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  1. 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
  2. Duarg

    Abroad In The Stars

    The goal of this story is to not wet yourself, as the character’s prestigious position and reputation would be utterly tarnished should such a thing come about, but the exceptions are if the witness is a well-trusted person, or if you manage to successfully hide the evidence. In addition, the gender of the character does in fact matter, due to the nature of the game and for added fun and player choice, a male player-character will have a slightly easier time holding their urine, but will be far more scrutinized for actual physical holdings, and especially if they wet. A female player character will have a slightly harder time holding their urine, but will be judged less for fidgeting and actual wettings. This is to add some spice to character creation. An invisible ‘fidget-meter’ will also play a large role, constant fidgeting and movements pertaining to your bladder, or outright holding may diminish people’s respect for you. Try to keep it out of view. You wake up, staring at the dull, grey ceiling, with the hum of the air vents and the scrubbers as your only welcoming sound. You groggily get out of bed, it isn’t like you to wake up before your alarm goes off- but you feel thirsty. You enter your private bathroom and fill your regular cup with water, rinsing it out several times before filling it up from the tap, a gasp escapes you as you lower the cup from your mouth. You needed that. You set the cup down and lean against the sink counter, you are the captain of a starship, working for DecaCorp™, they specialise in the construction of Military, Civilian, and Civil Service vehicles, for Space, Air, Land, and Lava. You work on a non-combatant starship known as The Adelheid, it's a Commercial Cruising Vessel that regularly ferrys thousands, if not tens of thousands of VIP, Noble, Common, and some working-class people as well. This specific CCV has more in common with a luxury cruise than an airplane...however it is also entirely self-sufficient, you manage the crew and the ship’s daily goings on, and the workload is highly stressful, but you are quite confident in your abilities, after all, you’re the captain for a reason, surely? You stare at your reflection and admire yourself. You see… A) A comely woman with, brown hair, and green eyes. B) A handsome man with sharp features, blonde hair, and blue eyes. C) A Bald Eagle man, or woman, with an unamused look forever burned into your features. D) A purple creature in the shape of a human, made entirely of a gelatinous goo. E) A lizard man, or woman, with greyish blue scales, descended from a proud warrior race.
  3. Valeri night

    A Forgotten Past

    Helloooooooooooo friends, This is a story that I have been working on for a while now that I have decided to start today. This is only part one but it takes me a little bit to write each part so I'm sorry If each part takes a while to post. Without further wait here you are, I hope you enjoy it ^_^ It’s hot and my head hurts I think to myself, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand. Wait sand, waves? Am I on a beach? Straining to open my eyes I look around at all the sand around me, Struggling I lift myself up and weakly crawl up the sand dune to get a better look at the area around me. Having my eyes now adjusted to the bright summer light I sit up and look across the beach, I listen to the seagulls flying above me and take a moment to adjust to my situation. Let’s see, I ponder to myself, last I remember I was on a boat but my memory is really fuzzy right now. I can’t seem to remember anything about it, or how I got here. Sighing I down at myself seeing my clothing in tatters, the once elegant looking dress I was wearing was ripped and mangled from the ocean waters with course sand still on it. “Huh what's that?” Dusting off some of the sand I stand up and walk over to a box that washed up on the beach with me. Oh it’s nailed shut… Ah here we go a well placed sharp rock to pry open this conveniently placed crate. Shoving the rock into a slit on the top of the box I use all my strength and snap the lid of the crate. Peering inside the crate It looks like most of the things inside are wet and useless, but I see a sealed case inside as well as a slightly damp set of clothing that isn’t as worn down as my dress is. I pull everything I can use out of the box and end up with decent amount of survival supplies that I can use. Lets see here I’ve got a full canteen, (pure luck I’m sure) three healing potions, that sealed case I found and a set of clothes. Deciding that it was best do change out of my ripped and messed up clothes first, quickly taking a look around me to make sure that no one is looking I start to take me dress off. Even though I know there is no one around I still blush as I pull off my dress, Slipping the blue skirt I found over my plain white panties. Not wanting to have my matching white bra exposed for long I take the white blouse and slip that on as well. Hmm it’s still a little damp, and my blouse Is somewhat see through right now I think to myself as I feel my blouse and skirt up and check myself out. “Well this feels a little better” I say out loud now dressed in my cute new outfit, taking a sip of the canteen I drop down and look at the sealed case in front of me. The case it self is pretty heavy and cold to the touch, unsealing the locks I slowly open the case peeking inside I see what looks to be a silver pointy sword, “whats is this? a saber?” I think out loud. Picking it up I notice that it feels nicely balanced and the weight feels evenly distributed, huh it is pretty though. Deciding that It's worth to hold on to the saber I reach into the case again and pull out a black book, opening the mysterious book I skim over the pages. “They're all blank” I matter of factly say out loud. “Whatever I guess I’ll just take it all” Gathering up all my supplies I pack them into a makeshift sack and start to walk away from the beach and towards the thicket behind me. “Hmm this thicket looks kinda thick” Taking another sip of water from my canteen I peer through the leaves and trees and start to second think going into this forest area. Deciding that I’m not gonna to get far sitting on this beach I start to push into the trees and bushes making my way slowly forward. It’s so hot, I think to myself taking another sip from my now half empty canteen, panting I continue forward into the endless green in front of me. Moving into a slight clearing I decide to take a break in the cover of shade from all the trees around me. “My canteen is almost empty, I’ve gotta be careful or things will go from bad to worse real quick.” In response I feel my bladder pang, putting forth its opinion with all of my other problems. “Great just what I needed” I sigh, having no idea of the last time I used the bathroom. “Rustle, Rustle” Looking around myself I tense up, “...What was that?” I think to myself. “Rustle, Rustle, Rustle” Staring at a bush in front of me I backup a little feeling myself starting to shake in fear. “Aaaaaahhhhh” Jumping I scream out as a small creature runs out of the bush in front of me and runs away, “Stupid damn animal...” I try to calm myself down as I sit back down and close my eyes shaking my head in disappointment. “A little far from home aren’t you little girl” A mysterious voice comes from behind me. Quickly spinning around I look toward the voice and see a bulky man with a shaggy beard and torn clothes standing behind me. Eyeing him suspiciously I stand up and slowly back myself away from him. “Whoa now I wouldn’t try and run away if I was you” the creepy man smiles to me. Pulling out a knife he slowly moves towards me. Seeing my eyes go wide he grins “Don’t worry as long as you do what I ask you’ll be just fine.” Fear rising inside of me I stumble backwards and fall over landing on my bum, spilling my bag in the process. Looking over at my spilled stuff I see the saber sticking out of the bag, quickly grabbing it I point it at the creepy man. My hands shaking from fear of what might happen. “Oh what a cute little needle you’ve got there” the man laughs “What are you gonna do poke me to death?” Forcing myself to stand I Shake off his insults and try to relax my breathing. Calm down it’ll be okay I try to convince myself, feeling my body naturally move into a defensive stance with the saber. The man lunges forward swinging the knife towards me, I feel my body tense up in fear and a squirt escapes my body. The feeling wakes me up and at the last second I dodge to the left and stumble out of the way. Reposiniting myself I realize that If i’m not careful I could get seriously hurt or even worse I could die. Taking a deep breath I watch his movement and wait for him to rush me again, “Hmph you got lucky the first time but now you’re mine” he exclaims Watching him I wait standing still while he charges clumsily towards me, taking the opportunity I duck to the right of his slash and counter with a quick stab to his leg. “Ughgh” The man groans grabbing the stab wound in his leg “that hurt you bitch!” Showing no hesitation I lunge forward and stab his arm twice in quick succession while he is distracted with his injury. Jumping back I stand tall in my defensive stance and smile, happy with my ability so far. “Listen here you” the man panting said to me, “you’ve won this time but next time we meet I’ll get you back for what you’ve done here.” The man quickly sprints through the tree’s running away dripping blood as he leaves. Sighing I drop my guard and quickly move one hand to my crotch quietly holding myself while crossing my legs, slowly putting my saber back into my bag. Waah I really need to pee now I think to myself, All that water and that entire fight made me really need to go. Well I might as well follow that guy, he might of ran away toward a town or something “Grumble Grumble” and I’m pretty hungry to be honest. Moving forward in the direction that the creepy man went I push on, it feels like hours go by and the pressure in my bladder increases dramatically. Pushing into a clearing I see a forestry town with a bunch of small buildings and what looks to be a small Inn in the distance. Stopping for a moment I cross my legs and bounce up and down while holding myself to help relieve the pressure. “God I gotta go so bad” I say outloud to myself. If I’m quick I should be able to make it. Running down the hill towards the inn I feel myself starting to lose control over my bladder. At first It was just enough pressure to make me slow down and hold myself for a second, but it got worse and as I was walking into the town center I felt a light leak come out into my panties, forcing my face to flush bright red. Looking around there wasn’t to many people in the town, most being inside due to how late it had gotten. Not to mention it wasn’t to big of a town, only about five or six buildings besides the Inn in the center. Using both hands to hold myself I slowly walk up to the door of the Inn, thanking god that nobody was outside to see me like this. Taking my hands out of my crotch I slowly walk into the Inn, I feel the eyes of everyone inside looking at me as I walk inside. Realizing that I probably looked worse for ware I look away and walk towards the bar keep to ask where the bathroom is. “What could I do for you miss” He asks me nonchalantly not even bothering to look up from his glass that he is polishing. Blushing I shift my legs back and forth and reply “Um where is the bathroom” Looking up the barkeep eyes me up, cocking his head he motions to a corner of the Inn. Quietly I say back “Cheers” Quickly I rush to the corner of the Inn all the while blushing and trying not to lose it being this close to relief. Slamming open the girls bathroom door I rush inside just as another longer leak comes out and drips onto my leg, letting out an audible “Eek” I run up to the single stall and pull it open. “Sorry I’ll be out in just a minute” I hear come from the door. My eyes go wide and my jaw drops, Oh god no I’m so close and I’ve gotta pee so bad I think to myself, looking around in desperation for anything to help me in this situation. Pacing back and forth I hear the toilet flush in the stall in front of me, my bladder screams out in pain and I’m forced to use both hands to hold myself and double cross my legs. Slamming on the stall door I beg the girl to let me in. “Just a minute I gotta wash my hands” She replies back Hearing the water turn on drives me over the edge and I shove one hand in my crotch while keeping the other on the stall door, I feel a stream start spurting out of me and I feel my panties get soaked in response. Letting out a groan I mumble under my breath “I can’t stop it” feeling my pee splash onto my crossed legs. I manage to cut off the stream for a few seconds just as the lock on the bathroom door opens up. Being unbalanced from putting most of my weight on the door, I fall forward a little bit towards the girl. Not wanting to fall into her I try to catch myself on the side of the door with my hands. I soon find out that that was a mistake. While I did manage to stop myself from falling, I was forced to take my hand out of my crotch, allowing the full pressure from my bladder to release. Letting out a audible yelp I attempt to stop the flow, but I’m much too late. I stand perfectly still both hands holding myself through my skirt feeling the warmth of the pee wash over my legs and flow into the boots I was wearing. Closing my eyes I can’t help but let out a moan and smile from the pleasure off letting it all out. I count the seconds as I stand there letting my pee flow all over myself till the stream cuts off and the last of my pee dribbles out. “Well you certainly looked like you enjoyed yourself” Opening my eyes wide I remember the girl in front of me, Blushing I stammer “I-I’m so sorry you had to see that, This is so embarrassing.” I start to tear up from shame and drop my head. “Aw it’s okay, It is kinda my fault I took my time in the bathroom while you were out here dying of desperation.” She smiles and pats my head. “Here I’ll tell you what, I own a clothing shop not to far from here.” “How about I go ahead and get you a fresh set of clothes for you.” Looking up at her I sniffle, “Okay that seems fine” Getting up I inspect the damage of my clothes. The skirt has a very distinctive wet spot from where I was holding myself and my legs still have pee dripping off of them and into my boots and very wet socks. “Alrighty then follow me” the girl motions to me walking out the door. Taking a couple steps I hear the squishing sound my boots make as i walk out the door of the bathroom and into the open area of the Inn. Everyone again turns and looks at me as I closely follow behind the girl from the bathroom. Blushing hard I hear people drinking whisper about my wet skirt, Hanging my head I try to ignore crude remarks coming from everyone around me. Opon walking outside into the darkness the girl turns and looks at me. “By the way my name's Velvet” I give her a slight smile and respond “my name is…” What is my name, I think to myself. “You know I don’t actually know what my name is” I respond honestly “I just kinda washed up on the beach earlier today and I can't seem to remember anything.” “Oh you poor thing, well I hope we can fix that problem of yours soon.” Velvet smiles and leads me up to her house. “By all means you first” pushing me into her home I walk inside. Looking around I see the inside looks like a clothing shop, with racks of shirts, shorts, shoes, ect. Showing me to the back of the shop Velvet tells me “stay here for a second I’ll get you some new clothes to relax in. I stand awkwardly in this new place waiting for her to get back, I look at her little home inside her shop and see a cramped kitchen dining room area and small area with a couch and end table next to it. “It’s pretty cozy” I say to myself “Here you all love” Looking over i see Velvet carrying a ruby red velvet dress to sleep in. “Wow that looks so comfy” I say wide eyed. “Of course it is darling It’s a family tradition to have the best quality clothing no matter the cost.” Beaming with pride she hands me the dress and starts to walk away. “Um Velvet quick question.” “What is it?” she asks looking over at me. “Well you see I’ve got the dress but… My other clothes are all wet soooo.” “Oh don’t worry about that honey, I’ll wash all of your wet clothes for you just leave them in a pile and I’ll take care of it.” Velvet replies to me as she walks into her room. “Bu-but my panties…” I try to get out but she ignores me. *Sigh* I guess I’ll just take them off for now and ask her when she comes back out. Moving to the side of the couch I take off my wet socks and boots and lay them on the wooden floor. I then start to strip off my top and wet bottoms, standing in just my wet panties and bra I debate on whether I want to wear my bra to sleep. Just before I take it off i hear the door behind me opening up. Veeeeelvet! I scream out, covering my chest and crotch. “Ohmygod” Velvet giggles. “I thought you would be using the bathroom she laughs turning back into her room and shutting the door. Blushing I quickly strip off my bra and wet panties and stack them on my other clothes. I feel my body getting hot from being completely naked in some strangers house, but I shake off the strange feeling and rush to put the red dress on. The dress itself feels wonderful to the touch and I do a little spin in happiness. Walking over to Velvet’s room i knock on the door and let her know that i’m all done changing. Peeking her head out she looks at me still giggling. I roll my eyes at her and huff, walking back over to the couch I sit down. “Is this everything?” shes asks picking up my wet clothes. “Yes and is there any chance that I could get a fresh pair of panties” I ask blushing slightly. “Hehe I already gave you a pretty expensive dress, and now you’re asking me for panties too?” “I don’t mind getting you a pair but I doubt you have any money now do you?” Sighing I reply “no I don’t” “That’s what I thought” Velvet smiles, “by the way if you need to use the bathroom anytime tonight the bathroom’s over in that corner there.” Looking over to where she pointed at I nod my head and ask “Are you going to sleep now?” “Yes huh I’ve gotta wake up early so you just lay here and i’ll take care of everything while you get some rest.” Moving to her room she opens the door and smiles to me, “Have a goodnight, oh by the way if you’re hungry there is some food in the kitchen you can have.” In response my stomach growls and I get up to see what food she has in stock. Looking through the pantry I grab some cookies and sit on the couch munching on them happily. Setting up my makeshift bed I think about the entire day that I just had, What an adventure I think to myself. I move over to my bag and take out my saber that I found, giving it a thorough check I notice that the saber has bright red ruby’s lined in the hilt of it. This saber might actually be pretty expensive I think to myself, I really like it though it feels really natural to use. Picking up the blank book I brought with me I open it up. “Oh what's this?” I say out loud noticing the blank pages now had words on some of them, but the words were too faded to read. “Well that's weird I mutter to myself I could've sworn there were no words in this book when I found it. Shaking my head I put the saber and book back into my bag and lay down. Feeling the velvet dress on my skin I smile from how comfortable I am and close my eyes. I feel a little weird not wearing any panties to sleep, but the dress feels nice so I let myself doze off into a deep slumber.
  4. Anubis

    Flowing Creek

    I haven't ever tried writing an interactive story before, but it looks like it could be fun. A lot of good ones have been posted, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's been a while since I have written anything and I don't have a good track record when it comes to finishing stories, but we'll see how this goes. This story is based on a personal fantasy of mine, but I won't say much more about it because more information will be available later on. Anyway, here we go. *** Flowing Creek You wake up in what looks like some sort of a cheap motel room, to the sound of birds chirping outside. You are facing towards the outer wall, so you can see sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtain over the window. You feel the need to relieve your bladder, but it is still bearable for the time being. For a moment, you allow your eyes to wander around the room before lifting your head off the pillow and sitting up. You look down and realize that you are still wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and socks. The lower half of your body is still covered by the blankets, but you can tell what you’re wearing beneath it, from the feeling of the material on your skin. You are unsure of how long you were asleep, but what you are sure of, is that you have never seen this room before. You take a good look at your surroundings. The walls of the motel room are a milky white and the curtain over the window has a grey and black checkerboard pattern on it. About a meter away from the foot of the bed, directly in front of you, there is a stained, oak dresser that is about two meters wide, and there are only two doors in the room. One of them leads to the outside, but the other one, about two meters to the right of the dresser, leads to what could either be a closet or a bathroom. You get an uneasy feeling about the situation. Where am I? You wonder. Since you are all alone, you try to rack your brain, hoping to remember where you are and how you got there. The only thing you can remember, is going on a mid-summer road trip, with a friend that you’ve known for years. The two of you grew up in Ontario, Canada and went to the same college. You recall traveling through a heavily forested area in Manitoba when you were both caught in a sudden, intense rainstorm. The only other thing you remember is seeing a blinding flash of lightning, but everything after that is a total blank. Right beside you to your left, there is a small bedside table. Sitting on top of it, you find a clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it. Taking hold of it, you notice that the paper contains very personal information about you. There is an ID photo of you in the upper, right-hand corner. In the upper, left-hand corner, there is a line that says that your identification number is FC-05202018. Beneath the photo and your assigned number is everything else about you. What does the sheet say? This will be used for character creation. Include as much information as you like and I’ll fill in anything that gets left out. If any artists would like to create the character’s ID photo, then feel free to do so. This will give me an idea of their appearance, without you having to put all of the info in. General Info Name: Gender: Height: Hair style/color: Eye color: Body type: Age: Personal Info Personality: Interests/Hobbies: Fetishes/Kinks: Sexual Orientation: Breast size (if applicable): Butt size: Bladder size: Holding Ability: Extra Things Underwear appearance: Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): *** There will be more coming after creating a character. After 48 hours, if there is only one suggestion, that will be your character. If there are more, then the one I like the most will be your character while the second best may be used as the identity for your character's traveling companion on the road trip. This time frame can be extended upon request for any ID photos. Constructive criticism is welcome, if you have any. My goal will be to post a new part to this at least once a week, with 48 hours between each post available for making decisions for where the story will take us, so hopefully we'll have some fun on this adventure.
  5. Phentaiee

    Zone Pink

    I’m pretty sure I need to put a warning for this, so WARNING! There IS nudity here! There are also a few things I need to say before I start. There is not going to be any omo for a short while. I promise it will be here soon, but it’s not here yet. Also I made the first drawing a while before I made the second drawing. I was going to make them on the same day, but I forgot that I had 2 images rather than just one. You can tell there was a definite time gap between the two drawings An eighteen year old girl named Emily Omono was laying in the middle of a road, unconscious. She was not hit by a car. There are no working cars for miles. She had not passed out here after a night of drinking, as she didn’t really exist before this. At least, not here... Emily was in the middle of a simulated world called: “Zone Pink.” “Hello? Wake up already! This is the seventh time I’ve checked in on you!” A voice near to her called out. The voice was male, but not intimidating in the slightest. It wasn’t a high pitched voice, it was just… unthreatening. That’s the first thing Emily thought when she heard the voice. “Who- who are you?” She asked, waking up, very unaware of her surroundings. “You are not to know who I am! I am not your friend!” The voice called out. Emily looked around. She saw what looked like an abandoned city. She didn’t see anyone, but she did feel pretty cold. Why was she so cold? “I am not with you, I am just the announcer voice. You are in a deserted area. Nobody is here, but that’s good for you! While I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone seeing you like that… that’s the least of your concerns right now! There are monsters in this world. But the worst monsters of all, are the humans that inhabit it.” A quieter voice was heard saying: “Nice!” And a high five was clearly heard following it. Emily was wondering what he meant by that when she realized why she was cold. She was completely naked! Emily stood up and started frantically searching for clothes, or something to cover her up. “Your efforts are futile! There is no clothing here! Your best bet would be to search the desert to your left, but it’s enormous. You could never search the whole thing.” Emily noticed that she was on a city’s edge, and was bordering a desert. She also noticed that the sky was a pink grid. Emily started walking towards the desert, but was very slow, since she was trying to cover her privates. “Nobody is here, I am the only one who can see you, and I’ve seen enough of you while I was waiting for you to wake up. Shit, that sounded creepy! Wait! Why am I worried about being creepy? You should fear me!” The voice announced. “I’m not afraid of you at all!” Emily groaned, already annoyed with this guy. “Just tell me what to do to get out of here!” She asked. “The only way out of here is to die, and you won’t be returning home afterwards. Your body has been transported here, and it will remain here for the rest of eternity! Your job is to make do in an apocalyptic wasteland and survive as well as you can.” The voice said. Emily took her hands off of herself, and started briskly walking over to the desert. She was terrified on the inside, but wasn’t going to let this annoying voice get the satisfaction of scaring her. After a good twenty minutes of walking, Emily stopped caring about her dignity. She was losing hope of this being some “big prank”. She started to realize she was actually stranded in a desert, naked. Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a skeleton in the distance. She ran over to it, and found a rusty spear, and some boots. “Is… Is that it?!” She yelled in frustration. “That’s only a start! You’re lucky you found a weapon before something else found you! Also, you won’t get blisters now!” The voice said. “Wha!?! I forgot about you! Have you just been looking at me this whole time?!” Emily asked. “Yes, but I won’t be able to for much longer, the thing I’m using to contact you is running out of power and you're not interesting enough for me to waste money sending in a new one. If you have any questions, ask them now, because you won’t get any more.” The voice said. “Ok, what is this place?” Emily asked. “This is Zone Pink, a simulated nightmare!” The voice answered. “Wait, are there other zones? Like zone orange, or zone yellow?” Emily asked. “No. Zone Pink is the only zone, as far as you know.” The voice said. “As far as I know? Does that mean there are more and you don’t want to tell me?” Emily asked. “No! Zone Pink is the only zone! As far as you know…” The voice responded. “It sounds to me like the author of this story hasn’t decided whether he wants there to be other zones yet and has decided to make it cryptic so that he can decide later.” Emily exclaimed. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” The voice sighed. “Oh, also, you said this was simulated? Like a game?” Emily asked. “Yes I suppose you could say that.” The voice answered. “Ok, so if I were to put on these boots and they were to give me 2 defense, would that be 2 overall defense for my entire body or just 2 defense for my feet?” Emily asked. “Oh! That is actually a very good question! And the answer is…” What is the answer? A. The boots give her 2 defense, regardless of where she is hit. B. The shoes only protect her feet.
  6. Nineteen

    Cabin Individual

    "Oh my god! Nineteen isn't dead!" That's right! I am not deceased... I just lost my motivation to write for a pretty long while. I apologize if this story isn't as good as the other ones as I am shaking off the rust, but if you like it, I'd love it if you left a comment telling me so! Do you like my title? I named it like that because of the movie Cabin Boy that I heard of from Game Grumps and because this story is centered around a cabin, but I said "Individual" instead of "Boy" or "Girl" because, as usual, I've left the gender unclear so you can picture me however you like. So, now, without further ado, here is my story! ... I had been on break for a while before I went out to help my aging grandparents with upkeep at their cabin. They lived in a normal house, naturally, but the cabin functioned as their summer (and occasionally winter) home. It was rustic to the point of being slightly disgusting in some ways. For example, the shower was nothing but a bathtub with a shower-curtain draped around it that stuck to my chest and back side every time I climbed in and gave the sensation of being groped inappropriately. I avoided showering when I could. I had asked my grandparents if they needed my help when I went to visit them upon arriving home. I hadn’t managed to land a job for the summer, so I decided that helping them was the least I could do. They said they could use a spritely young body on board to help out with roof repairs and moving heavy things, then gave me an address to head for and a date that they would be departing. I left with every intention of going, so the night before they said they were leaving, I set my alarm for 8 A.M., fully expecting them to be early risers like I imagined many older people were. To my surprise and distress, I managed to sleep through my alarm completely and woke up nearly an hour late. I showered quickly, threw on clothes and rushed to my car. Their house was near my family’s, so I drove by before heading for the cabin to see if they were still there. They weren’t, and I cursed under my breath as I drove past their house and out of town. The cabin was a three hour drive, and I hoped that I would have time to catch up to them if I took minimal breaks and drove quickly. Now, the savvy reader may see where this is going- some stressed out college student pushes themself too hard and ends up having an accident for no reason- but what if I surprised you by telling you that my grandparents are actually very punctual and very judgemental of people who aren’t? Now what, smart guy/girl? Yes, my grandparents have always been strict about arriving in a timely manner, so I certainly didn’t push myself for no reason. I assumed they would be angry at me if I showed up after they did, so I was in a hurry to get there as soon as possible. The first hour of the drive was relatively uneventful. I drove five miles over the speed limit (I would’ve gone faster except I really don’t like to speed) and stopped to grab a green tea because I was feeling drowsy (I also don’t like coffee). I shifted in my seat on occasion, but for the most part, I was able to ignore my bladder and enjoy the music on the radio. It was only during the second hour that I really began to feel my bladder. As the first hour ended and the clock shifted from 10 to 11, I began to squirm a little. I had put on skinny jeans that morning instead of my favorite summertime, just-barely-too-short-to-be-decent shorts because, although it was quite warm out, I knew the cabin would be buggy and the less of my skin the pests could reach, the better. Now, though, I grimaced as the button of those skinny jeans pushed into my bladder. Maybe wearing them for the trip hadn’t been such a good idea. Even so, I was still confident I could make it to the cabin without incident… until the green tea hit me. At around 11:30 I finished off the bottle, and quite soon after, I began to feel the urine building far more quickly in my bladder. As the first wave of desperation hit, I squeezed my knees together more tightly, tightening my muscles against my growing desperation, but that was all I dared to do. I was on the highway by that point and I was all too aware of the kind of mistakes I could and would have if I didn’t give my full attention to the road. They had, after all, happened before. By the third hour, I dared to move around quite a bit. I could feel my bladder fighting against me, but there was nothing I could do about it. Near 12:15, I had my first leak. I still couldn’t take my eyes off the road or cross my legs, but I used one of my hands to grab my crotch and hold on for dear life. I tightened my jaw, locked my thighs around my hand and tried with everything I had to hold it back, but all of that still didn’t stop a few drops of pee from dampening my underwear. After I had regained control, I gingerly used the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel to unbutton my jeans. The relief only lasted a moment before the pressure set back in, but I was able to relax my legs as, without the added pressure of the button, I could hold back my urine with my kegel muscles alone. It only took another few minutes for the pressure to reach critical levels again. The GPS on my phone said I still had twenty minutes to go, as I had driven fast enough to shave off a few minutes of the three hour drive. With a toilet so close, I knew I couldn’t give up now. I hoped I was ahead of my grandparents so I could use the bathroom without them hearing the enormous amounts of pee coming out of me, but if I didn’t beat them there, the whole struggle would have been in vain, so it was really all or nothing. With renewed confidence in my ability to make it to the cabin with jeans unpeed, I returned my focus to the road… only to have another huge wave of desperation breach my bladder’s walls and wet my underwear again. It took me completely by surprise and, without a second to prepare, all I could do was stop it as quickly as possible. It took me nearly a second to reign it in, and, without looking, I already knew it had left a wet spot on my jeans. I cursed and, in a moment of despair, let tears blur my vision. I’m going to wet myself, I thought sadly. Then, looking at my phone again and seeing that I still only had a few minutes left, I steeled my resolve. No. I will not ruin my car seats like this! With determination in my heart, I unbuckled my seatbelt to spare myself as much unnecessary pressure as possible and squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could without crossing my legs. I was going to make it. I had to. With fifteen minutes to go, I was shifting desperately in my seat again, this time almost constantly. I had pulled onto a pretty empty road, so I wasn’t too worried about crashing into the cars in front of me. With ten minutes, I was shaking and positively bursting. I knew that, if I didn’t get there soon, I would pee myself right there in the car. I sped up a little. With five minutes left in the journey, I turned onto the dirt road that led to the cabin. This was where things really started to fall apart. The road was ill-maintained and covered in… can they be called potholes if they’re not in pavement? Whatever. The road was filled with dirt potholes and bumpy as can be. I was already on the verge of losing control, but one or two of the potholes were big enough to jolt the pee out of me. After a couple more leaks, I was ready to give up, but the cabin came into view just in time. I pulled into the driveway shaking in anticipation and desperation. I turned off the car and braced myself for the strain of climbing out. It took a lot of energy not to wet myself completely, but I made it out of the car with relatively little damage. Upon closer inspection, I had left a small wet spot on the seat, but that was the least of my concerns. I had beaten my grandparents to the cabin, and that made it worth the wait. I hobbled over to the cabin door and went to pull it open… but to my horror, the door was padlocked shut. Of course it’s locked! Did I really expect my grandparents to leave their cabin unlocked for any would-be thief to break into while they were hours away? Without moving, I did a quick search of the surrounding area, but if they had a spare key, I didn’t see it. I slid the welcome mat away from the door with my foot, but the only things under it were dirt and worms. I shuddered at the sight, which was all my body needed to expel a huge spurt of pee from my bladder. I was bent at the knees, so the pee dripped back and wet the underside of my butt. The warmth made me want to lose control, but I fought the urge to let go and regained my composure. I paced the clearing that the cabin was located in for a moment, trying desperately to think of something to do to relieve myself. On one side of the cabin was the dirt road that I had come down. It was mostly empty, but I didn’t want to risk it. On the other side of the cabin was a lake, and on every side of the lake were other cabins. I couldn’t pee there either. There wasn’t a single piece of hidden land in the entire place! And all the time, I ran the risk of my grandparents arriving just in time to see me lose control like a child. I looked around one last time. Behind me was outhouse I hadn’t noticed before. I groaned. Disgusting, I thought, but it’s my last shot. I could only hope that it was real and not just for looks like so many of the things at the cabin. I shuffled desperately over to it. It wasn’t padlocked, although there was a place where it could be. I turned the latch, but to my horror, it didn’t line up. The door had warped somehow, and the latch wouldn’t come undone. I danced on the spot, desperately trying to hold back the flood as I fiddled with the mechanism, but I knew it was too late. In one last ditch effort, I crouched low to the ground, still too embarrassed to pull my pants down but hoping to keep them as dry as possible. The pee came splashing out of me with no hesitation, soaking the front of my pants and parts of my butt, but thankfully not touching my legs. The urine hit the ground and was immediately soaked up by the dry, thirsty soil, but, eventually, it became too much even for that, and began to puddle at my feet. When my bladder was finally empty, I stood up, grimacing at the drips of urine still making their way down my legs. I took in the damage with a sigh before returning to my car and retrieving my bag. Finding somewhere I hoped nobody would see me, I changed out of my ruined jeans and into a torn pair as quickly as I could. My grandparents didn’t arrive for nearly an hour, and I passed the time trying to get the urine smell out of my jeans by dunking them in the lake, then leaving them out to dry on the roof of my car. When my grandparents finally pulled in the driveway, I lied about the wet jeans, saying I had gone out to the dock to get a good look at the water and fallen in, then headed straight for the bathroom, eager for the tender (if slightly creepy) embrace of the shower-curtain. ... That's my story! I really hope you liked it, but if you didn't, you're still welcome to leave any constructive criticism in the comments. I added a picture of the door-latch because, if you couldn't tell, I didn't really know how to describe it... but, anyway, thank you so much for reading and have a wonderful day!
  7. Hikewne

    The Twelve Fanatics

    Version 2.7.2

    5,231 downloads

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

    Free

  8. OmarashiLover1

    Mojikue v1.4 (full release)

    Version 1.4

    408 downloads

    Its finally here! The full release of Mojikue at last. It is untranslated obviously.

    Free

  9. McLovin1

    Desperate Teacher

    I had a teacher in elementary school who was squirming around on the verge of bursting. Another teacher had to watch the class while she went to the bathroom. The class was a portable btw. Another young teacher I had in high school always had to run to the bathroom before class. I always wished she didn't have enough time to dash to the bathroom, and end up seeing her desperate in class. She wore relatively short, tight dresses other teachers wouldn't wear. A male campus advisor missing his legs below his knees from a car accident was at my middle school, I overheard him saying he was about to explode. Unfortunately, i never saw a teacher wet herself. There are a couple teachers i've had that i wouldnt mind seeing pee themselves. Anyone else seen a desperate teacher?
  10. wetchris

    Shorts wetting

    Version 1.0.0

    77 downloads

    Recreating an accident I had stuck in traffic on holiday.

    Free

  11. Shorts wetting View File Recreating an accident I had stuck in traffic on holiday. Submitter wetchris Submitted 08/17/2018 Category Peeing  
  12. RedFish3000

    Alice's Desperate Saturday

    Hello everyone! Welcome to my first interactive story! This interactive story is a spin-off of a story a wrote some time ago: Alice's Desperate Schoolday, so you might want to check the story to meet the characters better, and see what my writing style is like. So, here's how this interactive story will work. The protagonist will be Alice. She has invited her friends Alex and Tommy to her house to spend the day. However, soon she realizes the toilet is broken. Alex and Tommy don't have any problem going outside, but Alice prefers to hold her pee. You will tell Alice what to do, and can talk to her as well. As for Alex and Tommy, you can't tell them what to do, but you can talk to them, and even see their thoughts if you want to. The only limit is no nudity, whether partial or total. Other than that, I think there's nothing else to say. Let's begin! It's saturday morning, Alice wakes up excited that Alex and Tommy will come to her house to spend the day with her. However, while she thinks of everything she has to do today, she feels a slight twinge in her bladder, reminding her that she needs to take her morning pee. "Well, I'd better go pee. I wouldn't like to end up like last time." She says to herself. However, when she goes to the bathroom, she realizes that her toilet isn't working at all. "Oh no!" she exclaims to herself. "What should I do now?"
  13. Years ago there were a small bunch of online communities that were focused on pee holding and desperation rather than on wetting, such as Katrina's Hold Your Bladder Forum, Holditin on minuteboard, and many groups on Experience Project, but all of this communities are dead, now. Where do the people from those boards migrated to?
  14. Sapphire3619

    Chasing Courtney

    OK, I promised that my next story would involve male-male comfort, but I lied. I'm sorry 😕 This was a request from granger Danger, so I thought I'd throw something together. I do have other ideas though, so I hope to get something else out before summer ends! *** Chase Richards flipped his head back, running his fingers through his thick, russet hair. It wasn’t so much a calculated move as a habit he’d developed after learning that his friends (peers? Cronies?) seemed to interpret the gesture in whatever way they thought best. It kept him from having to say too much. Chase wasn’t very good with words. Luckily for Chase, he didn’t often need words. He had the height, build, and looks that gave him a golden ticket to the good graces of others. Most teachers - and certainly most of his classmates – never pressed him on much of anything. Not schoolwork, not his behavior, and not whether he really deserved the level of popularity he enjoyed as a senior in high school. Chase didn’t think about his unearned popularity too much. At 18, he had a set of mannerisms that served him well – introspection wasn’t required. So when emotions or challenges presented themselves, he didn’t have a whole lot of practice reacting. And Chase’s reactions tended towards nastiness. It wasn’t that he was mean. He certainly didn’t intend to be mean. It was more that he’d never really gotten the hang of social humor or teasing, so when he tried to joke, it came out jerk. He didn’t mean it. He just…didn’t know what else to do. Like today. Chase really didn’t know what had gone wrong. Well, he did know, if he bothered to think about it. It was actually fairly straightforward, and it started and ended with Courtney Montell. Courtney was a junior – only a junior, Chase tried to remind himself – but she was captivating. She was confident and articulate, and Chase was entranced. Courtney was the student council treasurer, and with Homecoming approaching, she’d been spending a lot of time working with the senior class members of the council, including Chase’s friend Marco. Chase hadn’t thought twice about Marco. He was the student council president, so it was natural that Courtney would be around him a lot. He hadn’t thought about it much, but Chase had implicitly assumed that Courtney’s relationship with Marco was all business. Besides, Chase wasn’t one to consider the possibility that another guy could be with a girl he himself had already mentally claimed. So really, it was just that Chase had been caught off guard after lunch when he’d turned a corner in the hallway and seen Courtney kissing Marco. Chase’s jaw slackened and his head felt fuzzy, seeing the girl he liked making out with one of his best friends. Before Chase had time to process anything, Marco had broken off the kiss and turned down another hallway, winking at Courtney as he left. Courtney spun around, grinning to herself, and came face to face with a stunned Chase (who, it turned out, had been standing much closer to the couple than he’d realized). Courtney blinked once before composing herself. “Can I help you?” “If you’re gonna be kissing guys in hallways, I’ll take one.” Chase could feel the sneer creep onto his face but had no control over the curl of his lip. Courtney didn’t even bother to roll her eyes, further irritating Chase with her lack of response. She took a step forward, but he rammed his hand against the wall in front of her, blocking her with his arm. Still, Courtney didn’t flinch, though her heart rate sped up. No matter how much she believed that Chase was all bluster, being physically blocked by a 6’3”, 225-pound man was never going to be a comfortable situation. “Move, Chase.” Chase’s stomach fluttered. He knew the situation wasn’t going well, but he couldn’t stop himself. “Why? You weren’t in any hurry a minute ago,” he said, his voice dangerously approaching a growl. “That’s how time works, asshole,” Courtney snapped. Her eyes glittered with challenge, but she was trying to keep her voice from shaking. Chase barely heard her. He wanted Courtney, and somehow, in his socially underdeveloped mind, he was convinced that he could still have her, if she would just… “Come on, Court,” he rumbled, circling his other arm around her until she was backed up against the wall. “There’s no one here-“ “Stop!” Courtney shrieked, slapping Chase squarely across the cheek. “Mr. Richards! Miss Montell!” Mrs. Harker, the physics teacher, strode down from the other end of the hallway. “Back away from each other now!” she ordered. Chase took two giant steps backwards, his arms dropping limply by his sides. His cheek stung, but he barely felt it through the utter daze of the past minute. Courtney was fuming. “Mrs. Harker, he-“ “Detention for both of you,” Mrs. Harker interrupted sharply. “We have zero tolerance for physical violence at this school.” Courtney opened her mouth to argue, but Mrs. Harker cut her off. “I’m sorry, Miss Montell,” she said, more gently. “Detention is the consequence for violence, no matter what the context.” Mrs. Harker turned back to look at Chase. “3:15, both of you. Mr. Green will be supervising detention this afternoon in room 113. No excuses.” Glaring once more at Chase, Courtney strode away. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch period, and the hallway filled with students, none of whom had the slightest idea what had just happened. Which more or less covers all of the important events that led to the current situation – Chase Richards, instead of taking out his car keys to drive home, was sullenly dawdling in front of his locker, unconsciously delaying having to face Courtney again in detention. “Chase Richards!” Mr. Green, the new freshman English teacher and today’s detention supervisor, was the kind of first-year teacher who chose to be overly strict to counteract his youth and assert his authority over the students. “Room 113, now!” Chase pulled his backpack from his locker and slung it over his shoulder. “I’m just gonna-“ Mr. Green cut him off with a glare. “No, you’re not ‘just gonna’,” he said derisively. “You have detention, and you are subject to the same rules as everyone else.” The teacher glared at Chase, not quite achieving the level of command that he wanted. “No matter what most of the other teachers here might thing,” he added sharply. Chase’s eyebrows knit in bemusement. He knew Green was a hardass, but it was just detention, and it wasn’t like Chase was trying to get out of it – he just wanted to go to the bathroom. Chase always went to the bathroom right after school, before going out to his car. It was just another one of his habits. It wasn’t that he had to go really bad or anything, but being denied the access made him realize just how full his bladder was. All of these thoughts proceeded rather slowly through Chase’s head, and by the time it occurred to him to ask Mr. Green to use the restroom real quick, the teacher had already started walking down the hallway to the dedicated detention room. Chase took long strides to catch up, but by the time he did, Mr. Green had reached the door of Room 113. Chase followed him in and opened his mouth to ask for a quick trip to the bathroom but stopped short when he saw Courtney sitting in the desk closest to the door. Chase’s mouth snapped shut and his request died in his throat. He’d already screwed up with Courtney once today; he couldn’t bear to ask to us the restroom in front of her. Flustered and still full, Chase put his head down and slunk to the back of the room, taking the sat in the corner farthest from the door – and farthest from Courtney. The digital clocked flipped to 3:15 – apparently, no other students had been given detention that day. “No phones, no electronics,” ordered Mr. Green by way of a greeting. “You will be released at 4:15, not one second earlier. You don’t have to do homework if you don’t want to, but you may not talk.” Chase shifted in his seat. He’d never been given detention before. He supposed the rules made sense, but he really wasn’t sure he could wait for an hour, especially without his phone to distract him. Still, he managed for the first fifteen minutes. Sitting in the back of the room definitely helped – he didn’t have to worry about Courtney looking at him, and he could squirm a little to try to keep his bladder comfortable without having to worry about being seen. At 3:30, though, Chase heard the buzzing of a phone. To his surprise, Mr. Green picked up his phone off the desk and glanced at the screen. “Stay here,” Mr. Green ordered needlessly. He’d apparently determined that the call was worth taking and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. The instant the door clicked shut, Courtney whirled around, glaring at Chase. He twitched under the intensity of her gaze; he had only been looking in that direction because of Mr. Green, but now it looked like he’d been staring at Courtney. She didn’t seem to care about Chase looking at her, though. “This is your fault,” she hissed, keeping her voice quiet but bitter. Chase’s face went blank. He knew that his interaction with Courtney hadn’t gone well, but she seemed…really mad. “You’re disgusting,” Courtney continued, her voice venomous. “You think you can just take whatever you want and never have any consequences.” Chase tensed reflexively. People just didn’t yell at him like that… “It was a joke,” he insisted dumbly, his attempt at levity coming out decidedly petulant. Courtney scoffed. “No woman in the world thinks that shit is funny.” Chase got a funny feeling in his stomach, beyond the fullness of his bladder. It was weird hearing a high school student refer to herself as a woman, but as soon as she said it, it made sense. She was a woman, and Chase felt like a little kid in front of her. A little kid who had to pee. Courtney seemed to sense his quailing. “Are we still in kindergarten, Chase?” she mocked. “You don’t know how to act around girls that you like, so you’re mean to them to get their attention?” Chase flushed red so quickly, his face was like a buzzer on a game show, lighting up to signal Courtney’s correct answer. She felt her own skin warm in response – confronting unreciprocated affection was never enjoyable. “Honestly, Chase –“ She was no longer snapping, but her voice still wasn’t friendly. “- it’s the 21st century. You don’t get to treat people – women - like shit and expect them to just be OK with it.” Chase was keeping his head very deliberately down at this point, both in embarrassment and because he was trying to curl over the desk. He felt so full, he was having a hard time keeping himself from squirming. As much as he didn’t want to have this conversation with Courtney (it was more of a monologue than a conversation, anyway), he really didn’t want her looking at him when he had to pee. Not one to skillfully manage unpleasant emotions, Chase reflexively settled into anger. “I don’t,” he grumbled. Courtney’s eyebrows drew together, projecting more incredulity than she actually felt. “You can’t possibly have so little self-awareness,” she derided. “You really do have the social skills of a five-year-old.” Blushing even more deeply, Chase scowled down at the desk. Being called a child twice in quick succession made his plight all the more painful. He flicked his eyes up at the clock and almost whined. There were still 40 minutes left in detention, and the combination of his full bladder and Courtney’s accusations made that 4-minute barrier seem impossibly long. The sound of the door opening made Chase look up. “No talking,” snapped Mr. Green before ducking back out into the hallway, phone still at his ear. Courtney had turned forward as soon as the door opened, but she threw another glare back at Chase before returning to her homework. Chase nearly sighed in relief. The deliberate lack of squirming over the past few minutes had heightened his need, and he had to thrust a hand between his legs to ease the desperation. He writhed and gripped for a few seconds to make himself feel better. A quick glance up at Courtney showed that she was diligently bent over her homework, paying him no mind. Exhaling slowly, Chase released he hand. The immediacy of the last surge had abated, but his heart was still beating hard. For a second, he thought of getting up and going to the bathroom, but that idea didn’t last long. For one, Mr. Green would almost certainly yell at him as soon as he stepped in the hallway. And he didn’t want to give Courtney another reason to scorn him. He’d just have to wait it out. Just over a half hour now, and as long as Courtney wasn’t looking at him, he could shift and wriggle freely. For the next 15 minutes or so, Chase did just that. He even crossed his long legs, which he hated doing, but the relief was too good to pass up. Unfortunately, even that tactic didn’t help for long. Chase’s body had been well trained to use the bathroom after school and being made to wait an hour to release and entire day’s worth of urine wasn’t something he was prepared for. Forced to physically hold himself again, Chase’s breathing became shallow. Unconsciously, he started shifting arrhythmically, twitching back and forth and kneading his dick between his legs. “Shh!” A sharp hiss from Courtney caught Chase off guard, and he felt a hot spurt of pee soak into his underwear. He looked up anxiously just in time to see Courtney turning back to her homework, a disgusted look on her face. Chase bit his lip to keep from whining audibly. He was clutching himself to the point of pain, but the dampness against his skin was breaking down his already-weak defenses. He remained curled over the desktop, tensing seemingly every single muscle in his body, trying to keep himself from having an accident through brute force. He couldn’t move to look at the clock, which was probably a good thing, because the clock would’ve told him that there were still 10 minutes left. And Chase didn’t have 10 minutes. Chase didn’t have 10 seconds. A painful surge rippled through Chase’s lower body, and a strong stream burst out of him, soaking right through his boxers and into his jeans. Chase grunted unwillingly, but his muscles were worn out and ill-prepared for such consistent tensing. Futilely, Chase kept his hand between his legs, but it was all over. He was wetting himself. Time seemed to slow down and speed up simultaneously, and Chase, if he’d been able to think or feel at all, would’ve felt like he was in a dream. The sensation of peeing into his jeans, while sitting at a desk, in a classroom, was so utterly foreign that the entire situation felt surreal to the point of unbelievability. Chase’s chest heaved with uneven breaths. Piss pooled briefly on the desk seat under him before spilling onto the floor. In the front of the classroom, Courtney was distracted by the unfamiliar sound. She whipped around to demand silence from Chase once again, but her face quickly melted from irritation into disbelief. Courtney was a smart girl, but it took her several seconds to puzzle together the scene in front of her. The sound she heard was the trickling of liquid from the seat of the desk onto the tile floor. Chase’s large body was hunched over the small desk; his shoulders rose and fell with deep, shaky breaths. A puddle was growing still growing across the floor underneath him. There was only one explanation for what she was seeing, but Courtney’s mind refused to accept the obvious. There was no way a senior in high school could be having an accident at school. Chase still didn’t look up. For once, he was completely unaware of Courtney, even as she cautiously stood and walked toward the back of the room. “Chase?” Chase jerked slightly, indicating that he heard her, but he kept his head forcefully down, as if he was trying to bore a hole into his sternum with his chin. Torn between pity and skepticism, Courtney lowered herself into the desk diagonally in front of Chase. She looked down to make her she wasn’t stepping in his puddle – it was big, but not quite spread in her direction. She looked back up at the cowering 18-year-old. The tension had melted out of his body, signaling that his accident was finished, but now, he was slumped so severely in his desk, Courtney wondered how he stayed in the desk at all. “Chase…” she repeated, not really knowing what she was trying to make happen. Awkward with words under the best of circumstances, Chase was rendered completely mute. His face remained down, and a single tear dripped off his cheek onto the desk. His throat strained with the effort of holding back actual sobs. They stayed in silence for a few minutes, Courtney unwilling to speak and Chase unable. The sound of the door opening shocked Courtney into turning around. Mr. Green was still on the phone, but he distractedly waved into the room. “You can go.” Courtney attempted a weak smile, but Mr. Green had already left, having not seen or not cared what had happened in the back of the classroom. Exhaling deeply, Courtney looked back at Chase, but he hadn’t moved. She straightened her shoulders. “Come on, Chase.” No response. “Mr. Green is gone. No one will see you.” Nothing. Courtney pressed her lips together. “Chase, come on. You can’t stay here forever.” Chase shifted uncomfortably, but still didn’t look up. God, thought Courtney. He really was a child, and she didn’t have a whole lot of patience for man-children. “What’s your plan, then? Just gonna stay here until morning? Or until the janitor gets here to clean up after you?” The last comment was a bit harsh, but Courtney wasn’t here to mother the boy who’d put her in detention in the first place. Instead of getting defensive, though, Chase raised his head slowly. His eyes were glazed with tears, and his face was completely guileless. Having an accident as a senior in high school was an objectively vulnerable situation to begin with, but Chase’s face underscored just how exposed he was. Sighing, Courtney dropped her shoulders. Yes, Chase was a child – he was self-centered and lacked self-awareness – but he was also clueless and seemingly unable to take care of himself in tough situations. Courtney mentally cursed all of the adults who had let Chase reach the age of 18 with so few life skills. She made a quick series of mental decisions. Chase had already dropped his gaze again, nervous and ashamed. “Get up, Chase,” Courtney ordered. “Grab your backpack. We’re leaving.” Chase looked up again, blinking in confusion. “You can’t stay here, and I don’t want to,” Courtney explained (even though this wasn’t really something that should require an explanation) “Get your keys, go home, and change.” Chase shuddered. Courtney’s words had drawn him back to reality, just enough to remind him that he was, in fact, 18 years old, and couldn’t just sit and wait for someone to take care of him like an infant. Even though he’d just peed his pants like one. He still couldn’t bear to look at Courtney for very long, but Chase slowly unfolded himself out of the desk. His jeans hung heavy between his legs, and he paused for a second, staring reluctantly at the puddle beneath the desk. “The janitor will clean it up,” Courtney promised, her voice softer than it had been all afternoon. “No one will know it was you.” In the great crush of emotions from the past hour, Chase had now settled on being disgusted with himself. He scowled as he grabbed his backpack, still keeping his gaze averted from Courtney as he trudged to the front of the room. Courtney, supposing that movement was better than nothing, followed. At the door, Chase stuck his head out in the hallway, checking to make sure no one was around to see the obvious evidence of his accident. Seeing that the coast was clear, he took a deep breath and prepared to head out to his car. Before he took a step, he hesitated. “Thank you,” he mumbled back over his shoulder, his voice gruff and strained. He didn’t wait for Courtney’s response. He couldn’t stand her revulsion or her pity, though he knew he deserved both. Later tonight, perhaps, he’d have time to actually think about the terrible events of the day – the hallway, detention, and actually peeing on himself in front of the girl he liked - and the truth behind Courtney’s chastisement. But for now, he just had to get home and take a shower.
  15. View File Danipicas- Meli locks my pants and gets me desperate. As promised, Danipicas and her padlocked jeans. I'l be uploading the video that she mentions at the end later tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy Submitter Sam9 Submitted 08/09/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
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  17. noobishlord

    Been holding today...

    Normally when I'm in the mood to wet (or mess,) I simply get into what I want to do either in and do it. Sometimes I plan in advance when I want to do it, but most often it's spur of the moment. Today, for some reason, I wanted to do a hold, despite the fact that I wasn't going to be alone for much of the day. Outside of my normal wake-up pee, I haven't visited the toilet at all while still drinking my normal amount. It's a much different experience, so far, let me tell you, as I never really do holds. I've felt the urge to pee for a couple hours now, and I'm still going on. I know I want this to end in a wetting, but I still have a few hours before I'm alone, so I'm going to have to hold on a bit longer. While still drinking normally, I wonder just how big this urge is gonna get. I've even started to feel the need to poo, so I wonder if I'm gonna mess when I finally give in to the urges. Anyhoo, that's what I've been up to today. Should I let loose when I finally get alone or should I hold on past that? What do you all think?
  18. Transformation

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    ※warning※ This work(ver1.0) is not a complete version. · Event cut not mounted yet · Extra after clearing not yet mounted · More than half of BGM default · Some defects not resolved (cause identification difficult but not affecting progress) It is better to wait for the complete version if possible. For people in the English-speaking world, I plan to make a commentary movie.

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  19. Dimwitrolo

    Middle of the night.

    I wake up. It was just a dream. Thank god. I push myself up against my mattress and look around. Nothing. Well, nothing I can see. It's pitch black. What time is it? I pick my phone up off the bed and press the home button - the light almost blinds me. I recoil backwards. It takes me a good few seconds to let my eyes adjust to the light - but when they do I find out it's 3AM. Three in the morning. Of course. Why would I not wake up at three in the damn morning? Well. Could be worse. Could be 2. I take bearing of myself. That dream's still got me thrown off - I don't really know what's real right now. I look down at myself. The usual - good. My usual pasty white frame, under my favourite green PJs. The shorts have ridden quite far up my rear, but they're still my usual shorts. That does explain why I could feel that in my dream. Bloody squid... I sigh and lay back onto my bed, with a subtle *poof* as I hit the mattress. My phone goes off again and I'm left in the dark once more, with only me, my PJs, and my surprisingly full bladder. I really need to pee. Damn. I hate that. Waking up with a full bladder. And I mean FULL right now. I really need to pee. Super bad. I don't want to get out of my bed! It's nice and comfy and warm and nice and....really uncomfortable right now. Stupid bladder. Why can't you not be full? Still, I suppose I should be glad it is full right now. I've woke up with it empty before... It wasn't my fault though - I was dreaming, and there was a toilet, and it was so inviting and realistic...Look, it wasn't my fault! I sat down, and when I woke up, I'd discovered that the toilet wasn't quite so real as I'd thought it was. What was real though was the cold damp feeling all up my body. My shorts and shirt, clinging to me, all the way up to my neck. That was a huge puddle. I'd been sleeping on my front too, I was practically kissing my wet... Ew. I don't want to go into detail... I didn't know I could even hold that much - well, I suppose I couldn't. Which is why I was in a puddle with a very empty bladder. Man did my room mates tease me about that. Well, they still do. Tara in particular. I tried getting my own back a week later, by putting her hands in warm water. Turns out that doesn't work. At all. Instead of wetting herself as she slept, she woke up and threw the water at me, then joked that I'd managed to wet myself again. Twice in a week. "Ha ha Sophie, if you keep wetting yourself like this, we'll need to get you diapers" Ha ha, real funny Tara. I'll get her one day. It was a year ago though, so they don't tease me quite so much. Usually. T-that's enough digressing for now - my bladder's begging me to empty it. I have to go sooo bad! It feels like a rock down there - christ, I can practically see it bulging out of me. Or have I gained weight? I press down on the bulge to be sure - it's definitely my bladder. Why did I press it! I nearly peed! Well, I guess I better get out of bed. I toss the quilt off of me and kick my legs over the side of the bed. The cold comes as a shock to me, and I almost being peeing where I sit. Almost, but not quite. I look around again. I've gotten a little used to the dark now, and I can make out some things. L-like the man, standing over me, watching me - Oh. Nevermind. That's just my coat hanging on the wardrobe. A-heh. Hmm. This bed is warm. Outside of bed is not. I really don't want to get out of bed. But I gotta pee so bad! Well...I've already got a reputation in this house. I guess it wouldn't hurt if I lied back down and just...No. I'm not doing that - gross! Man, imagine being so lazy you wet yourself rather than getting up. Just sitting and letting it all in your clothes, too lazy to get up. Hot pee running down you, leaving a puddle. I guess you'd have to clean that up, so that'd be more work. At least it'd be warm - Gross! What am I thinking this for. I'm not just gonna pee myself. It would be easier thou- NO. No peeing, not in bed. I throw myself forward and my bare feet hit the carpet. I nearly stumble forward, but I catch my balance. Even my carpet feels cold on my feet, compared to my lovely warm bed. I fold my arms as I shiver - the cold is really not helping my cause right now, I gotta go soooo bad. I step forward cautiously, step by step, as I inch my way to the door. One of my hands falls out of it's folded position so I can hold myself - I don't think I can hold it any other way right now. One hand clenched between my legs, I reach for the doorknob. And I miss. I swipe at the door a couple times until my free hand catches the knob, which it then twists to the left. W-wrong way. I twist again to the left and pull my door open, only to be greeted by the empty corridor. I jump. T-that shouldn't have scared me. T-that dream has really got me on edge right now, I don't know what's around the corner, or what's waiting for me, or....I have to pee so bad. I can't even think straight right now. I bend at the knees and bob on the spot for a few seconds, trying to make it less painful. Poking my head through the doorway, I look down the corridor to either side. I can't see fucking anything. My eyes don't get used to the dark either, so I'm pretty much blind. I can't walk down there - someone might be hiding! I know! I'll get my phone. That has a torch, right? That'll shine my - No it doesn't. I dropped it last week, and now the torch is dead. I can still use the screen light though, right? Yeah. I stumble back toward my bed, where my phone is lying somewhere. Even in the dark, my bed looks so inviting. The covers are still warm, I can make out the rough imprint of my head in the pillow. I just want to climb back in - but I can feel my bladder begging me not to. It's almost pulling at me like a dog, 'Don't do it!' it shouts. 'Empty me first!'. I guess I'm not getting into bed. Now I just gotta find my phone. Why does my phone have to be white. The same colour as my sheets - I can't see it for love nor money. I pat around on the edge of my bed, but to no avail. All I can feel is my bladder pulsating inside me as it reaches it's limit, begging for release. I lean forward further over my bed, pressing down on my poor bladder. It feels like a boulder inside me, It's so hard to hold it right now....Hnnnn....Crap! I think... I can feel...aww crap. Yeah, that's definitely something wet down there...I leap forward onto my bed - face first into my phone. At least now I know where that is. Why did I get back on my bed. Now I want to sleep again - damp spot or not. It's so comfy...It's so soft, and warm, and cosy and...getting gradually quite cold. I can't sleep right now - I'm really on the edge here. I'm really about to burst, I have to pee, I'm about to wet myself, I really need to...Well, to start, I really need to get out of bed. But it's so cosy! Ouch! My bladder reminds me why I'm getting out of bed with a sharp pang. I've already got a tiny damp spot - this isn't the time to be goofing off. I push myself back up with my phone in one hand, and once I'm stood up again, my other hand firmly between my thighs. I'm practically crushing my fingers between my legs I've got them so clamped shut. I step forward again, with the dim glow from my phone illuminating my path. In the light I can see my bare legs move forward slightly each time, barely daring to move away from each other incase the slightest gap between them would make me burst like a balloon - something which I think might happen. This is such a strange feeling right now - I'm still half asleep, but I feel wide awake too. I have to pee so badly right now - I don't have time to think. One leg after the other, ankles brushing past with each step, I slowly make my way to the door of my room again. Each step is agony as my heel hits the ground, sending a shudder all the way up to my oh-so-full bladder. Each time I think I'm gonna burst, but without so much as a drip, I edge forward. Step. After. Step. The hallway greets me again, this time with the dim light of my phone to show me down it. All the doors are closed. Tara's room, Jess's room, and of course, the bathroom. I swear to god, if someone's in there... Every single time I wake up needing to pee like this, Tara's in there - and it's always Tara. Without fail. Like she's doing it on purpose. I think she might just like to see me hopping up and down when she opens the door, practically peeing on the spot as she calmly and happily waltzes out the shower. One day she's gonna make me have an accident - I just know it. Then the teasing goes up again. "Ha ha ha looks like you really do need diapers" What I really need is to pee. But in relation to the story, a second bathroom. Or a bucket. You know what, if I do wet myself because of her, I'm gonna get some on her. Like on her feet - I'm not gonna throw it at her, but I'll try to make a puddle so big she gets her feet wet. That'll show her. Wet foot Tara. T-that wouldn't work. But it's gonna happen one day, she'll take too long in the shower, and I'll end up going in my shorts, leaning on the door, shouting as I relieve myself against my will. Hell, that last part might be happening soon if I don't get going. I step toward the bathroom, carefully treading on the solid wood floor ahead. The cold hits me like a truck, and I almost lose control again. It's so cold! Why is it so cold! I should have put socks on or something - but I'm not going back now - I can barely even think about putting pressure on my bladder - leaning forward to put socks on - why, I'd pee on the spot. I wouldn't have my sock up to my ankle by the time I'd be sat in my own little lake. Guess I'm gonna have to put up with cold feet. Sorry, toes. From this point on, each step feels like a minor victory. Tearing my feet from the floor and lurching them forward is far more effort than I'd care to admit, and I'm practically moaning with each step. Each cold step on the floor sends more shudders into my bladder, which threatens to burst each and every time. This is agony. But I've come so far - no giving up now. I step forward again and - Eep! D-did you hear that? S-something downstairs? I try to ignore my bladder and I hop over to the banister of the stairs. I look straight down, one hand holding my phone over so I can see downwards. Nothing. But I hear it again. "W-who's down there?" I whimper, trying and failing to sound at all confident. Something quickly scampers downstairs, going silent for a moment. It's burglars. Or a fox. Or a monster - something's in this house - I have to find out.... My bladder begs me not to - but this is more important right now. I can feel it trying to squeeze itself, but I hold back and shuffle my way to the end of the stairs. I stare down them into the hallway. Nothing. Pitch black nothing. I slowly hobble my way downstairs, my bladder screaming at me for every inch I get further from our bathroom. By the time my feet thump onto the floor at the bottom I'm ready to - Hnng! Crap...ready for that I suppose. I shiver as something warm slides down my leg - I can only imagine what it is. N-not much mind you, but that's definitely a drip running down my left thigh...down to my ankle...and it splashes on the floor. One drip. I-I'm okay. Is there a wet patch? I dread to look, but it feels like there might be. I run my left foot over the single wet drop on the floor to hide it, smearing it over the wood. I can't wet myself now - not in the hallway - Not when there might be something in here.... I step forward again, lifting my foot away from the damp spot on the ground. Now that foot is even colder in one very specific part. This is hell...I'm cold, I'm scared, and I'm on the edge of peeing myself in the hallway like a little girl. I swallow, and step forward again, waving my phone's dim light in front of me, as if it might help. Another step, my foot gently slapping the wooden floor as it lands. I pad forward with my other foot, as if testing the waters. Of course the water is wood - and the only actual liquid I can feel is the massive ball of it inside me - and the tiny damp streak down my leg. A single cool breeze blows through the house, stinging on my wetter skin and nearly causing another lapse in strength - but I don't lose a drop. I don't think I do anyway, it's hard to tell. I'm not getting colder down south though, so I guess I did fine. I step forward again. This silence is deafening. My quivering breaths seem to sound all around the house - I can hear my shirt move as I quiver here - a mixture of fear and an absolute need to relieve myself. I know which is stronger right now, and it's begging me to go back upstairs to that toilet...Just the thought of the toilet is gonna have me burst on the spot. I can't wet myself though...I can't. I'm 25, not 2. I can make it. I step forward once more, now in arms reach of the kitchen door way. I can make out the table in the middle - the chairs around it...I can just about tell the difference between the oven and the cupboards, and the- Shit! S-Something moved! I-I-I I'm not kidding! I saw something! I'm fully alert now, and stood back on my toes, clutching my phone to my chest with one hand. My other hand is - well, you know where it is. It's practically merging into my belly at this point. I stand dead still for a moment. An agonising, long, moment. My bladder is practically bursting out of me, but I'm paralysed by fear - Don't laugh! You would be too! It's 3 in the morning, I'm in my PJs, and there's something in my house! A-and I'm wetting myself! D-damn, that last part was meant to be figurative - but right now I think I'm gonna....Gonna... Hnng! B-balls. I did it again - another drip has just splattered onto the floor beneath me. At least that surge of energy has me moving again - I've gone from back straight and on my toes, to bent over double, staring at the floor, with my feet pointed inwards. As soon as I can manage, I glance upward. Kitchen comes into view. Silent. Still. Silent. Still. Sil-WHAT WAS THAT. "Yeep!" I yeep as I throw myself back at the wall as something black and tiny and horrible strikes onto the table - something awful and... Oh for fuck's sake. He's not horrible - he's Tiddles, the house cat. From next door. The black cat from next door. What's he doing in our - W-why do I feel so warm now? Crap! I peed! Q-quite a bit too! I must have been too shocked to notice, but I let out a big spurt just then - there's drips on the floor beneath me and everything! My hand's soaked over, there's a big wet patch on my shorts...and I feel very silly. I step over to the table and grab the cat by the neck, running my hand down his back to stroke him. "You absolute bastard, you..." I whisper, as I run my hands over his body. He purrs, steps toward me and tries to push his head into mine. One of my hands falls back to it's position between my legs, while the other scritches tiddles behind the ears. "You made me do this." I whisper to him, pointing at my wet crotch. I wouldn't usually bring so much attention to that to most boys, but tiddles is different. On account of him being a small black cat. Tiddles hops off the table and wanders around back into the living room. I watch as he slunks out of view. And then I remember why I'm down here. Another sharp pang in my bladder has me bent over double once more, ass against the wall. I moan quite loudly, followed by me blushing quite redly. I can't believe I just moaned like that...What would my house mates think if they could hear me. "Gee Sophie, why did you go downstairs last night, were you getting yourself off in the kitchen or something?" At least that would be more adult that just pissing myself. In my PJs no less. These were the PJs I'd wet before - that time I had the dream about the toilet and wet the bed - that time that wasn't my fault. I can't wet them twice. Well, I can't wet them anymore...I hope. I also should shut that window - I guess that's how tiddles got in, that would- "EEP!" I stand on my tiptoes again, clutching my chest once more, and splashing a little yet again. I hear a quiet catty yelp before I see a slightly damp tiddles make a beeline for the window - diving out of it like something out of an action movie. "You...furry bastard! Look what you made me do!" I whisper-shout, slamming my hand back into my now-warm-again crotch. All this pee down here, I'm surprised I still even have to go. There's a puddle the size of a small ash-tray beneath me right now. And a smaller one forming - I can feel that one. I've stopped peeing, but my shorts have enough soaked in that they're dribbling down my leg. I can feel a tiny puddle forming beneath the toes of my right foot - at least it's warmer than the tiled floor. G-gross. Well. I guess now I know what the noise was. I better shut that window. Once more, I labour onward, though not quite so awkwardly as before. There's some relief to my bladder, now that I've gone and lost some of it's contents already. Probably about two-shot glasses worth, but right now all I want is a pint. To get out of me. And the rest of it, too. It's all I can think of right now. Oh god I have to pee so much. Stepping forward is easier now, but I know it's gonna get much harder. I know what my bladder's like - I've been caught a couple times like this - the first leak big enough to feel relief is the most dangerous point. Because my bladder wants more - and it wants it now. I've had times back at my parents house where I've ended up like this. First leak is always the moment where I know that I've got less than a minute - my bladder replaces that leak and then some. I can already feel it compensating for lost liquid... I lurch forward, using my free arm to push myself along the kitchen counter to the open window. My feet slap on the tiled floor as I move, thundering through the silence of the house. When I reach the counter below the window, I stretch myself forward and grab the window handle - but I don't really notice myself pull the window shut - instead I notice a hot burst in my shorts, followed by my second hand slamming into a hot, fresh stream. Then the sounds of the window falling shut, and the splashing of liquid on feet. D-dammit. I leaked again. I'm so far gone at this point, leaks aren't even annoying me. I just kind of expect them at this point. I'm not gonna make it back to the bathroom, am I? At this point, I'm better off cutting my losses and peeing into a bowl or something. There's got to be one in the sink, right? The sink is at the farthest point of the kitchen, with a table dividing the room in two. If you stand at the sink, you have to walk all the way around the table to get back out. That doesn't sound like much, but right now, it looks like a marathon. But I'm bursting. I have to make some quick choices. If I reach the sink, there might be a dirty bowl, or a cup, or...something. I can pee in that. If there's nothing....then I'm fucked. I'm too short to hike myself onto the sink, and even if I wasn't, I'd wake everyone up as I crash into it. There's a sight for the room-mates, me pissing into a sink while moaning like I've just had the single best orgasm of my life - piss splashing and hissing as it sprays onto the metal surface of the sink. My legs hanging over the edge. And then me needing someone to help me back out. Not happening. On the other hand, I might make it to the bathroom if I leave now. But then I might not. I'm gonna risk it. Without looking up, I shove one hand between my damp thighs, and cling to the side with the other. Staring at the floor and bent over double, I drag myself toward the sink. As the cold metal of the draining rack catches my hand, I look up into the sink. An empty basin greets me. Fuck. The dishwasher's next to me at least, if there's something dirty in there, I can pee in that, and put it back... I yank it open, only to be greeted by the rare sight of it being full of clean crockery. The ONE TIME Tara decides it's her turn to do the dishes...why couldn't she have left it off! Like she usually does! I swear, she does this on purpose, it's like sh- FFffffffffff-FUCK! It happened again - I spurted. I fucking spurted again. A splash on the floor behind me, and a hot burst around my backside - it's undeniable. That was a spurt. I'm inches away from having a complete accident in my PJs. That spurt's taken a lot out of me - I stand on the spot, breathing heavily as I try to catch my breath. Each breath into my body presses down onto my poor, poor bladder. I know I feel a couple more drips make their way into my shorts as I breath in - at least two....make that three. This is it. I've lost. I'm wetting myself. I'm...I'm 25, and I'm wetting myself in the kitchen like a dumb....kid. Ffuck... No. No. Not happening. Not now, not happening. I wipe a single frustrated tear from my face with the wrong hand - now my face is wetter. No time for that though - I can wash it later - right now, I've gotta go. I NEED to move. My legs don't wait for me to tell them - they just move, as best they can. By which I mean they shuffle forward, clinging together like magnets. Quite wet magnets. My feet slap on the floor with every step, though now the slaps sound slightly wet. Which is disheartening to say the least. I try to get a glance behind me, and I catch a couple of wet foot prints on the floor, amongst a significant number of drops. My body-twist forces out another few drips - mostly splashing the ground, though one scores a direct hit on my ankle. I hear myself whimper again. "Come on. Not now." Good. Now I'm talking to myself too. This is going well. I stumble forward further, making it to the hallway before I'm caught by another desperate wave. My body tenses, and so does my bladder. But so do my fingers - the real heroes of the day. A single drip manages to make it out through my valiant defense, and it dribbles down my left thigh silently. Uwaaaa! It ran over my kneepit... Come on. Not long. I lurch my way forward to the steps again, with more effort than ever before. The cold seat of my shorts is now motivating me - I want to make at least half the steps before it goes warm again. God, look at me - I'm not even bargaining to make it any more, just to make it partially. 'If I can just reach the bathroom before I wet myself'. No. I'm making it to the toilet. I WILL Make it. I have to make it. The steps loom over me like a mountain. I've never been mountaineering, but I'm sure I'm getting the experience right now. The steps ahead might as well be snow-capped for all it's worth right now. That wouldn't be so cold as this damn floor though. Up I go. The first step is agony, and it doesn't end well. I've barely planted my foot down before I hear familiar dripping of liquid on wood, and feel a familiar heat of fabric. I don't try to stop myself though - that's a losing game - I charge up the stairs. I stop trying to hold back, and instead I throw my feet upward, two stairs at a time, doing my best to ignore the sudden burst of heat running into my shorts. Doing my best to ignore the obvious trail of damp carpet beneath me - it's not massive, but it's obvious. Like I've spilled tea up the stairs, but instead of tea, it's....Well, we both know exactly what hot liquid it is - not something I want to drink for sure. I don't stop myself running until I hit the wall of the landing upstairs, by which point my shorts are very wet, very warm, and very much dripping. I force my bladder shut. Ahem. I force my bladder sh- Why isn't it stopping. I try and I try, but I can't halt the stream - I'm leaning against the wall, both hands pulling myself up so hard I might lift off the floor, but there's a trickle that WON'T STOP. I'm past the point of stopping now. I have to be. I can't make it any more. I'm wetting myself. I push my hand to the left and throw the bathroom door open. It swings open, and the toilet greets me from across the room. Such a sight for sore eyes right now - finally I can... S-stop! S-STOP! I can't! My bladder's lost it - I can't hold back. I've got one hand pressing into me as best it can, but pee is being split into my palm like it's nothing. It's running through my fingers, it's running down my shorts - it's splashing against the floor, over my feet, onto the carpet! And I can't stop it! I'm completely peeing now! There's no stopping it - my bladder is out of control and emptying itself into my hand. Into my shorts, into my hallway. Hot liquid streams down both my legs, wrapping around my thighs and my calves, wrapping around my ankles and streaming between my toes. The carpet beneath me is getting sodden and hot as I stand here, urinating into it. But I can't stop it! No matter how hard I try! Time for plan Z - make it to the toilet. At least I can keep the floor dry if I - I can't move. FUCK!. I'm putting too much effort into stopping the flow - ceaseless though it is. I stare at the toilet from my rapidly growing hot wet podium, and it almost stares back, as if to tease me. Fuck it. No more holding. My hand falls from the stream beneath it, and I stop trying to hold. My hand flicks warm pee forward as it moves, and as I give up on holding my stream bursts into a spray, complete with a thunderous hiss. The shock of it almost stops me, and it certainly leaves me moaning like I'm doing something that usually involves another person. Either way, I'm sure I've woke up at least one house mate. As the shock fades, I realise what I'm doing - and what I'm doing is peeing at full force. Into my Pjs. I can do this. I take a deep breath - still peeing as I do - and consider my plan. I'm gonna dive forwad into the bathroom. I'm gonna throw myself into the shower, and I'm going to wet myself. I am going to quite deliberately wet myself into the shower. I'm already wetting myself - I'm way too into this right now to stop. I can't - I've tried. I might as well wet myself somewhere that won't ruin the carpet. I don't want to get pee all over the toilet seat, and the sink is out of the question. It's now or never. I take one more deep breath, I continue to wet myself, and I charge forward. My feet slap on the tiled floor, throwing dribbles of pee from my soaked shorts around me as I do. I try to ignore it. Another step forward, and another, and one more, and then I throw my body at the shower. It slams against the walls, spraying droplets of pee from my shorts onto the tiled wall - but I've finally made it somewhere safe. I've made it. I'm wetting myself. But I've made it. I bend over again, ass against the wall, peeing loudly into my PJs, holding onto my knees for support. My PJs glisten in the dim light, and pee pours from the leg-holes. Pee crashes down the wall behind me, pee streaks down my legs, pee pours onto the base of the shower, pee...Pee. I take in one more deep breath and sigh. I've never felt so glad to be wetting myself. The relief finally hits me and I moan again, leaning back against the wall and closing my legs together, letting the pee run between them - it's so warm... This feels so strange... I've gone from trying so hard to stop, to letting it happen... Pee's gone from feeling gross and bad, to so nice and warm...I love the feeling as it pours into my shorts - I love the heat of my damp shorts clinging to me. I love the warmth as more pee runs over my legs and pools around my bare feet. I love the warm puddle I'm standing in. I even love the look - yellow streaks down my pale legs, a yellow puddle around my feet and draining into the shower drain. I let my head fall back against the wall and sigh again, though it turns into something of a giggle. My. God. This. Feels. So. Good! Hahh..Hahhh...I can't believe this. I'm wetting myself. I really am. Did I mention that? Because I'm really, actually wetting myself. I'm peeing my pants, I'm soiling my shorts, I'm having an accident, I'm...loving every moment. I never knew relief could feel this good.... Haaaahhhh..... After what must have been a solid minute, it stops. The hiss stops first, shortly followed by the tickling stream on my thighs, followed by the constant heating feeling around my ass. The fabric begins to cool. The dripping stops, and the streaks down my legs slow down until they're just the wet streaks left behind, glistening. The puddle at my feet shrinks, and shrinks....and it's gone. It's just me, alone, in the shower, in my wet shorts. I giggle. I know, it's silly, but right now I feel amazing. I pee'd so much, I had to go so bad - and now, I don'! Isn't that amazing!? It sure feels it...wowww.... I sigh, and I let myself slide down onto my backside. I kick a couple of shampoo bottles out the way as I slide to the floor. The seat of my shorts is soaked and cold. The front of my shorts are the same. The floor of the shower is slightly yellowed as remnants of my accident still sit there, waiting to be rinsed away. I look down at myself and giggle again. I look up. I take a deep breath. I've gotta clean all that mess up. All the puddles downstairs, the wet carpet at the top of the stairs...the wet floor in here. And then my wet PJs too. At least this time I didn't wet the bed. I push my hands down on the floor and- "Soph?" I freeze. The light comes on. "What are...." Tara begins, before she cuts herself off with laughter. "W-wow!" "D-did....did you see that?" "All of it." She answers with a smirk. "From the second you hit the top of the stairs." "F......fuck." "Yeah, 'fuck'." She smiles at me, carefully stepping toward me to avoid the tiny puddles across the floor. She squats down in front of me, forgetting that she's wearing a night-dress. I can see straight into her striped underwear. I can't help but glance - not in a lewd way - I just can't help it. She notices and smirks at me though. "See something you like?" She asks. I ignore her. "You...you won't tell anyone, w-will you?" I mutter. "Hmm...Should I tell everyone I caught you masturbating in the shower? Covered in pee?" "W-what, I wasn't doing that!" "Oh, you liar!" She says. "I heard you moaning - you loved every second!" She says, leaning in toward me. I can feel her breath on my chin now - she's inches away. I can't pull my head back - it's already pressed to the wall. "I...I wasn't...I swear...." "Sure. Sure you weren't." She says, smiling at me, and putting a hand on my thigh, just below my shorts. "P-please don't say anything..." I ask, politely. "Hmm..." She says, thinking. "What do I get in return?" TO BE CONTINUED
  20. How many people have fantasized or have personally experienced being desperate when enjoying the great outdoors? I have always dreamed of spending a trip/vacation with someone hiking or camping while being completely and utterly desperate with one another. It is a dream that one day I will hopefully makea reality...but in the meantime what are some of your experiences? Was it planned? Were you by yourself or with multiple people? How did you get desperate in the first place? I would love to hear from both men and women so feel free to leave your responses below 🙂
  21. Dimwitrolo

    Scarlett Wetting Capris

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Scarlett just couldn't hold it! Now it's running all down her legs, and over her hands and making a puddle and... Ah well - At least now she's not bursting to pee.
  22. I wanted to try my hand at creating a little interactive story for fun, but I didn't want to use original characters for my first time so I thought the PpG would be a pretty decent choice. Aged up to young adults of course. If anyone is interested, here goes: The Powerpuff Girls are freshmen at the same college you attend. They're already very influential members of the campus with Buttercup dominating in every sport she tries, Bubbles a favorite in her Drama and Arts activities, and Blossom a very talented member of the Dance team as well as holding the top spot on the Dean's List for her perfect marks in academics. Not to mention you see them on the news all the time flying around, kicking the crap out of monsters or bad guys, and saving the town. You can barely believe it yourself, but you've actually gathered up the courage to ask one them out. Who would you like to ask? Buttercup Competitive, spontaneous, and prideful. This girl is out to have the best time possible whether you’re on board for her shenanigans or not. Make sure to keep her entertained or she very well may drop the date then and there. She's up for just about anything except for places that are too 'stuffy' or 'fancy.' BC is not the least bit bashful about letting you know she has to piss, but she can hold on for quite a while and if she’s having a really good time with you she might even put it off. Blossom Very proactive and likes to have a set sequence of events for dates. Her perfectionist nature leads her to become rather nervous and uncomfortable if things aren’t going to plan, but if she’s comfortable with you she can be energetic and more open to change. She prefers simple and traditional dates, but play your cards right and she will still enjoy going somewhere outside her comfort zone. Convincing her to put off her scheduled bathroom breaks won’t be easy. You might have a chance if she really likes you, otherwise you'd better be ready to outsmart her or just depend on fate to be on your side. Bubbles Sweet, accommodating, and excitable. She prefers to go out to venues with many different activities to choose from, but she’ll be just as happy anywhere as long as she’s in good company. She is shy when it comes to bathroom needs and would prefer to subtly hint or just sneak off somewhere rather than bring it up.
  23. View File DaniPicas, Meli kitten desperate fingering till they both explode Full nudity Dani picas and Meli kitten both lay on a sofa with full bladders and begin to finger each other until they both cant take it anymore and gush pee all over the place. If there are any problem, or i break any rules in uploading this, feel free to remove them Enjoy! Submitter Sam9 Submitted 08/13/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
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    Well these Japanese ladies need to pee and apparently don't want to squat. Standing pee fun with lots of splashes and drips. Enjoy, Rach

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  25. View File JAV - F41-02 - Fancy Standing Public Peeing Well these Japanese ladies need to pee and apparently don't want to squat. Standing pee fun with lots of splashes and drips. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/15/2018 Category Peeing