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  1. UnDefined_404

    Running through the dungeon

    So, um, this is my first time writing an interactive, hopefully this can get off the ground. This was inspired by The Desperate Dungeon by Bees, and Make em pee by ShadowPhantom. So, what this would be about is a girl who goes into a dungeon, and you must collect items to get stronger, but at the beginning, getting killed is very easy, but when you die, you keep some of the items you’ve collected, making you stronger for your next run. So lets start! Some info: Collectibles: There are 3 forms of currency, VG (Virtual gold), Orbs, and Exp chips. VG can be spent at shops to buy items, but you lose them upon death. Orbs are saved after death, and are used to buy power ups and modifiers for your next run after you die. XP chips automatically make you level up when you get enough, letting you add to your stats. You keep your levels after death, but not your leftover XP chips. There is also Ethereal XP, which you keep after death. Achievements: Getting these give you either Ethereal XP or Orbs. Unlocking achievements unlocks others, in a tree sort of way Leveling up: Leveling up lets you either upgrade 2 skills of choice, or 3 random skills. Every 5 levels, you get a bonus ability pertaining to a skill For character creation now: Name: Pretty self explanatory , choose a name Height: How tall you are Breast size: ...chose a size Hair length/color: Chose either brown (Bonus HP), black (Bonus bladder), Blonde (Bonus storage), Blue (Bonus magic), Red (Bonus strength), and green (Bonus stamina) Stats: All stays start at level 1, but you can choose 5 to upgrade automatically. You can upgrade the same one multiple times: HP: The amount of damage you can take before death (10 hp per level) Stamina: Doing actions uses this. If you run out, you go back to the beginning of the dungeon with half of max stamina and lose half of max hp, but keep your VG, XP chips, and items (10 per level) Strength: The amount of damage you can deal. Also depends on your weapon Storage: The amount of items you can hold. (2 per level) Magic: The amount of spells you can use per run. Buy spells with Orbs Bladder: The amount of pee you can hold. (100 ml per level) So, lets go! Current Achievements: Wetting: 1: First Hold - Reach 100 ml) [10 Ethereal XP] Combat: 1: First Fight - Kill a monster [10 Ethereal XP] Progress: 1A: First upgrade - Die with at least 1 orb and buy a orb upgrade [3 orbs] 1B: Getting somewhere - Clear 3 rooms in a single run [10 Ethereal XP] Collectibles: 1: Forager - Pick up 3 items or 10 orbs in a single run [5 orbs] Other: 1: 1st reply - Get 1 reply [None]
  2. I recently got a drawing tablet and i've been having a lot of fun making art and experimenting with it. Here is a wetting drawing i made with my tablet. I intend on making more art and sharing it here. Story: Nineteen year old Alexis Bailey is the star athlete of her university. She excels at many sports. Today she's competing in a citywide championship 10 mile race. At the start of race day Alexis over sleeps and has to skip her morning pee as she rushes to catch the bus to take her to the race. As she arrives at the start line she feels a strong urge to pee. Alexis ignores her ever worsening need to pee as she outruns everyone else. As Alexis approaches the finish line she starts to leak uncontrollably. She continues peeing as she sprints towards the finish line, coming in first, and a little wet.
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  9. Kamie

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    From the album: Kamie's art

    I'm still learning. I've been really suggesting on a few images (Mostly on the only desperation comic about Kitty Katswell) to improve my drawning skills. I might create part 4.
  10. A follow on from my original series of 12 months of desperate workers. January: the gym owner Thomas was living his dream. Having been in the army for a number of years he knew and understood the importance of looking after your body and keeping fit. So it seemed perfect for him to be running his own gym. Business was doing good, party because he had been very business aware and made some great deals with local businesses that meant their employees could access the gym at a reduced cost with the employers paying the rest. For Thomas this meant he had a guaranteed monthly income regardless of how many clients came and he had just signed another deal with the NHS locally meaning he could take referrals from GP’s and pharmacists with the NHS paying a chunk of the fees. Of course Thomas knew this might change his overall client base substantially but it also generated a wider business and he needed that to survive. Thomas was thankful for loyal and well trained staff. The gym had been open three years now and thankfully he had managed to retain most of the original group of employees he had trained. Staffing was by far his biggest outlay so to help that expense Thomas worked long hours himself. January was always his busiest ever month. He was one of the few people thankful for the ‘new year, new start’ mantra and the proliferation of New Years resolutions. Thomas planned on doing al he could to break the trend of people attending the gym one month but never again. He put his life and soul into making working out as much of a passion for others as it was for him. Thomas had every part of his body honed and under his control. He ran his business like a machine and expected nothing but the best from everyone, including himself. So it came as quite a disappointment to him when Robin called in sick right in the first week of January! Thomas was fuming and found himself having to reschedule things to be able to do gym introductions to all the new clients Robin should have been training. Despite being stressed Thomas refused to let his frustrations affect his business so after his early morning workout he had a quick bottle of water in his office and a banana before seeing the first new client at 8am. Th first client signed up and paid their first month in advance and Thomas hoped he had done enough to convince them that the gym was a place for life not just for new year. Before he had even said goodbye he had to do another hours introduction to yet another new client, this time a middle aged woman who clearly hadn’t been in a gym in her life before. Thomas wasn’t even half way through the introduction when he felt his bladder sending him a signal that he should pop to the bathroom soon. He wasn’t going to walk out of an introduction though so he carried on showing the customer around and demonstrating some of the more basic equipment like the bikes and treadmill. He set a bike to its easiest setting and encouraged the client to try. She struggled and after just a few minutes Thomas helped her off. Worried he had put her off he veered her towards a side area with chairs and a computer and he switched on the computer to show some graphs and visuals of how regular exercise makes a huge difference. Thomas crossed his legs and bounced his knee a little as his need to pee increased quicker than he was comfortable with. He decided as soon as this client left he would make his way quickly to the toilet. He could see that the customer wasn’t likely to come often though she really would benefit from doing so. It wasn’t his place to judge though but he sighed inwardly when she leaned into her handbag and pulled out a can of cola. ‘Sorry, you can’t drink that in here. It’s our policy not to allow food and drink in the gym.’ ‘But they’ve all got bottles beside them?’ ‘Yes madam, water is actively encouraged and in fact everyone should be drinking around 2 litres of water daily and more if you exercise regularly. I’m afraid carbonated drinks do not count mam and we have a blanket policy if not allowing them here at all.’ ‘Mmm. Alright, can I have some water please?’ Reluctantly Thomas headed over to the water fountain and used a plastic cup to get the client some water, the gurgling water canister, the running tap and the filling cup all making his need to pee much greater. He carried the cup the few steps to the client and sat behind the computer as she casually put the cup to her lips and drank it all. ‘Thanks. How come you are not drinking since you think it’s so important then? I mean shouldn’t you be setting me an example since you seem to know everything that’s right for us?’ Thomas was annoyed. This woman had attitude and he just wanted her away so he could use the toilet and get on with his day. He had way better things to do with his morning and this was why he employed staff for tricky customers like this. Still she only had 15 minutes allocated time left in her introduction so Thomas took a deep breathe and answered as politely as he could. ‘Actually mam I have already had a quarter of my daily intake of water and will absolutely reach my two litre target and more by the end of the day. But just to show you how important it is I will have some now with you. Actually at your next introduction, should you wish to come back, my staff would be carrying out a full health check with one of those being a check to see how hydrated you actually are.’ Thomas couldn’t help but think his own measurements would be very high right now with such a full bladder but he kept quiet as he reluctantly once again walked over to the water container and filled another small cup of water and drank it all. It was cold, refreshing and lovely but Thomas knew it would just add to his already full bladder. He returned to his chair and crossed his legs while he tried to convince the customer to sign up. She left undecided and on her way out the door pulled the ring-pull to open her can of coke as if by some form of protest. Thomas sighed and shook his head before turning right around and heading for the bathroom. Except the receptionist stopped him before he got there. ‘Mr Rainman, sorry, it’s Simone from Waters Biscuits wanting to talk to you.’ Thomas turned, his bladder pushing strongly and his penis longing for release. ‘Can you ask if I can call her back please? Even in five minutes?’ ‘Unfortunately she’s about to leave the office and wanted to talk to you now before she goes. I told her you had just come to reception and were available. Sorry.’ Thomas wanted to scream. Can a man not get to have a piss around here? For goodness sake! But instead he said he would take the call in his office and went there right away. After all Waters Biscuits were one of the biggest local businesses as had a workforce of over 120 people. He could really make money if he could do a deal with them. He’d been trying to talk to them for months! He headed to his office and took the call. It lasted much longer than he wanted. For the first ten minutes he sat on his seat fidgeting and crossing his legs. He’d been so close to a bathroom, so tantalisingly close to peeing in a urinal and the thought made him so uncomfortable and increased his need exponentially. He was bursting now! He scissored his legs, bounced a little and moved his legs around. Still the call continued. He tried pacing the room. He tried standing against the wall. He even tried sitting on his table. Nothing seemed to take away from his ever filling and heavy bladder and his desperate need to piss. Still the call continued. Thomas sat back on his chair bouncing like a school boy and pinching himself closed. In his office his own water fountain gurgled, his large window overlooked the huge swimming pool and outside he could hear rain pouring down on the roof. The whole world was conspiring to make his need so urgent he felt if h e didn’t end the call soon he would regret it. He tried to close off. Simone kept talking. Thomas kept squeezing, pinching and rubbing. Simone wanted a date to meet to discuss things in more detail. Thomas wanted to piss like he had never wanted to piss in his life. He didn’t care when they met. He didn’t care how many people worked for them or how many he could sign up for his gym. He just wanted to relax and piss an ocean and NOW. Breathing heavily, sweating profusely and unable to sit or stand still Thomas suggested he pass the call back to his receptionist who could arrange a date. Things were so urgent Thomas has slipped a hand inside his gym trousers and he held his anatomy for dear life. Every second was dragging in. He was going to piss wether he was in a toilet or not. He had held as long as he could. Simone finally agreed to be passed back through and Thomas hung the cordless phone on its charger as he walked briskly to the door, one hand still down his trousers. He couldn’t leave his office in this state but if he let go he knew without a doubt he would shoot pee everywhere. He held himself tightly and headed over to the water fountain where he grabbed a small plastic cup and using his spare hand he placed the cup down his trousers and boxers and allowed a small amount of piss to escape. He had to concentrate so hard not to let much out but it was harder than he expected as his sphincter struggled to close the flow. Thomas placed the cup on his office table terrified still of letting go of his tightly pinched penis. Now free from the phone he muttered to himself. ‘Oh my God. I have to fucking piss so bad.’ He hobbled to the door still holding himself. ‘On the count of three Thomas just let go and run. You can do this.’ He told himself. So with his spare hand he opened the office door quickly pulling the other hand away from his underwear and waistband as he sprinted to the gents with urine dripping from his member. As he pushed the door open he made a beeline for the urinals pulling his elasticated joggers and boxers down as his penis strung up half erect from all his touching and urine filling it and piss cascaded out of it fast and loudly. With one hand Thomas guided his aim and with the other he leaned onto the wall, his body needing support with the effort and speed at which pee was rushing out of him. It was only 11:30am and he wasn’t due to finish work until 8pm. With all of Robin’s clients to see too he could only hope he wouldn’t need to hold again this badly before the end of the day. After all he still had one and a half litres of water still to consume and he did promise the middle age cola drinker he always drank enough. This could be a repeated problem if he didn’t watch out,
  11. Wombat48

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  12. I was once on a train that had no toilets. The seats were in a group of six, with three facing another three, and opposite me there was a gent, maybe in his med to late twenties who was sat on the end seat and looking around. He had his legs crossed and was bouncing his knee and I was so so wanting to comment and ask if he needed the toilet. He definitely appeared to be. Conversely I once found myself in a lecture theatre with hundreds of other students in an afternoon lecture and I hadn’t managed to get to the toilets since I had got up first thing that morning. As the lecture droned on and on I was getting more restless and fidgety and moving around. As time went on I leaned forward and tensed up as I was so bursting and trying anxiously to wait. I remember the person next to me leaning in and whispering ‘it shouldn’t be too much longer. Do you think you can wait?’ I found the fact that someone had actually mentioned my desperation so incredible that it really turned me on which helped me hold on. However I never had the courage to turn and see who it was as I was so embarrassed. Have you ever commented on a strangers or friends desperation before they admitted they had to go? Or has someone commented on yours without you saying you had to go? How did you feel about it?
  13. 'You've heard the stories, right?' 'Hm? No, which ones?' I ask with a mouthful of food 'Vampires! On the streets! S-stalking young girls at night and sucking out their blood! L-like the old stories!' 'Gwen, you're mad if you believe that nonsense' I say, taking another bite out of toast. 'Just rumours and nonsense' Gwen sighs and rests one hand on her hip. 'Alicia' she says. 'I don't really think it's vampires, but they're finding dead bodies in the street, dehydrated and wth two holes in their necks' 'Doesn't mean it's vampires' I mumble, spitting crumbs in her direction 'It means they're dead!' She shouts. 'Someone is killing people!' 'Gwen' I say, swallowing. 'You're going to be fine. You're going out in broad daylight. You don't need me to come with you to a job interview!' Gwen slumps back down in her chair. 'Hmph. Well, when you turn up at my house tonight and I'm not there, don't be surprised when it turns out I'm- 'Gwen' 'what?' 'I'll go with you' She smiles her thanks at me, and I cast a grin at her. I've known Gwen for a good while now - and we're close friends. We met four years ago walking our dogs, started talking and what have you, and started walking our dogs at the same time. Then her dog died and we walked mine. Then my brother took his dog with him to uni so we just started hanging out. She's about the same age as me, but she's a little shorter than I am. Oh, and she's an albino. You know, pale white skin, white hair, red eyes. Her hair is cut short, into a bob, and she lets it hang over one eye. She wears a lot of black and grey, as if to draw contrast. Today it's dark grey jeans, a white tee shirt and a black hoodie. We aren't leaving too soon, so she's not got her shoes on yet, but I know she'll be wearing her black converse shoes, as usual. For now she's sitting barefoot and wishing she'd bought a second pair of socks. She hadn't planned on staying the night, but time flies when you're with friends, and plans to leave at six quickly turn into 'oh I'll just sleep on the couch'. I'm a bit less albino and a little more ginger. Irish dad, Scottish mum, I never had a choice. I'm quite freckley too, meaning I didn't do well on school playgrounds for a long while. I'm just thankful I didn't need glasses too. I'm told I've grown into it quite well now though - especially now mum doesn't make me wear it in pig tails so I have two ginger balls dangling off my head! No, now I wear it loose, and my hair seems to have thanked me for it by not being so much curly as wavy now. I let it flow down to my shoulders, and in return it doesn't curl up and humiliate me. Leading away from my hair, I've got mossy green eyes, a slim-ish build, and a slightly turned up nose that I'm very proud of. Gwen by comparison has quite a small frame, and a smile that could melt hearts. You know the type, tiny smile, lips closed and a look that seems shy. Probably because she is quite shy. 'So what's the job you're going for?' I ask her. I know what it is, but I also know she looks quite scared about that whole vampire thing. She's staring at the floor and wriggling her toes - I've known her long enough to know that means she's more than a little nervous 'o-oh, the one at that little coffee place down main road' she says, looking up. 'We've been there a few times' 'oh yeah - I know the one. They have that lovely vanilla coffee, don't they?' 'That's the one!' She says with a smile. The vanilla one is her favourite, too. We've spent a decent amount of time there together - it's a nice little family run place, facing the pond in the little woods, almost exactly half way between my flat and her house - we met just outside, our dogs decided to get to know each other, so we decided to do the same. Then we got to know the coffee shop quite well. So after four years loyal service, when the owner needed new staff he asked both of us if we were interested in work. He told us he'd hire one of us, and now the interview is more of a formality than anything else. 'It'll be nice working there' I say to her. Gwen nods. 'It's nice and quiet, it's got lovely atmosphere, and the regulars are nice' 'Yeah' she says with a smile. 'We are' I giggle and finish of my toast, wiping the crumbs off my hands and onto my plate. I offer to take her plate in (she finished a while ago) but she refuses and takes it herself. We head to the kitchen, put our plates on the side, and I take a carton of orange juice out the fridge. 'Want one?' She nods. I pull a couple glasses out the cupboard and fill them. Then we both head to the front room and slump down on the sofa, careful not to spill them. 'So' I say, looking over. 'We've got a couple hours until your interview' I remind her. 'How could we pass the time?' She smirks and kicks her feet up onto the sofa, resting them on my thigh 'You stop that!' She smirks at me. She glances over to my games rack. 'Smash brothers?' 'Sure!' I hop off the couch and grab the game. I switch on the console, slide in the disc, chuck Gwen a controller, throw myself back down, and that's us sorted for a few hours. 'I totally should have won that!' I protest, slamming back into the sofa. 'I was pressing A!' 'Didn't press it enough' Gwen laughs, casting me a smug grin. 'Maybe if Yoshi wasn't trash' I grumble, making excuses 'A bad workman blames his tools' Gwen smugs at me. 'Yeah well I blame Yoshi for being a bad workman' I grin at her. She's going into over smug, I better stop her. 'Rematch? No random choice this time' 'Sure!' She says, sitting up. 'Hey, what time is it really quickly?' I glance around for a clock. I can't find one so I press the first button I can reach on my phone. 'It's like five, what time is the interview' She gulps. 'F-five' I can't hold back a sympathetic laugh. 'You've got ten minutes' I tell her. 'We better get going' She jumps off the sofa and scrambles to get her shoes, and I get mine. She picks up her bag when she's done, gives her hair a quick brush in the mirror, and stands ready at the door. Meanwhile I can't find my other shoe. 'Alice! Hurry!' 'You go on ahead' I tell her - 'I need to get dressed' 'What!?' 'Dude, I'm in my comfy pants and I'm totally commando right now!' She stands at the door whining. 'You'll be fine, they're just sweat pants!' I look down at them and pull the waistband. Still commando, but they're fairly thick grey sweatpants. Not the ones that hug on your ankles either, these are the comfy ones that hang loose. I slap the waistband back in place and look at my top. Plain white tee. I could not look any lazier without being asleep. I look at Gwen who's swaying side to side and holding onto her bag with an urgent look in her eyes. I sigh and smile at her. 'Alright then, but you owe me a coffee' She smiles and nods as I slide my feet into my trainers - comfy white ones I'd bought with the best of intentions to go running daily. So far I'm managing a weekly run to buy nachos and dips before movie nights. I sling on my red hoodie and pick the key up off the dresser. We head out the hallway and into the street. Gwen waits by the gate as I lock the door. 'Let's go' I say with a grin, and we head down the path. It takes about ten minutes just to reach the dirt path into the woods, at which point Gwen knows she's late. We're walking quite quickly, not quite running but fast enough that I'm a little out of breath. The sweat pants almost make sense. 'Time, Alice?' I pull out my phone and check the screen. 'Exactly five' I tell her, looking up. She recoils as if she's been hit by the words. 'Ah geez! Not a good start!' 'Not the best' I chuckle. 'Still, not too long now!' She nods and we carry on. 'I really should have gone before we left' 'Don't worry about it Gwen' I say to her. 'Geoff's a nice guy, he won't mind if you're a little late' 'No!' she says. 'I mean to the toilet! I gotta go real bad!' 'Why didn't you go?' I ask 'I'm already late! I didn't have time!' 'Go when we get to the shop' I suggest. She nods. 'After the interview, of course....There, I can see the place now, we'll reach it in five minutes!' We reach the shop, and Geoff's waiting for us inside - he even has two coffee's ready! 'So sorry I'm late!' Gwen says, stepping inside and taking her bag off her shoulder and looking quite flustered. 'I can not hire late staff' Geoff says, glaring at Gwen. I'm certain I hear her whimper. A cold silence hangs in the air while Geoff stares at Gwen, who's running circles on the floor with her shoes. Geoff is a quite a tall, bald man with a face like steel and a thick East European accent. He looks like he could eat concrete, but he's a really nice guy. He makes the best coffee, and he personally arranges the flowers on every table. Gwen looks at Geoff for a moment. He looks at her. A wide grin takes over his face 'Of course, I'm joking!' He laughs, grabbing Gwen by the shoulder and laughing. Gwen doesn't find it quite so funny at first, but she can't stop a little chuckle. 'Is not a problem!' He shouts, grinning. 'We are all late sometimes, yes? And you come here so much, of course I can forgive this!' 'Geoff!' Gwen laughs. 'Don't scare me like that! I almost thought you meant it!' He pushes two coffees toward her and grins. 'I'll be over in a second' he smiles. 'These are on the house' 'Thanks!' Gwen smiles back, and we head to our usual table - the one with the view of the pond. We sit down and take a sip. Vanilla - Geoff knows us too well. 'He had me for a minute there!' Gwen laughs. 'Should of known though, he'd never do that! Oh, I love Geoff!' 'Right? He had me going for a moment there too!' We laugh and drink our coffees, enjoying the view. The autumn evening sun isn't quite setting yet, but it's starting to cast long shadows and it'll look beautiful soon. While we're looking out the window Geoff makes his way over and pulls up a chair. I smile and nod my hello, and he returns it 'So! He begins. 'My wife insists I have interviews for all the applicants here, but of course I know you so well now is kind of not necessary. But you know how my wife is!' He says, grinning. 'A few questions then - do you speak English?' Gwen casts him an exaggerated confused look. 'What...is...Inglis?' 'I'l put yes' Geoff says, laughing. 'Your name?' 'Her royal highness and empress of India, Gwen' 'I'll just out Gwen to save space' he says. 'What makes you want to work here?' 'I just really like being able to afford food' she says. Geoff laughs again 'You come here often enough that I know you must like it here, so one last question - what are your full bank details and PIN?' Gwen laughs, Geoff smiles. 'Interview's done' he says. 'I'll try to make sure you are the one we hire'. He smiles again and stands up 'Oh, Geoff?' Gwen says before he can leave. Could I use the toilet real quick?' 'So sorry' he says. 'Toilet is completely blocked, I need to figure out why, and I might need to call someone over' 'Please?' Gwen pleads. 'It's really bad!' Geoff sighs a friendly sign. 'Sorry Gwen, but the toilet is not working for any of us, and I don't want to make the mess worse' 'T-that's alright! I'm sure I'll manage' Gwen says. Geoff nods and disappears behind the counter 'short interview' I say, sipping at my coffee. 'Yeah' Gwen agrees. 'Figured it would be longer' 'I'm certain he knows you pretty well by now, we come here basically daily' 'Have you heard the stories about vampires?' A third voice startles us - one of Geoff's daughters has come down and is at the counter. It's Victoria, the eldest. She's quite tall, pale skinned, and has straight black hair. 'hm?' Asks Gwen 'Vampires!' Repeats Victoria. 'Yeah!' Gwen says. 'I heard about that - See Alice, I told you!' 'That doesn't mean anything!' I sigh back at her. 'Probably just some murderer' 'Like that's any better' says Gwen 'I hear they are stalking after young women at night, I'm afraid to leave sometimes' Viktoria adds. 'Especially around here at this time of night...' 'Oh man, I know!' Gwen says, brushing her white hair to one side with her hand, the other hand between her legs. 'It's really kinda scary!' Viktoria nods and I look to Gwen 'You don't think...' I say to Gwen, quietly 'what?' I look over at Victoria. 'Pale skin, dark hair, red lips...' 'You mean Viktoria?' I nod. 'Have you ever seen her in the day?' 'She works evening shifts' Gwen says. 'I've never seen her with Batman either, doesn't mean she's batman!' 'Gwen! She fits all the stereotypes! East European, tall, pretty' 'she is very pretty' Gwen confirms 'Come on! It's her! She's the vampire!' 'I thought you didn't believe in vampires' 'I don't...but if they are real, it's her!' Gwen laughs at me. 'Come on, drink your coffee, I really need to...you know, go' 'Yeah, yeah' I smirk, taking a drink from my cup and putting it down empty. We pick up our cups and head to the counter. No-one's there yet, but we still shout 'goodbye' roughly in the direction of where we think they are. We head out the shop and make our way to Gwen's house. The way to Gwen's is quite scenic. The pond reflects the evening sunlight nicely, the red and yellow leaves on the trees make for a beautiful backdrop, and you almost can't hear the road on the far side. The wind rustles the leaves gently, making a nice accompaniment to the gentle lapping of the water against the bank. Usually it doesn't have the soft moans of Gwen though, because usually she isn't desperate for the toilet when we go through here. 'You could stop and go behind a bush or something' I say to her. 'There's no-one here' 'you're here!' She says, leaning to one side and holding herself. 'A-and what about the vampire!' 'I'm the vampire and I don't care, go pee behind that tree stump!' 'Alice!' 'what?' I laugh. She doesn't answer. We keep walking through the path It takes a short while to reach Gwen's house. It's the first house as you come out the woods. It used to belong to Gwen's parents, but then they passed it on to her and moved up north. They still help with the costs when she needs them too, but it's mostly her responsibility. She manages it pretty well 'Alice?' 'Y-you don't have my key do you?' 'You're kidding right?' She laughs and looks down, her white hair covering her face again. 'N-no! It's still at yours, isn't it?' I laugh. 'lets head back then!' She whimpers and looks at the house. 'But I gotta pee!' 'The more we wait the worse it'll get' 'true...aww, it's getting dark....' 'Gwen, don't worry about it, there's not going to be any vampires on the way home!' 'You said it yourself Alice! About Viktoria!' 'Gwen, I was playing with you!' I remind her, but now that I think about it...no, it's nonsense. Viktoria's not a vampire, she's a part time waitress and barista. But now I can't get the idea out of my head... 'Alice?' 'Hm?' 'Lets go!' We make our way down to my place again. The setting sun makes the sky a lovely shade of red to match the leaves around us. I might appreciate it more if Gwen wasn't moaning and wincing with each step. We pass the coffee shop, casting a wave at Geoff, who waves back from inside. By the time we reach my flat Gwen is hopping from foot to foot when ever we're stood still 'Sure you don't want to stay another night?' Gwen tenses up and moans. She stands still, shudders, then looks back at me 'Y-yeah....I was about to say yes, but then.....' She takes her hands away and reveals a small wet streak between her legs 'You didnt?' I say, stunned. She nods. 'I'll get a move on!' I dash inside and look for the keys. They're sat on the table where we'd been eating earlier. I drop them into my pocket and rush back outside. Gwen's stood at the gate, swivelling side to side. 'Got them?' She asks - I nod. 'L-lets go then!' We hurry back to the woods, rushing from my place the second time that day. Gwen moans with almost every step. I still can't believed she wet herself outside my place - she's not soaked or anything, but at her age she should be dry! As we walk into earshot of the pond she stops again, hands both pressed between her thighs 'A-Alicia?' 'What's up? Why did you stop?' 'I c-cant hold it!' 'What?' 'I-I think I'm gonna wet myself...' 'Hold on there, Gwen!' I say to her. 'No giving up yet!' She nods back and looks at me, trying to push a smile. 'Y-yeah! I-I can make it!' She steps forward a few more times and stops again 'I can't make it' she groans, bending over 'Pee just a little bit, then you can make it home' I suggest. 'No! That'd defeat the whole p-purpose!' 'Well stop and go behind a bush - there's one there' She shudders again and I hear a gentle splatter behind her, the sound of water on dry leaves. She winces and looks at me with one eye. 'I pee'd!' 'See? Wasn't so bad?' 'It wasn't on purpose! L-lets just keep going...' I smirk and we keep going, with a new fresh streak going down Gwen's right leg We pass the coffee shop again, though this time the lights are off. It's only around seven, they wouldn't be in bed...in the autumn sun it's quite dark now though. The red sky is turning a darker purple as the sun begins to disappear. 'N-no lights...' Gwen says, nodding her head at the shop. 'You don't think they really are vampires? D-do you?' 'N-no!' I respond, but I think the stutter gave me away. 'M-maybe...' Gwen smirks at me. 'Oh god I have to go sooo bad!' 'Hold it Gwen' 'Alicia?' 'Keep holding it' 'Alice...' 'Yeah?' 'I can't hold it!' Our slow walk has ground to a slow shuffle, and with that last statement, a standstill. Gwen freezes on the spot again. The wind is still, the only sound is the gentle lapping of the pond....and now a trickle of water on dry leaves.... Gwen whimpers and I watch as some faintly yellow droplets run over her icy-white hands. It's a little hard to see in the dark, but a black patch forms around her hands in her jeans. A Soft white steam begins to emanate from inside her jeans in the cooling air, swirling around her crotch before rising and disipating. A soft breeze blows the steam toward me along with the telltale scent of fresh urine. Two tiny streams run off a crease in the denim on her ass, pouring loudly onto the floor. Two more streams begin to run from inside the cuffs of her jeans, streaming over her ankles and into her shoes. A few more soft whimpers, and then a sigh as Gwen gives in. The subtle patter of small streams is overcome by a muffled hiss as Gwen lets go. Piss runs down the surface of her jeans, glistening in the late evening sun, before painting the fabric black. Steam begins to surround Gwen's body and rise up, while streams of fresh pee flow down into the grass and leaves. She lets her hands swing limp, flicking some drops from her finger tips. She looks up to me, tears in her eyes 'A-Alice, I'm wetting myself....' 'Just let it go' I tell her, watching mesmerised as my best friend has an accident in front of me. 'Not much else you can do'. She nods and sniffs, and relaxes her bladder. Her thin denim jeans can hardly hold back the rivers running down them, resulting in streams flowing straight out and onto the floor. Her converse shoes soak in a lot however, and they too glisten as pee runs over them - I can only assume her feet are soaked inside. Below her, the puddle begins to make mud in the dirt, flickering brown droplets up onto Gwen's shoes as streams of her pee crash into it. She moans as the initial embarrassment begins to give way to relief as Gwen realises that I'm the only one who can see her. She smiles her cute smile as she embraces the heat and begins to enjoy the warmth flowing over and down her legs. She runs one hand over her jeans in a way that she probably thinks is subtle, but I can't look away from the still soaking denim as more and more pee washes over it... 'This....this feels pretty good....' Gwen says as the hissing stops and pee stops running over her jeans. She looks at me, then away again - her eyes twitching around with embarrassment. I look at her and raise an eyebrow. She seems to catch it. 'I-I-It's really warm is what I m-mean! It's good because it's warm, not because it's aro-we should be going!' 'It looks good' I answer. She looks at me with a rais s eyebrow. 'You looked so relieved just then, I'm almost envious. Well, almost - the whole pissed jeans thing puts me off!' 'Oh, yeah, ha!' Gwen says, looking at the floor and swilling the puddle with her foot. 'It really was r-relieving...' I smile at her. 'Come on, wet pants. Let's get you home' 'actually, Alice...' 'yeah?' 'I, umm...wanted to say something...' She steps toward me. I think I know where this is going... 'Its, well, it's a little....' She takes my hand in hers. It's a little wet, but if she's going to do what I think she is - if she's about to kiss me - then I'll let it slide... 'I think I feel it too' I whisper it to her. She smiles at me and steps closer, until my body is pressed up against hers. 'Y-you don't get it....' She says, leaning in. I close my eyes and lean toward her too....I can't believe I'm really doing this... 'Alice?' 'Yeah?' I whisper She doesn't say anything else - she doesn't need to. She leans close to me, and I can feel the heat from her face. She wraps an arm around my neck and I wrap an arm around her waist. I press one leg between her two wet legs, soaking in some of the still warm liquid. She leans in closer and I feel her hair brush past my nose, as she goes in for it...Her lips land on my shoulder, and two sharp teeth bite into me. I feel myself go limp, and sleep takes over I wake up, in my own bed. I open my eyes. Huh. Nothing unusual. I sit up in bed and look around. My bedroom door is open, and Gwen is asleep on my sofa, a thin line of drool running from her mouth to my pillow. I smile. It was a dream. I turn around and pull the covers off of me, slapping my feet onto the floor. I just have slept funny - I've got a sharp pain in the neck. I run my fingers over my neck and feel two strange lumps. Bugs bites maybe? I look over to Gwen, who is waking up slowly. I lumber out of bed and into the front room. 'morning, Gwen' I say, yawning as I walk in. I glance over her. Black hoodie, white shirt. Damp grey jeans. Damp jeans, marks in my neck...it wasn't a dream was it? 'Uh, Alice?' Says Gwen, rubbing the back of her head. 'I've got some explaining to do...'
  14. I am not used to write in english or such many words so pls be forgiving fo mistakes😊 Yesterday evening I started drinking 300ml every 20mins so I was well hydrated after a while. So when getting desperate I put on a diaper and continued drinking. Soon I leaked and spurted into my diaper but I kept holding. I started some round league of legends to keep my busy and distract me from my bladder but my "Drink Timer" still reminded me of having a glass full of water every 20mins. When my diaper was nearly full I put on a slim jeans, slipped into my old boots and packed my backpack with some spare clothing, a towel and my camera. I drank my last glass of whater, then let out a spurt of pee for 2 sec (at least i tried to stop but it endet up beeing 3 spurts) and took of my diaper. If I am not wearing diapers I feel like i can hold my pee better and I dont leak so much but when loosing it, it will be a lot less controllable. So I started walking around my district, and I tried to always stay at the most busy streets. (When I am alone the urge always is very strong but beeing at busy places makes my bladder shy, but I wanted to force my bladder to get rid of that behavior). Eventually I had some leaks and my crotch got dumb but it was not visible. I went to some quiet streets and the urge hit my like a train, having a big spurt and now wet thighs. I quickly got to a small park area and sat on a small wall and "inspect the damage". But know beeing not in motion I had a big accident and despite of punching my sphinkter my pee flooded the wall and flew down to the grass. I managed to get back control after a while. My pants where soaked and the urge was gone for now but I my bladder wasn empty and there was a lot of water in my body. It was rather dark at this corner and no one in sight, so I got a near bench, and changed my pants into a dry pair. This time fitting slim jersey pants I sewed a month ago. I headed to a near playground I knew I will be untroubled and on they way the urge came back. But now it was obvious that I couldn't resist for long anymore my pelvic muscels feld numb. But I had dry pants on and you're not allowed to wet your new pants right?! So I tried my best. But allready felt dribbles going into my fresh underwear no matter how hard i clenched my muscels. As I reached the playground I already hat a wet spot and I lost control increasingly more and more (<--is this correct english though?!) Aaaand from know on I was inavitable that I would utterly wet my pants. After another push from my bladder it gushed into my pants and i squatted down from exhaustion. After this I walked across the playground, while letting all out and went swinging, and peed my pants as it came. Eventually I took my Camera and made some pictures, and changed to another clothes and went home
  15. Gave my mum a ticket for an Ed Sheeran open air concert for her 50th birthday this year. It was going to be her first real concert since the 80s and she was super looking forward to it. On the day of the concert she dressed up even more than usual, tight jeans, white blouse, nice handbag and lots of makeup. It felt like the mother-son-date that the gift was supposed to be. As some of my friends (two guys, one girl) were going there by car, I asked them to join with my mum. So we carpooled to the concert venue with five people in my friend's new BMW 3-series and everything went astonishingly smooth, although parking space was already rare and the venue very crowded. My mum and I then separated from my friends at the concert venue. The supporting acts were great already, my mum and I had two beers each and really enjoyed the vibe of the event. My mum then said that she has to go to the toilet before Ed Sheeran comes on stage, so we went in the direction of the portapotties which were lined up to both sides of the stage. However, there were far to little of them. With about 90,000 thousand people in the venue, there were so many people in front of the toilets that you could not even see where a line would start or end. My mum was a little shocked about the situation, but she decided that she could hold it, so we went back to our original space and soon after, Ed Sheeran hit the stage. He then played for the next two hours and it really was a fantastic performance and magic night, especially for my mum. Totally worth the price and a little hassle. However, as soon as the concert ended, my mum was obviously reminded by her bladder because she grabbed my arm and I could see that she had crossed her legs tightly. When we slowly made our way to the exit, she crossed her legs every time we stood still and seemed a little nervous and agitated. Once we got closer to the toilet area, she said "Sorry, but I would really like to go the bathroom now...". I also had to go, but was not keen on waiting in line, so I decided I could hold it until home. Besides, my friends and I had agreed to meet at the car park as soon as possible after the concert. I told my mum that she could go, but we should hurry up afterwards to catch my friends. Once we got closer to the portapotties, it became obvious that the lines were even longer than earlier. "Please, I would really like to go..." , my mum said, so we waited. However, after about 10 minutes and some leg-crossing and pee-dancing by my mum, we had only made it about five metres in line and reaching the toilets would have taken at least another 20-30 minutes. I therefore convinced my mum to head to the car park as there might be another option to go. It took us another 15 minutes to get there, but there were no more toilets and also no bushes. My mum bent over a few times and looked a little unhappy about the situation now, but as my friends were already impatiently waiting at the car, we all jumped in and drove off. Tim was driving, next to him his girlfriend Anna, I was sitting in the middle, Chris to my right and my mum to my left. Space was tight, but as the drive was usually no longer than half an hour it was okay. It took us way longer than expected to even make it out of the car park. My mum obviously really had to go to the bathroom. We talked about the fantastic concert and when somebody asked my mum something, her answers were really short and strained. She constantly rubbed her right leg on mine, tapped her feet and pressed her legs together. Although she tried to hide her need from the others, it was quite obvious to me sitting right next to her, so I thought we might have to stop somewhere at a gas station for her, but she would tell us if necessary. Once on the highway, I could see that my mum discreetely opened the upper button of her jeans which led to her the top of her white panties. A little later she twice grabbed the inside of her upper legs quite hard and it was obvious to me that she was really desperate. When we left the highway and only had about 10 minutes until we were home my mum whispered in my ear and begged me to leave the car a little earlier and walk the rest of the way. I then told Tim the driver that he could drop us off at a crossing about 5min from our place. We caught several red lights and suddenly when we stopped at one of them, my mum seemed to shiver and both of her hands shot to her crotch. I decided that this was getting embarrassing and we should really get off the car. My mum seemed to have the same intentions and loosened her seatbelt with one hand and was about to get out of the car just when the light turned green and Tim started driving again. My mum didn't say anything, but she now had a terrified expression on her face. A few seconds later, maybe about a mile from home, I felt something wet on my left leg... The next moment my mum was shivering again and although she had one hand in her crotch I could see that there was pee flowing from her jeans onto the seat. I could not believe my eyes and just said something like: "Mum, what the fuck...!?". Now all others in the car also realized that there must be an issue and the first to catch on was Tim's girlfriend when she looked to us in the back. She first thought that my mum had spilled something, but my mum was beet red in the face and still spurting in her jeans somehow as I could still feel the seat getting wetter and wetter. Before we finally reached our destination I said: "I don't know what happened, but I think my mum just peed her pants..." I was still shocked and could not believe what I had just said. Everybody else first thought it was a joke, but once they looked at my mum, they realized I wasn't joking and now everybody else was shocked, too and they didn't know what to say. Before we got off, my mum said "I'm so sorry" and "I'll pay for this, of course" while almost crying. When we got off, I saw that her seat was totally wet and she had peed so much that it even got on my side and my jeans as well. My friends drove off and I stood there with my mum in the middle of our suburb, her tight jeans on the butt and upper part fully covered in urine and we now had to walk home like this. My mum seemed so embarrassed and did not say one word. I honestly have never seen something like this and have no idea how this could happen to a grown adult like her. Most embarrassing that all my friends also know about it now. Reminded me of another time about 15 years ago when my mum must have sharted on her way home from work and had accidently left her grey thong with a major poop stain in the sink to rinse while my friend from school and I walked into the bathroom to wash our hands.
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  17. rachelkirwan

    Waiting Room Wetting

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  18. Alex Oxford

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  20. View File Random Wetting Videos from the Web Some recent discoveries. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/16/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  
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  24. It was a busy day at target for Maria. She was on her feet all day helping out customers on the sales floor, as well as organizing the shelves and making sure the displays look good. She been drinking out of her water battle throughout her shift and she had a coffee 2 hours before hand during her lunch break. Maria is a short brown mexican girl with black hair. She is slim but with a round butt. She was wearing the standard target uniform which is a red shirt and khaki pants. She finished downing her water bottle but her urge to pee didn't really hit that hard yet. Her shift ends at 6pm and it was already close to 4. She did feel a bit uncomfortable after all that water and coffee. Including the fact that she didn't pee since she woke up this morning. So she decided to go downstairs and run to the restroom real quick. As she was going down on the escalator, one of her managers was waiting for her. "Maria, micheal here is assigned for cashier but he hasn't had any cashier training can you help him out?" Maria felt another twinge in her bladder. But she didn't want to say no, she had to help out the trainees, especially considering the fact that there was only one other register open and they need at least two so the lines won't get so bad. "Sure thing" "Ok well micheal leaves at 5 so the training will be for an hour, I'm pretty sure he'll get the hang of it" Maria didn't feel the need to go that bad. Just slight discomfort. "I can get through this, at 5 I will just close the register and go pee, I'm pretty sure another one will open up" Maria thought to herself. So she was standing next to micheal as she explained the scanning and bagging process as they both checked out several customers. Micheal was struggling a bit at first but after a few minutes he was getting the hang of it. 30 minutes into this, maria felt more discomfort in her bladder. She was fidgeting as well bobbing up and down on the spot. They kept bagging, scanning and ringing up customers. It was 4:45 Maria felt a throbbing pain. She was fidgeting even more and shaking up and down with more intensity as they were quickly bagging and scanning. 4:55 a tiny spurt came out of her urethra. She leaked a little bit but it was no bigge. Or so she thought. It was 5 more minutes till micheal leaves and the training is over. She was breathing a little more heavily. 5:00 Micheal left to clock out. He did notice maria's need but didn't say anything. He waved goodbye and went to clock out. Maria turned off the sign for the cashier line. There was a few customers there. "Ok this register is going to close please line up at-" She was interrupted by one of her coworkers. "Manager says to stay at the register until the end of your shift" That was until 6pm! She still had to deal with the agony for another 6 hours. She crossed her legs and bit her lip. She leaked a little more. "O-ok" She turned on the lights for that cashier line. "Nevermind we the line will stay here" The customers scrambled a bit in order to get on the same line again. She was shaking up and down while biting her lip as she kept ringing up more and more customers. She kept making that "Tsss" Sound throughout. A few drops kept coming out. And she briefly crossed her legs and then uncrossed them. At this point the customers started to notice her predicament. Every now and then even the products were mocking her. Everyday stuff that you won't bat an eye at was pure torture as it reminded her of her need. Like big packs of toilet paper, diapers, water gallons, water bottles. 5:25 She was ringing up a customer who had a few things. He was drinking from a water bottle. It was those that you squeeze into your mouth as well. She kept trying not to look as the water squirted into his mouth. "Oh sorry I got thirsty, can you ring this up as well, im not trying to steal water or anything" Maria was breathing heavily, she was breathing deeply. Her cheeks were flustered as she was breathing so hard her cheeks were doing that bloated breathing thing you do to deal with pain. She briefly got through her agonizing trance "It's ok I can ring it up" She finished ringing him up and bagged all his items and gave him his receipt. The line felt like it wasn't get any shorter, in fact it felt like it got even longer. 5:35 She kept doing that "tsss" Sound as her legs were shaking. She couldn't stand still at this point. Her legs kept moving around but she still fought the urge to just run off as she kept ringing up customers. 5:40 her legs were locked tight Her eyes were starting to tear up. She had a spurt of pee go through her urethra and it stained her panties. She didn't know of she was gonna make it. She ran towards the cashier behind her. "H-hey do you know if you can cover me for 5 minutes" She said with a strain in her voice. She leaked a little more "Sorry im busy, you just have to wait until someone from the sales floor comes by, or you can radio a manager or something." Maria crossed her legs and put her hands in her crotch. She didn't even care anymore. She spoke into her walkie talkie. "Hey can we get a manager or anyone to assist me in register 7 please?" She waddled back to her register as a concerned customer was waiting for her. "Are you ok?" "Y-yea I'm fine" Maria forced a laugh as another leak came out. She ringed out that customer. She had quite a few things 5:45 Her walkie had a response "Sorry we are busy here, but you can hold on for a bit right?" "Sure thing" Maria was almost in tears. Her bladder felt like it was the size of a watermelon. She was shaking as she forced herself to ring up more customers. 5:52 She put both hands on her register and bent down while biting her lip. There was a few customers left. It was starting to slow down. And she was leaving in a few minutes. She had yet another spurt. Her panties were wet at this point. Her forehead was covered in sweat. She kept ringing up the last customers with her sheer power of will. She was openly pee dancing while she was finishing her last customers. 6:00 Another leak. She had a wet patch in her crotch. She saw the time and turned off the sign for the cashier line. But there was one last customer left. He had some paper towels, chips, juice, and just her luck toilet paper. "Ok we are closed everyone" "You are still ringing me up right" "Y-yea" She whinced as she the toilet paper. Oh how she fantasized about the relief she can feel in a bathroom. She quickly rang the guy up, scanned, bagged the goods, and he was ready to pay. "Card declined" Maria was sweating, she couldn't handle this pain anymore. She was on the verge of tears. She leaked again but she crossed her legs so he won't see the wetness. "Oh sorry this is an old card, forgot to throw it out, let me try this one" Maria felt like the world was torturing her at this point. But the card worked! She gave him the reciept and quickly signed out of her register. Maria made a maddash for the employee room. She saw a line of people clocking out. Her manager was there too. She leaked again. The bathroom was across the hall. She was about to run for it but as she was running, her manager grabbed her arm. "You have to clock out first, don't run off like that" Maria bent down and gasped for air. She was in excruciating pain and the bathroom was so close. Now she had to wait to clock out. 6:08 It was her turn to clock out. Her hands were shaking. Its as if her entire body was filled with pee and her cognitive functions weren't even functional. She struggled to put the buttons right and made a mistake. She had to put her code again as she was grabbing her crotch. She had a big noticable wet patch at this point. Another spurt. She put in the code. It worked. She dashed across the hall to the bathroom. It was locked. "Locked for cleaning" The sign said. Maria was in tears, she was feeling dizzy, she wanted to throw up. Her bladder was giving out. The pee was starting to flow through her khakis. She ran to the men's room. "What the fuck" One of her coworkers shouted She didn't care. She locked herself in of the stalls, pulled her pants and panties down at superhuman speed, and peed for what it seemed to be several minutes. The absolute bliss. It felt like an orgasm or something close to it. The pee kept flowing into the bowl endlessly. Her eyes rolled back at how amazing it felt. Her mouth agaped. She didn't care that she was in the men's room. She didn't care that her panties and khakis were wet from earlier. She finished up and washed her hands. The guy was gone, bathroom was empty. Her pants were still wet. But thankfully she had some shorts in her bag in her locker.
  25. Kamie

    female Kitty Katswell Comic2

    From the album: Kamie's art

    I'm still learning. I've been really suggesting on a few images (Mostly on the only desperation comic about Kitty Katswell) to improve my drawning skills.