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  1. female hot piss in tight suit ;P

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  2. Because I had some time recently, I make a try to write a story with the things I like most on this fetish. Some of it is from a true sighting (sadly with an unspectacular ending) but mixed with a fictional story line. You have to read my german school English this with a heavy german accent ;-) Part 1 Sometimes after school, Ashley met with her friends and hang around with them near the school ground. They were a group of 4, two girls and two boys. The other girl was her friend Melissa from the same village like Ashley. It was a Friday and the last hour was canceled and the weather was really good, so they took the chance to hang around a bit. Without the last hour, the school ended at 13 o clock on that Friday. Sitting on a sunny bench near the school they talked about what to do, when one of the boys suggested doing a so called milk challenge. He explained what to do and although Ashley didn’t like the idea she agreed, like all others. Ten minutes away was a small grocery store and everyone bought two one liter packets of milk. They got back to their place but decided to find a more hidden place for the challenge. Around the school was a fence and on the backside of the building was a small foot path around the building into the wood. On the other side of the path was a slope with the back side of a few rows of garages. At all, behind the school building on the foot path was a good location for the milk challenge. Normally Ashley and Melissa had taken the 13.30 bus, but until 17.00 a bus was coming every hour, so it was not a problem for them to wait. All of them laid their school bags in the grass and opened the first packet. Ashley drank the first big gulps. The milk was cold and suddenly she realized a twinge in her bladder. She hadn’t peed since she left her house in the morning. That was not uncommon for her because she hated the school toilets and often holds it until she would be home again and more than ever on a short day like this. But now Ashley regretted agreeing with this milk drinking thing instead of going home, even it was more a fun thing without a competitive character. Around 40 minutes later she finished her first liter of milk. The others had more problems with the milk, burped, grimaced or simply spitted out the milk but however, they had a lot of fun. Until that time her need to pee had grown and she had to cross her legs more often. Next problem for her was the bus, now they missed the 14.30 bus, so the next one would be there in one hour. As long as Ashley kept in motion, she could stand her need and it was easier for her to hold so she was walking around the place, joking and drinking. Ashley began to wonder if one of the others had to pee too. The boys didn’t look so. Ashley remembered about how Melissa used the toilet before they left school and meanwhile she wished she had done the same. Ashley jogged on the spot, crossed her legs, squatted down from time to time and pulled her jeans up again and again. Time passed, her second packet was half empty and her bladder was absolutely full. She looked at her watch, it was 15.15 now and Ashley feared they would miss the 15.30 bus too. Even if they should reach that bus, it would be a painful drive for her, not to mention to wait one hour longer. Melissa didn’t look like she would end the game now and Ashley was too shy to tell the reason why she want to go home so urgently so they kept going on. Of course they missed the 15.30 bus and she had no other chance as to wait. The milk rushed through her very fast, her stomach was bloated and the waistband of her jeans (more like a jeggins) was cutting into her bladder. She was ready to burst and began to moan involuntarily from time to time and had problems not to hold herself with her hand but rather would die as to do this in front of the boys. She was the one who drank the most, but enough was enough. They spilled the rest of the milk around the area and ended the game when one of the boys said “Be right back, had to teak a leak” “I come with you” the other one said and joined his friend. They got around the garage and were out of sight. Oh how Ashley wished she could do the same, but she wasn’t alone and was too shy and proud to admit her need. But now she had a few minutes to overcome her shyness and tell Melissa about her problem. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to hold back her pee much longer. “Melissa, I feel a need to pee too, what about you?” she asked, trying her best to hide her desperation level. “I had to pee too, but I think I can hold it until home” she said “but maybe the school is still open and we can use the toilets there?” she suggested.
  3. Hello, everyone. Sorry to keep you waiting. Part I Part II Part III Part IV Super-fast summary so you can get to the good stuff: our hero, Parker (the Gentleman) has finally found someone special, Meagan. And Meagan made him a promise... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meagan kept her promises, and her body promised so much… but the actual purpose of college, education, got in the way. Spring semester seemed more frantic than fall. And so Meagan’s promise went unfulfilled for another two weeks, and in fact they didn’t even see each other for several days. But then Meagan found out that Parker’s birthday was three days before the beginning of Spring Break, which was coming right up. “Okay, that is just perfect timing,” she said. “We are totally going to have a big party. But I’m not going to ask what you want for your birthday,” she told him with a sly grin, “because I already know. But I know what I want for your birthday.” “What?” She leaned in close and whispered in his ear: “Condoms. Think you can handle that?” “Um—yes. Yes, I totally can.” “Good.” The party seemed to snowball—the Ultimate team rallied round at Meagan’s request, and CJ promised both music and beer. Parker made his own preparations by quickly raiding the big box of condoms at the college’s Health Services building, grabbing a handful, and then scampering away. The Ultimate team was going down to Savannah, Georgia, for an all-week tournament over the break. Games didn’t start until Monday, however, so that gave everyone a two-day window to get there… and Meagan said it would take less than a day. So the plan was to have Parker’s blowout of a party on Friday night, sleep it off and take it easy on the emptied-out campus on Saturday, and do the driving on Sunday. One crucial detail was still up in the air, unresolved—where were they going to have sex? Neither Parker’s roommate Jonathan, nor Dacy, Meagan’s roommate, were sure when they were leaving for home. But the morning of the party, Parker bumped into Meagan on the way to class. After a quick kiss, she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I talked to Dacy. She said she’ll find a place to crash tonight.” “Thank you,” he replied, fervently. The day seemed to inch by, and Parker was vastly distracted—to the annoyance of his professors and the amusement of his classmates. Finally, finally, 4 o’clock came, the last class let out, and Parker practically skipped back to his dorm room to find that preparations were already under way. To his surprise Meagan had actually baked a cake. What was less surprising but just as exciting was CJ setting up his speakers in the dorm lounge where the RA had officially allowed them to be—plus the multiple six-packs of beer cooling in the fridge. The preparations were complete by the time dinner rolled around at 5:30, and so Meagan and Parker and CJ and a few others all trooped off to the cafeteria. The lines weren’t long but they did linger, and so it wasn’t until nearly 7 that the party really began. CJ had his finest, most upbeat playlists. The beer was cheap, but after the first can, nobody noticed. There were plenty of people, including a few fellow dorm-mates who Parker barely knew but mostly stopped by because it was the Friday before Spring Break and there was beer and the party was right outside their doors. But the Ultimate team had showed up in force and was celebrating its own—a great kick-off to the Savannah trip, as Cap’n Josh pointed out. Although she was doing a lot of dancing, Meagan kept pretty close tabs on Parker’s drinking. At several points she swung past, snatched the beer can from his grasp, and pressed a glass of water into his hand instead, whispering, “Don’t get too drunk, honey, we’ve got other plans tonight.” An hour later, as some of the other players tried to get Parker to chug a new can, she jumped between her boy and her team and said, “Oh, no you don’t! He’s mine tonight!” This got a big laugh and excused Parker from the duty of chugging. It didn’t get him out from blushing, though. With all the water Meagan was making him drink, plus the food, he really wasn’t actually drunk, but he did have to go running off to the bathroom repeatedly. It was in the middle of pissing out the last beer he’d drunk that he had a sudden flash of realization. He’d been sticking pretty close to Meagan since he’d gotten back from class. During that time he’d peed several times—but he’d never seen her go to the bathroom. He plunged out of the men’s room and looked for her. She was dancing, body rocking to the beat without a care in the world. Or was she? Looking more closely, he had to wonder. Was she dancing to the beat… or was she dancing because she was desperate? He hadn’t been watching her beer intake like she’d been stalking his. But it was now (he glanced at the clock) past 10pm and she hadn’t peed once in the last six hours, as far as he could tell. He went over, and she pulled him in to the dance. It was not necessarily a bump-and-grind song, but she made darn sure he was getting plenty of contact with her body. That, and his sudden wild surmise, made him hard nearly instantly. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. But wait, that made no sense… She noticed. She grinned. She said for his ear alone, “How are you feeling, honey?” “Good. Really good.” “Just wait,” she whispered. Could he ask? Would that ruin things? Arousal and nervousness were rising simultaneously. She noticed that too. “Relax,” she said. “I’ve got you.” And to suit her actions to her words, she draped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. And that helped. He fell into her arms and kissed her. She held him and held the kiss a long time. She pushed against him, her whole body. She wouldn’t do that if she were desperate, would she? Or was her belly a little more taut than usual? Or was that just her muscle? (Truth be told, either way was exciting. He could not get enough of her muscles.) At 11pm Meagan went over to CJ, who announced that the next track would be the last song. Groans, complaints, shouts of denial. Then CJ announced what the last song was: an exuberant all-in number that was one of the anthems of the Ultimate team that spring. Cheers. Meagan grabbed Parker and they jumped and whirled like it was the only thing in the universe. His desire and his nerves were replaced by sheer joy in the dance. As the music faded away, there were again groans, but Meagan jumped up on a table and said, “All right, folks, thank you so much for coming! It’s been a fantastic evening!” “Why so soon?” someone hollered. “Parker and I have some unfinished business!” Meagan shot back. Uproarious laughter. Parker blushed so deep he was risking a burst blood vessel. “I’m talking about doing the dishes!” Meagan mock-protested. Laughter again. But with the beer gone and the music done, the crowd began to disperse. Meagan was serious about cleaning up. She stood at the sink rinsing out the cake pan—tapping her foot, Parker noticed. But then Riv and Val came over. “Stop that!” Riv said. “We can clean up.” “You’re sure?” Meagan asked. “Totally,” Riv said. “Go have fun.” “Oh, thank god,” Meagan said with a sigh. But there were still a few things to do, and as Parker moved to help he noticed that Meagan was still dancing, and not necessarily to any internal music. It wasn’t quite on any beat he could tell. In fact it looked less like a dance and more like… a squirm. With a few chores taken care of, and Riv assuring her that the rest would be handled, Meagan grabbed Parker and pulled him close for a kiss. “Ready to go?” she asked. “Yup,” he said, with a knot in his belly. “C’mon!” She danced through the door and out into the last of the Friday night, dragging Parker along by the hand. The door closed behind them, the last teammates parted ways, and they crossed the quad to Meagan’s dorm. She was practically skipping. Beyond the pool of light cast by the buildings—though nothing was really dark on the quad, just more shadowy—and out of anyone’s earshot, Meagan said with quiet excitement, “Guess what?” “You need to pee?” “Aw, you guessed!” “Well, you told me to.” “Heh. I guess I did.” “I started to figure it out a while ago, actually, when I realized how long it’s been...” “I know!” Meagan said. “I think the last time I went was after class, so… 2:30-ish? And it’s 11:30 now… nine hours!” “How many beers did you drink?” “Two beers, three full glasses of water,” she answered promptly. “Plus another glass of water at dinner.” “How have you not exploded?” “Tell you a secret—no, two secrets...” “What?” “One, it’s a lot easier to hold on if you never break the seal. Two, I am so gonna explode if I can’t pee soon. I have not been this desperate for a long, long time.” She paused, and drew him close—just as the blood stampeding south through his body reached his cock. “I guess that’s what you wanted to hear!” she murmured, and kissed him. It wasn’t a long kiss—she had to back off after a few seconds. She stood with her legs pressed close together, hands at her sides, fists clenched. Then she relaxed—a little bit. “Is it worse than that time in the car…?” “Oh, it’s night and day, hot stuff. That wasn’t fun but I was never in danger of pissing my pants. Tonight that is absolutely a possibility.” She stopped, clearly thinking of something suddenly. “Do you want me to do that?” she asked. “’Cause if you do I wanna change first…” “No, I don’t think so,” Parker said. “’Kay, thanks. That would be much messier than what I'd planned on. So what do you want me to do? And can you decide really really quick?” she added. She crossed her legs. “I wanna see more of you,” Parker gasped. “ ’Kay. Works for me—I wanna see more of you. C’mon.” She fumbled with the card key to get into the dorm, but a passing resident let them in. Meagan dragged Parker down the hall to her room, fumbling again, with the key this time. She had to cross her legs again, slightly crouched, as she wrestled with the lock. Parker offered to help, but he was shaking with anticipation and was no better. Meagan laughed and got them inside. The door locked behind them. Meagan ran to close the blinds, then whirled back to kiss Parker and blurt, “Okay, so I need to go SO BAD. Whatever you want, honey, but let’s do it fast.” She stood with her legs crossed again, and a look of excited half-panic in her shining green eyes. She was grinning—tense, but grinning. “I want… I…” he stammered. “I don’t even know!” But part of him knew what to do. He could hardly avoid it. He reached down, unzipped his fly, and started jacking off. “Here, let me do that,” Meagan said. She knelt down in front of him and sat on her heel. “Oh god,” she said. “This is helping a tiny bit but god do I need to go. Can you make up your mind, please? Quick?” But she caressed his hard-on gently, kissed it tenderly. “I… I wanna see you. Naked. And I wanna see you pee…” She thought fast. “Can’t take you into the girl’s room, too much traffic… I’m gonna have to pee here…” Her eyes flashed around the room. “Trash can,” she said, nodding to the one at the foot of her bed. “That’ll do. Take the bag out, I don’t want to get it all soggy.” Parker pulled out the bag, twisted up the top—no time or finger-steadiness to tie it off—and turned back to Meagan. She stood up slowly. “Ah, fuck,” she whispered. “I am so close to pissing my pants right now. I have not had to pee this bad since I was, like, nine.” She gave him a grin and grabbed his cock. “And you are so close to coming. Good god are you hard. I love it.” “Can I… can I have sex with you?” Meagan shook her head. “I’m so full of piss there’s no way you’d fit. I’d pop the second you tried. And you are about the same. You feel like you’re about to explode in my hand right now.” She let go of him, reached up her arms above her head. “Help me with my shirt?” she asked. Her legs were squeezed shut again. With frantic hands he managed to get the t-shirt off her. She was wearing a silky dark-red bra underneath. It brought out the red highlights in her hair. She kept her hands on her head. “Now my pants,” she said. “Hurry.” The sound in her voice told him not to go slow, despite his sudden urge to tease her. Her panties and bra were clearly from a matched set. She looked ravishing. She also looked like she was about to wet herself then and there; those strong legs were shaking as she squeezed. “This is why I wanted to change if you wanted me to piss my pants,” she said. “These are really nice panties. Feel them.” He did, around the edge. “No, silly,” she said. One hand came down to grab one of his; her other hand stayed on her head, fingers twining with her hair and gripping, white-knuckle tight. “Here,” she said, as she guided his hand to her butt. These muscles, too, were locked down. Her panties slid like silk over the steel beneath. “And here,” she said, steering his hand around front. She somehow squeezed even tighter and spread her legs apart. Her fingers brought his to her crotch. She gave a little gasp as she stroked herself using his fingertips. “Okay, I can’t even do that,” she said, and crossed her legs again in a hurry. “Can I see you naked?” “Of course. I wanna be naked with you. Shit,” she added under her breath. He reached for her bra. “No, let me, you’ll take forever.” Her breasts fell loose, still looking a little larger than he would have guessed. He was nearly panting with excitement as he took all this in. Meagan gasped. “Okay,” she said in a shaky voice. “I’m gonna… I’m… I’m about to leak, I’m gonna piss right now.” Nothing happened for a second; then she relaxed her legs fractionally, and quick as lightning whipped the red silk panties down to her ankles. She danced out of them and backed up to the trash can. “Wait!” Parker said. “I want to…” “There’s no way I can wait any more!” she said—squeaked, really—but she jammed one hand between her legs and bent over a little more at the waist (this had a fascinating effect on her boobs). With her other hand she grabbed his cock. Her hand was slightly clammy and it chafed him more than helped him. “Sorry,” she said as he explained this, and took her hand away. Then: “I’m going.” “You’re peeing?” “Yeah.” She squatted. Then he heard the hiss and, a moment later, the splatter of her stream hitting the bottom of the trash can. His frantic gaze took this all in—beautiful naked girl, peeing desperately after holding it for him, eyes half-closed in bliss as she sighed with relief—and then saw nothing but black as his eyes squeezed shut and his body erupted. “Oh, wow,” Meagan said. He looked down. He was still spurting a little, but that first bit—he knew he’d launched a rocket there, where had it ended up…? “It went over my shoulder,” Meagan said, turning her head to look—her piss still streaming down into the can. He saw it now: a puddle of spunk on the floor a good two feet behind her. “Good think you missed Dacy’s bed,” Meagan said with a grin. “If I’d known you were gonna come that much I would have sucked you off. But maybe you woulda just choked me!” Parker shook his head. He was having a hard time talking. He was having a hard time standing. “Oh, shiiiiit, does this feel good!” Meagan said. Her stream was still going. “You like it?” Parker gasped. She chuckled. “Parker, if you hadn’t peed in nine hours, you’d like it too. But to answer your real question… yeah, this was pretty hot. I love how turned on you got.” Sudden realization dawned. “I’m sorry. We were gonna…” She put a finger to her lips, since she couldn’t reach his. “Don’t. You had fun, that’s pretty obvious. We’ll do it tomorrow.” Parker sat down abruptly on the bed. Meagan’s stream finally trailed off. At her request he passed her a tissue, which she used to wipe herself dry. She looked down into the trash can and laughed. “Holy crap, I held on to all that? I’m better at this than I thought.” She stood up straight, stretching. “And whew, I am so relaxed right now by comparison. After all that holding…” A sudden yawn broke through her sentence. “Sorry! And… sorry, I think we’d better go to bed!” Parker was still shaking from his thunder-cumming. “I don’t know if I can even sleep right now,” he said. She grinned. “Give it a few minutes…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stay tuned for part 5 and a half! Will Parker finally lose his virginity...? Will Meagan get to come as massively as Parker did...? What on earth will Meagan's roommate think of the trash can full of piss...? Since I made you wait for part 5 for so long, I'll take pity and post the rest soon... but would I be on this site if I didn't like making people wait?
  4. Wet Waitress

    I knew it wasn't going to be a good day when I saw the train pulling out right as I reached it. I'd heard the buzzer going off as I'd reached the station, and was a step away before the doors slammed shut and I ran face first into them. From there, I really should of gone home and called it a day. Maybe called in sick. But no - today I decided to carry on. As a result, I'm sat here typing this in a wet skirt, with a pair of wet jeans waiting to go in the washing machine, and I have no idea where one of my socks are. My hands are cut, my knee is grazed, and I'm half expecting a call from my boss telling me not to come back tomorrow. Let me tell you what happened... Chapter One - A run of bad luck I hit the doors with a smack, and the next thing I knew I was sitting on my ass, with my arms behind me propping me up. I open my eyes and watch the train pull away, and the passengers inside all laughing, looking and pointing at me. I'm too stunned to do anything, and I hardly know where I am until the train is out of sight and I'm left staring at the wall with the familiar metro sign for Kings-gate station. I blink and let myself come to for a moment, before glancing to either side. There are about six people on the station, five of them are laughing and the sixth doesn't know what's going on. It's at this point I realise that my bag is about three feet away from my and that my skirt has billowed upwards and I've just exposed my underwear to an entire train's worth of people. I blush a hot red as I stand up, wiping the grit from my hands down my jacket. My palms sting a bit, and when I take a look I realise that I've got a cut on my left hand. Nothing massive, but I'm bleeding slightly. I brush my skirt down to make myself decent again, leaving a small red smear as I do. I wipe some more grit from under my skirt and I can feel a damp bit where I smear some more blood on my thigh. I walk over to my bag, pick it up, and look around the station. I better wash my hands before I head to work... I step into the bathroom. It's a station bathroom, which means it's - well, it's a bit under the weather to put it lightly. Do people forget how to use toilets when they go into a public restroom or something? Puddles all over the floor, and only some of it comes from the fourth sink which has leaked for as long as I've lived in the area. I cast a glance at the four cubicles and consider using them for a second - I haven't been yet - but the sight of various bodily fluids and other assorted goodies puts me off. I look back at the sinks and hope to God that I didn't just see a used Johnny hanging over the handle of one of the loos. I twist the tap with my good hand, and put my bleeding hand under the stream. I then yank it away and yelp - It's really damn hot! I flick my hand to the side throwing a mix of water and blood at the wall, before I use my good hand to run the cold tap too. I gingerly try running my fingers under the stream again, and when the water's neither scalding or icy, I rinse both my hands under it. A quick look at the soap dispenser tells me that I won't be using soap today - I'll spare you the details as to why. I consider sighing before it dawns on me that breathing in here might be a health hazard. I pull a tissue out one of the tissue boxes and dab my hands dry, and then I take a little more in case I start bleeding again. Which is immediately. I hold the tissue in my hand and open the bathroom door to head out. Just my luck - as I step out the second train blows the door-closing siren and I watch in awe as the doors follow by closing. I slap my palm into my face and sigh as the second train makes it's way into town, and I'm left angry and late for work. I pull my hand from my face and realise I've made another mistake - a cool breeze on a damp spot on my face tells me I need to wash up again. Back into the bathroom I go... I leave the bathroom, and as I do there's a third train, sitting with it's doors open. Without even thinking I charge at the open doors, half expecting to bounce off them as I reach it. As I reach the train however, eyes shut and firmly expecting to bounce onto the floor, I fly through it's two open doors. I wasn't prepared for this - I trip over as my legs can't keep up and I land nose-first onto the other side, spilling my keys out my jacket pocket. I moan and pull myself to my feet, again slapping down my skirt. I'm too busy grasping for my keys with one hand and wiping at my ass with the other to realise all the carriage is giggling. I stand up and turn around, my back to the doors I've just kissed, and try to pull a straight face. Then I stop trying, wince and rub my nose. As I pull my fingers from my face and realise I've given myself a nose bleed, I decide I've had enough. I'm going home. I take a step forward. The alarm sounds and the doors slide shut, with me on the inside of them. The wrong side of them. An urge to cry rises in my, but I quash it down and wipe my nose with the tissues I'd taken from the bathroom, hoping that I won't be giving myself some horrific illness. I hold it in place and slump down on a chair, between a man who's fallen asleep, and an old woman who seems to be watching me. I look at myself in the reflection. My hair's thrown about, and my nose is a bit red. I brush my hair to one side. I've got blonde hair, a little wavy but it mostly sits flat and hangs somewhere between my jaw and my shoulders. Though right now it also hangs onto my lip, my nose, and my eyelashes. I've got green eyes, and a number of freckles over my face, neck, and breasts. Not that you can see my breasts under my shirt of course. My shirt - my work shirt - is a white polo with the company logo on the right breast. A plain logo - a wide red and white striped shield with red text reading Washington's. It's an American style diner. My skirt - not part of the uniform - is slate coloured, mid/lower thigh length skirt with brass buttons to one side. Under the skirt, white underwear, and further down is a matching pair of white knee-high socks and white tennis shoes. My jacket, also not uniform, is a blue Letterman style jacket that used to be my brothers. What is the uniform is in my bag - a set of tan slacks. I can put them on in the changing room. Or anywhere really, I could just put them on under my skirt. Not here of course, there's a man to my left and an old woman to my right. "Are you okay, sweetie?" I turn my head to the right - the old woman is looking at me with a look of concern for my bloodied nose, red face, and stinging hand. Well, she can't see that my hand is stinging, but she seems to sense it. "Hm? I'm, Uh, fine" I lie to her. The red streak that's about to flow over my lip says otherwise. She reaches into her handbag and pulls out some tissues without even looking inside the bag. "Here you are, love" She says to me, pushing the tissues into my face. As much as I appreciate the sentiment, my immediate response is to pull my head back. She notices and pushes the tissues into my hands. "Sorry, err, miss" I say to her, taking the tissues to my face. "And thank you for the tissues" "Not a problem" She says to me, smiling. "I'm always glad to help" "T-thanks" I repeat. She smiles and nods. Maybe things are looking up for me now. Wrong. I reach my station. It's only four stops down, but that's exactly enough time for the train to go from 'a bit busy' too 'absolutely packed'. I can't move. Luckily I'm sat down, so I'm not being squeezed between some sweaty bloke and a heavy-breathing pervert. No - today they're just standing directly in front of me, bashing their bags into my face and my legs. As the train begins to slow down, I rise to my feet, pushing the two men a little to the side (and receiving some harsh looks from them). I try to step forward. Of course no-one moves or even seems to notice. They ignore my pleas of "'scuse me" or my pressing into their shoulders for the most part. Eventually though, I reach the door. Just in time to hear the buzzer and watch the doors closing inches from my head. I try to put my arm through the gap but I'm too slow - instead I get my fingers squeezed back inside. I wince and grab my hand with the other, and glare at the doors as the train lurches forward again and my station disappears behind me The train reaches the stop ahead of mine, and as the doors open a movement of people throws me out and onto the floor. Again. Still, as I lift myself off my face I can appreciate no longer being on that damned tin can. I breath in fresh air for the first time in two minutes and try to avoid the thought that I'm going to have to force myself into another one to get back. I pull my phone out my pocket to check the time, and my luck being what it is I manage to toss it into the bin next to me. I look at the bin. My phone's just landed in there. From here I can see a banana skin hanging over the edge of the bin. I dread to look inside... I look inside. A grim sight looks back at me. My phone is sitting in a plastic jar of half eaten pasta salad. I wince again as I reach inside and pull my phone out, dripping tomato sauce. Another grim sight greets me as I see the clock telling me it's already six-thirty. I have walked through the door to Washington's exactly half an hour ago. Jerry - my boss - Is not going to be pleased. He's always had it in for me. Still - better late than never, I guess. I walk to the other end of the platform and wait for the train. As I hear the train pull in it dawns on me that I need the toilet. I take a glance down the line and see the train drawing near - it's too late for a break now, and the train after this won't be coming for a good fifteen minutes. Still - at least this one's empty. Each carriage seems to only have half the chairs taken up - except for the one that goes still in front of me. I smile and step in, before I realise why it's empty. A puddle sits in the middle. It spans the carriage side to side, and it reeks. Someone's been travel sick. And now no-one is stupid enough to sit here. I recoil for a moment, and go to leave the carriage. I don't even make a full turn before the buzzer's sounded and the doors slid shut, and the train lurches forward. I've not had the time to brace for movement, and I fall straight to the floor, my face inches away from the mess on the floor. Without even thinking I'm pushing myself back and trying not to retch, checking my reflection to see if I've come out clean. Luckily for me - I have. Well, so far as I can tell. I push myself into the far wall of the carriage and try not to breath through my nose until the train reaches the station. The train reaches the station - Liberty garden, and I manage to step onto the platform with tripping over, or hurting myself, or having a stroke. First achievement of the day. I decide to jog to work from there - up the station's stairs, through the corridors, and into the ticket gate. Yes - into. I swipe my card over the reader as I'm walking, and then walk straight into the gates that refuse to open. I'm caught by the doors just under my ribs, winding my a little. I groan and step back a couple times as the doors open and close. I think I must have growled audible, because the skinny teenage door guard turns around and sees me. "Y-you okay miss?" he squeaks. "Yeah, f-fine" I wheeze, clutching my chest. "Can you let me through? Please?" He looks to either side, then steps forward. "H-here, come on through" he squeaks, pressing his own card onto the reader. The doors don't respond. The doors next to me do though, and I glare at him. He notices and is too stunned to respond. Neither of us move for a moment, until the doors swing shut again. I raise and eyebrow and he taps his card down again. The same doors open. Again, neither of us move until they close again. I take two slow steps the side, and he taps his card again. I step through, and the gates close behind me. "Thanks." I say to the kid, who's clearly embarrassed about the whole thing. If I hadn't had such a bad morning I might find it funny. But right now I'm angry, I've been bleeding, I've got a dirty phone, and I need to pee really bad. I walk briskly from the station. Having left the station and reached the street, I'm greeted by a thin rain and some stronger winds, blowing my hair about. I clutch my jacket shut and push myself forward. I arrive at work at about six forty-five. Fourty five minutes later than I'm meant to. Jerry greets me with a glare and raised arms. If looks could kill... "Sarah? What the f- what on earth are you doing?" He half-shouts. "What time do you call this?" "S-sorry, Mr Ford" I say to him, exasperate. I sigh - which makes him frown harder. "I just - I've had a rough morning" I say, raising my hands and showing him my grazed palms. "I missed two trains-" "Two trains, Sarah? Two?" "Y-yeah - b-but it wasn't my fault!" "Who's fault was it, Sarah? Sure as shit wasn't mine!" I don't know what to say, so I just look at him, trying to resist the urge to burst out crying. I don't know if he notices and feels sorry for me, or if he just gives up on shouting at me, but he stops yelling. "Right. You - behind the counter, now. You're on tills today" "S-should I get changed?" "Oh for - YES. Yes you should get changed, there's a uniform for a reason!" I try to avoid eye contact as I make my way to the changing rooms. I head inside and shut the door. I drop my bag to the floor and pull out the slacks, then pull them on. I undo the buttons on my skirt and let it fall to the floor by my feet. I shove it unceremoniously into the bag, hang my bag and coat on the hangers, and head back into the shop front right as the clock hits Seven. Jerry casts an icy look at me from the front till, catching me before I can even move toward the toilet. I daren't head to the loos without saying anything first. "H-hey, Mr Ford, mind if I -" "Mind if you what? Take up more time? Sarah - it's seven in the morning. Morning Rush - you know what that is, right? You've only been here for three years" He spits out the words like some kind of machine gun. "If you even consider asking to do anything except overtime, I'm going to be putting you on tomorrow's special lunch menu" "Err, nothing" I say, My bladder doesn't agree. I have to go, really badly, and I genuinely fear what Jerry might do more than I fear wetting myself right now. I take my place at the till. There are about six tills in total lining the bar. It's a thirties-American-diner style shop, with a checkered floor and red leather seats against the walls with a table between two. My colleagues don't say a word until I take my place behind the till, waiting for the morning rush to begin any moment now. We never used to get such rushes in the morning, but then one day about a year ago, Jerry's wife bought two coffee machines and a coffee filter - so now we do coffee's too. We've got our own personalised paper cups and everything, with a blue shield with a white star on the sides. It makes a lot of money of course - everyone wants a coffee in the morning - but it also makes a lot of work, and they've had to hire a barista and train another. That other one is me. Usually I'd be getting ready to use it, but my machine's been broken for about a week. Just as well really, the sight of espresso pouring into a cup would not help my bladder right now. I lean against the counter and wrap one leg around the other in an attempt to hold it easier while also looking casual. My bad luck seems to carry on through the day. I manage to screw up at least one out of every five orders, to the point that one customer calls me a moron and leaves without paying. I'm too busy hopping foot to foot behind the counter to give my full attention, and each screw up gets me more flustered, and then I make more mistakes, and - it's a vicious cycle. It's not until I accidentally through a double espresso and a panini onto a customer's newly polished shoes that I get called away. The porcelain shatters in slow motion - the coffee flies up, the panini falls apart and the business man flinches as a dark brown coffee stains his suit pants, his shoes and his socks. Jerry thunders over to me while the poor man stands stunned and trying to realise what's going on. Jerry grabs me by the arm and pulls me behind the counter, letting my colleague Chrissie take over from me. "Sarah? What are you playing at, Dammit!" "I'm sorry - I-I-I" "Don't be sorry, Sarah, don't make any more mistakes, got me? I run a diner here, not a circus" "Y-yes Mr Ford" "No. More. Mistakes. Got it?" "Y-yes" He looks at me like he doesn't trust me. I shift foot to foot as my bladder becomes the one thing on my mind. "Get on coffee's Sarah" He says to me after a moment of silence. "And try not to throw them around, alright?" "Y-yes Jer- Yes Mr Ford!" Jerry thunders away, swearing under his breath. I stand still watching until he's gone through the doors to the kitchen, before I bend over double as my bladder reminds me that it needs emptying - badly. I turn around to see the state of the shop. It's packed. I can't take a loo break now - not when I'm on the only coffee machine. Jerry might actually kill me, which is something I'd rather avoid. I take the barista's white apron and put it over my head, and hit the espresso button on the machine, getting one ready. The coffee's aren't too hard to make. An Americano is an espresso topped up with water, and everything else is an espresso topped with steamed milk and foam. No, not hard to make - what is hard is taking about five coffee orders at a time, every minute or so. Especially when each new coffee getting poured pushes you a step closer to pouring something warm down your legs. There's not too much more to say about the busy period here. At the till they call for coffee, and at the machines I make the coffees. I also squirm and wriggle and moan - but that isn't part of the job. At least when I'm making coffee at a rate of knots I'm slightly distracted from my bladder getting fuller and fuller until it starts to feel hard. The customers like to mix things up by asking for a tea or a hot chocolate occasionally (who has a hot chocolate in the morning? Honestly!) Some customers go even further, asking for things that we don't have and then complaining. Still, here at the machine, I don't mind too much because the customers aren't complaining to me, and I'm not spilling anything on them. No, back here I'm just spilling it on the floor while avoiding spilling inside my pants. By the time it reaches ten my bladder is too full to think straight. I'm making coffees in order and hoping that the customers aren't asking for too much. I don't think I'm doing anything wrong until Jerry grabs me by the shoulder again "Sarah!" He shouts. "Soya tea - where is it?" "What?" "You're joking, right? I've had this gentleman asking for a soya tea for about fifteen minutes now!" Shit. "I-I, err, sorry! I-I'll get right to i-hnnnn!" "....what?" I wince hard and grab myself with both hands, knocking over an empty paper cup. "What are you - MAKE THE TEA" I nod and turn back to the machine. I jam an empty cup under the water spout and hold down the lever. I chuck in a tea bag with one hand and watch intensely as water pours into the cup. The splashes thunder into the cup as it fills up, and I can feel my bladder getting ready to blow any moment now. I watch as more water pours in and in, mesmerised by the flow. More water splashes in, until brown water is flooding over the top of the cup and into the water tray below, splattering and splashing. My own bladder is fit to burst, egged on by the streaming water from in front of me. I can almost feel myself go when Jerry grabs me again "SARAH!" He shouts - way louder than I think he'd meant to. The shop goes silent, save the jazzy music playing in the background. He grabs my arms and holds them up, leaving the water overflowing the cup behind me. "Sarah - what the hell are you doing?" "I-I-I" "Don't give me stuttering dammit, give me that tea!" "But I have to-" "Have to what?" I look at Jerry - he's fuming. The customers and my colleagues are all watching me, waiting for my response. The water is splashing into the cup behind me, flicking water around. My nose aches, my hand still stings, and my bladder is rock solid. I look down at my feet - I can actually see a bulge where my bladder is. I look back to Jerry, then the customers, then the staff, then over at the spilling cup. It's splashing, and pouring, and flooding, and I... I lose control. It's all too much for me today - I'm late, I'm hurt, I'm overwhelmed, and now I'm getting wet. My bladder gives up trying to hold everything in and before I can tell what's happening there's a hot burst around my crotch as my overfilled bladder spills out. The jazz and the splashing are quickly joined by murmurs, gasps, and more splashing, as an entire days worth of gold pee flows out of me, I whimper as Jerry stares me in my eyes, which I feel tear up. Meanwhile, I can sense a growing flow of pee down my thighs and shins, with the streams wrapping around my legs and flowing around my knees and ankles. My pants, my socks, my underwear and my shoes all soak in the pee rapidly as it jets out of me. A dark black stain floods down my legs over the brown fabric of my work pants, making my accident more than obvious. Some chuckles behind me, some gasps, and more muttering tells me that everyone is looking. I blush powerfully and clamp my eyes shut as I try to wake up from a horrible dream. O f course I don't - what happens is my socks and shoes get stained a pale yellow, and a hot puddle begins to grow beneath me. Jerry lets go of my hands and I fall to my knees, resting my body on my heels, letting my bladder empty itself after being forced to hold everything in for so long. Talking and ordering carries on again as the spectacle of a grown girl of twenty-three pissing herself loses its appeal, but my bladder doesn't seem to realise as it continues squeezing itself empty. As the last squirts shoot down my thighs, I start to whimper as it all really starts to get to me. I open my eyes, and through the tears I can just about make out Jerry. Or, more accurately, Jerry's crotch. I look up to see his face, and he's looking straight at me. "S-sorry Jerry" I stutter, drips still falling from beneath me. He doesn't look like he knows what to do. He sort of looks at me, tight lipped and a bit guilty. "Get up Sarah" He says to me, giving me his hands. I climb back up to my feet, the still-warm fabric sticking to my thighs. I stagger once or twice as my body isn't quite prepared to be stood up so soon after loosing all control. I nearly slip in the fresh puddle, but Jerry catches me. "That's Mr Ford to you" He reminds me, but he doesn't seem too insulted. I figure he knows that in my state my mind isn't on being polite, it's on my still warm clothes, my soaked legs, and my fantastically empty bladder. I sigh hard as the relief begins to set in. He turns to one of my colleagues, a woman about my age - Martha. "Martha, take her to the staff room will you?" Jerry says. "Get her changed into her skirt, I'll clean up here and then deal with her" "Sure - come on Sarah" She says, offering me her hand. I nod, flicking a tear off me, and take her hand. She leads me through the kitchen. The kitchen staff don't seem too pleased to have me dripping my way through to the staff room, but they haven't really got a choice. "Are you alright Sarah?" Martha asks me. I manage to nod, sniffing. "That looks pretty embarrassing" She says to me, as if I don't know. I nod. "Still need to go?" She asks. At first the seems like a dumb question, but then my bladder tinges. I don't know if I just didn't let it all out or if my bladder was pushed too far, but I still need to pee. I nod at her sheepishly. "Come on you then" She says, leading me by the hand and out the back door. The door leads into an alley behind the store where we keep the bins, and the smokers have a their breaks. The cold air blowing in my face really exaggerates how warm my face is from blushing, and how cold my legs have gotten. She takes one of my hands. "Go on then - finish off" She says, smiling in what I assume is an attempt to be comforting "W-what?" I ask. "Pee? Here?" "Why not, you're over a drain!" "People would see! I'm not going to expose myself in an alley way!" "No, silly! Go in your pants!" She says it like it's obvious, but to me the obvious thing to do would be to pee before I left the house and missed three trains and wet myself at work. She smiles warmly at me again like it's meant to help, but it's not so easy to feel like she's got all her marbles when she's trying to make me wet myself again! "You gonna go or not?" She asks me, looking like she's getting bored. "I, err, I guess - couldn't I just use the-" "Sarah. It's fine. Don't you think it feels kinda nice anyway?" "Martha! Eww!" "Would you feel better if I went too?" "I guess - don't piss yourself Martha!" I laugh. She smiles - I guess she's just trying to be nice. "Alright then" I say. "Here goes". I take in a deep breath, hold it in, then release. A subtle hiss, followed by a familiar sensation of heat shooting around my crotch hits me. Relief begins to flood over me again, and I must moan because I catch Martha giggling at me. Deciding that it'd be best to get this over with, I squeeze on my bladder, resulting in a harsh hiss as pee shoots down me and runs through my pants, splashing on the floor between my feet. The cold patches quickly warm up again as fresh pee is absorbed by the fabric, before it flows out and lands on the floor, draining quickly away into the drain and leaving black streaks behind it. I close my eyes and just let my bladder do its thing. Pee runs over my thighs and shins again, taking the same still wet path it had before, occasionally making new paths down me, including one that runs down the very front of my shin and making me shiver. My shoes squelch as I wriggle my toes inside, as pee floods into them. My socks are going to be stained a pale yellow top to bottom, and my shoes appear to be like that too. I feel my face relax into a blissful smile as I empty my bladder completely, warming myself up in the process. "Better?" Martha asks, leaning to one side. I blush and nod, still letting pee trickle out of me. It takes a short moment to stop, and I can feel Martha watching every single drip run down my legs. When I open my eyes, she appears to be blushing too. I'm not surprised - I'd be embarrassed if someone deliberately wet themselves in front of me! "B-better!" "I kinda need to go now too" Martha says to me. "I told you it feels good!" "Martha-a!" I laugh. "Might do it myself now anyway" "Martha! Don't wet yourself, okay!" I laugh, taking her by the shoulders. She smirks back at me. "Alright Sarah, you've convinced me. Another time then?" I chuckle at the idea of someone planning to wet themselves sometime. Martha smirks back at me. "Come on you, let's get you changed" We head back into the office, after I've flicked my legs a couple times to stop them dripping. That's not the end, by any means. You need to know why my skirt is wet, and why my sock is missing. Well - I'll tell you. Next time. Right now it's midnight, and I've got work in the morning. Here's hoping the day goes better than today right? I mean, how much worse can a day be than pissing yourself TWICE in front of your boss? Whoops - spoilers! Don't worry, I won't tell you any of the important details, like whether or not Jerry still employs me, that's what you're really here for, right? What's that? That's not what you're here for? See you next time!
  5. Desperation Question

    When you're desperate, are you able to let just a little bit out, or do you lose control every time?
  6. Planet of Desperation

    Preface: A Sci-Fi epic may seem a little ambitious for my very first Omorashi story... However, I am reasonably confident in my ability to write non-Omorashi stuff, so maybe it will translate over? Each chapter will have a number of fetish tags attached to them (Minor desperation, Major desperation, Peeing, ect). The first chapter will partly be used to set up the world this all takes place in, so I urge you to read that one even if it's fairly light on the fetish side of things. I don't mind if people point out spelling errors or the like. Language mistakes annoy me, so I'd like to fix them if I can. This first part of the story will span four chapters and feature Leanore Turnstar, plucky protagonist. And so, without further ado, let's get this show on the road! Chapter 1 - Enter Turnstar! [Minor desperation] Earth, 2041. "Sixteen years ago, we humans learned we were not alone is the universe. The weather was obviously different all over earth when it happened, but, many accounts cite a particularly warm and bright summer day. It was June, after all. We never stood a chance. It was sudden. The only thing separating the idyll of summer and the ominous spacecraft blanketing out the sun was the blink of an eye. Later, we came to understand that a complex set of instructions and demands were telepathically communicated to the leaders of the world. For your average person, however, the following days must have been completely incomprehensible. For the first few minutes, the earth was simply shocked into silence. Then, with a frantic energy, we tried our hardest to understand what was going on. The news went mad, half-truths and conspiracy theories were peddled over the internet, and our leaders and influential figures raced to come out with an official statement. Two hours later, the nukes were fired. In a desperate attempt, some madman military or chief of state lost to history launched several megatons worth of nuclear missiles against the alien spacecraft. This had, seemingly, no effect yet it started a conflict known as the four-day war. Indeed, it took only four days for all of human society to capitulate to the aliens. No, or at least very few lives were lost on either side. Present day, our world has advanced at an incredible pace, thanks to alien technology. The aliens (we now know them as GOFD, or Milky Way Federation) shared some incredible technology, which has improved living conditions all over the globe. The Federation brought many societal changes as well, such as the school system becoming more geared towards sending students to work not only down on earth, but also getting them into positions with the GOFD. Not to mention the somewhat unusual toilet syst-... Are you listening, miss?" The class turned to face Leanore Turnstar (Known as Lea to her friends). She snapped out of her daydream and mustered a slight uh-huh and gave her teacher a little nod. As soon as attention was directed away from her, she once again stared out the window, mindlessly observing the bluish falling leaves. "So, as I was saying, the treaty between the humans and the Federation brought a number of laws and limitations we must follow. The strangest of which is probably the toilet directives. As you all know, all toilets are kept and maintained by the Federation, and you in this class are young enough that you don't even know what it was like before then, but..." Lea knew most of this already. Four restrooms were available at school, two for males and two for females. Yet, instead of queuing up for these bathrooms, everyone was assigned designated break times during which they could enter the toilet. You simply pressed your hand against the door at the right time, and it would open. This was Lea's first class in "Recent History", and she was guessing that this was just them covering the very basics. After all, you'd pretty much have to be blind to not know this stuff. "Hey, Lea..." I mean, teaching a bunch of sixteen year olds about the toilet directives? They've lived with them their whole lives, that's really... "Lea?" She once again left her window, as someone softly called her from her right. "What's up, Eri?" Lea's benchmate and friend, Erisa, always got a bit of a forehead wrinkle when she was fretting about something. Lea turned to face a pretty wrinkled forehead. "Um... When's your next toilet break?" Erisa had kind of a pleading look to her, so Lea was pretty sure she knew where this was going. "Got mine at 12:50, just after lunch. How so?" "Do you think I can have yours?" Erisa was desperately trying to keep her voice down. "I got really unlucky with mine today, I really don't think I'll make it like this" "Sure, no problem" At this, Erisa's face immediately shone up. "Just try to be more careful next time, if you end up relying on me for toilet breaks, that's sure to cause some trouble eventually." Perhaps surprisingly, people were free to swap or even give each other toilet breaks. Lea usually had no issues with the directive due to her rather generous bladder capacity, but she knew several girls who had. "Thanks, I don't know what I'd do without you..." Erisa let out a rather nervous-sounding chuckle while gently fidgeting in her seat. Lea wasn't really how Erisa already had a need this early in the day, maybe she had managed to miss her allotted morning pee somehow?
  7. The Twelve Fanatics

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    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) Voice Acting Poll: Would you like this game to be partially voiced (only at important dialogue/cutscenes [pee/wetting ones included])? Vote below. http://www.easypolls.net/poll.html?p=57a91a66e4b06f1075e1cb49 Closing at 250 votes. Main Discussion Thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/32616-rpg-maker-peedesperation-game-the-twelve-fanatics/ Lily's Exam Correct Answers: Probably this didn't go as expected. Kinda wanted to mess with your brains a little by doing this "puzzle" mathematically challenging... but I know that most of these topics aren't seen in a regular college program, so if anyone wants to know the correct answers, here they are: C: 80; E:65 360; 896 12x^3 - 4x 1/2lnx + C 280~ O 15/8 (x^-1/2)cosx dw + (2cosx/sinx)wdx = 0 y = C1x^-1/2sinx + C2x^-1/2cosx SIDE NOTE: There are five scenes to get in here. The range for them is as follows: 0~1 Right Answers 2~3 Right Answers 4~5 Right Answers 6~8 Right Answers Perfect Score ... ANNOUNCEMENT (Post Update 04/14/2017): We're still looking out for new artists who would like to join the project. If anyone is interested, please send me a private message!

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  8. female School Wetting

    Hey! MissSpurt here, back with a new wetting experience. Hope that you enjoy it! This one's from a long while ago, in fact, when I was just in secondary school! (I was 15). I was walking with my friends when I saw one of the girls in my form, she has brown hair and blue eyes. Let's call her Lily. Lily seemed to be slightly uncomfortable as she walked, seeming slightly shaky and uneasy. We headed to our next lesson, which was French. Our French teacher was really strict and slightly bitchy to people who misbehaved. We just sat down, got our books out and started working as normal. About half way through the lesson, I saw Lily get up and walk up to the teacher, seeming urgent as she said something to our teacher. I didn't really catch what she said, but I'm pretty sure she asked to go to the bathroom. The teacher looked up, before saying, "sorry, you're gonna have to wait," before Lily sat back down. Through the rest of the lesson, I saw Lily bouncing her legs slightly, seeming relieved when the bell rang for the next lesson. As we all walked out towards our next lesson, which was now English, I saw her making a beeline for the bathroom. Being my evil self, I dashed after her, gently grabbing her wrist. "Come on Lily, there's only an hour until break, you can go then. You know how strict Mrs Mitchell is, you don't want to be late. She gave me a serious "Fuck you" look before rolling her eyes, me and my other friend walking beside her. Lily seemed extremely desperate at this point, visibly failing to concentrate what our teacher was saying. All the time, her legs were shaking. At one point, I even saw her hand disappear under the table, so she even started to have to hold. 3 quarters through the lesson, she did the same as in French, asking our teacher for permission to go to the bathroom, but unfortunately having the same reply. The second the bell rang for break, she dashed out the door. "Wait for me!" I also dashed after Lily, pitying her but wanting to see what happened. She groaned a little. "Ugh. This is your fault, I don't know if I'll make it.." Inside I lit up but also felt bad. "I won't judge you, Lil, you can go if you want. I can stand in front of you" I pointed to the grassy area behind Welsh block, a small alley in between with walls on either side. Nobody ever went there. "I may have to at this point." She said, and I could see her leaking as she said it. I grabbed her arm, taking her behind and covering my eyes, making sure nobody could see but looking tthough my fingers all the same, before uttering a hasty "Go on, I'm not looking." Although I was. Lily moaned as she grabbed the waistband of her tights, beginning to pull them down, before pausing "No, no, no.. Not now," carrying on and attempting to complete the process. I heard a slight hissing as she started to pee, starting off as a small stream but quickly turning to a powerful jet. I saw her panties get soaked, her tights sprayed in their spot around her ankles. She covered her face with her hands, blushing darkly as she avoided direct eye contact with me. Lily continued until the stream died down. When I lifted my hands properly from my eyes, I saw that the bottom of her skirt was soaked (unfortunately a tube skirt, so it showed more) and her tights and panties both had large dark patches. "I'm sorry.." she looked like she was about to cry as I stepped forward, hugging her. "Don't worry, it happens to me a lot.." I took off my tights, offering her them. "Here, I'll take yours. We also ended up swapping skirts. "Thanks." She smiled in light of the accident, although she still seemed embarrassed. To this day, we still laugh about it and I tease her all the time. Hope you enjoyed this, it took quite a lot of effort! I'm glad Lily and I are still friends.
  9. I have an idea for a female desperation story and would like someone to write it, in exchange I’ll writr a story for you on what you want. Comment below or message me for details.
  10. 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
  11. Ok i know this may have been asked before from someone else, but I am quite curious to know from everyone here... How exactly did it happen, and what exactly caused the feeling of getting aroused from holding pee and wetting yourself or witnessing it? This is such an insanely wierd and embarrasing fetish to have, and I can't even believe that i'm actually one of these Omo lovers posting on this site! Here is exactly how I got into pee. As a kid i wet myself a bit more than a boy should have (never happened in school luckily). Several of these vivid childhood memories of peeing myself, feeling the warm pee run down my legs, stuck with me. When I was 13 and my hormones started kicking in, i began to start craving pee like crazy and I did not know why! I thought i was the wierdest kid in the entire face of the earth. It all started with me touching my pee stream and the warmth of my pee got me excited. I started peeing in cups and tried drinking it. I layed in the tub and peed allover my face and body. A couple years later, I started remembering that feeling from way back... how good it felt to pee my pants and wanted to feel it again so bad. I started purposely wetting my pants in the tub. Some years later 19-21, i was on the train going home and I had to PEE bad! Luckily I made it home but after I had that orgasmic release, those early wetting memories smacked me in the face hard! I was so horny i was shivering! This was when I discovered that holding my pee was arousing to me. I did holds in my room and kept holding it in till i started spurting and couldn't take it. And if i were to see a woman desperate in public or godforbid have an accident, I would go home and do a hold to simulate this woman I saw. I thought i had a really serious mental problem. I started googling my symptoms, and eventually, i came across this word... Omorashi. And here I am! Guess I wasn't the only one. So now i would like to hear from others here your origins of this fetish. You don't have to be as long and discriptive as I was. I know my story was probably very basic but oh well. So how did it happen to you??
  12. Omo experiences with escorts

    Just asking whether anyone here has tried desperation games with escorts. If so, would you mind sharing your experiences? As I'm considering of doing so. Thank you!
  13. Version 1.0.0

    Well, here's the first installment of the Stephanie saga, a collection of stories from one very accident prone poster on ToiletStool.com from about 6 years ago named Stephanie who had both wetting and messing accidents. She began her time there with a story from the (then) present, where she's in college and has the first time since getting a shared room to mess herself on purpose. But she misjudges her timing after holding all weekend and loses it on the elevator to her dorm. And she also doesn't know her roommate is coming home sooner than expected! This comic is 18 pages long and is more diary styled, with her poses sidelining the detailed descriptions of her experience. I think it goes without saying this comic contains poop and messing. The only peeing scene is in the preview, albeit the censored version. Speaking of, continuing the trend of the last comic this one also has both a nude and non-nude version. The non-nude blurs or blacks out nudity and so the mess is only seen from the way her panties bulge out. The only poop shown there is in the x-ray sampled above and what can be seen thru her legholes. The nude one however shows everything, including what comes out of her butt as it comes out. But both versions include animated versions of the accident; 2 pages are gifs, one showing the bulge forming inside and out of her panties and the other showing it finishing thru an x-ray view. And just as usual there are high resolution and low resolution versions so you can choose between reading a smaller version or blowing them up for whatever details you like. A purchase gets you everything, you get to choose any or all of them. Aside from the few more poop accidents in the Stephanie series there are 2 other ones planned for this comic series overall. The sales of this one will really help gauge how well more of those could fare in the future. I understand poop isn't everyone's thing here so that's why I'm offering a version for folks like me who really just like the desperation and theory of it happening but stop at the smells and mess, as well as beefing this comic up with some animation to counteract the walls of text. I'm really blown away with how well these comics, especially that last one, have sold, and your messages of praise are wonderful to read. I'm glad I can be of true service here and definitely plan to keep at it until all the stories I originally shared in that thread are adapted and then some.

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  14. When I was in high school, a few times I occupied the bathroom a party when I didn't have to go. I watched the woman I found attractive cause I saw she was drinking a lot. I liked knowing if I occupied the bathroom right befor she got to it, she was desperate. Like whenever I saw a hot girl in school desperate but they weren't allowed to go I got turned on by seeing them in desperate. I did with a male friend I liked a few times as well. I never NEVER made someone wet themselves, the most I ever did was a minute of holding the bathroom, and there were many times I stopped myself cause I knew it was wrong but other times......I don't know. Then i I read stories in here like fiction by Gillian and the humiliation of the girl crying after wetting turned me on. That's sick. Sociopaths are turned on by others pain. I'm thinking of deleting my account. Maybe this fetish is sick.
  15. Author's Note: This is a reboot of a piece of fanfiction I feel unable to continue in the form it currently exists in. Specific in-universe mechanics and overall setting have also been changed - Instead of using Aincrad and the SAO-verse, the story will take place in a setting of its' own - Though one that takes inspiration both from SAO and Log Horizon, as mentioned in the thread title. There may be references to canon characters from either series, and perhaps a rare cameo, but the focus will be wholly on the adventures of one girl and the people she comes across. Additionally, this story will feature some fairly dark content throughout, both due to behavior of player characters and the mechanics of the rather hardcore Era of Survival game itself - Anybody particularly averse to semi-realistic (Game-ified partially) injuries or combat, discussion and use of controlled substances, sexual harassment (and potentially worse, though mentioned and not shown) and other such dark/mature content would best avoid the story in general - I am writing this is a sort of exploration of what population of players would do if a game world became their own 'real' world, and the real world is full of scummy people and scary situations, and would feel that I am doing a disservice if I did not reflect this in-story. Finally, as a last note before the story begins proper: I am not particularly reliable at update frequency, though if people show enough interest (And even offer their own suggestions for the story, the plot is not set in stone!) I am likely to stay more focused on updating, else my mind tends to wander. Without further ado... Italics is protagonist's commentary, Normal text is the story she is telling proper. [Bracket text is dialogue not in English.] Era of Survival Chapter - One "It's finally the day." Those were the first words to cross my mind as I woke that morning. Era of Survival had finally released after an insane ad blitz that carpeted online and AR media. The second bunch of words were, "Oh fuck, maybe that rum and coke wasn't a good idea before bed." something followed up by a frustrated shove that pushed soaked sheets and a damp comforter off of me. Though I wanted to dress and head to the store, it seemed I was bound to do laundry and shower first, as per usual. Deciding to rebel in a manner more suited to somebody a few more years my younger, I put it off in favour of getting ready. I wouldn't have dared if Papa was home - I was and still am a weirdo, but even weirdoes generally don't parade around in soaked panties and a gray tee-shirt with a wet patch up some of the back. Half an hour later, rather than the far more likely hour and a half had I stuck around to clean up my bedding, I was ready. For what, you may ask? To sit my ass down on the couch, stretch out, and pull the VR helmet down over my head. To this day, I still laugh when people tell me they buy physical copies of games. After a brief initialization, the game splash-screen opened up, and I was treated to some suitably renaissance styled music as the VR proper began in a seamless transition to the game's character creation area. ---- Author's Note: This was a hard one to get off the ground, but I've decided to stick to a journal format to let Naja (Pronounced Naya/Na-ya) get her story across. With every chapter, I intend to expand the main story with additional tidbits, generally in the form of Naja explaining something that happened in the chapter if I can't make the explanation work with the pacing of a scene. For this first day of writing, I intend to post two chapters and two bonus commentaries, partially to make up for the reduced size of the first chapter (It's cut down from the original draft, but I can't think of much that would work and still let Naja tell her story organically. Of course, the short length is somewhat fitting given certain in-character reasons for her not to dwell on the pre-game events at present.) --- Commentary - One It is more than likely the reader is by this point feeling some level of amusement, disgust, or maybe something else - Yeah, I'm talking about the fact I wet my bed back then. See, there's pretty solid reasons that it happened. Part of it seems to be psychological, though I haven't exactly talked to a shrink about it since I was a kid. Some damage from some hard stuff in my past. Well, that's not the only part. See, I'm not the fittest, well fed girl in meat-space. This has rather irritatingly carried over in-game - You'll see more in the next part of my tale. Suffice to say that because my 'glorious' northern homeland suffered a teensy-tiny FINANCIAL COLLAPSE, some places were looking a bit more like a third world country than a developed nation by the end of it. Starvation and stunted development does damage to the body, and I'm lucky that I don't have serious liver issues or something as a result. What I do have is a fairly frail and petite frame, not much to the boobs or backside areas, and some weakened muscle groups. Important ones. Internal ones. Other stuff too, but nothing quite so... Relevant to what has happened to me since logging in. Yes, I have bad sphincter control, for those who didn't pick up on that. This, combined with certain, uh, 'Design Decisions' in EOS means that it will be far more frequently brought up than if I were trapped inside a game like, say... 'Miner-Builder 20th Anniversary VR Edition GOLD', or what have you. On the other hand, if you ganked me, killed me and are now reading this while I rot somewhere, HAH, you're reading about the life and times of some crazy bitch who soils herself regularly, and I hope it creeps you out real fuckin' hard. (The rest of this page is taken up by a comic of a girl in hell, in soiled clothing, pointing and laughing at the image of a caricature of a bandit reading a book. Any space not taken up by this is HAHAHAHA in at least four different languages.)
  16. female Harley Quinn mention

    To all Harley Quin fans! I was watching the new Batman & Harley Quinn animated movie and without spoiling the plot, there's a scene where she mentions that she's "gonna pee". There's also another scene where she has stomach issues, which may please the scat fans out there. Both instances are mentioned, so leave your imagination to do the work!
  17. Secretive Wetting

    From the album Wet Peaches

    She just needed a moment alone so she could relieve herself after a long and drawn out audience... Too bad her servants wouldn't leave her alone for even a minute.
  18. Hey everyone! I've had an account for a while now (for four years already wow). I haven't contributed anything of much value, despite browsing the site plenty. I thought I would make a video to say I added something :) Ill take requests for whatever floats your boat, and upload it this weekend. I'm not charging money. I'm a male in his early 20s. Heres a picture.
  19. View File Asian girl squirms and wets herself after holding too long I'm sorry if this has been posted before i coun not find it on here Submitter Coyotesta Submitted 09/25/2017 Category Desperation Clothing Skirt  
  20. The Sanguinary Emissary

    Version 1.09

    3,050 downloads

    A horror-yet-comical themed, self-made RPG; you play the role of sisters Emma and Leila O'Neill as they explore an abandoned mansion for their missing friend. This RPG features self-made artwork, step-based desperation and wetting/peeing systems, fear wettings, coming to roughly three-to-four hours of gameplay, depending on how much grinding you do. Discussion Thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/22405-the-sanguinary-emissary/ Note: This is merely a demo. More content will be added with time. You should be able to transfer your save files between versions unless otherwise specified. A more important note: Run time package is not included in this file. If you don't already have it, download and install the RPG Maker VX Ace Run time package (RTP) if you want to be able to play this game. Directions: 1. Go to this website: http://www.rpgmakerweb.com/download/additional/run-time-packages 2. Make sure "RPG Maker VX Ace" is selected under "Start by selecting your program". 3. Scroll to the bottom of the page and click "Agree and download the RPG Maker VX Ace RTP". Installation instructions are located at the bottom of that same page.

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  21. Embarrassing Honor

    Five minutes to three. It was time to go on duty. Sam grabbed his knapsack and exited the classroom. In a way, he hated to leave. Mr. Cordovian was a boss science teacher, and Sam was interested in everything he talked about. But to be a Patrol Boy: That was a feather in his cap that Sam just couldn't pass up. Sam had not applied to be a Patrol Boy. He knew he would never be chosen. Patrol Boys were from the in-crowd, the jocks, the swells, none of which included Sam. Then came the deployment. Several boys had dropped out of the Patrol Boys when their families moved, as the Brigade deployed to Korea. Miss Quinmorton, the Patrol Boy Director, had come to Sam and personally asked him to step in and become a Patrol Boy. Sam was flabbergasted, but "No" was not on option, so, here he was fast-walking down the hall and out the door to get to his post at stoplight a block down from school. Patrol Boys, as Sam had learned, fulfilled a vital function at this and other intersections. There was a policeman assigned to the intersection morning and evening, but little kids: Sometimes they got confused or forgot when to cross, or got to horsing around and stepped into the street in front of traffic. Patrol Boys stood at the curb, making sure all younger students stayed behind them, until told to cross. The Patrol Boy's word was law. Woe betide anyone disobeying a Patrol Boy, and double woe betide any Patrol Boy late to his post, or not paying attention to his duties. Proud of his Patrol belt, Sam never showed up late, and absolutely never allowed his attention to be diverted. Miss Quinmorton had complimented his good performance, and Sam intended to maintain his good record. Doing so presented no problem for Sam, for Sam was a responsible boy. However, being a Patrol Boy did present Sam with one little problem. Sam walked to and from school, so taking a few minutes to go the boy's room before leaving school was no problem. But Patrol Boys had five minutes to get from class to their assigned places. There was no leaving a couple of minutes early to run to the bath room; not even Patrol Boys left class before five to three. Thus, Sam more or less had to pee every afternoon when he was on duty. Sam had never peed his pants on duty, but twice he had done so trying to make it home after he was dismissed from duty. Today, however, Sam really had to go; I mean REALLY! The milk truck had delivered extra milk that morning, so students were encouraged to help themselves. Four half-pint cartons made a quart, and Sam, who loved milk, relished this unexpected bounty. But, as the afternoon passed, Sam's kidneys had busily converted that delicious milk into pee, and four half-pints felt like four gallons in Sam's bladder. But, Sam was a Patrol Boy first of all. He already had given up the hope of reaching home with dry pants; he just hoped -- even prayed -- that he could complete his duty, before the unavoidable happened. "Let's go; Stand back; stop; wait." Sam went through his routine just as he should. The sweat on his forehead, however, and the telltale hand squeezing his crotch made it obvious that Sam was desperate. Sam heard some little girls tittering: "He's about to pee his pants." Sam felt the flush on his face, but he pretended he didn't hear. Five minutes to go. Another spasm gripped his bladder. The pee felt like it was right at the tip of his peepee. No! Sam felt a squirt in his underpants. Sam got control, only to lose it again. His underpants felt wet and warm, but it wasn't showing, yet. The next spasm hit like a Tsunami. Tsunami, Sam mused; that's what they were studying in Mr. Cordovian's class. This, however, was no Oceanic tsunami. It was a dam burst, a unstoppable stream splashing into Sam's underpants, running down his thighs, his calves, into his shoes, and into the gutter. Thank goodness all the students had gone. Maybe no one would see. Finally, time to head for home. Running in wet pants is no fun, but Sam headed home as fast as he could. He would throw his pants in the washer and take a shower before Mom or Dad got home. Yes, Sam would come through his crisis okay. The rest of the year proved uneventful. As Sam hoped, no one ever mentioned his accident, so probably no one had seen it. Sam gave a thank you every time he remembered. He alone would bear the memory. On promotion day, students were recognized for this and that honor, before being sorted into next year's classes. Sam paid little attention. He was a good student, but honors always went to the in crowd. Hodie elbowed Sam in the ribs. "That's you, Sam; get going." Miss Quinmorton stood at the mike, and was actually calling Sam's name. Confused, Sam stood up, worked his way to the aisle, and went up to the stage. Miss Quinmorton smiled, then spoke into the mike. "This year's Top Patrol Boy award goes to Sam Stronbach." The students clapped. Sam didn't know what to say; he was glad he didn't have to say anything. But Miss Quinmorton was speaking again. "Sam never missed a day on duty, he never showed up late, and he always discharged his duties exactly as he should." Miss Quinmorton bent closer to the mike: "Most you don't even know this, and I imagine Sam himself doesn't even know I know, but one day Sam actually peed his pants, rather than leaving his place early. Utter silence broke into peels of laughter. Sam was stunned. His face burned with embarrassment. His mouth hung open. He couldn't move. Then, Sam peed his pants -- again.
  22. female Need to pee at the shooting ;P

    short but very fine ;P Uppss... In der Hose gepinkelt mit Wunschfee3.mp4
  23. Hello, again~ What with the hype for RWBY Volume 5 and all (shout out to anyone else going to the theatrical premier), I figured I would go ahead and put out another fanfiction idea I'd had for a while. This one takes place somewhere in the early going of Volume 4. To anyone waiting on more of the Potion Incident, don't worry, I'm not abandoning that, this story just captured my interest for a while. So, as always, enjoy~ ________________________________________ The dull orange of the setting sun was barely visible behind the thick clouds that had crowded the sky for most of the day. This was just enough to light the way for the young Ruby Rose as she walked through the dense brush of the forest in Anima’s wild lands. It has been a long time since they had been through a town and it looked like they were still far away from the next. This meant another night camping outdoors. This was so weird to the young huntress. All the towns looked so close together on the map, but they would spend days on the road between them. Anima was so much bigger than she expected. Right now, though, the distance between towns was not the girl’s main concern. If they were stopping here for the night, Ruby figured it was a prime moment to take care of nature’s call. It had been hours since they last took a break, and she kept herself hydrated on the road. Ruby looked around to ensure she had gotten out of sight of the rest of team RNJR (or was it JNRR?). She took another step forward and felt a drop of wetness against her thigh. This came as a shock to the young huntress. She didn’t have to go that bad, she shouldn’t be losing control yet. Ruby looked down to investigate. She then felt something splash on her hand. Then something dropped against the back of her head. That’s when it hit her. Small dark spots were appearing randomly in the dirt around the girl’s feet, and they were quickly multiplying. It had started raining, and it was picking up fast. In seconds, it went from a small drizzle to a full-on shower. Ruby heard a few shouts from back at camp, ranging in pitch from low (Ren), to high (Nora), to even higher (Jaune). At that, the young huntress abandoned her current objective and ran back toward the shouts. As she reached the clearing, Ruby saw the rest of the team scrambling to save their campsite from the downpour. Ren was setting up the tarp, Jaune was gathering everyone’s bedrolls, and Nora was frantically trying to save the food. Ruby ran in to help out. Within minutes, the group managed to set up the tarp and get themselves and their supplies to safety. The tarp was just large enough to comfortably fit the four huntsman and their supplies. Their bags were a little wet, but it didn’t look like anything a short rest in the sun wouldn’t fix. Much the same, the travelers managed to get their shelter ready before they became too wet. Once everything was safe, Ruby wrung her cape out onto the dirt, Nora shook herself off like a dog, and Ren glared at her as most of the water she shook off managed to land on him. “I told you we should have set up the tarp when we stopped.” Ren said as he brushed himself off. “Well, I didn’t think it would start raining so suddenly.” Jaune defended. “It’s been overcast all day. It was bound to start raining sometime.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were a trained weatherman!” As the boys continued their back and forth, Nora sidled up next to Ruby, sitting atop her bedroll. “Man, that rain had some really bad timing.” She said. “I really had to go.” “Yeah, me, too…” Ruby confided. Nora leaned back and looked up at the sky for a moment. Ruby turned to look as well. The rain outside had swelled even further. It had turned into a complete torrential downpour. Visibility was cut by the intense rain. “Well, doesn’t look like we have the option to do that now.” Nora said after a moment. “We’d be soaked to the bone in seconds.” “Yeah…” Ruby responded slowly, “That wouldn’t be good, we could get sick like that...” “I just hope we didn’t miss our last chance for the night.” Ruby added. Nora stayed looking at the sky for a moment, seemingly rolling these words around in her head. She then leaned forward and shouted to the rest of the shelter. ` “Hey, how long do you think this rain will hold up?” “Tough to say,” Ren responded, breaking off from his spirited debate with Jaune, “but given how dark the clouds were earlier, it could be a few hours before this lets up.” “Hours, huh?” Nora echoed, a slight amount of concern in her voice. “At this rate, it’s probably best if we just go to sleep.” Ren added, “The storm will hopefully blow over before morning. We didn’t make a lot of progress today; it might help to get an early start tomorrow.” “What, and just sleep in our wet clothes?!” Nora protested. “Nothing’s stopping us from getting changed.” Jaune pointed out. “In front of you boys?! That’s indecent!” She shouted, covering her chest with her arms in a mock gesture of offence. “Nora, we shared a dorm for nearly a year.” Ren cut in, flatly. “Either way,” Nora carried on, ignoring Ren’s point, “we just had dinner. I’m not going to be able to get to sleep for a while!” “Yeah, I’m not that tired, either.” Jaune admitted. “Maybe we could go over our plans for tomorrow or something. Who has the map?” All four travelers looked at one another for a moment. Then all eyes turned toward Ruby. A sudden panic overcame the red-hooded girl as she realized she was the last person to have the map. She had no idea where it was now. The girl frantically searched around before finding the map in the pouch on her back. The sides were a little wet from the rain, but it was still readable. Jaune set the map out in the middle of their shelter and stared at it for a bit before pointing to a spot. “So here we are. I guess that means this road is still the best path to Mistral. It looks like we might be another day or so out from the next village.” They talked and planned for a few minutes, but Ruby quickly felt the conversation grow uninteresting. Apparently, Nora felt the same, because she soon leaned over to Ruby and poked her side to get the girl’s attention. “A few hours, huh?” Nora repeated. “Yeah…” Ruby agreed. “Think you can hold out that long?” Ruby placed a hand on her stomach. While it wasn’t incredibly urgent, she really could have used that pit stop earlier, and the drinks from dinner were starting to add on. “I don’t know…” She admitted, “But I guess I’ll have to. What about you?” Nora took in a sharp breath, “I’m not sure. If this lets up in an hour, maybe. But too much longer than that, it’ll be a problem.” “What’ll be a problem?” Jaune asked. The two girls suddenly became aware he was looking at them. Ruby felt herself blush. Wait, could they hear that whole conversation? Before she could say anything, Nora grabbed Ruby and pulled her back a bit. “Nothing!” She shouted, “This is girl stuff, keep out of it!” “Geeze, OK.” Jaune said, reeling back from the sudden outburst. “What does that mean?” Ren asked, confused. “I don’t know,” Jaune answered, “but I grew up with seven sisters. When they say ‘girl stuff’ I know to stay out of it.” Ruby and Nora scooted back to the farthest end of the shelter. They didn’t have much distance between themselves and the boys, but it was enough for a private conversation. “So what are we going to do?” Ruby whispered. She shifted a little in her spot. She wasn’t at her limit just yet, but all this talk about it wasn’t helping. Nor was all of the rain outside. “The way I see it,” Nora returned, in a far more conversational voice- or maybe that was just how she whispered, “either we go out there and get out clothes soaked, or stay in here and get out clothes soaked.” “Not funny, Nora!” Ruby shouted back, “This is serious.” “I am serious. We can’t use any space under the tarp with Jaune right there. We can’t go outside with all this rain. Until the storm clears, all we can do is wait. And I don’t know how much more waiting I can take.” “What if we, I don’t know, kneel down at the edge of the tent and go outside?” Ruby proposed. “Dang, girl, can you aim that well?” Nora asked, impressed. “No…” Ruby admitted, grimly. “Well, me, either.” Ruby groaned, “There has to be something we can do.” “Let me know if you think of something.” Nora responded. Ruby became aware that the other girl was wiggling around where she sat as well. Then again, Nora normally wasn’t able to sit still, so it was tough to tell if this was from her need or just natural energy. Ruby looked hurriedly around the campsite. Didn’t they have a bottle or a bowl or something they didn’t need? There were plenty, but they were all used for food or water. It was tempting, but no matter how bad things got, she would rather not contaminate anything they would be eating or drinking from. It wasn’t clear how long it would be before they got a chance to thoroughly clean their dishes. Even after that, she would always know that they were using a glass she peed in. Gross. The hooded girl rested her hands on her lap and twitched a little. Her desperation was mounting much faster than anticipated. She turned to look outside again, but the rain was holding as strong as ever. “Why does Ren have to make such good tea?” Nora spoke up. Her voice was trembling slightly. Ruby looked over and saw just how bad things had gotten for the other girl. Nora was sitting on top of her legs with both hands on her lap. It looked like her skirt was wrinkled around her hand. Ruby’s eyes fell on the teapot as the thought crossed her mind. She shook her head to drive those thoughts away. It probably wouldn’t contain everything. Besides that, she didn’t want to use something the whole group would be drinking out of later. “Man, this is bad.” Ruby whispered. “I know! It feels so bad. Like I’m holding a lake inside of me!” Nora complained, “Or maybe like a waterfall. Or a river. I guess it would have to be something that flows. Not that it’s flowing right now, though. So I guess it’s kind of like a river that’s been dammed up. You know, like when it rains a whole lot and all the water is pushing against the walls?” “Nora.” Ruby tried to interrupt. “Yeah, kind of like that.” Nora steamrolled over the other girl’s attempt to butt in, “It’s all just slish-sloshing around in there and trying to get out. I don’t know how much longer it’ll be before it starts to. I feel like any second it’s going to start leaking through the cracks.” “Nora!” Ruby said, louder. “Like a pipe about to burst. Oh, man, I don’t think I can remember the last time I had to go this bad… Actually, yeah I do. There was that time in the Emerald Forest. Oh! Or that history exam first semester. Seriously, I barely made it after that. But when I did, it felt sooo good and-“ “NORA!!” Ruby shouted. Nora broke off from her rant and looked at the other girl with a happy smile, like nothing was wrong. “Yes?” She asked. “You’re really not helping.” Ruby explained as she twisted her thighs together, wiggling back and forth. She pressed down slightly with her hands as she felt a brief spike in pressure. “Oh, sorry. I was just trying to distract myself from how badly I need to go. I figured that talking is normally a good distraction. And I thought what should I talk about? Well, what’s in the front of my mind? That’s how badly I have to pee, so I just thought-“ Ruby inhaled sharply and pushed a hand against her stomach, “Well maybe you can find another way to distract yourself?” “Sure!” Nora happily agreed. The orange-haired girl looked around the shelter, humming happily as she continued to wiggle on the spot. She paused with one last hum as she focused in on something across the tent. A wide smile appeared on her face. Curious, Ruby followed her gaze to see what had her attention. On the other side of the tent, the boys were no longer contemplating the map and seemed to be settling down for the night. Jaune was sitting atop his bedroll, restlessly shifting around. The hooded girl then found the sight Nora must have been fascinated with. Ren was settling down for the night and had removed his damp jacket and shirt. This didn’t interest Ruby all that much. What was so special about boys without shirts? She’d been around Sun enough to know boys didn’t have much to hide. Ruby looked outside again. The rain hadn’t slowed down at all. Her mind frantically raced, taking stock of the things she had in her pack. Maybe her water bottle? No way, that would be disgusting. There was the shuffle of a sleeping bag. Ruby looked over to see Ren lying in his bedroll, turned away from the girls. Jaune sighed deeply and rolled to his feet. “I’ve got to take care of something. I’ll be back in, like, twenty minutes.” He said. He sounded distracted. He grabbed his sword and shield and crawled out from under the tarp, quickly disappearing into the rain. Ruby and Nora exchanged a glance. Nora shrugged, “Probably needs to use the bathroom.” She suggested. Ruby shrugged back. She didn’t have the time or energy to think about that right now. If he got into trouble, Jaune could yell loud enough to get their attention. “So, how you holding up, Ruby?” Nora asked once Jaune was gone. Ruby pressed her hands into her lap, “Not too good. This rain needs to let up soon, or I’m going to be in trouble.” “Same here.” Nora confided. There was a pause. “Doesn’t it feel kind of good, though?” Nora added. “What?” Ruby asked, looking over. The orange-haired huntress was blushing slightly. She was fidgeting more than a little and rubbing her thighs together. While it was subtle earlier, it was now abundantly clear that Nora was grabbing down between her legs. “Well, I mean,” She explained, “doesn’t it feel kind of good to hold it all in? Like, it tingles…” “No, not really…” Ruby muttered. “Really? I guess it’s just me, then.” Nora shrugged happily. Ruby was about to ask a follow-up, but was cut short before she could think of anything. Another wave of pressure suddenly hit her. The huntress shuddered and pushed her hands deeper into her lap. The wave passed and she managed to keep control for now, but it was clear that her options were running out. “You know,” Nora began, “with Jaune away, we could just, you know, go over to the edge of the tarp and let it go…” “What?” Ruby practically shouted in surprise, “But Ren’s still here, what if he looks?” “Oh, don’t worry about that. Ren would never do that.” Nora dismissed with a wave of her free hand. “No matter how bad you want him to.” She added quietly. “Wait, what?” The thought of finally letting it out was tempting, but the idea of someone catching her in such a compromising position was too much. Ruby shuddered as the pressure continued to build. Whatever the solution, she would need to come up with it quickly. “I still don’t think I can do that.” Ruby said, panic rising in her voice. “Well then, I guess we just have to try and wait out the rain. Just keep holding it in while all this water drips and drops from the sky.” “Still not helping.” Ruby muttered, biting her lip. She slowly let a hand drift under her combat skirt. “Are you sure you’re not ready to go here?” Nora asked, observing this display. “There’s enough space for us to squat without getting anything wet.” “I’m not comfortable going out in the open. Especially with a boy right there.” “That’s fair.” Nora agreed. “If you’re comfortable with that, it’s fine. I won’t stop you.” Ruby offered. She hated to think Nora was putting herself through this torture on her account. “Oh, no,” Nora said with another dismissive wave, “I’ll be fine. If you’re going to wait, I’m going to wait. I don’t want you to go through this alone.” “That’s nice, but you really don’t have to do that.” “Yeah, but it’s what friends do.” Nora said joyfully. “Is it?” Ruby asked quietly. That was certainly not something any of her friends did. Just then, Nora let out a surprised yelp. Ruby looked over to her friend. The orange-haired girl was now sitting straight up, the blush growing on her face. “Are you ok?” Ruby asked frantically. “Y-yeah…” Nora stuttered, “I think I just let a little bit out is all…” “Oh, no... Look, if you want to go right now, I won’t look. I’m not going to blame you.” There was a short pause as Nora looked up in concentration. She let out a soft moan and her shoulder relaxed. Her hands stayed fixed in place with her grip as strong as ever. “Don’t worry, it’s all under control.” She said, her face growing even redder. “Are you sure?” “Mm-hmm.” Nora hummed happily. Her eyes floated upward, losing focus. Ruby pushed down with the hand under her skirt. Maybe Nora had it all under control, but she sure didn’t. It wasn’t too much longer before things took a turn for the worse. Ruby was sitting in place, quivering as she listened for the slightest break in the rain. Soon enough, she felt a small spurt leak into her underwear. It was forceful enough for the liquid to splash against the hand under her skirt. She froze in place, panic rising even more. The huntress pressed her hand down even harder, but this effort proved to be in vain. Seconds later, another spurt leaked out, followed by another. One more leak proved to be enough warning for the young huntress. “I can’t wait anymore!” Ruby declared to no one in particular as she lunged for the edge of the shelter. In her rush, Ruby didn’t realize her legs had fallen asleep. She started to stand up, only to fall forward. Ruby threw her hands down and caught herself, landing on her knees. This was the final nail in the coffin. As she landed, Ruby felt the leak begin. She shot straight up, but was still unable to get to her feet. She was now kneeling in the dirt, just clear of her bedroll. The girl in the red cape felt a steady stream making its way out of her. She threw her hands into her lap, trying to stem the tides. She wrinkled her combat skirt against herself as she grabbed down. Alas, this proved to be too little, too late. Slowly, the steam picked up power until Ruby was completely peeing herself. A darkened spot began to grow on her skirt where she continued to fruitlessly hold. Golden drops began to wind their way down her legs and soak into her leggings. Ruby sat there, paralyzed in disbelief. Was this really happening to her? Was she really wetting herself right now? The wetness continued to spread down her legs, quickly soaking through the entirety of her stockings, and coming to rest in the dirt around her knees. A yellow-tinted pool began to slowly grow beneath the young huntress. She grunted sadly, still pushing her hands into her crotch to try and cut off the flow, despite the fact that the damage had already been done. Ruby could feel the fluids fill her palms and drip out between her fingers. The huntress sat there, eyes watering, as she continued to void herself into her clothes. She wasn’t sure how much time passed. It may as well have been the rest of her life for how she felt. However long it took, the well eventually ran dry. It took a moment before Ruby noticed there was nothing more flowing into her hands. She gasped as she looked down at herself. It was at this moment that Ruby became thankful she wore dark colored clothing. Aside from the sheen on her exposed thighs, there was not much obvious evidence of her accident. She removed her hands to discover a slightly darkened patch on the front of her skirt, but it was barely noticeable. Her leggings weren’t much different, either. Certainly, her panties didn’t fare well, but Ruby wasn’t about to check that right there. Ruby lowered herself to a sitting position on her heels. Immediately, she began to think about what she would do about the mess. Sure, she had a spare outfit, but how long would it be before they found a place to wash their clothes? Ruby was snapped out of this train of thought by a voice from right next to her. “Are you alright?” Nora asked. Ruby jumped when she heard this. In all the excitement, she had forgotten anyone else was there. She looked over to see Nora leaning over with a concerned look on her face. She was still blushing. Nora was using one hand to steady herself; the other was still firmly planted between her legs. “Yeah…” Ruby said with a sniff. She was doing her best to fight back tears. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just can’t believe that happened…” The sudden awareness of her audience only made the feelings even worse. Here she was, Ruby Rose, a huntress, a girl out on her own adventure, and she just wet herself in front of her teammate. This was starting to feel a little too familiar. Wasn’t she supposed to be done with this kind of stuff? Ruby felt a hand against hers, then another. Nora clasped Ruby’s hand in her own and lifted them to her chest. “How, don’t worry about it.” Nora said softly with a smile. Nora scooted in closer and sat down next to Ruby, her legs splayed outward. “It’s ok.” She added. “Yeah, I know,” Ruby responded somberly, “I just thought I would be through with accidents like this by now… And what am I going to do about this?” She fluttered her wet skirt for emphasis. “It’s fine.” Nora reassured, “I’ve got a plan.” The orange-haired huntress let go of Ruby’s hand and leaned back. “Nora, what are you doing?” Nora’s face contorted in concentration for a split second before moving to a more relaxed expression. Her eyes started to water slightly as they drifted upward. A large, open-mouthed grin overtook Nora’s face as she let out a happy sigh. Ruby looked over in shock as a hissing sound filled the air. She looked down to see Nora lift her skirt slightly, leaving the bottom of her white panties barely visible. What was much more visible was the nearly clear steam pouring out of those panties. The stream was very powerful; it was almost as if the now-darkened cloth of the underwear wasn’t even there. As it hit the ground, some of the liquid splashed back to cover Nora’s thighs. A puddle began to grow under the energetic huntress, quickly spreading under her legs. Soon enough, that puddle grew to join with Ruby’s own. Ruby looked over the other girl awkwardly. She really didn’t know what to make of this situation. Sure, she had seen other girls have accidents before, and she had been with her sister in the woods more than once when an emergency hit them. This, however, was something completely new. All the while, Nora’s expression remained frozen in sheer bliss. Her face had grown completely red. After an awkwardly long time, the hissing subsided and Nora let out a pleased sigh. “Oh, gosh, that felt so good.” She moaned. “You didn’t have to do that for me, you know…” Ruby said awkwardly, feeling her own cheeks growing red. “Oh, no, that wasn’t the reason.” Nora said, her voice returning to its normal pitch, “I just had to go so bad. I wasn’t going to make it two steps.” “Really?” “Yeah. Still, it’s good that you didn’t have an accident alone, right?” “Sure, I guess…” The two girls silently looked at each other for a moment. Nora was smiling as though everything was normal. Ruby noticed that she was shifting around on the spot. She figured it was the discomfort of being in wet clothes. “So now what?” Ruby asked awkwardly. “Now this!” Nora shouted as she shot to her feet, quickly tossing off her jacket. She grabbed Ruby’s hands and pulled her along as she leaped out from under the tarp. Both girls soon found themselves standing in the pouring rain. Once they were securely out of the shelter, Nora let go of Ruby’s hands and twirled off a little further. Ruby quickly covered her head with her cape. “What are you doing?” She yelled over the downpour. “Getting clean!” Nora shouted back, “I love dancing in the rain! And it’s kind of like a shower, right?” “I mean, not really…” Ruby tried to crawl back out of the rain. “Come on!” Nora shouted. She skipped over and grabbed Ruby before she could retreat. The energetic girl happily spun them both around and forced Ruby out into the rain. Ruby always forgot how strong the smaller girl really was. Nora let go and continued to skip and twirl happily in the rain. Ruby stood there for a moment, taking in the absurdity of the last few minutes. At least now she had an excuse for why her clothes were wet. Maybe this would wash them out a little. Once she felt her clothes had completely soaked through, Ruby walked back under the tarp. Nora bounded happily after. “There. Isn’t that much better?” Nora asked cheerily. “A little.” Ruby admitted. She looked at her sleeves. They were practically see-through. Ruby was really thankful she didn’t wear the same colors on other parts of her outfit. “But what do we do now?” She asked, “We can’t sleep in our clothes when they’re this soaked.” Nora held up a finger, “Excuse me, I have to take care of something.” Nora skipped over to the other side of the tarp where Ren was sleeping. She threw herself on top of him and embraced the sleeping huntsman. Ren shot up with a startled shout, jumping up frantically before looking over at the girl now wrapped around him. He settled down and placed a hand on Nora’s arm. “Nora, why are you wet?” He asked as though this weren’t the first time he had to ask that. “Because, silly, you know I love dancing in the rain!” “Let me guess: you forgot to bring a towel?” “What?” Nora asked with a laugh, “No, of course not… Well, actually, yes.” Ren sighed, “There’s one in my bag. Go ahead and use it.” “Thanks, Ren!” Nora shouted. She hugged the boy tight before jumping to her feet. “Good night, Nora.” He added, rolling over. “Night, Ren~!” Nora sang. Nora grabbed Ren’s bag and started rifling through it. It always astounded Ruby just how close those two were. She wasn’t sure she’d be comfortable with her regular teammates rifling through her personal belongings like that. Soon enough, the energetic young huntress pulled a towel out of the bag and held it up triumphantly. She hastily tossed everything backed into Ren’s bag and closed it up. Nora quickly dried herself off before tossing the towel to Ruby. Ruby dried off her exposed skin. She pulled down her stockings to clean off her legs. She slowly pressed the towel against her clothes to try and make some progress in drying them, but to little effect. When Ruby reached over to hand the towel back to Nora, she was already undoing the belt around her skirt. She tossed her shirt off and proceeded to dry herself more thoroughly. Ruby looked cautiously around the sides of their shelter. Ren was turned away and it looked like he was asleep. There was no sign of Jaune anywhere. The two girls quickly changed out of their wet clothes and into clean outfits. They laid out their damp clothes on top of their bags to dry. “Well, that was… something…” Ruby said, settling down into her sleeping bag. “Yeah.” Nora agreed. “That got me kind of wound up. It may take some time before I can get to sleep… By the way, you should maybe ignore any sounds coming from my sleeping bag tonight.” “Same as every night got it.” Ruby affirmed. “We’re not going to tell the boys about what happened, are we?” Ruby asked. “I don’t see why we would.” “Also, let’s try not to let that happen again, ok?” Ruby added. “Really? I thought it was kind of fun.” “Not enough fun to do it again.” “So what are you thinking?” Nora asked, growing excited, “Like we set up a code word or something? So if it ever gets too bad for you, you could just say 'squid cakes' and I'll make a distraction while you sneak off. And if I’m ever in trouble, you could-“ “Not what I meant.” Ruby interrupted, “I more just meant keep each other honest. You know, look out for each other and make sure we don’t push ourselves this far again.” “Oh, sure, that makes sense.” Nora agreed. Soon enough, Jaune returned to camp. He was breathing heavily and dripping wet. “Oh, hey girls… You’re still up.” He said, sounding surprised, “Is everything alright?” “Yeah, fine.” Ruby said. “Yup!” Nora shouted, “Totally fine, absolutely nothing wrong here. Nothing at all!” “Ok. Good.” Jaune sighed. His eyes settled on the still dripping clothes in the middle of the shelter. “What happened to your clothes?” Jaune asked. “Well…” Ruby began. “You know how I roll around in my sleep?” Nora jumped in, “Well, I went to sleep earlier, and I guess I accidentally grabbed Ruby and, like, suplexed her out into the rain.” “Yeah, that’s what happened.” Ruby agreed, a little too eagerly. “Ok, sure, that makes sense.” Jaune said, much to Ruby’s surprise. “Well, I’m going to get some rest. Good night, girls.” He said. Jaune pulled his bag closer and began to remove his hoodie. “Would you mind turning around?” He asked. “Right!” Ruby shouted, rolling over and pulling up the cover of her sleeping bag. Soon, everything was quiet except for the rain raging outside. Ruby was starting to drift off to sleep when she was interrupted by a harshly whispered “hey!” from next to her. “What?” She asked sleepily. “Do you think we should pick up something in the next town?” Nora asked, “Like a jug or something, so that if this happens again…” “You’re thinking too much about this.” Ruby responded, “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.” “Right, right.” Nora answered. “Good night.” Nora added. “Good night. And Nora?” “Yeah?” “Thanks.”
  24. female How It All Began

    Hi all, Ive posted these on another board but have been hanging round here a bit lately and thought I would post them for you to enjoy. Theres five parts to this so I will post gradually, Im yet to write the 6th and final chapter so maybe someone here will inspire me to! How It Began - Lisa Part 1 People often say there is a link formed early in childhood that associates an act with a sexual desire, particularly when it comes to wetting. This is my story of how it all began for me. Lisa was a cousin that I'd spent a lot of time with growing up over the years, generally in the school holidays when she would come to stay with us or I would go to stay with her. We had always got along well and this occasion was not different. Lisa and I were of a similar age and were both in middle school, although lived quite far apart so did not get to see each other apart from in the holidays. It was a hot summers day and we were playing on our bikes in my back yard, as she had come to stay for the week. We were pretending we were police and racing around on our bikes. We'd been outside for a couple of hours and had been sipping on drink bottles all afternoon to rehydrate in the hot sun. It was Lisa's turn to be the police officer and she was chasing me around on her bike. I went around a corner and pretended to crash my bike taking the corner too fast. I pushed my bike over on the concrete and fell to the ground and closed my eyes. I lay there still with my eyes closed pretending I had been hurt. Lisa raced up behind me and threw her bike down. She stood there and started to shake me, saying "James, wake up, wake up!". I peeked through one eye and saw her squatting beside me with her flowery blue skirt held up by her knees and her plain white panties visible from my direction. Being young I hadnt seen up a girls skirt before and was perplexed by this new sight, so continued to lie there pretending I was hurt. Lisa then stood up and shoved her hand between her legs, saying "please James, please wake up!". "Please James, Im busting to pee!". Still peeking through one eye I saw her bob up and down a few times in desperation still with her hand between her legs. It was only a matter of moments and I heard a splashing on the ground. Immediately I opened my eyes and saw it was coming from under her skirt, she was peeing through her knickers! I couldnt believe my eyes and she just looked down sheepishly at me as the pee continued to run down her legs and splash onto the concrete, a puddle growing steadily around her feet. Im not sure how long she stood there for as her bladder emptied but it seemed like an eternity. She had let her knee length skirt go now and just stood there with her legs fairly close together as the pee cascaded from beneath. There was a small wet streak down the front of her skirt where her hand had been before she'd pulled it away, but it was not too noticeable. "Im sorry", she said as the stream of pee lessened to a few droplets, the embarrassment clear on her face. "I'd been busting for ages and didnt want to say anything". I just said, "it's ok, make sure you tell me next time!". I suggested we go back to the house and she said "but I don't want your mum to see". I said I wouldnt tell anyone what had happened, but she would need to find something to change into. We rode back up to the house and went inside to my bedroom, leaving the puddle on the concrete to dry in the sun. We got back to my room without anyone suspecting a thing and Lisa closed the door. "What am I going to do?" she said, holding her skirt up in front of me and exposing her wet panties, a few drops of pee still evident on her thighs. I just stared in amazement, having not seen a girl of that age in her underwear before, particularly not soaking wet! I gathered myself together and said "do you have any spare knickers?" She said they were still in the car in her suitcase. We decided she should take them off and wash them in the bathroom then leave them in the sun to dry. She pulled them off and a couple more drips fell from beneath her skirt. We both giggled repeatedly about the situation and her lack of knickers under her dress. We sat on the floor and played board games for a while so they could dry. I asked Lisa if this had happened before and she said once or twice but kind of brushed it off. She made me swear to keep this our secret and not tell anyone else, to which I agreed. While there was nothing obviously sexual about this experience I believe this is where the link with wetting started to form in my mind. My experiences with Lisa weren't to end here but I will share more of them at a later time. How It Began - Lisa Part 2 It had been a while since I'd seen Lisa last and was excited she was coming to stay at my grandparents house with me for a couple of days. She pulled up to the house and her mum got out and went inside. Lisa had grown a lot in the few months since I'd seen her, her long blonde hair was past her shoulders and she had gained a nice set of breasts as well as being a few inches taller. She had on a black cotton dress that came down to a few inches above her knees. She was realling starting to turn into quite an attractive young lady. After the car had been unpacked we went off to escape from the parents. My grandparents house was amazing, a big country style house with three storeys and expansive gardens and farmland surrounding the house. Last time we had been there we had built a hut in some bushes near the back of the property, so went off to see if it was still there. The hut was there just as we had left it, tucked inside the bushes and invisible from the house. We went inside and Lisa said in a quiet voice, "Guess what, I've got a secret to tell you". "What is it?", I said eagerly, having no idea what she was talking about. She replied, "I had an accident on the way here". "What do you mean?" I said, not quite understanding what she was getting at. "Come with me", she said and grabbed my hand and led me off to their car which was parked not far away. She opened the back door and put her hand on the seat. "Feel it", she said. I put my hand on the seat and felt the dampness in the seat. "No way", I said, "you didnt, did you?..." "I couldn't help it", she replied, "It takes three hours to get here and I had two bottles of water. I told mum I needed to find a toilet but she told me to hold on as we were only half an hour away. I was really busting and I leaked on the seat". "Leaked? Thats more than a leak!" "Yeah a few drops came out at first but I couldnt hold it and after a minute I wet my pants". I couldnt believe what I was hearing and felt a strange excitement about what she had just said. I remembered back to what had happened at my place a few months back and the puddle forming under Lisa's skirt as we played in the back yard. "Does your mum know?", I asked inquisitively as she shut the door and we began wandering back to the hut. I still could not quite believe what she had done. "No I didnt say anything and she didnt notice. I pulled my dress out from underneath me so it didnt get wet". I looked at the rear of her dress and sure enough you couldnt tell. "I don't believe you did that" I said as we went inside the hut. What happened next was a complete shock to me. She grabbed my hand and said "Here, feel" and guided my hand under her short dress and rested it on her wet panties. I felt the dampness immediately and felt the warmth of her pussy through the fabric. My hand lingered there a couple of seconds, not really sure of what had just happened, or what to do in this situation. I'd never seen a grown girls private parts properly and had certainly never touched any. Lisa had never been shy but this was completely unexpected. Lisa giggled as I said "you're so naughty!", to which she replied "well I couldn't help it, I had too much to drink and I'd been stuck in the car for ages, I was soo bursting. I drank so much water I almost need to go again!" She then pulled up her dress and looked down to inspect the damage, just as she had done the previous time at my house. I couldn't help but feel excited by this, a strange sensation tingling down below in my pants as I stared at her light blue panties which had a visible damp patch at the bottom of them. She turned around still holding her dress to try and inspect the back of her underwear which was completely damp and a darker blue. I dont know where it came from but a strange idea suddenly entered my head. "I dare you to do it again", I blurted, wondering how she would react to my challenge". "What, wet my knickers right here?" she said, still holding her skirt up exposing her damp underwear. "Yeah, noone will know", I replied, half expecting she would tell me there was no way. "But I have to wear them the rest of the day, they're almost dry now", she said. "I do have to pee though". "Then pee, noone can see in here", I reasoned with her. She let her dress go and stood there contemplating my challenge. She then bent over, sliding her damp blue panties down her legs, removing them and putting them on a nearby tree branch. She spread her legs wide apart and pulled her dress up slightly, not quite enough to give me a view of her pussy but enough to make sure the dress wouldnt get wet. She stood up straight and waited a few seconds, nothing came out. My eyes were glued to her at this point. "Im bursting but I can't pee", she said as she stood there and concentrated. A few seconds later I heard a hissing sound followed by a pattering on the dry dirt below. She was peeing right in front of me! "It's running down my legs" she cried as she relaxed and let it flow, at which we both giggled. She clutched tightly at her dress and lifted it a bit higher. I got my first glimpse of her pussy as pee shot out of it, spurting in different directions and hitting her thighs, droplets running down her legs onto the now wet dirt below. I was mesmerized. I dont think she meant to expose herself to me but she had no option if she wanted to keep her dress dry. The flow drew to a few drips and then stopped as she grabbed her underwear from the tree branch and used it to wipe up the excess moisture from her thighs and legs. "How was that?", she inquired with a big grin on her face, a large wet circle on the dirt below her. "Amazing", I said, unsure how else to put it into words. "James, Lisa, dinner time!" a voice called from the house in the distance. She hurriedly put her underwear back on, again giving me another glimpse of her pussy. We walked back towards the house without saying a word, knowing we had done something we shouldn't have but both with grins on our faces about our little secret. "What have you two been up to?" my grandmother inquired as we sat down at the table. "Nothing," I said, "just seeing if the hut was still there". Lisa and I smiled at each other across the table. More to come!
  25. female Lani's House

    Samantha here again, the majority of the story takes place over my friend Lani's house, this incident happened back in May of this year 2017. Quick back story of Lani, she plays the cello in the symphony we're both apart of, she's 25 years old, i'm 22 for those who are don't know, she's shorter then I am probably 5'6ish light brown straight hair, brown eyes, skinny. I've known Lani for 2 and a half years now ever since I joined the symphony, I don't talk to much around others with that being said i've probably said the most words to Lani, now when I say a lot it's still a very small amount. Lani can also play the piano, she helped me get into the routine of the symphony when I arrived, showed me around and is very kind and outgoing, she also lives alone. It was a Thursday morning when my alarm went off, I rub my eyes before clicking the phone off my alarm, knowing I have a meeting starting in a nearly 2 hours I get out of bed and take a shower before getting dressed in a short red velvet dress with pink leggings and pink cotton panties with blue hearts on them. Finishing getting dressed I walk down stairs brushing my hair checking the time, an hour and 30 minutes until the meeting, I come to the quick conclusion that I have time to make breakfast. I take out pancake mix and quickly prepare 3 nicely size pancakes, to ensure my dress stays clean I use an apron, I flip the pancakes until they have a golden sun color and the edges are a bit crispy how I like them. Plating the pancakes and sitting down I butter and drown them in syrup, my sweet tooth is glowing today with the amount of syrup, or maybe my hand slipped, I dig into my breakfast, after I finish my 3 pancakes in what may have been record speed chasing them down with a glass of orange juice. I look down and see how much of the syrup covered the apron I kept on just in case of this, I take it off and throw it into the laundry room before taking Snowball outside. Strolling back into the house I check the time 30 minutes until the meeting, this gives me a enough time to go upstairs use the bathroom grab my phone put on my black flats and head to the meeting. I get out into my car and drive off, I listen to the songs we'll be playing for our performance the upcoming weekend, I hum along to the songs while driving down the busy New York streets. While driving down the road I hit hole in the road which startles me, my heart starts racing from the sudden shock, I think nothing of it and continue on my way, after another 5 minutes I arrive at the meeting. While I walk to the door I hear the familiar voice of Lani wishing me a good morning, I turn and wave hello to her, I open the door and we walk into the meeting room without another word. Everyone spills into the room and takes seats in an unorganized manner, the chatter is quickly quieted but the owner of the symphony walking in very upset about last weeks performance. We were very unprofessional in our last performance, there was a bird that got into the building, and halfway through the performance it started flying around which brought an abrupt stop to the playing and screams coming from the startled performers. We're taught to continue playing, unless theres a threat, and last I checked a bird isn't threatening, well I mean bird poop is kinda threatening to my clothes, but I wasn't going to mention such a thing at a time like this. The meeting goes on for a few hours, a few of us start groaning as the meeting is incredibly boring and we all just want to go home, shortly after we were reminded we have a performance Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. We all walk out quite hungry now being there for 3 hours, we all discuss about going out to lunch, I agree to go out with a few people. I walk to my car notice I got a flat tire, probably from whatever I hit earlier, Lani notices I was on my phone standing outside of my car. I order the services to pick up my car and bring it to the tire shop, Lani offers to take me to the shop and take me out to lunch, I feel bad about having her bring me to all these places but I don't have much of an option at this point. I thank her for helping me and that I will do whatever I can do to repay her, she said I don't have to repay her it's what friends do, I nod in agreement. We arrive at the tire shop and I pay the required services and new tires, they say it will take about 3 hours till they are finished, Lani and I go to meet up with the others at Applebee's for lunch. We arrive and enter the restaurant and take out seats, I order the chicken tortilla soup and ice tea to start, my main dish being the bourbon street chicken and shrimp. (Really delicious I swear I get that every time I go to Applebee's) We all finish our main dishes and debate on wether of not to order dessert or not, I voted no but the vote being 7-3 Yes we order a group dessert, I don't take part in the eating of cake. When going out in a group of just co-workers we settle the bill with a game of credit card roulette, we all place our credit cards into a bag from the restaurant and have the waitress draw one, the one thats pulled has to pay the bill, thankfully it wasn't mine this time, I would have cried having to pay nearly the $200. Lani and I get into her car and notice we still have slightly less then 2 hours before my car will be ready, so Lani invites me to come over to her house, I think for a minute before answering. I've never been to her house before, I don't want to be rude or do something wrong, I could always get dad to take me to the tire shop. While I ponder my options she starts driving and says "We'll have fun" answering for me, I slightly stutter "O.. Okay." I start squirming around in her car not having used the bathroom since this morning, I figured i'll be fine for a few more hours. We arrive at her house, as we enter the house she asks if I had anything in mind we could do, I shake my head no following her slowly through her house being as carful as everything was made of glass. We arrive in the living room, I stand with my legs crossed needing the bathroom, I look down at the floor, she tell me to relax and sit down. She asks me some questions which I answer with the minimum words as possible, she points out i'm very shy and it's okay to be more open around her, even though i've known her for a few years I hardly spent any one on one time with her. She suggests we play the piano she owns, we can take turns playing just for fun, I shake my head in disagreement feeling to shy to really play anything in front of just her, she states thats fine. We do end up talking about books for about an hour, she gets up and asks if I wanted something to drink, I sit there shaking my leg but answer her question "water". She mentions she owns a trampoline as we drink our waters, the weather outside is very nice this time of year, a lovely breeze and not too hot of a sun. Finishing our water we walk outside to the trampoline, it's a fairly big trampoline for one person, Lani mentions her brothers come to visit quite often with his girlfriend to jump around. While Lani tells me about how she was into gymnastics when she was younger before she broke her leg I cross my legs very tightly together needing to go pee decently bad now, she asks if I want to jump around for a bit. I agree to jumping, we start bouncing up and down, I was never on a trampoline much growing up, while jumping I look at my watch realizing I should be getting a call about my car in about half an hour. We continue jumping Lani does a few flips and tells me I should try it, I shake my head once more "no", after 5 more minutes of jumping my bladder spasms and I have no other option put hold myself. I guess I was having to much fun to notice how full my bladder was, she didn't notice it, and if she did she didn't ask, since she doesn't bring up I don't mention it either. I try thinking of other things like what Lani is taking about, but my bladder isn't stopping with the signals now, I can't help but grab myself very often a few more jumps and I leak into my panties I hold myself for a long time and dance on the trampoline. Lani notices this and asks if everything okay, I fall only butt sitting how on the trampoline and squirming around. Knowing how silly i'm looking I shake my head "no" while I let out a short hissing sound I squeeze my legs tightly while holding my crotch, I feel my hand get wet desperately trying to stop the flow, I stop it for a few seconds while Lani asks if I need to use the bathroom. I tell her i'm sorry while I feel my bladder give up, I hear a familiar hissing sound, I feel my pee race to my but and splashing on the ground under the trampoline, I feel my face get red and I start crying. Lani tells me it's okay, and I need to get cleaned up, she makes light of it telling me she had an accident on the trampoline before and it's better to pee out here then in the house, I continue crying and apologizing, she gives me a hug tells me to don't worry about it, she won't tell anyone about what happened today. She helps me get inside and to he bathroom, she asks if I want her to pee herself to make me feel more comfortable, I say no, that will probably make me feel worse. I take a quick shower and put my dress back on as it didn't get any pee on it, she offers me a pair of black leggings to barrow and gives me a bag to put my wet clothes in. My phone rings I answer it and tell Lani my car is ready, she drives me to the tire shop while telling me about accidents she's had, this certainly made me feel much better about mine, it's very reassuring to know I'm not alone. Lani and I still have talks about accidents we've had, Lani has confessed to me she still has accidents, I have never seen her have an accident. Wether she actually has accidents or just said this to make me feel better it's very nice for her to do, I am glad she is my friend. I know this story was a bit different then my others, it's more about my friend and how appreciative I am to have someone who is willing to go above and beyond for someone else. Lani is honestly the first person i've known I consider a true friend. I hope everyone can find a special true friend I have found, thank you for reading, i'll post a pictures of my wet panties below to make up for the lack of desperation. I hope you enjoyed the story. -Samantha