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  1. If you were ever in a position where access to a toilet could only be gained by telling someone you had to go or asking permission how long would you hold, how desperate would you get, before you found the courage to say? I’m very pee shy and easily embarrassed soi’d have to be about to have an accident before I think I could ask or say. Thinking in a stranger’s house, having to ask a teacher, in the car when someone else is driving, in a long meeting or such like.
  2. Hi Folks anyone ever been very desperate on public transport? Buses/ trains, London Underground etc? had a few close calls myself which I will share when I have a bit more time!!
  3. Alex Oxford

    Other Cam Models?

    Hi everyone, For a minute now there has been a thread for a a cam girl, and several other models have been mentioned in that thread. However, due to the nature of the thread, and some of the rules imposed by moderators, the links and references to other models were removed, which I perfectly understand. However, I still remain curious has to who these other cam models are. Are there other cam models that are willing to do omo content? And if so, who? While I understand there may be rules that apply to this request, as there were before due to the issues that came up, I think it would be great to know the other individuals in the industry that are willing to put omo content on their shows. I'm definitely interested in knowing who else is out there, and if the other thread was not appropriate for mentioning them, perhaps this one will be, as long as there are no objections :)
  4. Hey, a few years ago I read a story on ExperienceProject (a site with several stories about omo that is sadly closed) and maybe someone copied it and still has it: The story was about a teen boy having a birthday party or something like that at home and one of his friends forgot his phone and asked for his. He gave him his phone but forgot to close the tab with Omorashi on it. The other boy got interested and they started a holding contest. It would be amazing if someone could Help me finding this story. thanks 🙂
  5. Hikewne

    The Twelve Fanatics

    Version 3.0.1

    5,931 downloads

    Description: And finally I have deigned to post something with an story of my own authory after a couple of years lurking. Here, I present you The Twelve Fanatics (which is the eh-"sequel" of another game I'm working on, called The Twelve Relics which was originally a novel I wrote years ago). Synopsis: In this world, a catastrophe repeats every 7000 years eradicating most human, animal and monster live forms in it; and, as one would expect, the survivors bring the world back to its course in time. During this one cycle, humans were given twelve powerful artifacts known as the Item Regalias, and based on them, twelve nations were founded. After some prosperous years, difficulties arised and I'm not really going to tell you my other game's whole story but these items cause a war between the nations. At first, it's just a cold war, but eventually unchains something bigger. This game takes part after that war ends, after almost 2,000 years, when the nations were starting to work back on communicating between eachother and establishing peaceful terms once again. Nevertheless, there's still people in pro for the war and thirsty for power out there who would do anything to bring the chaos back... Now, eight years after the big war ended, we find ourselves in the shoes of Solveig: an eighteen year old apprentice knight who wants to make her country and her world a better place to live in; but little she knew she was about to get in something bigger than what she could have ever imagined. Playstyle: Pretty much your regular RPG created with RPGVXA using some of Yanfly's engines to make it smoother. Battles are held between turns, as expected, with some explanations required that will be done ingame. [Things to notice: Skill Mastery system and Magic Level system, both will be explained ingame] Enjoy! SPECIAL THANKS TO: AkenoSama (Special collaboration) Sunflower (CG Artist) Harris (Tester & Background) AredApple (CG Artist) Phoenix (CG Artist) Makishi (CG Artist) DerivativeWings (Idea Collaboration and testing) anony123 (Testing) NaquanH (Testing) mogger (Testing) KnightOfStars (Testing) Main Discussion Thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/32616-rpg-maker-peedesperation-game-the-twelve-fanatics/ What we hope can hold the game's wiki: http://danverse.wikia.com/wiki/The_Twelve_Fanatics ANNOUNCEMENT 2 (02/11/2017): We just started a wiki! If you have time and you'd like to participate to create it, please don't doubt on send a word!

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  6. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
  7. Phentaiee

    Zone Pink

    I’m pretty sure I need to put a warning for this, so WARNING! There IS nudity here! There are also a few things I need to say before I start. There is not going to be any omo for a short while. I promise it will be here soon, but it’s not here yet. Also I made the first drawing a while before I made the second drawing. I was going to make them on the same day, but I forgot that I had 2 images rather than just one. You can tell there was a definite time gap between the two drawings An eighteen year old girl named Emily Omono was laying in the middle of a road, unconscious. She was not hit by a car. There are no working cars for miles. She had not passed out here after a night of drinking, as she didn’t really exist before this. At least, not here... Emily was in the middle of a simulated world called: “Zone Pink.” “Hello? Wake up already! This is the seventh time I’ve checked in on you!” A voice near to her called out. The voice was male, but not intimidating in the slightest. It wasn’t a high pitched voice, it was just… unthreatening. That’s the first thing Emily thought when she heard the voice. “Who- who are you?” She asked, waking up, very unaware of her surroundings. “You are not to know who I am! I am not your friend!” The voice called out. Emily looked around. She saw what looked like an abandoned city. She didn’t see anyone, but she did feel pretty cold. Why was she so cold? “I am not with you, I am just the announcer voice. You are in a deserted area. Nobody is here, but that’s good for you! While I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone seeing you like that… that’s the least of your concerns right now! There are monsters in this world. But the worst monsters of all, are the humans that inhabit it.” A quieter voice was heard saying: “Nice!” And a high five was clearly heard following it. Emily was wondering what he meant by that when she realized why she was cold. She was completely naked! Emily stood up and started frantically searching for clothes, or something to cover her up. “Your efforts are futile! There is no clothing here! Your best bet would be to search the desert to your left, but it’s enormous. You could never search the whole thing.” Emily noticed that she was on a city’s edge, and was bordering a desert. She also noticed that the sky was a pink grid. Emily started walking towards the desert, but was very slow, since she was trying to cover her privates. “Nobody is here, I am the only one who can see you, and I’ve seen enough of you while I was waiting for you to wake up. Shit, that sounded creepy! Wait! Why am I worried about being creepy? You should fear me!” The voice announced. “I’m not afraid of you at all!” Emily groaned, already annoyed with this guy. “Just tell me what to do to get out of here!” She asked. “The only way out of here is to die, and you won’t be returning home afterwards. Your body has been transported here, and it will remain here for the rest of eternity! Your job is to make do in an apocalyptic wasteland and survive as well as you can.” The voice said. Emily took her hands off of herself, and started briskly walking over to the desert. She was terrified on the inside, but wasn’t going to let this annoying voice get the satisfaction of scaring her. After a good twenty minutes of walking, Emily stopped caring about her dignity. She was losing hope of this being some “big prank”. She started to realize she was actually stranded in a desert, naked. Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a skeleton in the distance. She ran over to it, and found a rusty spear, and some boots. “Is… Is that it?!” She yelled in frustration. “That’s only a start! You’re lucky you found a weapon before something else found you! Also, you won’t get blisters now!” The voice said. “Wha!?! I forgot about you! Have you just been looking at me this whole time?!” Emily asked. “Yes, but I won’t be able to for much longer, the thing I’m using to contact you is running out of power and you're not interesting enough for me to waste money sending in a new one. If you have any questions, ask them now, because you won’t get any more.” The voice said. “Ok, what is this place?” Emily asked. “This is Zone Pink, a simulated nightmare!” The voice answered. “Wait, are there other zones? Like zone orange, or zone yellow?” Emily asked. “No. Zone Pink is the only zone, as far as you know.” The voice said. “As far as I know? Does that mean there are more and you don’t want to tell me?” Emily asked. “No! Zone Pink is the only zone! As far as you know…” The voice responded. “It sounds to me like the author of this story hasn’t decided whether he wants there to be other zones yet and has decided to make it cryptic so that he can decide later.” Emily exclaimed. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” The voice sighed. “Oh, also, you said this was simulated? Like a game?” Emily asked. “Yes I suppose you could say that.” The voice answered. “Ok, so if I were to put on these boots and they were to give me 2 defense, would that be 2 overall defense for my entire body or just 2 defense for my feet?” Emily asked. “Oh! That is actually a very good question! And the answer is…” What is the answer? A. The boots give her 2 defense, regardless of where she is hit. B. The shoes only protect her feet.
  8. Hello, everybody. A heads-up for first-time readers: if you're a desperation or waiting-in-line fan, you'll probably appreciate the bulk of this story even without any context, but toward the end there will be a lot of character development and references to prior stories. To fully appreciate all the character moments in here, you'll need to go all the way back to "Season 1" of the Meagan & Parker Saga. PM me if you're interested in getting the downloads of Seasons 1 and 2. If you'd rather skip to the fun stuff, scroll down until you see this: ----------------------------- And now, for all my readers, I have an ANNOUNCEMENT: I am retiring from writing these stories. Relax: you'll have a few more tales from me before I go. I'll finish Parker's plotline. But after that, I'm going to step away for a long time. Probably not forever... but it's a possibility. When I first decided to write "Season 3" and create a setting for Meagan and Parker in a college house, rather than a dorm, this story, "The Pile-Up," was the one I really wanted to tell. A true classic waiting-in-line story in which everybody needs to use the bathroom all at once. As I worked my way through the season, this was the goal. Maximum desperation, maximum college-girl hotness. But as I wrote, I got more and more into the story of Meagan and Parker's relationship. And by the time I got around to writing "The Pile-Up," I realized that I was actually much more excited about writing their relationship than writing the desperation. And when I did work out a rough draft, I caught myself thinking, Darn it, I really need to add more desperation -- as if it had become a chore, something that needed to be done in order to tell the story of a struggling romance. I also find I am somewhat less interested in my kink in general these days. It doesn't turn me on the way it used to. I guess I'm a bit bored with it. I think I need to find some fresh angle, or just to give myself some time. But that doesn't mean I don't have mixed feelings. I'm particularly sad that I might be letting down my fans. The appreciation I've gotten here has spurred me on to finish the tale. "I can't quit now," I kept telling myself. "I don't want to disappoint people." So for all my readers, a heartfelt thank-you. For that reason, and for others, I don't want to abandon this part of me. But I think I need to step back a while, so I can appreciate it again, and before I burn out on storytelling. So what's next? What you're about to read is "The Pile-Up." In a few days I'll post the next story, "The Play-Out," here in the same thread. They really belong together. After that, there will be two more stories, which I will post separately. At some point I will write a few bonus stories and compile Season 3 together, as I did with 1 and 2. And that will be the end of Meagan and Parker... but of course they will always be there for you in the stories I've already told. Again, thank you for reading. ---------------------------------------------- It was a quiet evening in Franklin House—the Thursday before Spring Break, not long after Meagan’s grad-school celebration. Parker was nearly alone in the house; Lucy and Trav were off somewhere, Zephyr had asked for a girl’s night with Meagan and Dacy at a party on the other side of campus, Cara was at work, Zach was at the gym, and Val and Miranda had gone to a concert. Mitchell was in his room working on something, and Parker was at loose ends. It was raining—and pretty hard, too. Meagan had taken the girls in her car, so leaving the house wasn’t appealing. Trav sometimes let people play on the Xbox when he and Lucy were gone, but he hadn’t said anything about it this time and Parker didn’t feel like barging in without permission. Since Spring Break was right around the corner, he felt no burning need to get any schoolwork done. He was thinking about turning on the TV to see if there was anything good on—which was a sure sign that he was running out of ideas for entertainment—but then a good track came up on shuffle on his iTunes and he decided he’d just play the rest of the album, which he hadn’t heard in a while. He lay down on the bed and listened. A door slammed downstairs. From the muffled swearing, it sounded like Zach had come home from the gym, and was probably totally soaked—and cold, too. A few minutes later, water began running somewhere. Probably he’d jumped in the shower. Perhaps this prompted Mitchell to get up and take his shower. At any rate, he strode down the hall, clad in only a towel with his toiletries bag in one hand, and stepped into the nearer bathroom. Not long later, he began singing. At least he had a decent voice. Gravel crunched in the driveway beside the house. It sounded like Cara’s car—but when the door opened, the first voice he heard was Miranda’s. Then more gravel crunched: definitely Meagan’s car this time. “Everyone’s home at once,” Parker said, poking his head out. “Seems like,” Miranda said, pushing past him quickly. “Excuse me…” She quickly went into the farther bathroom and closed the door. Val followed her roommate up the steps. “Hey, Parker,” she said. When confronted by both bathroom doors closed, she turned around and started heading back down—only to meet Cara coming up, still in her work clothes. “Can I use one of you guys’ bathrooms?” she said. “The one downstairs is locked.” “Miranda’s in one—and going by the singing, Mitchell’s in the other,” Val said. “Well, I hope they won’t take too long,” Cara said. “Me too!” Val said, retreating up the steps. “I was just about to go downstairs to yours…” The door at the bottom of the stairs opened again, and Dacy came clattering in. She ditched her high heels as soon as she could, and trotted up the steps, chanting, “Bathroom bathroom bathroom…” “Get in line!” Cara said, “There’s a line?” Meagan said, coming up after Dacy. “We got people in two showers,” Cara informed her. “Fuuuuck,” Meagan said. “How does this keep happening, guys?” “You need it too?” “We all do,” Meagan said, gesturing first to Dacy, then back to Zephyr, coming up behind her. “I really do,” Dacy said. She was marching in place, picking her feet up off the ground in mincing, careful steps, bare toes on the carpet. Her nails were painted red to match her dress. “Val, can I go ahead of you?” “Umm…” “I just drank a lot of rum and cokes and I really really really need to go,” Dacy said. “Hey, I just worked a five-hour shift with no breaks!” Cara said. “And I had some coffee to get through it. I’ve had to go for two hours!” She, too, was showing some signs of desperation: legs pressed close together. But frankly, Dacy looked much more desperate. Parker was, after all, a connoisseur of such things. “Dacy, can I get past you?” Meagan said. “I’m not cutting in line, I just wanna say hi to my lover.” “Oh, sorry, sure…” Meagan stepped up to where Parker was standing in the doorway. She kissed him hello, gave him a hug, and whispered in his ear, “Hey.” “Hey.” “Just enjoy it.” “Huh?” “Just enjoy it. I mean, what else can we do?” “You’re sure?” “Happy birthday.” He gave her a skeptical look. She shrugged. He tried to take it all in… Val, in front, was quiet. She was always quiet, but she wasn’t saying anything at all now. She didn’t seem to be showing any particular signs of desperation… other than a certain look in her eyes. Parker remembered how, long ago when she’d had to pee in a bottle in the back seat of Meagan’s car, she’d gone practically nonverbal first. There was a tension in all her body that spoke volumes, however. Cara, right behind her, was expressing herself more verbally than physically. “Two hours,” she repeated, as Dacy again begged to go ahead of her. “Two hours! And someone was in the staff bathroom when I got off! I was worried I wasn’t going to make it home!” Worried or not, she still didn’t seem too desperate by comparison. But her close-pressed legs had escalated to crossed legs. Dacy, on the other hand, was showing all sorts of physical signs. She looked and sounded a little drunk and a lot desperate. She was doing a somewhat wobbly pee dance, wriggling around a little bent over. As she turned this way and that, Parker had an excellent look at her cleavage—for as usual she had gone partying in a short dress. Underneath that dress, her thighs were clenched together, or crossed, or marching in place. “Fuck,” she said. “We drank a lot at the party, but we couldn’t go at the party. The line was too long!” She marched in place again, those magnificent breasts bouncing (her bra was clearly inadequate). But most telling of all was the look on her face: she was grimacing, eyes wide in panic. “It’s true,” Meagan chimed in. She was not showing the strain that Dacy was, but to Parker’s expert eyes she obviously needed to go: she was locked down tight. “I had the least of all of us, since I had to drive, and I had two beers. They were a while back,” she added quickly. “We were there a long while. Longer than I expected…” “Sorry!” Zephyr said. “I wanted to hear the band…” She, too, was all dressed up, but in a tight shirt and a miniskirt. She was also wriggling. Quite a lot, actually. “Shit,” she whispered, apparently to nobody, a look of fear in her eyes. “I had four…” Miranda stepped out of the bathroom. “Me first, me first!” Dacy begged. “We all gotta go, girl,” Cara said. “I am literally about to wet myself, Cara! Can’t you go downstairs?” “There’s someone in there!” “I think that’s Zach, actually,” Parker said. “Really?” Cara said. “Well, he damn well better let me in, or he’s sleeping on the floor tonight…” She headed downstairs quickly. “Val, please,” Dacy said. She was now bent over, legs crossed, clenched hand held straight down at her sides or making fitful motions, like she wanted to grab herself but didn’t dare. Meanwhile, her breasts were literally slipping out. “…Okay,” Val said. She didn’t look terribly happy—but Dacy appeared to be on the brink of crying, exploding, or both. “Ohthankgod,” Dacy said, and rushed in. She was hoisting the hem of her dress as she ran, and Parker caught a flash of ass. “I’ll be quick, I promise!” she said over her shoulder. She moved a little too quickly, perhaps—she tried to kick the door closed behind her, and it didn’t quite latch, so what came next was clearly audible. First the clatter of a toilet lid being flung up and banging off the tank, and then the hiss of a truly desperate piss, and then a moan of pure blissful relief. It all came awfully fast, though—so fast that Parker couldn’t envision how she’d had time to get her panties down. Maybe she hadn’t? (Maybe she wasn’t wearing any?) The pee stream hissed on quite a while. Dacy moaned again. Val looked pained; Zephyr didn’t so much moan as whimper. “Who’s in the other bathroom? Mitchell?” Meagan asked. “Yeah,” Parker answered. “Hey, Mitchell! Can you hurry up?” Meagan said, knocking on the closed door. “I’m going as quick as I can! I’m all over shampoo!” Mitchell hollered. The toilet flushed and all three girls still waiting reacted: Val instantly crossed her legs, Meagan tensed up still further, and Zephyr… well, she was already bent over, one hand clinging to the railing of the stairs. The other hand reached under her miniskirt and just grabbed. She was shuddering. Dacy emerged, blushing a little. Val, moving with far more urgency and hurry than Parker had ever seen other than out on the athletic field, darted into the bathroom behind her, closing the door more carefully. There was a flash of urgency mixed with relief on her face that cut through her usual reserved expression. “Oh my god,” Dacy said, looking down the steps. “Zephyr, that looks painful.” “It is,” Zephyr said in a small voice. “I’m almost…” “Just a bit longer,” Dacy said encouragingly, stepping down past Meagan to Zephyr’s side. Zephyr shook her head. “I’m leaking,” she whispered. “What?” “My panties are wet…” “Oh, hon,” Dacy said, and hugged her roommate—carefully. “That does it,” Meagan said. “I’m taking you in with me.” Zephyr’s eyes widened. “Really?” “Yup.” The toilet flushed again. Zephyr crossed her legs over her hand. Her head was ducked and Parker couldn’t see her face, but the shivering could be the last moments before an uncontrollable explosion—or sobs. “Nearly there,” Dacy said, reassuringly. Val stepped out. “Didn’t even wash my hands,” she said. “Go go go!” Dacy said to Zephyr. “I can’t move...” “Just ten feet to go,” Dacy said, literally helping the bursting girl up the last steps. “You want the toilet or the tub?” Meagan said, already unbuttoning her jeans, as Zephyr tottered toward the bathroom door. “I’ve never peed in a bathtub…” Zeph said in a husky voice. She was definitely about to explode in both piss and teers. Walking double, one hand still clenched between her legs, she inched into the bathroom. “Here, I’ll show you how,” Meagan said, and closed the door behind them. Parker stepped back into his room to avoid listening (and to avoid being caught listening). He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, feeling the churn of images and emotions in his head. So much desperation, all at once. It was a dream come true. So why didn’t he feel like it? He was barely even stiff. He lay back on the bed. The answer’s obvious, really. I’d rather have Meagan forever than five—or ten, or fifty—desperate girls in my hall. They’re sure taking a long time in there. The door opened and Meagan stepped into the room. She had a bemused look on her face. “Better?” Parker asked. “Bladder-wise? Of course. Brain-wise…? Very different story.” “Why, what’s up?” She sat down on the bed next to him. “Zephyr just kissed me.” “For letting her use the bathroom with her?” “Ummm… I guess?” “Man, you never give me a peck on the cheek when I let you go!” “Uh.” “What?” “Not a peck on the cheek.” “…Wait. Lips?” “Oh yeah.” “Zephyr kissed you. On the lips.” “Uh-huh.” “I am so confused right now.” “Right there with you, hon…” Meagan shook her head. “Fuck. I should talk to her.” “Yeah, I think you should!” “But I wanted to check on you. You didn’t really look like you were enjoying all that.” He shrugged. “No consent.” And I wish that was the reason I was bothered… “Aww. You’re so good!” “Well. That wasn’t the only reason.” “Hmm?” He opened his mouth, tried to say, I’m losing you—and closed it again. She stroked his hair. “Hey. You can say it. Whatever it is.” “I’m—worried.” “About?” “Us.” She lay down next to him and kept stroking. “Are you worried about the sex? And how we haven’t been having enough of it lately?” “Uh—yeah. That’s part of it.” “I know you’ve been jacking off,” she said. “Were you fantasizing about other girls?” “…Yeah.” She nodded slowly. “Sorry.” “Hey. I’m not happy about it. I wish you hadn’t. But I get why you did it.” She sighed. “I was afraid grad school would eat our sex life… but after I went, not just from trying to get in.” He said nothing. “Were you fantasizing about Zephyr?” she asked. He managed to whisper, “Yes.” She nodded again. “Are you angry?” “Well, irritated. But we both know it was pretty much impossible to avoid her. Besides, tonight your fantasy came to life—and you actually don’t want it.” “I want you.” She smiled sadly. “And so the battle began. Desperate girls: turn-on! Massive guilt: turn-off!” “About right.” “No wonder you’re freaking out.” “Yeah. But why aren’t you?” “Because I saw your face. If you’d been drooling I’d be so jealous, I’d be screaming at you right now. Or worse, not screaming.” He shuddered in memory. “But you so obviously looked so uncomfortable. Honestly, you seemed almost as bad as we looked. How can I be jealous of Zeph when she ties you in knots like that?” “You’re really not jealous?” She shook her head. “Sad, yes. Worried, yes. A little ticked off and frustrated, yes. Jealous? No.” They lay there for a while. “We should probably talk,” Parker said. “Yeah. You wanna do that now?” “Not really.” “Me neither. It’s late and I’m exhausted and we’ve got all of break to do that.” She laid a gentle hand on his chest. “But do you wanna make love?” “I just wanna hold you.” “I can live with that.” “Forever.” To that, she said nothing. --------------------------------------------------------------- They didn’t talk the next morning, hurrying off to class. And when Parker came home to celebrate the beginning of Spring Break, he saw Meagan and Zephyr sitting out back on the lawn chairs, clearly talking earnestly. He decided he wanted to give that conversation a wide berth. Some time later, Meagan came upstairs, looking even more bemused than the night before. “What’s up?” Parker asked. “So…” Meagan began, and stopped, and then opened her mouth again, and finally managed, “I really don’t know how to start this!” “Yeah, that’s pretty obvious!” “Zephyr’s got the hots for me.” “Huh. Did not see that coming.” “The kiss was a pretty big clue.” “Well, yeah, but before that.” “There have been some other hints, too. But here’s the thing: she also noticed that I was always putting myself at the back of the line for the bathroom. And then the way I was acting at the party… peeing in front of everyone, I guess, and making her piss outside…” ” Parker tensed up. “Yeah. She’s almost on to us. But not quite. She got the wrong idea—she thought it was my kink.” “Oh. Oh! Last night—was that a set-up?” “Yup. Not really totally premeditated, but she was feeling a little daring and desperate and so she decided to have some fun with it. I did notice she was stalling, keeping us at the party a long time… but it ended up waaaay worse than she thought it would be, since everyone else needed to go at the same moment. Anyway. We peed next to each other, in the bathtub, and she kissed me. Tried to seduce me through pee, I guess. She didn’t realize she had the wrong partner of the two.” “You didn’t tell her…?!” “Of course not. That’s your secret, not mine. But I did admit there’s a bit of a sexual rush when I hold it so long and then let it out. And she agreed.” “Whoa.” “Oh, we’re just getting started here. So apparently she hasn’t gotten laid in many months. She had a sexy Spring Break lined up to deal with that, but her plans fell through. So she knew she was gonna be stuck here, and she thinks I’m hot, and… well, she made a play.” Parker’s heartbeat was skyrocketing. “And what did you say to that?” “That I’m loyal to you, of course.” “That’s good to hear.” “Mmmhmm. I know we’re not doing great, hon, but I’m not about to jump in the sack with someone new because of a rough patch.” “Thank you. So… I guess this week could be a little awkward.” “Wellll…” “Well what?” “When I told her that I was sticking with you, she offered me a threesome.” This can’t be happening. “With pee.” This definitely can’t be happening. And he said so. Meagan shrugged. “I guess it is, though.” “What did you tell her?” “That I needed to talk with you.” “Not a ‘no’? Really?” “So… I know things haven’t been great between us lately…and I thought maybe that… this could help?” “You’d seriously be okay with a threesome?” “I’m in college! Lesbian experimentation is totally legit…” “But you’d be okay with sharing me?” “The way she framed it, you’d be sharing me with her. She says you’re a good friend and all, but she’s definitely much more into me.” “I meant in terms of jealousy. Me getting turned on by her. Her getting desperate for—well, for both of us.” She shrugged. “I guess I’m trying to tackle the jealousy thing head-on. Try to get myself past it.” “I still can’t believe this…” “I know. But anyway. I really wouldn’t mind trying it out. Zeph’s cute and sweet and I know she can get you fired up. You said as much last night. But I can also see the flip side, and why you wouldn’t want to. “So it’s your call, love. What do you say?”
  9. Alex Cubed

    malefemale Paintball

    This is another one from my friend. Posted with permission, told from his point of view. ---- (I absolutely like hate pissing in public bathrooms. Dunno if it's anxiety or shyness, or what, but I pretty well can't even use urinals, gotta wait for a stall to even go in a public bathroom, just for some background.) I would've been about 14 at the time. I used to do paintball summer camp thing, where we'd mostly be inside doing reball (basically just paintball but rubber, reusable balls instead of paint filled ones). However, some days, we'd go outside and play real paintball. On one such day, I had came loaded with like 4 of those super tall gatorade bottles with the twist-nozzle at the top, since it was probably 30+ Celsius out and super sunny, and I didn't want to get dehydrated. We were only out for a few hours so for most people, going to the bathroom wasn't an issue. But, on such a warm day, I was drinking quite a bit, and ended up really needing to go. Maybe 2 of the bottles in, and I had to go enough that I tried to just go a little ways away from the field, where we were told to go if we really needed to. But, again, public stuff is a no no, so I can't. So I suck it up, decide I'll just play on and ignore it. Of course I keep drinking, too, and by the time we were going back inside to the nice, cool, air conditioned building with real bathrooms, I had long since finished all 4 of my bottles of gatorade, and good god did I need to take a leak. On the walk back to the building I was literally hunched over because if I stood up straight, I thought I was just gonna compress my bladder enough to force some piss out from how full I felt. Eventually we get back, I somehow survive, and run into the bathroom. Except, it was a small bathroom with just one stall and maybe 2 urinals, so a bit of a line ended up forming as soon as I went in. And I just couldn't get anything coming out. So, I try for a minute or two and give up, flush, let some other people go through while I'm still hunched over from needing to go so bad, and once everyone else is done and I have the bathroom to myself I go back in and can finally let it all out, and good fucking god was that ever the most satisfying piss of my life.
  10. LikesToWatch

    malefemale Super Smash Leaks

    Story time everyone! So, while I was procrastinating on writing my final for my MBA that's due tomorrow, I decided to play some Smash. I just got the new game for the switch and was grinding out the Adventure mode to unlock all the characters. I tend to stay well hydrated while gaming so my bladder was filling pretty quickly. I was about at a 3 when I decided to play a new game; any time I won a match, I would have to take a drink of water and any time I lost, I would have to relax my bladder and let a small dribble out into my boxers. My fighter and spirit team allowed me to grind through matches pretty quickly so I was drinking quite often and on the occasion that I lost, I would of course let a little out. A half hour of this and my desperation was now around 5 or 6, i could definitely feel the need to go but it wasn't an emergency. My boxers were a bit damp and there was some small spots visible on my shorts (I had gone on a pretty bad losing streak at one point) but nothing I couldn't manage. I then decided that as fun as this was, I really needed to get started on my paper so I set a timer for 30 minutes and told myself, no matter what happens or where I'm at, I'll stop playing, use the bathroom and start working on my final. Fast forward 15 minutes while I'm still winning and losing, drinking and leaking. Now I'm at around an 8.5 and it's hard to sit still. My leg is bouncing and the spots on my shorts are much more noticeable. Furthermore, I'm in a position where it's becoming hard to concentrate on the game which causes me to make dumb mistakes which causes me to lose, making me have to let some out which in turn makes me more desperate! Fast forward again with 5 minutes left on the timer and I'm starting to sweat. I'm constantly shifting and moving and hoping that I dont lose any matches as I'm not sure if I can just let a little out each time. Luckily that doesnt happen but the fact that I'm continuing to drink water doesn't help either. The timer goes off right as I'm about to unlock a new character and, in my procrastinatory fashion, decide to get this last one before I go. Now I'm at a 9.5 and having a lot of trouble focusing, almost on the verge of letting out involuntary leaks (having to hold myself during the loading screen just to give me a bit more time). Thankfully it was quick and easy and I won the match! To challenge myself further I decided that I wouldn't get up to go until I completely saved my spot and exited to the home screen. Keep in mind the bathroom is about 50 ft away in another room so in the event that I did start to lose control, it would still be quite the trek to get to safety. Lucky me, I once again was able to hold out until I saved and exited but as I was standing up to go, those dreaded words flashed across my TV screen; "A New Challenger Approaches" Through my grinding I had unlocked yet another character and I certainly wasn't going to wait to try and beat it. So now here I am, standing up, dancing in place, about to piss myself, and I'm trying really hard to beat this guy. About 20 seconds into the match, I start leaking in my boxers, bad. Like 1-2 second spurts and the wet spot on my shorts is growing. I decide that it's not worth the risk having an accident in the living room so I paused and quickly ran to the bathroom, fidgeting with my belt and leaking the whole way. By the time I got to the bathroom, there was no stopping it. I had no choice but to quickly get my shorts off and just jump into the shower where i could release the floodgates into my already soaked boxers. So now here I am, continuing to procrastinate by writing this story for your reading pleasure. It was certainly a thrill and I will definitely be trying this again. And for those that wanted to know, yes I did go back and finish unlocking that last character. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a 10 page paper to write in 5 hours XD - LtW
  11. Version 1.0.0

    84 downloads

    A mini omorashi game made by サマンサ (Link to their Pixiv) about a girl named Maasa who wakes up in a weird place. The goal is to find a way out, but watch out! Your bladder will fill up over time and if you wet yourself that's game over! Thankfully there are buckets laying around the place if the urge gets bad enough... It's not translated, but it's not too difficult to parse. It's a short puzzle game, maybe clocking in at around 20-40 minutes depending on how fast you figure things out. There is one CG in the game and sound effects for urination. There is a bonus menu if you beat the game, so there's that. Here's a link to the original Pixiv post: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=73231642

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  12. Alex Cubed

    malefemale Road Trip

    Before I tell the story, I want to say this is from a buddy of mine and their perspective. I asked them for permission to post this story on the forum, and they gave it. I will be sharing your responses with them as they requested. I have edited some info out of the story on their request. On to the story. ---- I absolutely like hate pissing in public bathrooms. Dunno if it's anxiety or shyness, or what, but I pretty well can't even use urinals, gotta wait for a stall to even go in a public bathroom, just for some background. Now, I've gone on a few long road trips, one of which we usually do as two 8-ish hour days. On one of these drives, we made a pit stop just before heading through a major city and the bathroom was super busy, I ended up just not being able to go. So, I thought I'd just get over it, right? Wrong. I end up squirming and shaking and feeling so uncomfortably the entire time we're driving through the city, and obviously we can't stop/pull over, since it's traffic central. At this point I was seriously considering trying to go in a water bottle, but I'd have just ended up filling it and making a mess, I suspect. So I just barely manage to hold it until we're out of the city proper, and onto a more normal stretch of highway. At this point I'm saying, "We've gotta pull over or else I'm gonna have a wet seat". Pulling over was a bit of a pain since at the time we were in a 2 truck convoy, both pulling some heavy-ish trailers, since we were helping someone move, so if we stopped it would be a pain getting going on the highway again. Either way, we end up pulling over on the side, on a downhill so we'd have some gravity assistance when we end up going again. This whole time I'm squirming like nobody's business, feeling like I was gonna be unable to hold it long enough, jumping out before we'd even stopped moving. Now... public bathrooms are horrible, but on the side of the highway, just beside the truck? I felt like my bladder was gonna explode and I had to stand there, dick out, for at least a minute before I could even start going, and even then it was way weaker than it should have been, and it took awhile. But, at least disaster was narrowly averted.
  13. I found this yesterday, and I like it so much. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcNUhOWNEJA&
  14. Canticle Natura

    NoMaKo: An Omorashi Tale

    Version 0.4.5

    2,006 downloads

    Disclaimer: I am not the developer of this game, only uploading it here on his behalf. You can get in contact him through the Twitter links posted in this description. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More information and updates on the game can be found on the developer's Twitter: https://twitter.com/nomakogame or their (now defunct) tumblr: https://nomakodev.tumblr.com/ (Paraphrased) From the developer "NoMaKo is an omorashi RPG. If the term “omorashi” is alien to you, then this probably isn’t your type of game! It’s usual turn based RPG action with adventures to be had, dungeons to be travelled through, and many puzzles to solve. All while drinking to recover HP and MP and having to deal with the bladder need of the characters who are animated with progressively more desperate squirming. If this need isn’t handled, well… laundry can be done at any inn! Design is intended to not be frustrating: running is always successful, no missing, KO’d party members still receive EXP, etc! A unique feature compared to other RPGs of this type is the ability for characters to learn to push themselves further with holding. After an accident or using the toilet when beyond their limit, the character’s holding ability will permanently grow slightly! This can be seen on their status page. This demo’s playtime is estimated to be around 4-6 hours. It’s not encrypted, so if you have RPG Maker VX Ace, you may totally open the project and snoop about. I want to see more omo games, so I hope to show off how I did things so others may follow! Look through the common events and look in the scripts file and see the modification I did to the Actor script to add the omo system. Please enjoy and leave feedback if you wish! I hope you enjoy your adventure with Noelle, Maple, and Kora! Known Issues Windows 10 users, there is an issue with crashing. Among testers, consistently it was found that anyone who had the game crash occasionally at battle start up was running Windows 10. Don’t know why! So right click the game, set properties to Windows 7 compatibility and save often! Might help. FIXED IN 0.3.2. Also, sometimes desperation/wetting notices may be triggered just as you change screens, with the changing of screen interrupting it. A minor annoyance, but not really a big problem!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So in essence, NoMaKo is a newcomer to the Omorpg scene. I have played through it and, in my opinion, it is a fun, light-hearted adventure that is reminiscent of older JRPGs. Some of it's features include: -Unique battle sprites and animations for all three of the playable characters (including different desperation stages and wettings). -The ability to increase the size of each character's bladder by having them hold to their limits. -An interesting take on RPG gameplay as well as a plethora of puzzles. The RPG Maker VX Ace RTP is required to play the game. If you enjoyed it please give the creator a note, I'm sure they will appreciate it!

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  15. (This is my first interactive story ever) Before we can get started, let's choose the girl's name, her sexual orientation, her hair's color, her bladder's size etc. 1.Girl's name: a)Natalie b)Hanna c)Scarlett d)Jasmine 2.Sexual orientation: a)straight b)bisexual c)lesbian 3.Hair color: a)redhead b)blonde c)brunette 4.Bladder's size: a)small b)medium c)large
  16. So when I had an account here before that I got rid of before getting this one, I used to write stories. I avoided doing them with my new account because I was better reading them then writing them. I've suggested many different scenarios some of which have been taken by people and if you're curious look around for yourself on the Requests thread or just ask me. But I decided I would attempt to write something that combined two ideas of mine. If you find these two scenarios are something you would like to write about then again don't he hesitant to take them. Chances are your story will be better than mine: The Scenarios: "A woman's toilet in her house breaks resulting in it needing to be fixed. This of course becomes a problem when she needs to use the bathroom and there's no toilet working. Again up to you to decide where she ends up going. Maybe trying to pee discreetly somewhere without the guy fixing her toilet knowing so she doesn't get caught in an embarrassing scenario." "A couple a woman and a man decide to buy a new toilet to replace their old one. Ultimately the husband ends up buying a sort of high tech toilet that has gadgets like it can clean itself or talk etc again up to you how that goes but ultimately the woman doesn't end up liking it but it's now bought so there's nothing she can do and she stubbornly refuses to use it. This of course becomes an issue when she needs to go to the bathroom and tries avoiding using it as she tries to find other ways or places to pee. Ultimately would end with her being forced to use the new toilet and coming around to liking it." Plot: After their toilet breaks and they learn it would take awhile for it to be repaired, Samantha and David decide to go out and buy a new one. What catches David's eye though doesn't entirely impress Samantha but whether she wants it to or not it's going to stay. And she can't avoid using it forever. Samantha was a successful office worker who prided herself on doing her work and getting it finished. That meant very few breaks to go to the bathroom at work and often she didn't like going at work because she preferred the clean, comfort and silence of her own toilet at home. Her husband David knew not to bother when in the bathroom, thus allowing herself to pee without being overcome with shyness like she often would in public unless she knew she was alone. Samantha was just pulling into the driveway as she then stopped and got out of the car as she squirmed a little bit in desperation but still kept composure. She only had one break today which meant she was quite desperate to go now. Samantha then opened the door as David greeted her "Hi honey. How was work?" "You know me. Busy all the time" Samantha smiled as she then saw her daughter Ashley run up to hug her as she did so "Hi sweetheart" "I not wet my diaper today mommy." Ashley said with a smile. "That's good" Samantha said proud of her "You ready to try the potty?" Ashley shook her head as she then ran off to play. Samantha and David had been trying to potty train their daughter with little success. Something they'd have to deal with soon. Thinking about that again made Samantha remember the toilet as she then headed up the stairs. Before she could do so David called up to her "So what do want to tonight hon? Eat in or out?" "I think I'll cook at home I don't know" Samantha said as she head up "Didn't have much break today babe so I'm kind of at maximum capacity here." David nodded indicating he understood as Samantha then headed up the stairs. Samantha quickly entered the bathroom and shut the door as she then headed over to the toilet and sat down to pee. She sighed at finally getting her relief as she sat there for what felt like ages as the stream continued to trickle before slowing down. After finishing she went to wipe and then stood up to flush the toilet. As it flushed though she began to notice it bubbling and some leakage come through in the back. Worried she quickly ran out of the room and called David "Honey. Can you come up here? I think somethings wrong with the toilet." A few minutes passed before David joined her in the bathroom as he began to inspect the damage "Looks like it's overflowing. I don't think I can fix it though I'll have to call someone." Time passed in the day as Samantha sat at her computer desk doing some work before she saw David approaching her "So what did the plumber say?" "He said he's unavailable to come this week and I looked around there aren't many other guys in the area we can approach. You think there would be more of them?" David asked wondering why they couldn't get a hold of someone. Samantha didn't want to obviously be without a toilet for long. Even with her ability to hold she knew she'd have to go eventually "So what do we do?" David then voiced an idea "I know it's kind of sudden to do but why don't we buy a new toilet? I hear there are guys down at the store that can help you install it and put it together within a day?" "Can't they fix our regular toilet then?" Samantha asked "I don't know if I want an unfamiliar toilet at home. Bad enough the ones out in public." "I know it's a bit daunting honey but it could maybe be the best thing that happened? We buy a new one now we probably won't have to replace it again for another couple of years and there's good deals on them." David said trying to get her to agree "It's the best option." Samantha again didn't want to be without a proper toilet for long so she decided to agree. "Okay" She then kissed him. They then broke it. "So I guess I'll go looking tomorrow?" David asked "If it wasn't for work I'd be there. I'd like to know what I'm getting and if it's quality" Samantha said "I'll probably be there still when you're coming home so you can stop by the store?" David suggested. "I'll be there" Samantha said with a smile. The next day Samantha decided to be on the safe side and lessen her liquid capacity. Often she drank to keep herself hydrated and focused during the day but given her trips to the bathroom would now be even more infrequent she would have to keep it low so that she wouldn't be where she was yesterday before meeting with David at the store. While at the sink in the ladies room she suddenly heard her friend and co-worker MIchelle enter in "Hey Sam." "Hey" Samantha said as she turned to see Michelle walk into a bathroom stall and sit down to pee, being able to hear her peeing as she kept the door open. Turning away to give her privacy Samantha began to tell her what she was going to do later "Our toilet at home broke and because it would take awhile to fix it David suggested we should buy a new one." "Great" Michelle said as her stream slowed down and stopped and she went to wipe "You know they're getting pretty advanced nowadays. I hear there's a toilet down there that's like the toilet of the future." "Toilet of the future?" Samantha asked confused. "Yeah" Michelle said as she flushed the toilet and joined her at the sink and continued "It's got all these features. It automatically can open the seat up with a push of a button. So no more having to put the lid down after he leaves it up. You can time it to your phone so it can call you and it can talk and know your name. I don't know a whole lot but sounds like it's got the whole package. Samantha didn't like the idea however "Why is everything technology based nowadays? I don't want a toilet calling me or knowing me." Michelle shrugged "I'd buy it for the automatic closing seat alone." Both of them then left the bathroom as Samantha wondered would David buy such a thing? Well even if he tried she would be there to say no. No way was she going to have some robot toilet in her house even if some of those features sounded promising. It sounded too complicated and again intimidating for someone whose self conscious about peeing in unfamiliar territory like Samantha was. A few hours later Samantha and Michelle were leaving work as Samantha headed to her car "Well I'll let you know how the toilet hunt goes. I know one option I won't be going with." "You can't knock something until you try it Sam. You gotta get over this fear of the unknown of yours" Michelle said "Easy for you when your so open about that kind of thing." Samantha said as suddenly she got a call "Hello? David? Yeah I'm on my... you got a new toilet already. But I thought we... You saw it thought I would love it and jumped at it without hesitating and now it's at home ready to go?" Samantha listened for a few more moments as she finished up the call. "Okay well. Bye. He says the second he saw the toilet he bought he knew it would enrich our lives." Michelle smirked "Sounds like you guys are proud owners of a super toilet. Samantha groaned as she began to squirm a little her need to pee now beginning to arise. Ignoring it she got into her car as Michelle followed her in hers. Maybe the toilet wouldn't look so bad. Samantha and Michelle arrived at Samantha's house as David opened the door for them. "Hi honey, hey Michelle. Sam told you about the new toilet huh? Wait till you see it. It's unlike the toilet we had or any we could have had." Michelle looked at Samantha as she said "I'm sure it isn't." The three of them then went upstairs, Samantha's legs slightly crossing as they then entered the bathroom. What greeted them was certainly something. The toilet was black in colour looking somewhat metallic, being placed on a high grey stand. There were buttons on the side for it's features. "Wow." Samantha said not sure how to feel. Well she knew what she felt she didn't want it. "It's great isn't it? There's many features too it. You can play music." David said as he pushed a button and an operatic audio was heard as he stopped and changed "Or it can read too you." The toilet then read a passage from a book. "It's got a seat warmer. There's a night light feature for night time." Samantha's brain was wracked trying to understand how such a thing was made? Looking at it didn't also help her need to go as she ignored it. "So what do you think honey?" David asked her. Samantha noticed David's enthusiasm. Saying how she really felt she somehow would be letting him down "It's quite a gift honey." "I know you don't like dealing with the unfamiliar. But that's why I got it. It's designed to be the ultimate toilet. With all the functions needed to put anyone at ease." David said as he hugged her. Samantha hugged back as she stared at the new toilet in front of her. How was she going to get used to this thing? She wouldn't. But she couldn't avoid it forever. David seemed happy and he looked like he did it for her. She didn't want to rob him of the gesture of doing something out of love. She just didn't know what to do. "I'll leave you to get acquainted. He knows your name and all so it'll greet you no problem. I'll synch up your name eventually Michelle." David said "You'll be seeing me more often now that's for sure" Michelle said looking at it. Samantha then looked around as she noticed something was missing "Um honey. Where's the toilet paper?" "That's another thing. We can save on toilet paper because this it can clean you. Just press one of the buttons and..." David said as they looked at a little fountain of water sprout up "Not that it cleans itself." Samantha wasn't sure she'd be able to live with this. She then noticed David leave as she doubled over in desperation "What am I going to do Michelle? I can't use this thing!" Michelle noticed her as state as she voiced her opinion "Whether you like it not it's here to stay. And not even you can hold it forever." "I know. He got it for me and it was sweet." Samantha said as she crossed her legs "I need to get dinner started." "You're not going to go?" Michelle asked as Samantha ran off "Then I guess I will" Michelle said she sat down to pee "Okay let's do this toilet." Samantha could hear Michelle's sighs of relief and her pee audio echoing through her ears as she heard her giggle upon the spray making contact. Hearing her only made her want to leave faster. Time passed as Samantha still hadn't gone. She didn't know how much more she could hold for. It didn't help with the glasses of water she drank with dinner. As she finished her third glass she got up from the table "I think I'm turning in for the night." David kissed her tonight as she thought about saying something but didn't "Thank you for the new gift honey." "No problem." David said as he watched her go up the stairs. Samantha passed by the bathroom as she looked at the robot toilet practically inviting her to sit down on it. Try the seat warmer. It'd relax her. She shrugged it off as she got into bed and tried to sleep. She'd deal with it in the morning. A few moments passed as she wiggled around in the bed before she was unable to take it anymore. It was time to confront her fear. Running as fast as she could she ran into the bathroom, forgetting to close the door as she pulled down her pants and panties as she sat down on the toilet. Freezing and being unable to let go she wasn't sure what to do until she heard it's calming voice "Hello Samantha. Do not be afraid. If you need to relax I can play you music." Samantha didn't know what to say as she heard the calming melody. It was enough for her to let go as she let out an endless stream as she sighed and gave a little moan at being finally able to go as she continued to pee an endless stream. Finally it slowed to a trickle and stopped as she pressed the button to clean herself as she gave out a yelp at the water touching her butt like Michelle did. Suddenly she gave another yelp as she looked up to see David standing outside. He knew deep down she was hesitant about but knew she had to come around to it on her own. And it looked like she had. "So what do you think?" Samantha outstretched her arms and hugged him while still seated on the toilet. She could get used to this after all. The End. Again probably not good and was rushed. Again feel free to write your own version and again if you want to hear my other ideas then ask.
  17. Xx4evRockerxX

    A New Chapter

    Hi all! so I wanted to make an interactive that’s story heavy with holding / wetting as main themes. It’ll take place from a currently unnamed character who just made a huge life change and I figure we’ll see where it goes from there. This is my first interactive story so of course there’ll be a bit of a learning curve. Just because I offer options doesn’t mean suggestions aren’t more than welcome. Anyway, here we go! ——————————————————————— Chapter 1 - My First Day Murmph. Waking up has always been the hardest part of the day for me. Especially today, waking up in a brand new bed, in a new bedroom, in a new city. Different smells, different sounds. Different feeling of new sheets against my mostly naked body. Same good luck black lace undies. No bra, naturally. Only psychopaths sleep with a boob jail on. I stretched out, waking all my muscles back up. Same comfortably full morning bladder. Good to see some things never change. ~ what’s my name? A) Alicia B) Amanda C) Rebecca D) Other (fill in the blank) Ugh, my bed was so warm and comfortable. Probably the last time today I’d feel so at peace. A few more minutes couldn’t hurt anything, right? During the big move, I’d lost my phone. Honestly, not really a bad thing. It would be nice to take a step back from the constant connectivity and social media. However, that meant no distractions for me, and I quickly drifted back off to sleep. Some time later, I woke up, equally as comfortable as the first time, almost imagining I had dreamt it. Much to my displeasure though, I had not. And my little early morning stretch and nap actually lasted an hour. Now I was running quite late. Getting out of bed, I instantly went from warm and comfortable, to cold and a little agitated. My confortably full bladder was now an uncomfortable inconvenience and distraction, as well. I looked at the clock and realized I had to seriously skimp on my morning routine. I only actually had time for one thing to get ready. ~ what should I do this morning? A) Releive my inconveniently full bladder B) Eat breakfast C) shower D) do my makeup E) other (fill in the blank)
  18. I’m starting up a brand new art request thread! You can request some sort of desperation again, but now you have more options! First, the limitations. I’m not a furry and I can still draw that kind of stuff if you want it, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll do a good job. You should probably find someone more qualified. I’m also only into female desperation, so if you want male, you should probably find someone who’s into that. If you’re into male furry desperation then I can’t help you at all. One other thing, I do not draw underage girls, or lolis or whatever, but my cartoon-y style looks pretty cute anyway so there’s no need to request something like that. Now you don’t have to answer any of these, they’re completely optional. It would help me and I’m sure it would help you, but if you don’t care then I’ll decide for you. You can pick a style for me to draw it in! The more realistic style takes a little longer, but time shouldn’t really be an issue. You can choose to have color and shading! If you want it to be black and white, or just color, or just lines, then you can ask for that! You can also choose to go lineless! This also takes longer, and if you choose realistic and lineless I will hate you, but you totally can! (I do not recommend pairing lineless with just lines, as those will cancel out and you will receive a blank drawing) I can also do different types of shading! Cel Shading, smooth shading, and rough shading. Choose which one you’d prefer (unless you don’t want shading) Some people are especially kinky and like exaggerated bladder bulges. If you’re into that, then I’ll exaggerate it! I’m into it too! (The example isn’t nearly as exaggerated as I can go) I’m not great at them, but I can include “accessories” like X-rays, bladder meters, diagrams, and anything else you can think of. Those are your options, so if you like what you see, then request something! I’ll draw it, eventually.
  19. Since some of us have been asking for more cam models who do pee desperation, I have been searching for just that. Kayra was our first largely popular model, and I know anya and marcus have had a few shows too (very nice couple btw and I look forward to their next show). However since no model is on all the time, we often have been left searching endlessly to find another bladder queen(at least i have been), not to replace our favorites, but to give us more models who are willing to hold. I have found another girl who is not only willing to indulge us, but was quite eager to give it a try once I showed her our forum. I explained what most of us were after, drinking lots, holding as long as she can, and as big and full of a bladder as she can possibly handle! She is excited and offering to give us a holding show on Tuesday at 2am eastern time. The idea being she will start drinking some before hand, and its up to us to show up and tip her to drink more and continue to hold, much like kayra did. She is newer to holding, so by no means am I expecting her to drink as much and hold as long as our queen kayra did, but she seems up for the challenge, and will start by attempting 2 liters for 2 hours (we'll see how it goes from there). Now here's the fun part for now, after some very playful convincing back and forth, we agreed that I buy her a bottle and she would drink that liter right then, on an already 10/10 full bladder. Granted she didn't last much longer after that *evil laugh*, but I did get her explicit consent to both take screenshots and post them here for you all. For the show, 100 tokens buys one liter, same as usual. However I made it very clear to her that she should not drink more than she can handle, and we don't want to make her sick, so be gentle! There is nothing specifically set for when she reaches her holding limit, some of you may decide to take her for a private show, maybe we decide on a public goal closer to the show, but I know she is hesitant to full on pee on cam publicly because of chaturbate rules on pee content. As long as she is just holding and not peeing, we see no issue with the public portion of the show, which after all, the holding is mainly what I'm after, and I know the same is true for many of you. For random other challenges...well I'm sure you guys have plenty you can think of, and if you enjoy the show, that would definitely help keep her around. Same as last time, I'm not asking you guys to go throw money at her, but this is the offer that has been presented, and I sure as shit will be participating ? Here are a select few screenshots, some of her drinking, posing, and of course, the best bladder bulge angles I could get from her. Enjoy! ...or shall I say, bottoms up? ? Link to her channel: https://chaturbate.com/alexa_bite/ My referral link if you choose to sign up so you can chat(since i never posted one with kayra, might aswell now), I get bonus tokens if you do, I will not be offended if you choose not to: http://chaturbate.com/in/?tour=4uT2&campaign=a8ZXt&track=purchasetokens and this last one is a bit blurry, but its the lowest angle I could get and I think you guys will understand why ?
  20. Sapphire3619

    malefemale Shame and Suspicions

    This turned out long. Maybe not the longest I've ever posted here, but definitely up there. Thanks for reading! Happy belated New Year! *** It’s not that Mandy was eavesdropping, exactly. “Eavesdropping” implied some sort of sneaking or subterfuge; Mandy just happened to pay attention to conversations that happened around her locker. “Senior lock-in is the best night of the year!” Cassie insisted, sounding every bit like the blonde cheerleader she was. “It’s more relaxed than prom, and way cheaper, because you don’t have to rent a tux!” Out of the corner of her eye, Mandy saw Ethan give a hesitant half-smile. “It sounds cool,” he acquiesced. “I’ll think about it.” Cassie put her hand on Ethan’s arm, a move that Mandy had seen melt much stauncher men. “It’ll be such a good way to get to know everyone!” she wheedled. “You don’t want to be the guy who just came for senior year, and then no one remembers you!” Ethan pulled out his textbook, not meeting Cassie’s wide-eyed gaze. “It’s so chill!” she promised, sensing an opening. “Literally, you do whatever you want! There are quieter rooms with card games and stuff, and then the gym has sports and is really loud, but then the choir room is for people who want to sleep, so you don’t even have to stay up all night if you don’t want to!” Gathering her own supplies for her next class, Mandy knew Ethan was done for. If he didn’t give in now and agree to go to the lock-in, Cassie would have the entire cheer squad on him by lunch time. Any feasible excuse would be futile. He had to work? Cassie would personally find an underclassman to replace him. Didn’t want to buy tickets? Cassie would talk to the principal and get them for free. Literally anything to get the cute, mysterious new guy to come to the first big senior event of the year. “I’ll…” Ethan trailed off as he turned from his locker to see Cassie’s oddly persuasive smile. He exhaled softly. “Yeah, OK.” “Yay!!” Cassie leapt and clapped her hands together, looking for all the world like Ethan’s capitulation was the best thing that had ever happened to her. “I’ll make sure Mrs. Schaeffer has a ticket in your name in the main office!” The warning bell rang, and Cassie turned and skipped sideways down the hall, still chattering excitedly as she went. “You won’t regret it! It’s such a fun night! I’m so excited!!” Ethan rolled his shoulders back, looking bemused. Mandy closed her locker and stared appraisingly at him. “So what’s your deal?” she asked bluntly, never one to pass up a chance to get more of a story. “Huh?” Ethan blinked, as if he’d just realized Mandy was there. “Why were you so against the lock-in? And why did you let Cassie talk you into it?” Ethan straightened, then shrugged one shoulder, projecting casualness. “I didn’t want to miss work, but I guess I can get a sub,” he said smoothly. Tilting her chin up, Mandy narrowed her eyes. “I’m sorry.” Ethan had been looking behind him, nervous about getting to class on time, but he turned back at Mandy’s apology, confused. “Oh, it’s no big deal,” he said, shrugging again. “Like I said, I’ll get a sub…” “No,” Mandy shook her head, her face deliberately nonchalant. “I’m sorry I made you lie.” She stood just long enough to watch a look of alarm cross Ethan’s face, then turned to go to class. *** On Friday, the night of the lock-in, Mandy pulled her car into the school parking lot at about 7:30. There was no strict start time for the lock-in – some seniors actually just stayed after classes – but everyone had to be there by 8, when the doors of St. Benedict High School were locked. Then, the seniors had more or less free run of the school (no teachers’ lounge, no chemicals from the science rooms) until 1 PM the next day. There were snacks for the night, a continental-type breakfast, and then a big pizza lunch before everyone had to leave. Many students came already wearing sweats or pajama pants, while others had a change of clothes in their backpack, along with a toothbrush and any other items they deemed necessary for an enjoyable night: playing cards, extra snacks, movies for the rooms that had TVs set up, etc. For Mandy, her most important extra item was her camera. She was the head of the yearbook committee, since the school was too small to have a newspaper, and she took her job very seriously. Mandy wanted to be a reporter more than anything. She wanted to tell the truth, expose cover-ups, and give people as much information as possible, so they could be fully informed citizens. She wanted to get stories from the people who experienced them, not pundits talking on TV. Like many high school students of her generation, Mandy was irritated at the way she felt her generation was portrayed in the media. Between the cost of college (and the increased competition for many schools), stagnant wages, and school shootings, Mandy thought that it was well past time for younger people to have a voice, and she wanted to be part of that voice. And her desire to learn and share the truth had only grown more urgent since last school year. Just a few weeks before the summer, there had been a shooting at Belden High, which was about an hour and a half away from Mandy’s town. She didn’t know anyone there, personally, but St. Ben’s had played them a few times in various sports, and all of the students had been understandably shaken at something happening so close to home. Mandy more than most. In the weeks after the shooting, Mandy had obsessed over the thought that someone had to have known that the killer was angry, violent, and had access to a gun. Surely people knew by now that it could happen anywhere, that no one was safe. She knew, of course, that not every angry student was a shooter, and that there wasn’t a single set of behaviors that defined every killer, but she was still determined to notice things. Not just potential shooters, though – Mandy wanted to truly pay attention in her senior year and see who was in need, who was struggling, who needed encouragement around the school. She wanted to figure people out. And her current target was none other than Ethan Lane. Mandy looked around as she entered the cafeteria, where everyone had to gather for attendance and reading of the rules before the night began, but she didn’t see Ethan. Setting her things down on a chair, she mentally ran over what she knew about the transfer student. Ethan had shown up on the first day of school, tall and quiet. Because their class was comparatively small – only about eighty people – the presence of a new student in their senior year was pretty big news. However, though Ethan wasn’t exactly unfriendly, he wasn’t exactly forthcoming, either. When asked where he was from, he’d say something like “Oh, we moved around a lot, and now my mom got a job here.” When asked about his interests, he’d give a few generic answers, then say something about how he never really had time to do clubs or sports, because they moved so much. He didn’t talk much overall, so it’s not like his vague answers were overly suspicious, but Mandy had made it her mission to notice and understand, so… Ethan knew none of this. His only goal was to get through senior year without drawing too much attention. Even though spending the night in the school building didn’t sound at all appealing to him, he’d made the quick mental calculation while under Cassie’s persuasive gaze that not going was more noteworthy than going. And thus, Ethan found himself pulling into the school parking lot just before 8 on Friday night. He’d prepared, and he had a mental game plan – he’d just hang out with the class for a while, maybe watching a movie, maybe just chatting in the cafeteria, and then he’d feign weariness and find somewhere to sleep. Ethan steeled himself as he walked through the doors. He showed his ticket to the teacher at the check-in table, then scanned the room to see if there was some unobtrusive place to sit down. Cassie, surrounded by friends, waved him over enthusiastically, and Ethan had to settle for decidedly obtrusive instead. From her seat, Mandy watched Ethan intently. He looked uncomfortable, but not necessarily any more so than was warranted by the fact that he was the sole new kid walking into an overnight event. Still, she wanted to keep an eye on him. As Miss Lockwood, the AP English teacher and senior class advisor, stood to welcome everyone, Mandy slid out of her chair and sidled across the room to get a seat at Ethan’s table. The class was respectfully quiet as Miss Lockwood read through the rules – no alcohol, obviously, no sex, no destruction of school property, and no leaving before 1 the next day without explicit parental permission. She kept her words, short, however, and soon enough, the room erupted with friendly excitement. Some students sprinted off the find TVs, another group barreled toward the gym to start a dodgeball tournament, but Cassie and a handful of her friends stayed at their table. “So, Ethan!” Cassie grinned. “We’re so excited you decided to come! We’re so happy to have you in our class, and we can’t wait to get to know you better!” Ethan smiled. “I was actually hoping you could tell me more about all of you and the school,” he said smoothly. “You were right, Cassie – this is the perfect opportunity for me to learn everything the rest of you already know.” Cassie beamed, proud that her suggestion had been taken seriously, but Mandy was skeptical. This seemed like another ploy for Ethan to keep from having to talk about himself. “Here, before we get started…” Marisol pulled a bunch of bottles of Mexican sodas (all school-approved, of course) out of her bag, straight from her visit to her grandmother over the summer. “I brought plenty, so drink up!” Without even asking, she passed one to Ethan, who hesitated. “Don’t worry,” Marisol promised, winking, “there are no worms or weird, illegal herbs in them. It’s just like regular soda, just more flavorful.” “They’re great, Ethan, you’ll love them!” insisted Cassie. “Mari brings them every time she visits her family.” Ethan gave a half-smile and twisted the top off, having again decided that acquiescence was the way to go in this situation. He took a sip; the drink was really good, very fruity. It turned out to be a doubly strategic choice – as long as he had a soda, he could keep the bottle near his lips and use it as a chance to pause before answering any questions, often using that pause to quickly think of a way to deflect the conversation back to the other students at the table. It was an effective system, and Ethan barely had to speak over the next hour and a half, as Marisol kept replacing his empty bottles. Eventually, someone pulled out a pack of cards, and the table split into smaller groups, playing spades, hearts, and poker. It was a good way to pass the time, and Cassie had been right; it seemed like a pretty chill night. After far too many rounds of cards, with most people switching games at least once, and Ethan still not having to answer any detailed questions (much to Mandy’s consternation, as she’d very carefully kept within earshot of him), Cassie suggested heading to one of the TV rooms to relax and watch movies. Texts were sent, and it was determined that most of the group would head to the second floor religion classroom, where a Matrix marathon was currently going on. Ethan obediently followed the group upstairs; it was just after 11 now, and he’d promised himself he’d make it until midnight before “going to sleep.” Luckily, it was quiet in the classroom, save for the sounds from the movie. Ethan let out a breath, grateful to be further released from the demands of conversation. Settling into a desk, Ethan half paid attention to the screen, while Mandy fully paid attention to Ethan. He hadn’t said anything particularly strange or incriminating, but he still looked…off. Like he didn’t want to be fully involved, or like he was just waiting to be somewhere else. Mandy was partially right, at least. Ethan was more than ready to be somewhere else. He kept surreptitiously checking his phone as the movie went on, and finally, at 12:02 (he’d decided exactly midnight would be too suspicious), he shifted sideways. “I’m pretty tired,” he whispered to Cassie. “I think I’m gonna go find somewhere to sleep.” There were a few whispered protests, but Cassie shushed them. “I promised him we wouldn’t make him stay up all night!” She turned and smiled at Ethan. “Good luck – it’s always weird trying to sleep for real in a place that’s not meant for sleeping. We’ll see you in the morning!” Ethan visibly relaxed, grateful to have been released. “Yeah, see ya.” He slunk out of the classroom, carefully shutting the door behind him, but he didn’t head to the choir room. He hadn’t actually said that he was going to sleep in the designated room – just that he was going to sleep. Most of the teachers knew to clean out their rooms before senior lock-in, and others just kept their doors locked altogether. Ethan knew that Señora Garcia, the Spanish and Latin teacher, had a couch in her room and was relieved to find both the door open and no one else inside. He pulled his hoodie tight and curled up on the couch, proud that he’d made it to his self-assigned deadline. And deliberately ignoring the nagging sensation in his lower abdomen. Mandy, having faked a trip to the bathroom, watched Ethan step into the Spanish classroom. Hoping she wasn’t being too obvious, she glanced through the narrow window on the door and saw him sink onto the couch in the back of the room. Mandy sighed, mentally chastising herself for being paranoid. Ethan really did want to sleep. And for nearly three hours, he did just that. The school wasn’t huge, but it was big enough that the noise from the gym didn’t carry all the way around the building, and none of the TV rooms had the volume overly loud. Yes, it was slightly disconcerting to sleep in a dark school, but not so much that Ethan was unable to do so. Before 3 AM, however, Ethan awoke and spent a few seconds being confused before remembering that yes, he was in school overnight, and yes, he had just been sleeping on Señora Garcia’s couch. Once those realizations were complete, one more piece of awareness fell into place, and Ethan’s confusion was quickly replaced by terror. There was an awful, full feeling deep in his abdomen – one that he had directly planned against. Trying to remain calm, Ethan pulled out his phone. 2:53 Damn. There were still hours left. Ethan silently ran through his options, and managed to convince himself that he could just go back to sleep. This could be one of those weird times where it felt like he really had to pee, but then it didn’t actually get worse for a long time. He flipped over so he was facing the back of the couch and curled up, closing his eyes. He forcibly tried to fall asleep (which, of course, is a terribly ineffective way to fall asleep) for a half hour when an uncomfortable jolt from his bladder made him cringe and roll over. Now, Ethan was breathing hard. He knew what was going to happen, but he still tried to convince himself that he had options, that this wasn’t going to end horribly. Ethan sat up, pressing his thighs together. He rose and tiptoed toward the door, opening it as quietly as possible. He didn’t hear any noise coming directly from the hallway, so he stuck his head out to look around. He could hear distant noise coming from the gym, but he didn’t see anyone in the second floor hall. He carefully shut the door behind him, still trying to make as little noise as possible. The boys’ bathroom was on the other side of the school, so Ethan crept down the hallway, warily looking out for any classmates. Other than the noise from the gym, the school was eerily quiet. The main hallway lights were off, as were most classroom lights, and the safety lights gave off an odd glow, lending an uncanny feeling to the whole endeavor. Ethan walked slowly, rubbing his thighs together. As he approached the opposite wing, he began to breathe deeply, trying to convince himself that this would work. But as he pushed open the door to the restroom (empty, thank goodness), he knew his hopes were futile. He felt his pelvic muscles contract, and, even as he pulled himself free of his sweatpants, nothing happened. He clenched his teeth and bore down, but not one drop of urine escaped his exposed member. Ethan groaned and shoved his dick back in his pants. Stupid Mexican soda, he thought, though he knew he, not the soda, was to blame. Another wave of desperation rolled through his bladder, and Ethan gripped between his legs, thoroughly furious at his body’s lack of cooperation. He pressed his groin for a few seconds until the most immediate urgency passed, then tried to think of what else he could do. There was another bathroom on the third floor. Maybe, he told himself, it would be completely quiet up there, with no lingering noise from the gym, and he’d be able to relax enough… Back in the hallway, Ethan looked around again. He still didn’t see anyone, though he saw the flickering light, presumably from a TV, in the history classroom a few doors down. Deciding to be extra careful, he went the opposite way toward the main stairwell. The gym noise was more pronounced by the stairs, but it did diminish as he climbed up to the third floor. There seemed to be no one at all upstairs, which was both unnerving and relieving. As he turned left toward the bathroom, Ethan’s bladder spasmed, and he felt a leak slip into his underwear. He choked out a sob, then threw a hand over his mouth to muffle any noise. He shoved open the bathroom door, but his heart was already racing. The thing about school bathrooms is they all look pretty much the same, and as soon as Ethan set foot in the room, his muscles locked up completely. Frantically, Ethan once again stood in front of a urinal, pointing his dick at the bowl, but nothing happened. Despite the sheer volume of liquid inside of him, his bladder would not release. “Come ON!” Ethan leaned forward and pounded his fist against the wall, to no avail. Panicked tears prickled his eyes. His heart continued to race, and he feared he would pass out if he stayed in the bathroom. Stumbling out the door, hands pressed between his legs, no longer bothering to scan the hallway, Ethan shuffled forward, completely out of options. He couldn’t use the restroom like a normal person, no, and he couldn’t ask to leave, not that he’d make it until he got home, anyway. He leaked again, warm and glistening through his sweatpants, as if to underlie his mental calculus. Stupid Mexican sodas! Shuffling forward, Ethan frantically tried several doors before he found one that was unlocked. He tripped forward, barely pushing at the door to close it behind him. In the last part of his brain not consumed with terror and desperation, he realized that he was in the chemistry lab. Ethan lumbered about halfway across the room before lurching against one of the lab stations. He slid around the side of it, as if blocking his lower half from view of the door would somehow make this situation better. “No, no…” Ethan couldn’t help but whining as his leaks became more frequent. He was scared, he was angry at himself for getting into this situation, and he was in pain. Before he could think anymore, though, Ethan’s muscles gave out, and hot liquid gushed down his legs with almost mocking force. Ethan sagged against the chemistry station as he wet himself, hanging his head in defeat. This was always what was going to happen, of course, and he’d known it from the minute he’d woken up on the couch. His lower lip trembled, but he didn’t cry. The unfamiliarity of standing in a dark chemistry classroom at 3:30 in the morning served as a buffer to the worst of the humiliation of having an accident at age 18 in a technically public place. The trickling sound of his accident seemed to echo through the empty room, and Ethan tensed with shame. The feeling of physical relief was nothing compared to the fury he felt at himself for allowing this to happen. Out in the hallway, Mandy crept up the last stair and looked around. Still paranoid, she’d been making periodic checks of the Spanish classroom since Ethan had gone to sleep. When, at her last pass, she’d peeked in and seen him gone, she let herself get a bit nervous. She’d done a quick scan of the remaining “group” rooms, and, having come up empty, decided to search the third floor. She glanced around the hallway and noticed one door slightly ajar. The chemistry lab. Mandy’s heart rate spiked, and she tried her hardest to remain rational as she slowly stepped toward the unlatched door. Just because the new kid, the one who wouldn’t give a straight answer, was in the chemistry lab in the middle of the night, when nearly every member of the senior class was literally locked in the building, didn’t mean he was doing something cruel, right? Mandy paused outside the lab and listened. There was definitely someone in there; she could hear irregular breathing. She straightened her shoulders, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. Ethan’s head snapped up. He was standing about halfway across the room, half hidden behind a lab station. He looked horrified at being discovered, and Mandy felt her palms beginning to sweat. “What are you doing in here?” she demanded, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “N-nothing,” Ethan stammered, doing nothing to ease Mandy’s fears. “You’re not supposed to be in here.” Mandy took one step forward, reaching into her back pocket for her phone. “The door was open,” Ethan said, frozen by Mandy’s movement. She couldn’t see him, she couldn’t come any closer. “You shouldn’t be in here,” Mandy repeated, walking a bit closer, one step at a time, like she was in a wedding processional. “I just…wanted to see…” Ethan had no excuses. His brain was muddled and frantic, and all he wanted was for Mandy to stop moving toward him. He couldn’t tell, but Mandy was just as frantic. Ethan’s erratic behavior was all but confirming her suspicions. Each student looked in terror at the other, eyes wide, both petrified at what they thought was going to happen. “You’re not allowed…” “I didn’t mean anything…” “Ethan, what are you doing?” “Please stop…” “I can’t let you…” “No, please…” “You don’t have to do this…” “No, nooooo…” But Ethan’s pleas did nothing, and with one last forced step forward, Mandy stood in the aisle, staring directly at her classmate, finally able to take in the full scenario. The safety lighting in the chemistry room was dim, but enough for Mandy to see Ethan’s soaked pants and the giant puddle on the tile floor. “Oh!” she gasped. Her stomach flipped with relief, confusion, and secondhand embarrassment. She’d been so, so wrong. Ethan dropped his head, eyes welling with tears too numerous to hold back. His knees shook, and he braced himself against the lab station to keep from collapsing into his own mess. “I…” Mandy gaped in the silence, ashamed of her own paranoia. “Ethan, I’m sorry.” Ethan didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond. Mandy spoke again, compelled to explain herself. “I was scared. I was being unreasonable. I had convinced myself that you were, I don’t know, making a bomb or something, or hiding guns up here.” She saw Ethan’s shoulders tense and felt even worse. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated, voice small. “Ever since the Belden shooting, I’ve been super nervous about anything out of the ordinary. It’s stupid.” Mandy stared, but Ethan’s head was still down. She thought she saw a tear drip off his chin, and she wondered if she should just leave. She was just about to turn away when Ethan spoke. “It’s not.” Mandy leaned forward, unsure if she’d head correctly. “What?” “It’s not weird,” Ethan repeated, a bit louder, then sniffed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He finally looked up at Mandy, and the broken, knowing look on his face took her breath away. “It’s not weird to be scared.” Mandy allowed the weight of his words to wash over her, and then she knew. “You were there.” Ethan paused for a second, and another tear slid down his cheek. Then he nodded. “Oh, God.” Now Mandy felt even worse. Not only had she suspected a classmate with no real reasoning, she’d suspected a survivor. Mandy’s heart ached, but her intense curiosity and search for the truth kept her speaking. “Is that why you didn’t want to come tonight?” Ethan’s shoulders slumped. He’d told himself that this was exactly what he didn’t want to happen; he didn’t want anyone at St. Ben’s knowing where he’d come from, why he’d transferred. But now, standing in wet pants at nearly 4 in the morning, keeping his story bottled up didn’t seem like the best idea. He rolled his neck back and forth. “Kind of,” he finally answered. “I… I was in the bathroom when it happened. You know, you hear these awful noises, and you don’t let yourself realize what they are right away, because how could there be gunshots, you know? Even though that’s a thing now,” he added bitterly. “It was at the end of the school year, so, you know, we didn’t go back, and my parents were already looking for places to move, so I wouldn’t have to go back there, but then over the summer…” Ethan paused, embarrassed but compelled to continue. He took another deep breath. “We toured a few schools over the summer, because we wanted to make sure I felt comfortable in the building and the staff understood what had happened, but then at one, I had to go to the bathroom, but when I got in there, I just…couldn’t.” Ethan felt his face burn with shame at the admission, even though he’d already very obviously wet himself. He couldn't explain any more, even though he was pretty sure Mandy still didn't understand. She'd think it was just anxiety, PTSD or something, but it was more than that. He physically couldn't go in school bathrooms, and he hated himself for it. After a few seconds, realizing there was no more to that particular bit of the story, Mandy spoke up. “So you just…never go at school?” Ethan shook his head miserably. “I go right before I drive here, and then I just don’t drink anything, or not much of anything, during the day, so I never have to.” “But…” Stunned by this new information, Mandy tried to understand. “…how were you planning on making it through the lock-in? It’s 17 hours!” If possible, Ethan’s face fell even further. “My mom spoke to Miss Lockwood and got permission for me to leave at 8 AM,” he explained. “I thought I just had to make it til then.” “And then Marisol brought the sodas,” Mandy filled in, everything clicking into place. Ethan nodded, and a fresh batch of tears fell from both eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry I scared you.” “Oh –“ Mandy couldn’t help but reach toward him. “Ethan, no. Please…it’s not your fault.” Ethan blinked rapidly, futilely trying to clear the tears out of his eyes. Between his accident and his confession, he was exhausted and out of all ability to control his emotions. “Look…” Mandy reached out again. “Ethan, let me help.” Sniffling, child-like, Ethan looked up. “Where’s your bag?” Mandy asked, quietly taking control. “Did you bring extra clothes?” Ethan shook his head, crestfallen. “I…I didn’t think I’d be staying.” “That’s fine,” Mandy soothed. “I’ll sneak into the drama room. There’s bound to be something in there. Stay here,” she ordered. “I’ll be back soon.” In the silence left by Mandy, Ethan sniffled deeply. Disgusted, he stepped out of his puddle and grabbed some paper towels from the cleaning station to clean up his accident. It was an obnoxiously big puddle, and by the time he was wiping up the last of it, Mandy slipped back in the lab. “Here.” She laid a few options on the table, none of which were as bright or sparkly as Ethan had feared. “I…” Ethan stared at the pants, knowing they didn’t solve all of his problems. He looked back up at Mandy, imploringly. “I can’t stay,” he murmured. “What…what if I have to go again?” Mandy tilted her head to the side, thinking. She knew better than to try to convince Ethan that it would be fine. “Does Miss Lockwood know that you went to Belden?” she asked. Ethan nodded. “OK, then let me talk to her. I won’t tell her what happened!” Mandy insisted quickly, seeing Ethan’s anxious reaction. “I’ll just tell her that you’re uncomfortable being here. I’m sure she’ll let you go.” Mentally, Ethan warred with himself for a few seconds, but the fear of having to pee again won out. “OK,” he whispered. Mandy left to seek out the senior advisor, and Ethan quickly stripped off his sticky, cooling pants and underwear, reeling from the events of the last 45 minutes. He slipped on a pair of gray flannel pants, silently sending an apology to the arts department. A few minutes later, Mandy returned, smiling softly. “Miss Lockwood said it’s fine,” she explained, and relief hit Ethan like a bucket of cold water. “She said she’d meet us downstairs to let you out the side door. You just have to promise to text when you get home.” Ethan could only nod, nearly lightheaded with the consolation that he didn’t have to stay any longer. Mandy was already walking toward the door, narrating soothing words. “No one will see us. Most everyone is asleep by now, and the ones that aren’t won’t be anywhere near the side door. Don’t worry.” Downstairs, Miss Lockwood smiled encouragingly at Ethan and made no comment about the pants balled up in his arms. She unlocked the door, then respectfully stepped aside. “Are you going to be OK?” Mandy asked, staring up at Ethan earnestly. Ethan looked out toward the parking lot, the sense of impending comfort and freedom already easing the tightness in the back of his throat. He looked down at his unlikely rescuer. “I will be.”
  21. Just wondered if anyone wants to share situations where they have witnessed people very desperate to piss in public places? one of my best memories happened a few years ago on a summer Friday evening at about 7pm I got off the underground train at Highgate station (London Uk) along with many other people. I noticed an attractive man (late twenties) running along the platform trying to push his way through the crowds of people , he headed for the rear exit from the station which lead to a path next to some woods which led up to a road, i then noticed that he was no longer running but hobbling bent forwards- I overheard somebody ask him whether he was ok? He replied that he was looking for a toilet!! The next moment he jumped over the fence and headed into the woods- I genuinely think he was on the verge of wetting his pants ?
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  23. It's been a while, readers! As much as I love writing on here, I've been a bit short on time and long on prior commitments lately, so I haven't had a lot of opportunities. Fortunately, I got sick enough of not posting on here that I decided to start down my list of ideas, which begins with a fairly old story, but, since it's similar to the one I posted before, I figured you guys might like it. So... here's hoping you actually do. Our story begins with me and my girlfriend (I'm bi, sue me). We had been friends for a long time before we decided to commit to a romantic relationship, but we got along very well and found each other attractive, so eventually we decided it should happen. This girl, we'll call her Stella, was my first real, committed relationship with a girl, so everything that came with it was new and exciting; lots of dates, lots of time spent together, lots of mushy gushy stuff where, before, there was only flirting and the odd kiss or touch... and some new sexual stuff, too, so I enjoyed a lot. We were on a date when this whole thing went down, only this particular date wasn't much of a date at all. We had planned a movie marathon of the Star Wars films (of which she had seen none) in our comfiest clothes- I wore a long, soft black shirt and light blue jeggings, plus some comfy, pink, fluffy socks, and Stella wore... gosh, I don't even remember, but it doesn't matter. Probably some shorty shorts, since it was summer and that was what she always wore around the house when she wasn't going out. Anyway, halfway through Empire, Stella decided that we needed a break that went from stretching our legs to making out on the couch (with the movie paused, of course- I didn't want her to miss any of it). We had been at it for a few minutes when things began to heat up. She had begun to kiss my neck, which she knew I loved, and began to lift up my shirt, but, when her fingers brushed my back, I arched away, and she dropped my shirt. "What?" Her surprise was evident on her face; she was worried I didn't want it. "Should I not...?" "No," I mumbled, immediately embarrassed, "that just... tickled, is all." Stella's face immediately lit up with a mischievous smile, and I knew exactly what was coming. Stella had discovered a long time before this moment exactly how ticklish I was, although, unlike my friends who found the whole thing extremely funny, tickling me turned my girlfriend on, probably more than anything else we had done up to that point. She said she 'liked the way I squirm,' which... if she wanted a partner who would do that a lot, she came to the right person. ;P "Oh..." she said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive purr, "is that a problem?" As a matter of fact, it was. Stella and I had only been dating for a couple weeks at this point, and I was not comfortable enough with her house to use the toilet, as I had only been there a couple times- yes, I know such a hang up is childish, but it's lead to one or two arousing incidents, so I don't work too hard to fix it. The point is, having been there for the length of a movie and a half, my bladder was getting rather full in spite of my efforts to drink minimal amounts of liquid, and Stella's decision to tickle me now was highly unfortunate. "Um..." I began, but before I could get another word out, she was upon me, tickling me mercilessly. I laughed, of course, but it was not a happy laugh, and, between fits of giggling, I continually begged my girlfriend to stop. "Stella, please," I would say, or "Stop, stop, please, stop," or "please, please, please," but she wouldn't let up. Soon, she straddled me. I began to struggle and squirm, and this was just what she wanted. Stella began to tickle me with renewed energy, and I could no longer fit pleas between my laughter. All I could do was writhe, but eventually she let up and I caught my breath. "Oh... my... gosh..." I gasped. Stella looked at me quizzically. "I... can't... jeez, could you...?" "Tickle you more? Absolutely!" Stella said brightly, but she held off, waiting for my actual question. "Could you... give me a second..." I wheezed. I was by no means overweight, but no more was I in tip-top shape. When I regained my breath, I finally spoke up. "Stella..." I hesitated. I was going to ask her to stop, my bladder still aching softly from the effort of staying tense and keeping all the liquid inside me, but she looked so happy; blushing slightly, smiling widely, her crotch warm against my own. I knew she was enjoying this. I can handle a bit more, I decided. I nodded and her grin widened. Then she was back at it. It only took a minute for me to remember exactly why I had begged her to stop; my bladder muscles were getting weaker and weaker, and I knew that, if I let this go on for too much longer, I would have an accident right here, on my girlfriend's couch. I still had no intention of going to the bathroom, but I was convinced that, if she satisfied herself tickling me and gave up, I could hold it until I was ready to head home. I was wrong, of course, but I never got the chance to find out, because, at that exact moment, I sprung a leak. My eyes sprung open and a gasp escaped my mouth, momentarily stopping my giggles. I squeezed hard, and the leak stopped, but Stella's tickling did not. I knew that, at this moment, it was urgent that she stop. "Oh my god..." I managed, my mirth reduced by the horrifying realization that I may actually lose control, "Stel...la... stop... stop... please... I'm gonna pee!" "Oh, hush," she said, biting her lip, "you're only saying that so I'll give you a break." "No... no!" I pleaded. "I'm... serious... Stella, please..." she wasn't stopping. Another leak. This one was continuous, although tiny. Stella still wasn't letting up. "No, no..." I moaned, shifting back and forth, grinding against her in an effort to make her stop, doing my best to pry her hands away from me, but all my strength was focused in my bladder, and I couldn't. My desperate squirms only seemed to turn her on more, and she bit her lip, grinding back against me. "Please, please!" I bucked my hips, but she still didn't stop. Another big spurt, and I could feel my pants dampen. I tried again, revolting my hips against Stella, and it worked- she shifted... directly onto my bladder. I gasped as a huge jet of pee shot out of me and straight down my leg, wetting my pants to mid-thigh. I sat bolt-upright, and Stella finally stopped, backing up to avoid being headbutted. My hands flew to my crotch, but it was too late. "Oh, god," I mumbled, "oh god..." The pee wouldn't stop coming, no matter how I shifted or how hard I squeezed. I looked away from Stella, face burning, and noticed her floor- it was a sort of porcelain fake wood flooring. My pee wouldn't soak into that, so if I was going to wet myself, I would do it standing over the floor. I shoved my girlfriend off and stumbled off the couch, standing up on the floor, then grabbing my crotch and crossing my legs in a last ditch effort to keep from wetting myself completely. No good. The pee raced out of my bladder faster than ever, soaking my pants quickly, spilling into my cute fluffy socks, and then puddling on the floor. Since I had been drinking minimal amounts of water, it had a strong smell, and I was certain it would stain my lightly colored underwear and socks. I kept my back to Stella until the flow had stopped completely, then turned slowly to look at her, my face red with embarrassment. To my surprise, she was red too, but her face wore a look of arousal; she was still biting her lip and a lazy smile spread across her face. I looked at her, confused, and in response, she got up and kissed me deeply. "Hey," she said, still in the same deep purr, "that was... sorta hot." I gaped at her, in total shock. She had the same fetish I did?! "I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you said you were going to have an accident," she continued, "but... well, let's get this cleaned up." True to her word, she helped me clean up, got me a pair of her sweatpants while we put the soaked jeggings in the washer, and listened intently as I spilled the truth- that I actually really enjoyed it myself- before watching the rest of the film with me. Did Stella truly have the same kink I did? Well, sort of... it turned out later that she quite enjoyed watching me wet myself, but not the feeling of doing it herself. I didn't mind, of course. I wound up wetting myself for her a couple other times, although, since these were intentional, they didn't make for such exciting stories. I was never afraid to use the bathroom at her house again, either. When you've had an accident in front of someone, I suppose asking to use their toilet is a pretty major step down. She and I are still dating to this day, and I have no intention of breaking things off any time soon. Anyway, that was the whole story. If you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the comments, and check out some of my other stories, like "An Evening With Friends," which I actually referenced in this story, or "The Gates of Shambhala," one of my many fanfictions. I love writing stories for you guys, so if you have anything else you'd like me to do, feel free to let me know in the comments or by DM. Thanks for reading and I'll see you soon!
  24. It was almost sunset as a pink-haired demon girl anxiously waited in the palace garden. Her heart was beating wildly as she wondered if he had gotten her love letter or not. Various questions began to run through her mind. What would he think of the letter? Would he take it seriously? Would he throw it out? Would he be repulsed? Beginning to lose her confidence, she turned around and began to walk away. Suddenly she heard large footsteps behind her and the next thing she knew, there was a large hand on the back of her shoulder. “Please wait,” panted the voice. Turning around, the girl saw a tall, muscular man with silver hair. A swatch hair covered one of his red eyes. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and his braided ponytail was slightly swaying in the evening breeze. It was Azazel. Scrunched tightly between one of his fists was a pink piece of paper. “I got your note,” said Azazel bending forward a little as he tried to catch his breath. After a couple seconds, he straightened himself up and looked into the demon girl’s eyes. “Tell me Belphegor, is this how you truly feel about me?” The demon girl nodded, her cheeks a light shade of red. “Are you repulsed?” quivered Belphegor, not quite sure if she wanted to know the answer “Not at all,” replied Azazel. “Rather I am shocked. To be honest, you’re always running away from me, so I thought that maybe you hated me or something.” “That’s not true at all,” cried Belphegor. “I just get really nervous around people, especially you.” “Is it because I scare you?” Belphegor shook her head and said, “No. It’s because I’ve always liked you but could never find a way to talk to you and tell you how I feel. Every time I try to say something, I just get so nervous that I run away. I thought that maybe if I wrote it down in words, I could convey my feelings to you.” “I see,” he replied. By this point he was looking the other way. He was silent for a moment. “Belphegor, I…” “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way,” interrupted Belphegor out of fear of possibly being rejected. “I just wanted you to know how I felt.” She quickly turned around and said, “I need to get back to work.” “Hold on a second,” pleaded Azazel as he grabbed her arm and spun her back towards him. “The truth is, I feel the same way about you.” “Really?” asked Belphegor as tears of joy began to run down her cheeks. Azazel nodded his head. “You are the only girl I want to be with.” Then without warning, he slowly began leaning his face towards hers. Their lips were just inches apart… …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Belphegor jolted up in her bed. Her face was beet red as she tried to digest what had just happened in her dream. This was the eighth dream she had had of Azazel this month and it was by far the most sensual dream she had had of him thus far. “It’s not fair,” she muttered to herself. “Why do I keep having these dreams when I can’t even talk to him?” As she shifted her body a little, she felt something slightly wet. “Oh no,” she whispered under her breath as she slowly threw back the covers. Sure enough, the crotch area of her nightgown had turned slightly yellow and there was a large dark patch on her sheets. Before she could do anything more, she heard a knock outside her bedroom door. “Belphegor-sama, are you up? I’m coming in.” called the voice on the other side of the door. Without a second to lose, Belphegor threw the sheets back over herself, hoping that her little accident would not be discovered. A couple seconds later, her door opened and a small creature floated in. It was purple with three antennae like objects on top of its head. The creature had a monocle covering one eye and a large white mustache. It was her attendant Caim and in his hands was her itinerary for the day. “Good morning,” smiled her elderly attendant as he floated over to her. “I have your schedule for today.” “Go ahead,” she nodded. Caim unfolded the scroll. “The meeting you were supposed to have at ten o’clock this morning was postponed until six o’clock this evening and you have no other appointments or desk work for today. You are free to use your free time as you wish, but may I suggest going to Highness Beelzebub’s office. It appears that her office is a little short staffed today and that she could probably use some extra help.” “Alright,” replied Belphegor as she shifted uncomfortably in her wet nightgown. “Is everything alright?” asked Caim as he looked up from the scroll. “Everything’s fine,” she lied. “Can you go ask the chef to begin preparing breakfast? Also, can you leave the room for a bit? I want to take a shower and get dressed before I eat.” “Certainly, Belphegor-sama,” smiled Caim. “I will have the chef prepare breakfast immediately.” He turned around and began floating to the door. However, just as he was about to leave, Caim turned around and said, “Belphegor-sama, please leave your nightgown on your bed. I will have the maids wash it along with your sheets so that they will be clean for tonight. After all, we can’t have our darling Belphegor-sama sleeping in soiled sheets and pajamas.” “What are you talking about?” blushed Belphegor as she scrunched the sheets closer to her body. “I didn’t wet myself.” “That large spot on your sheets tells me a different story,” declared Caim. Belphegor looked down and sure enough, there was a dark patch on the outside of her sheets as well. Caim turned towards her and asked, “Was it another dream about Azazel-sama?” “Yes,” nodded Belphegor. “Why don’t you just tell him you like him already?” shouted Caim. “At this rate this old man will never see you get married!” “I’m sorry!” cried Belphegor as she thought to herself that most men in Caim’s position would likely have the opposite view. “Look,” began Caim, “You’ll never get closer to Azazel-sama if you keep running away. If you want things to change, you need to start making more of an effort. Otherwise the day may come where some other demon girl swoops in and snatches him from you.” “I understand,” said Belphegor as she looked down at her soiled sheets. “I’ll try to do better.” “I know you will,” smiled Caim. “Now go get cleaned up.” “Okay,” agreed Belphegor as she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Moments later, Belphegor was standing in the shower. She closed her eyes as the warm water cascaded down her body. Belphegor knew that Caim was right, but talking to Azazel was a lot easier said than done. Despite being a demon, Belphegor had severe social anxiety and a nervous bladder. Because of this, she was frightened easily and was often having to run to the bathroom. This was even more true when she was around Azazel. In fact, most of the time she when she made contact with him, she would wind up panicking and running away, often to the nearest toilet. As she let the water wash the soap off her breasts, Belphegor’s mind shifted to the dream she had just had. It had been the first time she had heard Azazel’s voice in her dreams, or at least what she imagined it sounded like. Normally when he appeared in her dreams, he communicated to her with sign boards that he would write on, just like he did in the real world. In fact, Belphegor wasn’t entirely sure if she had ever heard Azazel’s voice, but if it was anything like in her dream, than it would surely be wonderful. Her mind then zeroed in on the last part of the dream where Azazel was preparing to kiss her. Belphegor’s touch her hands to her lips and blushed as she secretly wished that she hadn’t woken up early from that part of the dream. Suddenly she felt something warm running down the inside of her thighs. If felt just a little bit warmer than the water splashing the rest of her body. Looking down, much to her embarrassment she saw that there was a golden stream running down her legs. It was at this point that Belphegor realized that her reminiscing of the previous night’s dream had triggered her nervous bladder to react in a way that was beyond her physical control. In an attempt to stop the yellow river, she cupped her hands to her crotch and applied pressure. She was temporarily able to stop her flow, however her hands were now holding a puddle of piss. She shivered as she felt some of it escape through her fingers. Realizing that she had seconds at best before the gates burst open again, she began looking around for something to catch it in. As she looked around, her eyes finally settled on the shower drain just a couple inches behind her. Turning around she took a step forward and squatted down in front of the drain. Unable to hold back the raging river any longer, she uncupped her hands. The moment she did, a powerful stream spewed forth and smashed into the floor almost two feet away. She watched as golden yellow pool began to form only to slowly seep back towards the drain. Not wanting to make more of a mess than she was already making, she tried to move back a little, only to lose her balance and fall onto her back. As she did, her stream shot up a little bit and came down like a small water fountain. She quickly sat up and spread her legs as best she could. Belphegor watched as her stream’s power began to die down, allowing her to better aim for the drain. By the time she finished almost two minutes had past. Belphegor carefully rose to her feet and grabbed the shower head. She then set about rinsing off her legs and the shower floor. As she did so, she couldn’t help feeling like the bed wetting and the shower peeing incidents were a bad omen that today was going to be a bad day. Turning off the water, she prayed that she was wrong. Little did she know at that time just how accurate her previous premonition was going to be. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. After finishing breakfast, Belphegor made her way down to Beelzebub’s office. Belphegor and Beelzebub were close friends and Beelzebub was one of only a handful of people who knew about Belphegor’s crush on Azazel. Just as Belphegor was about to open the door to Beelzebub’s office, she heard a man scream, “What are all these Gossamers doing in here? We need to get them out of here this instant!” “Aww,” whined a female voice, “but they’re so cute and fluffy.” “I don’t care,” said the male voice. “You’re supposed to be the leader of Pandemonium in Satan’s absence. This is not how Hell’s leader should act. Now help me get them out of here.” Just then, the man opened the door. It was Mullin, Beelzebub’s assistant. “Ah, Gocchin want brings you here?” “Caim told me that you guys were short staffed, so I came to see if I could help,” replied Belphegor as she began to fidget a little. “However, if this isn’t a good time I can come back later…” “Nonsense,” interrupted Mullin, “you’re always welcome here. Please come in. I’ll make you some tea.” A few moments later, Mullin came back with two cups of tea. “Thank you,” said Belphegor as she accepted the cup from Mullin. “You’re welcome,” he said as he placed the other cup down on Beelzebub’s desk. “Sorry about the mess, but it seems that several of the Gossamers in Lady Beelzebub’s room snuck out. It feels like I’ve spent half the morning trying to persuade her to put them back.” “Awww, but they’re soooo fluffy,” whined Beelzebub, holding one of the little white furballs to her chest. “Can’t we let them stay?” “No,” answered Mullin. “All they do is distract you from your work. We’re already busy enough as it is, so we can’t afford anymore distractions.” “You’re so mean,” pouted Beelzebub. “So Gocchin, what can we do for you today,” asked Mullin, ignoring Beelzebub’s comment. “Like I said earlier, I heard that you guys were a little short staffed and since I have some free time, I was wondering if there was anything I can do to help?” replied Belphegor. “You’re so nice, Gocchin,” said Beelzebub. “Unlike a certain someone who hates cute and fluffy things.” “I don’t hate those little hairballs,” snapped Mullin, “I just don’t think that they should be allowed to roam around in the workplace.” “Meanie,” muttered Beelzebub. “Am not,” sighed Mullin under his breath as he knew better than to try to reason with her when she was throwing one of her little tantrums. He then straightened up and looked at his clipboard. “Well, we’ve got a two-hour long meeting coming up in a few minutes and then the rest of the day will be handling paperwork for the summer festival next week. I’m not sure if there is really much that you can do to help us right now.” “Oh,” replied Belphegor, a little dejectedly. Feeling a little bad for her, Mullin racked his brain for something he could have her do. Just then one of the Gossamers jumped into Belphegor’s lap. It was then that he came up with an idea. “I know, why don’t you round up the Gossamers in this office and take them back to Beelzebub’s room where they belong,” stated Mullin. “Do you think you can do that for us while we’re at the meeting?” “That shouldn’t be a problem,” smiled Belphegor as she gently picked up the Gossamer sitting on her lap and set it down on the floor. “I should probably get something to put them in before I start moving them. I’ll just run back to my office and get an empty box so I can carry them all.” “Are you sure that won’t be a problem?” asked Beelzebub. “There are a lot of them in here and they like to hide from time to time.” “I can handle this Bell,” replied Belphegor as she walked to the door. “Besides, were friends so this is no trouble at all.” Just as Belphegor was about to touch the knob, the door swung open, and on the other side of it was none other than Azazel. The shock was enough to make her fall backwards. Azazel took a step forward and held up a sign that read, “Beelzebub, I heard from Mullin that your office was short-staffed today.” He then held up another card that read, “Is there anything I can do to help?” He then took another step forward and heard a small “eep” sound. Looking down he saw Belphegor-sama sitting on the floor. Her entire body was shaking. Azazel raised a card, “Are you alright?” “Eep!” was the only sound that Belphegor could mutter. She could feel her bladder beginning to fill and weaken. The urge to urinate was rapidly increasing. She knew she needed to get out of there and to a toilet fast. However, there were two problems. The first was that Azazel’s large muscular frame was blocking the only exit and the second was that Belphegor didn’t know if she could stand up without wetting herself. As Belphgor contemplated her options, Azazel reached out one hand while holding a card in the other which read, “Let me help you up.” Belphegor wanted to take his hand, but the very thought of it caused a shooting pain to reverberate throughout her rapidly filling bladder. The sudden jolt was enough to make her body recoil a bit from Azazel’s hand. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes from the pain that her nearly full bladder was creating. Suddenly before Belphegor knew what was happening, she was lifted into the air. Looking down, she saw that Beelzebub had picked her up and was now hoisting her above her head. “Please get out of the way,” ordered Beelzebub as she stared as Azazel. A shocked Azazel did as he was told. The moment he did, Beelzebub ran out of the room still carrying Belphegor. As she ran down the hall, she said “Don’t worry Gocchin, I won’t let you wet yourself in front of him.” “Thank you, Bell,” moaned Belphegor as she desperately tried to hold the flood waters back. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Meanwhile back in Beelzebub’s office, Mullin and Azazel were left in shock at what they had just witnessed. While both of them knew that Beelzebub had gorilla like strength, neither of them had expected to see anything like that. “Well, that was unexpected,” said Mullin attempting to break the awkward silence. Although in truth, he knew the real reason why Beelzebub carried Belphegor off like that was because the poor girl looked like she was about to have an accident. While he felt bad for her, he was also secretly grateful that he wasn’t going to have to explain a messy carpet to the maids who cleaned the office each night. As he turned his attention to Azazel, he saw a sad faraway look in the man’s eyes. “Hey bro, is everything all right?” Azazel turned towards Mullin with a sign that read, “It looks like I scared her again.” He then held up another card that read, “Am I really that scary?” “You’re not scary at all,” replied Mullin. “While you might look like a grizzly, you’ve got the heart of a teddy bear.” “Do you think Belphegor hates me?” scribbled Azazel on of the cards. “I don’t,” answered Mullin in an attempt to cheer up his friend. “She’s a shy girl and I think she tends to get startled easily. I bet the more time you spend around her, the less startled she’ll become to the point you’ll be able to talk to each other.” “You really think so?” wrote Azazel. “Of course, bro,” smiled Mullin, although in truth he couldn’t help wondering why Belphegor seemed to react that way around Azazel. Suddenly Mullin remembered something important that he needed taken care of. Pulling something out of his pocket, he asked, “Hey bro, can you do me a favor?” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The moment that Beelzebub and Belphegor entered the bathroom, Beelzebub threw Belphegor into the bathroom’s first open stall and closed the door for her. She the proceeded to patiently wait outside the stall for her friend. Inside the stall Belphegor backed up to the toilet and lifted her skirt. She then grabbed hold of her panties and began to pull them down while slowly lowering herself towards the toilet seat. Suddenly she felt the dam give way and a spurt of pee splashed against her blue and white striped panties. Realizing that it was now or never, she yanked them down as fast as she could. While she was able to get them down fast enough to avoid soaking her panties any further, she wasn’t fast enough to sit down. The moment she yanked down her partially soiled panties, a huge blast of urine shot backwards and splashed all over the toilet seat and parts of the floor behind her. No longer able to sit, all she could do was try to hover over the toilet. Meanwhile outside the stall, Beelzebub could hear the loud hissing of Belphegor’s piss stream as it sprayed places other than the inside of the toilet. Just the sound of it was enough to make Beelzebub have to go. She walked over to the second stall, opened the door, and saw that the toilet was wrapped in tarp with a sign that said out of order. She then walked over to the third, and last stall, only to find the same situation. Not having much choice, Beelzebub went back over to the first stall where her friend was and did her best to patiently wait for her to come out. About a minute and a half later, Belphegor’s stream was still going strong and showed no signs of giving up. Nearing her limit, Beelzebub pounded the side of her fist into the door and said, “Gocchin, how much longer are you going to be in there? I really need to go too.” “It might be a while,” Belphegor called back. “Just use one of the other two stalls.” “I can’t. The toilets in them are both broken, and I really need to go. Please hurry up.” “I’ll try,” replied Belphegor. Another thirty seconds passed and, in that time, it seemed like Belphegor’s stream was only getting stronger. Unable to take it anymore, Beelzebub whispered to herself, “I’ll just use the sink.” She then hustled over to the sink, hiked up her dress, pulled down her pink panties, and hoisted herself onto the sink without a second to spare. A second after hopping onto the sink, she felt her bladder give way, and cascade of greenish yellow water began flowing out of her and into the white porcelain sink below. “Thank God,” she whispered to herself as her muscles began to relax. It was right about then that Belphegor finished up. The moment she did, she could hear a second pee stream. Having been told that the other two toilets were out of order, Belphegor began to wonder where else someone could possibly pee in this room. Curiosity getting the best of her, Belphegor leaned forward and opened the door a bit. She was shocked by what she saw. Several feet away from her was her best friend with her dress hiked up, panties around her ankles, pissing in a sink. Belphegor couldn’t help but stare at the stream coming out from between her friend’s legs. “Do you think you could stop staring?” asked Beelzebub when she finally noticed Belphegor. “I’m sorry,” blushed Belphegor as she slammed the stall door shut. She then turned toward the toilet to assess the damage that she had done. Sure enough, the toilet seat was covered with piss, some of it beginning to run down the sides of the toilet and into the small puddles that had formed on the floor towards the back of the toilet. As she looked closer she found that she had even managed to hit the back wall. Unable to take the guilt of having made such a mess, she grabbed some toilet paper and began mopping up her urine. About a moment and a half later, she heard a knock on the stall door. “Hey Gocchin, is everything all right in there?” “Everything’s fine,” replied Belphegor as she finished wiping up the last few drops of her mess. “Did you wet yourself any?” “A little,” admitted Belphegor. “But it’s alright. I always carry a spare set of panties in my skirt pocket just in case something like this happens.” Belphegor then proceeded to remove her slightly soiled panties, rolled them in some toilet paper and stuffed them in one of her skirt pockets. From the other skirt pocket, she pulled out her backup pair and quickly put them on before exiting the stall. She then walked over to one of the sinks that Beelzebub hadn’t peed in and began to wash her hands. “Hey Gocchin, you were acting a bit stranger than usual today around Azazel. Did something happen?” “Last night I had a dream that he and I were in the palace garden and that he confessed his love to me. Then just before the dream ended, he tried to kkkk kkkiss me.” “And did you wake up wet?” asked Beelzebub rather bluntly. “If you’re asking if I urinated myself, then yes,” blushed Belphegor at her friend’s crude phrasing. “What else could I mean?” questioned a rather dense Beelzebub. “Never mind,” said Belphegor. She then looked at the ground as tears began to fill her eyes. A split second later, she felt the warm embrace of her friend. “It’s okay, Gocchin. Please tell me what’s really bothering you.” “It’s just that I’m getting tired of these reoccurring dreams of Azazel,” she sniffled “But don’t you like him?” “I do, but that’s not the issue.” “Then what is it?” asked an extremely confused Beelzebub. “The issue is that those dreams are a painful reminder of what can never be,” she sobbed. Suddenly Beelzebub released her embrace and rested her hands on Belphegor’s shoulders. “Look Gocchin, you can’t say something can never be until you give it you’re all. Right now you haven’t done that yet. You still have a chance. All you have to do is find the courage to take it. Who knows, maybe he feels the same way. And if he doesn’t, I will be a shoulder for you to cry on.” Beelzebub then turned her head and softly whispered under her breath, “But if he rejects you and makes you cry, I swear I’ll rip his balls off and give them to Cerberus as a chew toy.” As she said it, somewhere in the palace a shiver ran down Azazel’s spine. “Thank you for your encouragement,” smiled Belphegor as she wiped away the last of her tears. “Do you want me to walk you back to my office?” asked Beelzebub. “No, I think I’m going to stay here and clean up my face a little. I don’t want to go back out there looking like a crying mess.” “Are you sure?” “Yes,” replied Belphegor. “Besides, if you don’t hurry, you’re going to be late for you’re meeting and Mullin’s going to get mad at you.” “Fine,” muttered a clearly disappointed Beelzebub. It was clear by her reaction that she was looking for an excuse to put off going to the meeting. Just as she was about to leave the bathroom, she turned around and walked back over to Belphegor. “Hey Gocchin, can you do me a favor? If you get done early with rounding up the Gossamers in my office and need something to do, could you go to the storage room in the basement of the palace and get me the materials on this list?” Beelzebub than handed her a list. “Alright,” agreed Belphegor as she looked over the list. “Thank you,” said Beelzebub as she gave her friend one more hug. “I’ll get going now. Let me know right away if you need anything.” And with that, Beelzebub left the bathroom and began making her way to her meeting. As soon as Beelzebub left, Belphegor began splashing cold water on her face. She then took a couple deep breaths and looked at herself in the mirror. “No matter what happens, you have to keep trying, otherwise nothing is ever going to change,” she told herself. She then turned around and exited the bathroom. As she made her way to her office to go find a box to put the Gossamers in, she couldn’t help but think about how much bad luck she had had that morning. In an attempt to be positive, she told herself that since she had already started her day at the bottom, the only place left to go was up. Of course, what she didn’t realize at the time was that there was still plenty of room to fall before hitting the bottom and that this was only the beginning of what would be an awful day. To be continued….