantly, closing the door behind her. Her expression was contrite. The young woman truly hoped her King would have a suitable penalty awaiting her. "Subira, I take no pleasure in punishing one of my most valued workers." Semut sighed, rising from his bed. He was tall, particularly for a jackalfolk, standing a full six feet. Many rulers grew complacent, no longer working on themselves physically. Semut, however, hadn't quit. He was strong, and it showed from his muscular arms down to the noticeable abs. Often he could be found practicing swordplay with some of the most fearsome men in his army. Semut hadn't yet been dressed for the day, but he made no effort to cover himself. He was not a modest man. "I know you. How hard you toil at your post. Your punishment will suit your crime. Today, you will not waste water." He spoke clearly, walking over to stand in front of Subira, who had kneeled before him. "Look up." The man spoke. His dick hung in front of the petite jackalfolk woman. She was surprised, then confused. Did he expect her to service his cock? Her tail began to wag nervously. "Starting now, you will be given no water ration. Instead, you will drink my piss as I need release. You will not be permitted to let it out until I give the command. You will hold it in, no matter what, until you are allowed to let go. When I permit release, you will piss in a jug. When the jug is full, you will use it to water plants around the palace. This punishment will last until you fill the number of pitchers you so carelessly wasted." Semut concluded. "Do you understand your judgement?" Subira nodded silently. It was not what she had anticipated, but it was atonement. "Good." Semut spoke. “You will perform whatever duties I require of you outside of this. You will be at my side until you have fulfilled this punishment.” He pumped his hips forward lightly, jiggling his cock forward. The gesture was clear. Subira said nothing as she took his dick lightly in her mouth. She had no complaints she could voice. While she expected this to be miserable, it would truly make up for what she had done. As Semut’s hot, acrid piss began to fill her mouth, her eyes water. His first morning’s piss was awful. It was intense, and unpleasant, but there was nothing to be done but drink. And drink. And drink. It seemed as if her torment would never end, but at last his stream trickled down to a stop. Subira swallowed, grimacing as the taste stayed on her tongue. She could feel her stomach was now uncomfortably full of liquid. Dread settled in as she remembered just how many pitchers had been wasted the day before. Ten. This would not be the last morning piss she drank.
  9. This past Thursday I was on my way home from work and I heard a grumble in my stomach (after having some issues at work as well) I got out of my car just as my partner was coming down to head to work. He stopped me to talk to me and I felt the bubbling and gurgling get worse. I tried to push past him to get to the stairs so I could run up stairs and relieve myself. but of course after seeing the desperate look on my face he followed me up towards the apartment with that evil grin on his face, knowing I was about to explode at any moment. I told him to get to work and then sent him this video! it was a rough time. IMG_9189.MOV
  10. On a seemingly ordinary day, Kassandra found herself enjoying her school lunch break. From home she had brought a sandwich, graham crackers, grapes, and some pomegranate juice which she had been looking forward to tasting. She sat alone today, reading her book peacefully. After some time, Kassandra finished her lunch, drank her juice, and drank several long gulps of water before embarking to math class. Early in the class, her mind drifted as she pictured herself walking through the halls. She liked to imagine herself floating just above the floor of a long, empty corridor before gently rising to the ceiling. Kassandra daydreamed further about taking a short walk through the air towards a beautiful, flowing waterfall. It invoked images of gentle mists on her skin: a pleasant escape from the stuffy classroom. But after some time, she slowly drifted back into reality with a pressing question: "Why did I drink so much juice?" Kassandra felt a slight pressure in her bladder which told her that now was not the time to relax. Especially not at a waterfall. A large, flowing waterfall which made the very air glisten with moisture. Maybe one with warm pools to bathe in below and relax all of her tired muscles... Just then, Kassandra grounded herself once again. She quickly contracted her muscles to prevent the trickle which she was almost convinced to release. Kassandra slammed her thighs together. "Not yet!", she thought to herself. She instead began to strategize the fastest way to get to the toilet to attain the release she so craved. Kassandra raised her hand. "Yes, Kassandra?", Mrs. Zillmann asked. "Can I go to the bathroom?", Kassandra replied. "Not yet, Julia has the girls' hall pass. " Mrs. Zillmann hesitated. "Is this an emergency?" Kassandra heard some muffled snickering from her peers and began actively blocking last week's incident from her mind. "No," she said. After a brief pause, Mrs. Z continued her lesson. Over 20 minutes passed, with Kassandra imagining the ghost of Julia returning the coveted hall pass. She desperately rubbed her thighs together, shifting in her seat in a desperate bid to keep her panties as dry as possible. The desperate girl stayed the course, knowing the embarrassment of holding herself like a little girl. Increasingly she found herself walking closer to that watery precipice of her dreams. A few minutes later, Kassandra heard footsteps of increasing volume heading towards her classroom. Hope of seeing Julia welled up inside of her: this was her chance! Briefly losing control, Kassandra accidentally let out a dribble before slamming her hands into her crotch. She groaned impatiently to herself, at the beginning of the end of her ability to hold on. The urine was absorbed into her thick panties before cooling against her skin. She was not about to let this happen again. She could wait for Julia's slow gait. She could make it to the distant toilet, and she could release her aching bladder in an appropriate place. At the instant Julie passed through the door, Kassandra shot up. Kassandra's rapid motion caused another small stream to leak into her damp panties, bringing them near their saturation point. The warmth lingered longer while her bladder cried for sweet relief. Kassandra, unable to avoid holding herself, quickly walked to the front of the room. She wordlessly snatched the hallpass and bolted into the corridor outside. Kassandra sped through the hallways of her high school and walked along the long, delicate tightrope which separated utter humiliation from orgasmic relief. Kassandra deviated from that path every few steps as she neared the bathroom. Brief leaks warmed the outer edges of her pussy before integrating into the moist fabric of her clothes. She could see a small spot on the front of her light jeans; it was a mark of shame she hoped to hide. The bathroom was mercifully barren, with no one else coming in or out. One insulting jet of urine later, she burst into the stall and locked the door behind her. She held herself for a few seconds to regain control. She had no time to examine the damage, but the wetness on her hand led her to believe that a baseball-sized portion of her jeans had shamefully darkened. Her slippery fingers and frantic heart rate prevented her from opening the button and zipper on the front of her jeans. At this moment, no feat of muscular strength could completely stem the flow. A continuous dribble had begun which would not subside, no matter how much she stepped from foot to foot. Shortly after that, a chilling wave swept through Kassandra's body. Her internal dam began to burst directly in front of the toilet. A loud hissing noise erupted from her panties as the yellow waterfall hit their saturated fabric. Hot pee burst down her thighs and around her ass. It passed along the backs of her ankles. Kassandra let out an audible moan; it was a combination of pleasure and embarrassment. The flow continued to burst from within her young body, pooling at her feet and drenching her sneakers in pee once again. As the hissing noise subsided and the warmth continued to spread, Kassandra felt oddly at peace. She was at her peaceful waterfall, or at least very close to it. She could stay there a few minutes before taking the walk of shame to the nurse's office for the second time. Kassandra opened her eyes as consciousness returned to her. Drifting in from her slumber to the real world, Kassandra pulled the blanket from over her body. As she moved, plastic crinkled below. She reached into her pajama pants and checked her pull-up. As expected, it was soaking wet, about to leak. Kassandra stood up and looked in the mirror before stripping her pajamas off. Her pull-up bulged and sagged below her, heavy and warm with the weight of her dreams. The once-pink flowers had made way for a yellow curtain which crept almost up to her waist. "Thank god, only a dream this time", Kassandra thought to herself before preparing to shower.
  11. A little background information is needed before we start. I am looking to create a story where a girl, or multiple girls are desperate to pee in a school setting, like middle school or high school, and the school rules are set up to where you can't be late to class and can't use the bathroom during class. (One exception: If one of the stalls is non-functional during one of the breaks, and that is what causes a line, the girls that need to use the facilities will get a tardy pass to their next class to get the tardy excused). But under any other circumstance, any student that is late or has to leave class to use the bathroom will receive a 30-minute after school detention the next day, and it will be an "office" detention, with one teacher in charge of all detentions for the day, so the detention may not be with the teacher whose class the student was late to. The class periods are 50 minutes long, with 5 minutes between classes, and lunch is between fourth and fifth periods, and school is over after 7 periods. There are three stalls in each girls bathroom, and there will probably be a line in the bathroom at most of the passing time periods. Each girl will need at least a minute in the stall to do her business before exiting. At a later time, we can decide whether cutting in line, peeing on the floor, sink, trash can, water bottle, desk, chair, etc. will be allowed, but that's not the immediate concern. If a girl gets a detention, the situation will be where the parents have to be notified of the detention before it can be served, and the detention might interfere with another after-school activity for the student (like basketball, volleyball, or cheerleading, but I haven't gotten that far into thinking what it is yet). And if the student misses a practice because of a detention, she might very well be kicked off the team depending on how many other practices she has missed. But, before I get to the meat of the story, we need to make a few decisions. The main character's name will be Jessica (14 year old freshman, and the school is grades 9 through 12), and there may be other characters to introduce later. We will assume for the sake of argument that she does her morning pee when she gets up in the morning, and when she eats breakfast, she'll eat toast, cereal, and drink some juice, and that may or may not come into play later on. 1) What should this girl wear for the day? A) Standard (shirt and blue jeans) B) A skirt or dress (one piece or two piece) C) A cheerleading outfit (or sports uniform if she is on a sports team) D) Other (please list) 2) How does she get to school A) Parents take her B) School bus C) Walks D) Bicycle E) Other (but she's not old enough to drive) 3) How long does it take to get to school A) Less than 5 minutes B) 5 to 10 minutes C) 10 to 15 minutes D) Other (please list) 4) What kind of special clubs is she on (if any) A) Volleyball B) Soccer C) Cheerleading D) Other (please list)
  12. Hey guys, Hope everyone is doing well tonight, enjoying spooky time and whatnot. It falls on a weekday and I work mornings so I’m probably not doing a damn thing this year we’ll see! As a writer, a lot of ideas pass through my head. As a semi- pro procrastinator, it takes a long time to see a story through for me, or even start one at all; partly because I lacked motivation, and partly because I didn’t think I didn’t know how to flesh out the idea into a story I’d be satisfied with. Over time, and on a whim, I’ve commissioned stories from a number of writers across the web, that I felt I couldn’t do justice, or simply wanted to see someone else’s take subject or scenario I’m all too familiar with. Most of these authors are no longer active, which is the only reason I am sharing and crediting their work; here, and in other posts to come as well. The first one is by an individual who went be “Breeiswet.” The story itself is fictional, but it’s loosely based on a true story, which I heard through the grapevine. MESSING WARNING. You have been duly warned: Also, please let me know if this is too graphic. I didn’t write it, but I’ll keep your thoughts in mind when posting again! *************** “Do you want to grab some ice cream?” Vanessa asked, walking out of the restaurant where she had just had dinner with her two best friends. They had each eaten a huge meal, but upon seeing the ice cream parlor, Vanessa just had a craving. Nina gave her instinctual answer: “I’m lactose intolerant,” and Maria was quick to follow up with “me too.” “Well, so am I, but who cares. We can go home right after and deal with the consequences – it will be worth it!” Nina and Maria looked at each other, and shrugged almost in unison. “Sure, okay, why not,” Maria replied, and with that, the women embarked towards the local ice cream parlor. They were surprised upon entering to find it quite packed, and soon realized there was a small event taking place. The girls lined up and order three sundaes, with Maria offering to pay for her two friends. “Would you like to enter our raffle?” The cashier asked with a friendly smile. “What’s it for?” Vanessa asked. “You could win a lifetime supply of ice cream. We’re announcing the winners in about an hour.” The girls looked at each other, considering, before Maria bit the bullet. “Sure, I’ll enter,” and the other girls quickly followed up with “sounds good!” Each girl filled out the slip of paper and slid them into the box, before grabbing their sundaes off the counter. They sat down and began gobbling down the sweet treats. Maria had barely eaten a third of hers when she could feel her stomach begin to gurgle. She was already realizing she hadn’t thought this through: she was eating an ice cream that certainly would be making its way back out soon, and now she had to wait to see the results of the raffle. She was a little concerned, but comforted herself by saying one of the other girls could wait here for the result if she had to run somewhere to use the washroom, so she continued to down her ice cream. As she ate, she could swear she could hear Nina’s tummy rumbling as well. Her own stomach was growing more and more uncomfortable, and she was realizing she might not be able to hold it very long at all. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” she said, reaching one hand down and stroking her stomach for comfort. “I’m gonna need to use the bathroom pretty soon, so I might need one of you to wait here for the results if I have to go.” Nina also had a hand on her stomach. “Why can’t you use the bathroom here?” She asked. “I’m not doing this in a stall next to someone—I’m eating lactose so it’s gonna get ugly!” She laughed. “Good point,” Nina giggled. “Well, I’m not doing any better, my stomach is starting to kill, so I don’t think I’ll be waiting.” Vanessa grimaced. “I’ll join the club too—I doubt I’ll be able to hold it too long.” Maria laughed. “Great. So basically, we all have to poop and none of us can hold it. Perfect!” The girls smiled back, continuing to down their ice creams. Things were getting worse by the minute. Soon, each girl had finished their large sundaes, and they were clearly all feeling the effects. Maria was bent over at the waist, jiggling up and down as she tried to maintain control of her aching bowels, and the other girls were not much better off, as all three were beginning to sweat with desperation. But despite the mounting urgency of their situations, they knew they had a good bit of time to wait before they could leave, and it wouldn’t be fair for two to go home while one had to wait. “Maybe I’ll try the bathroom,” Maria groaned. “It’s better than having an accident in here.” She stood up cautiously from her chair, resisting the urge to clasp a hand over her backside, and waddled slowly towards the bathroom door with both hands crossed over her aching abdomen. But when she turned the corner, she saw a long line for the toilets, and knew there was no point joining in, as she had no idea how long it would be. So she sighed, and began to waddle back towards their table. “No luck?” Vanessa moaned, her body bouncing in her seat, clearly hoping for the good news that she would be able to use the toilet after all. But Maria just shook her head. “Even if you’re willing to use the public toilet, the line is super long,” she sighed, slowly easing herself back into her chair while keeping control of her bowels as best she could. The girls continued to sit at their table, each one bouncing and shimmying and clutching their stomachs while trying not to have messy accidents at the table. They could no longer even speak, they were so busy trying to keep their panties clean. Every once in a while, one girl would check a phone to see how much time had passed, but it was never enough. They’d been sitting for forty minutes when suddenly Vanessa groaned loudly, bending over at the waist and panting slightly. “You okay?” Maria asked sympathetically, though it was clear she wasn’t okay. “No, I…” Vanessa panted, and the girls heard a loud squelchy farting sound come from her. “Shit, I think a bit just came out.” “Are you having an accident?” “No,” she sighed, sitting up straight again. “It was just a little bit. I feel a bit better.” None of the girls wanted to risk farting, not knowing what else might come with a fart. “Man, I can smell that!” Nina laughed, and the other girls giggled as well. Finally, after another interval of silence as the girls struggled to hold on, an announcer took to the stage to reveal the winners of the contest. “And the raffle winner is—“ she began, as each girl carefully pulled out their ticket and looked down, “104598!” The girls looked down at their tickets, and then at each other. “Anyone?” Maria asked, and the other girls shook their heads. “Well, good thing we waited!” She laughed sarcastically. “Now we just gotta get home,” Nina giggled nervously, knowing it would be a challenge to even stand up, let alone get all the way home. “Why don’t you guys come to my place since it’s the closest? It’s only a ten minute walk,” Maria offered, and the other girl nodded enthusiastically, overjoyed at the thought that would soon be able to release their loads into a toilet and not all over the floor at the ice cream parlor. The girls slowly stood up, and Vanessa, who seemed to be the most desperate (even after having slipped up once), had a hand clasped over her butt as if to physically hold her poop in. The girls began walking towards Maria’s house, but they moved at a snail’s pace with one girl stopping every minute to double over and take deep breaths as a particularly strong cramp would hit. Vanessa was especially struggling at this point, and at one point she stopped completely in her tracks and instinctively crouched to the floor, holding her hand tight up against her butt. Nina and Maria both thought that was it for her, and that she had lost control, but Vanessa simply farted loudly, and then stood up again and continued waddling towards Maria’s home. Finally, they could see her front porch from the corner. They were going more frantic now, as relief was so close that they began to become even more desperate. They approached the porch, each girl breathing heavily. But right as all three climbed the steps, Vanessa groaned once more, louder yet. She first doubled over at the waist, and then slowly crouching, and this time both girls could tell this was it for their friend. Despite their own desperation, both watched as she began to pant loudly. “It’s coming out,” she said, and Maria resisted the urge to respond “we can tell” as she heard the loud crackling farts beginning to emerge from their friend. Vanessa felt a wave of hot, sticky poop explode from her into her jeans, and she continued to take deep breaths as she began to instinctively push her poop out. It felt so good to be free of her intense load, and she sighed in relief as she felt herself continue to poop into her underwear, which were now filling up. Nina and Maria were watching in shock as their friend pooped noisily on the front porch, but soon the urgency of their own situations returned and they left Vanessa to finish up her accident while they rushed in towards the bathroom, still hopeful that they could make it. Nina seemed to be faster, and had she been thinking clearer she probably would have let Maria use the bathroom first, but her thoughts were so blinded by the fact that she could feel herself seconds away from her own messy accident. So she burst through the bathroom door and, feeling her stomach begin to cramp and her poop begin to emerge, scrambled to pull off her leggings. She got them off in one go, but her panties did not come off too, and she realized with horror that wet poop was beginning to slide into her cute panties. But there was nothing she could do at this point, and without thinking clearly she sat herself down on the toilet with her panties still on, and begin to poop into them. With her body relaxing now that she was seated on a toilet, she found herself pushing as a torrent of hot poop exploded out of her, filling her panties and seeping into the toilet. It was at this point that she realized she had accidentally locked Maria out of her own bathroom, and Maria was knocking anxiously at the door. But Nina was unsure what to do, as she continued to poop herself over the toilet, knowing that if she stood up she would leave a mess all over the floor. And even as she was having this thought, while continuing to mess herself, Maria was losing control outside the door as well. She had come so close, and she knew Nina would probably emerge very soon, but she was helpless to stop the flood at this point, and she felt her stomach cramp fiercely. With a loud fart, she exploded with poop into her pants, instantly filling her panties with poop that quickly seeped through. She knew this was only the start, as poop poured out of her endlessly, filling her pants to the point that she didn’t think they would hold anymore. But nonetheless, she continued to poo without end, feeling almost like she had made very little progress with her load. She saw now that Vanessa was coming in from outside, her jeans bulging and brown, and she laughed when she saw that Maria too had not made it to the bathroom and was standing in the hallway messing herself. “Did Nina make it?” Vanessa asked. “I think so,” Maria replied, as she continued to poo outside the bathroom door. “Not quite,” Nina called laughingly from the inside of the bathroom. “Well, this didn’t go very well for us, did it,” Vanessa smiled. Maria’s load was finally slowing down, and she began to push to expel the last bits of her poop. On the toilet, Nina too was finishing up, unsure of how to fix the mess she was about to make of her friend’s bathroom. One thing was for sure: the girls had certainly learned their lesson about late night ice cream trips, and this would certainly be a bonding moment for the three friends who had messed themselves practically in unison. Maria began to laugh, now finished her load, and her friends joined in. “Well, let’s get cleaned up,” Vanessa smiled. *********** That’s it, I hope you liked it just as much as I did!
  13. I had tried this topic before, but something happened like some of my responses wouldn't post until after others had replied, so I'll try this one more time. This may not work because I don't know how realistic this scenario really is, but it's worth a try. As some of you may know, boys can generally get in and out of the bathrooms pretty quickly (sometimes as quickly as 20 or 30 seconds), but it's not as easy for girls because there might be a long line and you don't know what's going on. They have to undo pants, and don't know if they have to do #1 or #2 or both. At the very least, you can pretty much guarantee that it will take each girl a minimum of a minute to get into the stall, do their business, and exit the stall. You may also know that some schools may not let people be late to school or a given class, or use the bathroom during class. So, I thought I'd spell out the general rules before asking questions for the interactive story. 1) There are five minutes between classes, and 50 minute class periods. 2) Can’t be late, and can’t use the restroom during class without some sort of disciplinary action, and asking the teacher to use the restroom before class will not work. 3) There are three toilets available in each girls bathroom (and there are either two or three total sets of restrooms in the building, not counting the nurse's restroom or the gym locker rooms. Exact number will be determined later). 4) There are at least 800 students in this school (and at least 400 of them are girls). There may be more depending on what we decide the grade distribution is (see below). 5) There is a tall, skinny blonde girl (probably more than one) that really needs to pee during one of the passing periods between classes. 6) This girl in question arrives at the restroom closest to her next class somewhere between the 1 and 2 minute mark (probably closer to the 2 minute mark) of break time (meaning there are about 3 or 4 minutes to go before the next class). Here is the first group of questions for the interactive part: Now, this is the first group of questions for the interactive part. 1) What should this girl's name be? 2) What is the age and grade of this girl (should be between 11 and 18 years of age, and between grades 6 and 12)? 3) What is the grade range of this school (for example 6th grade only, 7th/8th grade only, 9th through 12th grade, or even 6th grade through 12th grade)? I think the grade range should be at least 2 or 3 grades. 4) What is she wearing on that particular day? 5) On a scale of 1 to 10, how desperate is she to pee (or to put it another way, how full is her bladder)? 6) How many girls are ahead of her in line, and how desperate do they look? (Remember that there are only three toilets available in each girls bathroom. Also remember that there are only five minutes between classes and that they can't be late and also can't use the bathroom during class). Later on, I can get into other decisions, such as whether or not she has a spare set of clothes, or whether cutting in line is okay, or to pee in a trash can, sink, or on the floor. But these constraints and questions should make for a good starting point.
  14. I would like your thoughts if I may peeps!! Basically, the question is this: Why, when desperate and in a situation whereby a bathroom is not readily available, will most girls try to hide their plight and 'suffer in silence'. Feel free to disagree, but that is my line of thinking as I don't know of any girls myself that would admit to having a seriously full bladder. Some would, I know, but most; I think at least, wouldn't. So, what do you think?
  15. I have a little doubt ... I would like you to help me answer it. There are many people who have foot fetish (Like me), and obviously, people who like to see girls peeing, or desperate, or both. The case is ... Is it common for people to have both fetishes? Because sometimes I find videos of actors or actresses who are barefoot for no apparent reason. P.S .: I would also like to know if someone here likes that, which for me is the perfect combination.
  16. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d2807da132ba love love love this clip off pornhub...male desperation with lots of sexy moans
  17. View File Bedwetting in Tunic Dress I have been really enjoying experimenting with different clothes for bedwetting. The feeling of moisture spreading under my butt and across my back- even getting onto my hair and pillow- makes for a wonderfully relaxing rest. Also- I think these tights are super cute :) Happee Sunday Submitter themerger Submitted 09/29/2019 Category Bedwetting
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    I have been really enjoying experimenting with different clothes for bedwetting. The feeling of moisture spreading under my butt and across my back- even getting onto my hair and pillow- makes for a wonderfully relaxing rest. Also- I think these tights are super cute :) Happee Sunday

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    Tried to hold on but the leaks shot out of me whilst my abdomen ached. Just lost it.

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  20. View File JAV-STARS-077 - Peeing During Sex Women rush to the washroom only to be interrupted by a molester. Sex follows and the women pee constantly during the sex. Like they would have had to do multiple takes in order to pee that much. Anyhow *** Sex and Non-Consensual Sex *** Warning Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 09/25/2019 Category Female videos Clothing
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    Women rush to the washroom only to be interrupted by a molester. Sex follows and the women pee constantly during the sex. Like they would have had to do multiple takes in order to pee that much. Anyhow *** Sex and Non-Consensual Sex *** Warning Rach

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  22. View File Late night agony Tried to hold on but the leaks shot out of me whilst my abdomen ached. Just lost it. Submitter secretleaking Submitted 08/30/2019 Category Peeing
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