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  1. I am sharing this again as I work on the next book. I plan on getting this made into an ebook so welcome any constructive comments and hope you enjoy reading this again to refresh yourself of the story. I’ll add a chapter a night as I write the next chapters up. Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was much more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 and a half hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself: he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help because for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger first. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breathe he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could really do with that.
  2. Hey guys my name is Lara Croft, I’m a famous adventurer and explorer. Now I’ll be telling you the side of the story you don’t get to see usually. These stories will portray my naughty side that I like to hide away and I think it’s time to let it out. Two years ago I found this tomb that claims it has the key to Atlantis, yes the lost city of Atlantis. When I walked inside I could feel the cave getting hotter, I was sweating so much and after stopping to breathe. I accidentally leaned back and broke the wall and it revealed to be a pool of lava, no wonder why it was so hot. I continued on, but it was no use the heat of lava made me not concentrate properly as I almost fell down a cliff, so what I did was I stripped completely nude and it helped so much. I felt so much better, I could concentrate better on the objective and after walking on the edge of the cliff I really had to spend a penny (this usually happens when I over hydrate myself). I’ve never been a fan of tinkling in ancient tombs and that’s the reason why I love wearing nappies and I wear them because I’ve got such a weak bladder. Now this hasn’t been a good friend to me because usually when I have to hide somewhere my stupid bladder likes to empty there and I cannot forget the time when I had to crap so badly and I fart giving away my position and the I shat myself tied up. So I soldiered on, I walked past countless traps and booby traps, I could feel it growing and I could feel how desperate I needed to powder my nose. In a few seconds I made it to the main room where the key was stored, as I walked slowly towards it a wave of desperation struck me, I knew I wouldn’t make it and there is no way I’m putting my nappy back on because I was intrigued for some reason to pee in an ancient tomb for the second time. You’ll probably be wondering what happened the first time, well what really happened was... On my first expedition I drank too much water that I really, really had to go and then couldn’t hold it in any longer and I wet my cargo pants. So I grabbed the key and nothing happened after taking it and I definitely could not bare it anymore, so I bend down and popped a squat and weed in seconds. Also something you should know about me is that this is my fetish, I love to purposely hold it in longer and I extremely love it when I can’t hold anymore back. Then all I remember afterwards is hearing a big WHACK! and then waking up in a camp, I knocked unconscious and I woke up in bondages and I didn’t finish emptying my bladder! I was fidgeting so much as I could even squeeze my bladder (a trick I find helps hold it in better) because of chains that covers my naked exposed pussy and there’s no way of taking it off by just yourself. I guy came in shortly after that and already peeked inside my bag as he started name calling me “diaper girl”, now these guys know my secrets. Now I see this guy looks up at me and I can spot a boner, I then seduce him to come closer and force him to take off the chains, but he didn’t want to and I got so fed up with him. But then I hear a dripping noise and I realised that I’m weeing, he then take it off for me then and then I realised that he is wearing a mask and he takes it off and it’s my good friend Jonah, who is usually my hero when I’m a damsel in distress. To Be Continued...
  3. Tearful Theresa Theresa sat watching the Prime Minister expectantly. Seven long weeks without kissing her grandchildren, seven weeks without playing with them, pushing them on the garden swing, making them lunch and reading them stories was taking a huge emotional toll. Prior to the national lockdown she saw them daily, four days of which she had them both from 8am until 6pm to let their mum and dad work. Even on the days when either their dad or mum were off she still regularly took them to nursery, collected them or had them over for tea. They filled a hole in her heart that had been there since her own children flew the nest and gave her a reason to live. Bella and Bailey were everything to Theresa and at 18 months and 4 years old their toys, high chair, car seats, clothes, books and nappies were in every drawer, cupboard and room in the house, exactly as Theresa loved it. Theresa hung on Boris’s every word praying for hope, praying for a way to touch and hug those babies again. Every day without seeing them or being with them was breaking her and Theresa didn’t know how much longer she could go on. Yes she phoned them daily, video called them before bed and arranged small gifts to be delivered but it wasn’t the same as hugging them and the fact they only lived 2 miles away seemed to make the whole thing 100 times worse. At just 55 Theresa was so glad to have no major health issues nor be old enough to be forced to self isolate to avoid Coronavirus but, she as a law abiding citizen, regardless how much she loved her family, she knew that lockdown was needed. Still she cried herself to sleep every night missing her family like never before. Derek understood though he was still working driving lorries delivering essential food and taking every precaution possible to avoid bringing the virus to himself or his wife, even to the point of stripping off as he came in the door, much the amusement of his wife of 33 years. “From this coming Wednesday a few of the tight restrictions we have all been living with will now be eased. If you can not work from home you may return to work. You can now exercise outside an unlimited amount of times. You no longer need to exercise close to home and you may now drive to exercise...” Boris spoke on the TV. “Right ok. But can I see my babies Boris? Come on...” “We must all keep social distance at all times...” “Oh....I guess that’s it then. Here I was thinking he’d soften being a new father again Derek. I’m heartbroken...” “Let him finish woman! He might say more. Listen...” “You can now play sport outside..though only with your own family...those you live with. You may meet one member of another household outside...observing social distance at all times...you must not go into their house. You must remain outside, two metres apart at all times, in a park or outside space...and if the infection rate increases these changes will have to be looked at again. Stay alert, beat the virus, protect the NHS’ “What? Did I just hear him right? Did you hear that Derek? Did he say I can see Bella and Bailey?” Before Derek even had a chance to reply the phone was ringing. Theresa answered it with tears in her eyes knowing already who it would be. “Mum! You can see them! You can see me! Just two more days mum! Oh wait until I tell Bella tomorrow! Oh mum she’ll cry! I just know she will. Right...where and what time? Wait a second and I’ll check the weather..brilliant mum it’s to be sunny! Oh mum are you ok?” Theresa could barely speak. The very thought of just seeing her daughter, her son in law and her grandchildren in person again after almost two months of isolation from them was overwhelming. “I’m here darling. Oh Tammy! Oh Tammy! Wednesday can’t come quickly enough.” “Right mum. What about 11am before Bailey takes his nap? The children’s park is still locked and I don’t want the kids to see it but what about the river walkway down by Hyde street? You know the bench there? I’ll meet you at 11 and we can social distance and you can see the kids. It won’t be easy mum. Bailey will just want to toddle right to you as he always does and Bella will run and jump on your knee. I’ll put the reigns on Bella. She’ll hate it but it’s the only way and I’ll put Bailey in the buggy. Oh mum we can do this can’t we? We can meet and not hug? We’ll be ok won’t we? “We’ll be great sweetheart. I promise. You’re dad’s just made me a coffee! I think he reckons I need something to calm me down. I’ll video call in the morning ok. Give Jason my love and kiss those babies for me even If they are sleeping please!” “I will mum. Love you. Goodnight.” “Night sweetheart. I love you!” Theresa sipped at her coffee, exactly as she liked it and smiled at Derek. He winked back and said reassuringly, “See I told you you’d see them soon didn’t I?” “You did love. You certainly did.” ——— Wednesday morning Theresa woke alone as Derek had left early for work. She had some toast and a mug of tea and had a shower then chose her clothes carefully. Bailey loved snuggling into her fluffy fleece cardigan, it even smelt like him still but Bella loved her ‘grandma blouse’ which had a top pocket just like grandpas! Theresa smiled to herself as she put the blouse on with her loose skirt and tights and favourite flat shoes. It was a good half hour walk to Hyde Street but the fresh air would be good for her. Theresa found her favourite hand bag and filled it with treats for the children, a teddy for Bella and a ball for Bailey. Just time for a coffee and then she would leave. Theresa grabbed the cardigan that Bailey loved before heading out the door. It was sunny but a light breeze meant the cardigan would come in handy. Theresa looked out for her daughter and grandchildren as she approached their town but unable to see them she made her way to the bench and sat at one end. She so wanted to walk the ten minutes to Tammy’s but it would only take a neighbour to see and report her and Theresa shuddered at the very thought. Sitting alone by the river Theresa watched a lone duck in the water as a breeze blow her hair over her eyes. She clipped it back and pulled her cardigan closed. Maybe it was the cool air or sitting opposite the river or maybe it was the walk...but Theresa suddenly needed the toilet so she crossed her legs in the hope it would go away. As she waited for Tammy and the kids she thought about where might be open nearby that she could call in at on the walk home, assuming she might need to. Ideally she’d hold off until back home as she usually did when needing when out. Before she’d even thought where might be open Theresa heard that beautiful and special voice of Bella calling... “Grandma! Grandma...” Instinctively Theresa held her hands out to her firstborn grandchild then tears came quickly as she realised the reality of social distancing still. Before Bella could reach her she lifted out her favourite teddy from Grandma’s house and laid it on the other arm of the beach. It was hard not touching the children but after time the children and adults adapted and Theresa loved watching them and photographing them as they both investigated the river and played with the ball.Theresa needed the toilet but there was no way she was leaving her precious family having waited for this time for so long. As she watched the children she crossed and uncrossed her legs and shifted now and again on the bench. Tammy noticed and asked if she was cold but there was no way Theresa would admit her predicament to anyone, let alone her daughter. It wasn’t until Bailey became fussy that Tammy checked her watch and said she had better get the kids back home for lunch and Bailey’s nap. Torn between her now strong need for a toilet and not wanting to part from her family, Theresa could just nod as Tammy strapped the toddler in the buggy and called her daughter over. “We’ll video later mum. It won’t be much longer until it’ll be over. We’ll all be ok. I promise.” Theresa felt comforted by her daughters words but quite uncomfortable by the fact her bladder was feeling very full. She toyed with suggesting she come back with Tammy, knowing her house was less than ten minutes away but knew Tammy couldn’t agree even if she wanted. She waved tearfully as her family walked away, bouncing a knee now they were out of sight. ‘Oh I need a toilet’ she muttered quietly as she put her handbag over her head and shoulders and stood up. The very motion of standing having sat down for almost an hour send a wave of pressure through Theresa’s body. Half an hours walk home seemed out of reach all of a sudden as Theresa thought quickly about what her options were. She started walking as she decided she’d do her best to get home and go there. She’d just need to walk quickly! A few minutes later and Theresa had to pause to cross a road. The pressure between her legs was strong and she struggled to remain still. ‘Hurry up green man. Come on’ she voiced to herself, eager to keep moving as she felt in more and more need. She walked briskly, avoiding others as best as she could, her mind racing in her growing need to get home very quickly. Each subsequent road became a more difficult experience as by now Theresa could think of nothing more than getting home and peeing. Then she heard her name and looked across at someone waving to her. ‘Hi Theresa! You out for your exercise? Lovely day for it isn’t it.’ Theresa hated being anti social but she HAD to get home. She was bursting for the toilet now and every minute counted. She smiled and waved hoping this would be enough. ‘How’s Derek doing? We’re clapping for the likes of him every Thursday night you know!’ ‘Doing great! Sorry I can’t stop. Maybe see you soon! Stay safe!’ Theresa bit her lip as she briskly walked on. Her bladder ached. She pressed her thighs tightly together as she walked, hearing the nylon rubbing together and hoping she wasn’t making a huge hole in the tights. She wasn’t sure she would make it on time as her heart thumped with the stress of holding on. Just ten more minutes... At the end of the last street before her own Theresa paused for a second. There was a lane to Tesco and she hesitated as she wondered wether to keep trying for home or risk the toilets at Tesco. She needed oh so badly that she could hardly think now. What if there was a queue at Tesco? But what if she couldn’t make it home? Struggling to remain composed and aching to hold herself between her legs she edged down the path, lined on both sides by hedges of gardens. Quickly checking no-one could see she pressed a hand at the top of her thigh and bent forward in so much need. Embarrassed and emotional she stopped quickly and composed herself again as she walked sharply down the lane a little more and looked longingly at the store entrance. Was that a line of people waiting? She wasn’t sure. She pushed a leg up behind her as a strong urge rushed through her body. ‘Oh yikes. I need to go!’ she murmured sweating. Having another quick squeeze she took a few more steps before realising it was definitely a queue and she would in fact be quicker going home. Yet somehow frozen to the spot she concentrated so hard to squeeze her muscles closed and stay dry until she got home. She was frantic for the bathroom by now having been bursting for almost an hour and a half. Her bladder so full and aching and her thighs tightly squeezing with every move. In her younger days she might have risked letting a little go in the lane but she knew in her slightly older years that this would be fatal and she wouldn’t be able to stop. Determined to try and get home dry she walked quicker than before as she power walked back down the lane and onto the Main Street that ied to her own street. Seeing a couple walking a dog she put her head down and avoided eye contact as she marched quickly last them. Almost home she could feel dribbles escaping and a warmth tickling her between her underwear that teased and mocked her as she held on hard. ‘Almost there’ she cheered herself on as she finally turned into her home street. Opening her gate the thought of getting release from the pressure was almost too much for Theresa. She pushed her hand on the gate and marched on the spot revealing her severe predicament to anyone who could see. Every step down her path tortured her mind and bladder further as those few steps felt like miles upon miles. Standing at her own front door, her little porch with handing baskets and a gnome saying ‘welcome’ making her feel relaxed and relieved she dug in her handbag furiously for her key. Unable to control herself her found her other hand instinctively grabbing between her legs in a last ditch effort to hold on. ‘Come on Theresa. You’ve got this far...’ Finding the key finally Theresa pushed it into the lock and turned it as her handbag began vibrating as her mobile rang. ‘Not now...please not now...’ Theresa pushed the door open and stepped in, pulling the key out one handed and wishing her phone out with the other. She looked at the screen and saw Tammy’s name. Despite an agonising urgent need to pee Theresa couldn’t nit answer from her only daughter. What if something had happened to those babies of hers? ‘Hi’ ‘Hi mum! You sound out of breath. Are you ok?’ ‘Yes love. Just stepping inside the front door. You all ok?...actually Tammy can I call you back in a few minutes love...’ ‘I was just worried mum. You looked so stressed today. I’m worried about you.’ ‘I’m fine love. Honestly. Can I call you back love? I just need to...’ With the front door still wide open Theresa could feel tears welling up again. She was dripping again. She could feel it. Her pants were warm and damp and she was so incredibly desperate for the toilet. But something stopped her from telling her own daughter just how urgent, how desperate, how imperative it was that she got to the bathroom urgently. ‘Mum are you crying?’ ‘I’m fine love...’ But Theresa wasn’t fine. Standing just inside her own front door, with the door wide open for anyone to see who happened to pass, she could feel urine running down the inside of her tights. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. How could a mum, a grandma even, find herself in such a situation like this unable to hold her own bladder? ‘Mum? You’ve gone quiet. Are you there mum?’ Theresa stood in silence for a moment as her legs warmed more, her underwear filled fast and her cheeks reddened. The relief wasn’t instant, her body was trying so hard still to hold back, but she couldn’t do it any longer. She couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t refrain. She couldn’t control her own body. She took a deep breathe, sighed audible, and relaxed as the current flowed quicker and quicker between her legs, now rushing violently down both legs and polling under the feet of her tights. She stepped out of her flat shoes and broadened her legs slightly feeling the squelching and warm as she did so. ‘Mum? Mum?’ ‘Sorry sweetheart. I was....just shutting the door and picking up the mail.’ ‘Mum you sound tearful...’ ‘It’s fine love. It’s just...you know how it is when you’ve waited for something so so long and then it finally happens... but it’s not quite how you hoped it would be?’ ‘It’s ok mum. I’m sure next time will be better. As long as you are ok. I’ll video call later ok. Love you!’ ‘Yes honey. Next time will be better won’t it! Love you too!’ Theresa presses the phone off, pushed the door closed and stripped off her clothes until she was naked, just like her husband had been doing when he got home for 7 and a half weeks now. He always said it was to stop the so read of the virus but now Theresa couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, even if just once, he too had had a similar accident and didn’t want her to know? That thought made her smile as she placed her wet skirt, tights and underwear into the washing machine and headed upstairs for another shower.
  4. Squirming Stefan Stefan had never really minded his job, though currently it was far more stressful than he had ever experienced. It was made even worse by having to work from ‘home’, which really was just a bedroom in a shared apartment because house prices were too high to be able to buy his own place yet. Just the thought of moving back to his dad’s didn’t appeal one bit. His mum had left and moved abroad and dad had a string of woman he ‘dated’ despite being in his late fifties. Stefan couldn’t even imagine his dad ever ‘social distancing’ or not meeting up with woman regardless of any virus or new laws and he wanted absolutely nothing to do with that. So that left him with no choice but to buy an office desk and chair, set up his laptop and get a separate land line installed (all at work expense thankfully) in order to avoid the dreaded furlough. With nowhere to go and only an hour exercise permitted daily furlough was Stefan’s idea of hell. He needed work for his mental well-being, though right now he questioned if it really was helping as the phone rang off the hook. The holiday company had just updated their social media and webpage with another extension of closure dates and yet again a huge deluge of irate and disappointed customers were now calling for refunds and vouchers. While it could be done online Stefan knew most just needed that human reassurance and someone to vent at, even though he wasn’t personally to blame. He knew that, they knew that, but lockdown anger affected rational thought and Stefan tried to keep that in mind as he read the customer service script and did his best to reassure and sort customers out. It was only mid morning and he’d had two mugs of tea already, one just as he started and another brought in, very kindly, but his house mate, who herself was on furlough and finding herself at a loose end. As 11:30 approached Stefan rebooked yet another caravan at the coast for yet another family and shifted in his seat. At work, in the call centre, he could have left the calls to someone else for a moment and taken a quick piss break, but at ‘home’ with calls on divert that wasn’t possible. At least the company had a system in place to divert to someone else during staggered lunch breaks so he could at least get 45 minutes without being on the phone. Thankfully he wasn’t desperate and lunch was due in an hour so he just pushed on through. As soon as Stefan hung up the next call rang through immediately, a sign the company was taking way more calls than usual and that others were beginning to take their lunch breaks too. Stefan had signed in at 8:30 so wasn’t due his break until 12:30, almost an hour away yet. As he held the cordless receiver to his ear he processed yet another refund to a tearful mum as he heard several children playing and crying in the background. He signed off and quickly poured himself some water from a jug as the next call started ringing right away. The constant talking was making his mouth so dry and Stefan sipped at the glass through the next few calls. Stefan unconsciously shifted in his seat as he glanced at the alarm clock on his desk. Still 45 minutes before he could log off and he could really do with going to the toilet. With no luxury of colleagues to cover, or even an en-suite bathroom, Stefan swung his legs under his office chair and carried on professionally. Time passed and Stefan caught himself looking at the clock far more often.Sitting on a three wheeled fabric computer chair crossing his legs just felt uncomfortable and made reaching the laptop very difficult. Instead he wheeled the chair nearer the desk and crossed his ankles in front of him, stretching his legs out and touching the skirting board in front of him with his toes. That helped for about a minute before he felt a strong need to shuffle in his seat, raising his bottom off the seat then back down again. All the time he continued on his calls, apologising to customer for their wait and refunding or issuing vouchers in whatever way he could. Most were reasonable, though some were more challenging. The only thing keeping Stefan going was the thought that in 35 minutes he could log off and get a long and satisfying pee in the only bathroom in the apartment. Another call came through and momentarily Stefan felt he needed to stand up. He leaned forward leaning his elbows on the desk as he danced a little in the privacy of his own room, willing 12:30 to come so he could run to the loo. He checked his room door was closed as he danced from foot to foot trying to keep his bladder at bay. With 25 minutes to go he knew he would be gasping for a piss by the time his break arrived. He was already noticeably bursting! Stefan took the next call and ran though his usual script of apologising and then gathering information, then sorting the customer query. This time either he was getting consumed with his need to pee too much or the person was difficult to understand, but this customer was causing great issues. As the customer chatted on about her dog, her many years of going to the same caravan park and the woes of the current situation, Stefan found himself sitting back down but pressing his bum right against the back of the seat as he crossed his leg and circled his top ankle. Finally he managed to get some sense out of the customer and he breathed a sigh of relief when she said goodby, having rescheduled her holiday for September. Stefan glanced at the clock, frustration mounting, as he realised he still had 20 minutes to go. Time was dragging by as the phone still rang non stop. Unable to sit in the same position for any length of time Stefan squirmed and wriggled in his seat as he updated records of customers and cancelled/rescheduled and issued vouchers over and over again. He looked at the two empty mugs and the empty water glass on his desk, even contemplating pissing in one of them such was his need to go. However, too afraid the customer might overhear, Stefan rubbed himself and squirmed, more determined to hang in the final ten minutes until his calls would end. The last ten minutes were sheer torture for Stefan as he rocked, pinched himself and squirmed like a little school boy possessed, wholly consumed by one thing: an urgent need to piss. 9 minutes to go as he pinched himself. 8 minutes to go as he bounced on his seat on his bottom, 7 minutes to go as he squirmed, six minutes to go as he danced, 5 minutes to go as he gripped himself tightly, 4 minutes to go as he bent forward, 3 minutes to go as he tried desperately to keep the current customer talking in order to avoid having to take another call and delay pissing, which could easily see him lose control. Two minutes to go as sweat gathered on his forehead. One final minute as he headed for the door of his room ready to click the phone off and run for his lifetime the toilet. ‘Goodbye’ Stefan clicked the red button, threw the handset onto his bed and with one hand grabbing himself he rushed out the bedroom and along the shirt corridor to the bathroom. Oh he so needed to go, so so badly. He could feel the urine rising along his urethra and filling his pounding penis. He leaned on the bathroom door, gasping for breath pressing the foreskin if of his penis tightly between his thumb and forefinger as he throbbed for release... The door remained tightly closed. Stefan danced and moaned as he tried the door again. Nothing. He knocked on the door, assuming his flat mate was in but hoping she was about to leave. ‘Sally you in there?’ ‘Yes. Just in the bath. Be out soon.’ Stefan wanted to cry. His finger hunt squeezing himself and his bladder aches for relief. Warm dribbles formed on the left of his full penis and Stefan knew he was moments away from an accident. He was so bursting, so desperate, so full, in absolute urgent need to urinate. Holding onto his penis he paced up and down the corridor, the small laminate hall of the apartment seeming suddenly so frustrating and stressful as he tried not to piss all over the floor. It was tempting, oh so tempting as he swore to himself in sheer annoyance to be denied entry to the place he needed so very badly. He leaned back against the wall pressing his back tight against the form wall as he pressed both hands into his crotch. For a second he froze and closed his eyes willing his body to wait just a few minutes more. Finally he was able to move as he headed to his bedroom and put the handset on change as he danced around moaning under his breath at how badly, how urgently, he had to pee. His light grey jogging trousers showed clearly where his half erect aching dick lay in his underpants and Stefan wrapped his hands around it and massaged it in a vain attempt to prevent it leaking. Then it happened...the first proper leak....Stefan bent forward and yelled as quietly as possible as he inspected the bottle lid size stain at his crotch. Stefan pulled the waistband of his joggers down giving him closer access to his manhood as he inspected the damp patch on his cream coloured boxers. He shook as his penis throbbed again, rising in his damp boxers ready to spurt against his will. Stefan hobbled over to the desk and grabbed the glass he had used for water, pulling his penis out the leg of his boxers and into the tall thin glass. Immediately a warm spurt shot out and Stefan had to hold the glass tightly to prevent it falling out his hands. He steadied himself as another longer spurt came out as the glass filled quickly. With all his might Stefan cut off the flow. He was still achingly desperate to go as he tucked his dribbling penis back into his damp boxers and pulled his trousers back up. He raced back to the hall and banged the bathroom door. ‘Sally are you nearly finished?’ ‘Won’t be long Stefan. Promise.’ Stefan rested his head on the bathroom door and sighed. He hated to admit how desperate he was, it was too embarrassing and child like but so was wetting himself. He took a breath in and knocked again. ‘I really need in Sal. Any chance you could come out?’ ‘Yeah ok. Just give me a minute to get dried.’ Stefan laced up and down the hall, this time almost marching trying with every step to hold back the torrent of urine needing out. He walked to the kitchen and turned. Walked to the main lounge and turned again. Back to the kitchen. Back to the lounge. It was no good. He was going to piss his pants if he didn’t access them bathroom NOW. Once again he knocked the door. ‘Sorry Sal. I really can’t wait. It’s an absolute emergency situation!’ Stefan twisted his legs and pressed the top of his penis tightly closed. Despite having filled a glass already he had to go excruciatingly bad. Every second counted. He contemplated rushing to his room and letting go into the two mugs but the very thought of taking one step seemed too much to bare. He pulled his waistband of his joggers to below his crotch and slid his penis out of the leg of his underwear, gripping it tight with both hands as crippled ran down his fingers and over his wrists. It was like trying to hold back a volcano erupting, as he pointed it upwards to try and prevent his clothes getting wet. Just then he heard the bathroom door move and the door edged open as if in slow motion. Stefan stood there, bend forward, squirming like mad and holding his throbbing dick between his tightly closed fist. The door opened fully and Stefan stumbled in heading to the toilet right ahead as a spurt shot out into the air... ‘Bu...burs.....bursting to go...gotta piss so bad...’ Piss shooting everywhere in the bathroom uncontrollably Stefan fought to aim as quickly as he could as a fast cascade of urine whooshed from his member splashing over the toilet seat, the floor and eventually where it should be...in the toilet. Stefan sighed loudly and smiled as finally he could relax and allow his body to so what it had yearned to do for over an hour. The loud noise of splashing reminding him just how desperate he had been as pee continued to soar out of him furiously. After a minute, as the flow settled to a steady stream, Stefan realised he hadn’t seen Sally actually leave the bathroom. He opened his eyes and looked around to see his beautiful red haired flat mate standing at the side of the bath still dripping wet, covered only with a towel around her, steam still rising from her freshly washed hair, as she started opened mouthed at Stefan. ‘Jeez thats what I call a huge piss Stefan! Sorry hope you don’t object that I watched. You didn’t give me chance to get out you see.’ Embarrassed, but relieved, Stefan was lost for words as for the first time he saw a sparkle in Sal’s eyes that he’d never witnessed before. He cleaned himself up, grabbing a spare towel to mop up the mess on the toilet seat and floor before sorting himself out and quietly leaving the bathroom. ‘Sorry Sal. I’ll let you get dressed now. I didn’t mean to barge in like that. It was just that...’ ‘It’s fine Stefan. I’ve been bursting loads when you’ve been in. I know what it’s like. I keep a basin under my bed now because I peed myself one morning when you were shaving. Maybe we should just not lock the door? What do you think?’ Stefan’s thoughts raced to the basin still as his face turned red with embarrassment at the very thought he’d made a girl wee herself because he’d taken so long in the bathroom. ‘Maybe we should.’ And at that he walked out, quickly checking under his flat mates bed before pouring out the glass of urine and placing the glass in the dishwasher. His mind still visualising his flat mate peeing in a basin in her room...
  5. Restless Ruth People say that the anointing is attractive and in Ruth’s case it very much was. The daughter of a famous preacher, and granddaughter of an even more famous evangelist, preaching, singing and bringing words of prophecy were all standard to Ruth, whose calendar was full years in advance for all sorts of Christian events. This morning she was in her home church were she lead worship and sang solos regularly and where her father often called on her during meetings to pray for those in the congregation. Sunday’s were always long, but glorious, and Ruth lived for them. She loved being in the presence of God and around people and she wasn’t put off one bit by the fact the church had thousands in attendance and the whole thing was televised live for the Christian channel. The day had started early and Ruth had woken at 5:30 to pray and read her Bible. Her time with God always took priority and she sang worship songs as she showered and washed her long golden hair. She stepped into a long flowing sparkling navy dress that showed her vivacious body and large breasts off and flowed generously over her large curves throughout her body. There was a lot of Ruth, but she looked utterly radiant as she dried her long hair and hung it neatly and glamorously displaying her natural curls perfectly. Whilst so many criticised her publicly and privately, Ruth walked in the favour of her God and confidently smiled at her image in the mirror as she read the scripture above it about being ‘fearfully and beautifully made’. She made herself some fresh coffee before filling her two travel cups with more from the coffee maker and having some cereal and fresh fruit. She then went back and lightly put on some make up, just enough to give her a sparkle and colour against the intensity of the TV cameras later. Then it was off to the hour and a half prayer meeting prior to the church service. It wasn’t appropriate to slip out the prayer meeting. It would appear rude to whoever was praying at that point in time and break the flow of the anointing, so despite feeling the effects of her earlier coffee and the half travel mug she had been sipping throughout the prayer meeting, Ruth carried on as if nothing was different. She would just visit the ladies before heading into the sanctuary and going on stage for worship. On leaving the prayer meeting however Ruth because caught up in conversation with a close friend who wanted to pray with her urgently as she felt a strong burden about this morning, telling Ruth, with some concern, that ‘The Devil has a plan to distract you from your calling today. He wants to drag you away from God, entice you away from where you should be. He will pull you so much, so strongly, so powerfully but God is saying to you that you are stronger than you realise and to always put him first. Resist temptation my friend. Whatever happens this morning don’t walk away, don’t give up, don’t bow to the pressure.’ Grace hugged Ruth as she finished and Ruth promised her she would remember her words and stay strong throughout the service. Ruth pondered the words as she stepped on stage and had a quick run through of some of the songs for the service. Caught up in the moment she completely forgot about her bodily needs but by the time she was finished she was hot, thirsty and ready for a break. As she headed for the staff refreshment desk and grabbed a bottle of water and some biscuits she allowed herself to relax a little. It was then she remembered she still hadn’t been to the ladies. She definitely should do that before the televised service began. Ruth gulped down the bottle of water as she headed through the now crowded atrium of the large building to the nearest toilets. Entire families seemed to crowd her way as many wanted to say hi, shake hands and give her a hug. Ruth wasn’t going to offend anyone so she graciously shook hands, accepted and gave hugs and smiled as she finally reached the ladies. It seemed that everyone else had had the same idea and the queue spiralled around outside and along the corridor. Ruth didn’t have time to wait as she turned and looked at the countdown on the large computer screen in the centre of the atrium. Seven minutes until the service started. She glanced at the queue and knew immediately she would never reach the front, use the toilet and get back on stage before the service began. Thinking quickly she wondered if the other toilets at the rear of the building might be quicker. She walked as fast as she could on her shiny high heels down the first aisle, behind the stage and along a corridor to the rear entrance and was almost at the toilets there when her dad saw her and called her name. Ruth couldn’t ignore her dad, not even when she needed the bathroom, so she paused and headed to him instead. He only wanted to let Ruth know that she was a crucial part of the ministry team and he sensed God wanted to use her mightily and powerfully this morning and to listen to God’d voice and be bold to respond. He then placed his arm around his daughter’s shoulder and led her through the door she had just come out of and on into the sanctuary and onto the stage. Ruth couldn’t protest as she now no longer had time to use the toilet anyway and she would just need to go later. She followed her dad on stage and took her place behind the keyboard ready for the service to begin. Standing behind the keyboard she tensed her muscles whenever the need pushed through her mind and subtly moved from foot to foot in time to the music. Concentrating on the words and playing, her growing need seemed to go to the back of her mind as she moved in worship and sang her heart out in praise. As she sat down finally, filling the seat on stage completely with her body as her thighs touched either side of the chair pushing her legs together. Standard chairs and fuller figures were not the best of combinations but Ruth was none the less comfortable, if warm, as she picked up her Bible and travel mug as her dad took the microphone. Listening to her dad praying publicly for those caught in floods in Africa suddenly reminded Ruth’s bladder that it was wanting to flood too. Ruth shuffled restlessly in her seat, grateful the vast majority of people had their eyes closed in prayer. She couldn’t recall feeling this full ever in a service, especially at the beginning, as she looked down at the thousands of people in the congregation and the cameras all around. If she’d been in the congregation she could have easily slipped out to the toilet but on stage that was unthinkable. She’s just need to wait. Ruth tried her best to give her dad and what he was preaching her full attention. She crossed her ankles, bit her lip, wriggled as much as the small tight seating would allow and crossed her legs restlessly as her dad went on and on and on. By midday she had finished her second travel mug as she rubbed her lower tummy and realised just how much liquid she was holding. She mentally thought about different ways she could slip off stage and run to the toilets as between her legs moistened with sweat and pressure. She looked at where the cameras were pointing thinking if the shots were all facing her dad she could step quickly down the stairs and out the side door, but alas one key camera was scanning across the stage regularly, frequently stepping at her. Then she thought about running quickly off when her dad said ‘amen’ but since he always ended the service with a song, which she was due to lead, she couldn’t be missing and embarrass her dad like that, especially not live on TV. She had no choice really but to wait until the whole service was over. She wriggled and squeezed more, unable to really focus on what her dad was preaching, until someone caught her attention. Grace smiled right at her and Ruth immediately recalled what her friend had said before the service started: ‘The Devil has a way to distract you, drag you away, entice you...you will be pulled so much...so strongly...so powerfully...’ but this wasn’t the Devil, it was her bladder, her desperate need to pee that was doing it. Could the Devil use your own body to get you away from God? All Ruth knew was she didn’t ever want to disobey God but she also really needed to use a toilet so very badly right now. So badly she rested her hand between her legs and used her Bible to hide what she was doing as she tried to focus on her father’s preaching. It was only then she realised he was talking about self control. He was talking about a bible verse Ruth couldn’t recall ever reading, despite the fact she’d read her Bible cover to cover several times. Proverbs 25 verse 28 ‘Like a city whose walls are broken through, is a person who lacks self control.’ Ruth clenched tightly as her dad spoke louder and more enthusiastically about the importance of not allowing the walls of your life to break, keeping the barrier closed, keeping the city protected. He animatedly shared about not allowing the enemy to break your mind or your body, holding steadfast to self control because broken walls let out a huge flood that you will always regret. It just all served to shadow the silent inner battle Ruth felt as she restlessly and quietly sat behind her dad holding a torrent of pee pent up inside her as she fought to keep her own private city wall, her urethra, from not breaking. The pressure was unlike anything she had witnessed or experienced, the urge to just give up on sitting still, to disgrace herself by holding herself, to embarrass herself and her father by rushing off stage. Yet as she restlessly sat there struggling to prevent a major accident, that only her own self control was preventing, she wondered if she really cared about God, her ministry and her dad at all. Of course she did! It was just the relentless pushing and screaming from her bladder, the sweat on her palms and the thumping of her own heart that was making it so hard to hear anything but her own voice yelling for release. As her dad concluded his sermon encouraging the waited congregation and the hundreds watching live worldwide to surrender to God and let Him help them to be self controlled, to develop the highest of integrity, to not allow their walls to be broken, Ruth knew it was time to raise from her seat and gently play her keyboard once again, as the rest of the music group made their way on stage too. As Ruth stood she pressed her thighs together as tightly as she could as her wall threatened to crack. She was thoroughly and immeasurably full, so desperate to urinate, so incredibly needy. Tears formed in her eyes, not from the movement of the Holy Spirit, but more from a terrifying fear that self control was no longer in her power. Her own heart beat so fast and hard she could barely hear her fathers voice. Could she do it? She honestly didn’t know. Could she hold on just a little longer? No longer just a battle between her mind and bladder but now between good and evil, obeying or disobeying, self control or defiance, remaining dry or wetting... Ruth flicked her long curly hair in embarrassment as she felt a dribble escape as she turned on her keyboard and started playing. She thought about her long sparkly dress and the curves under it, the generous body, beautiful breasts and excruciatingly full bladder as she gave her whole self into the song and the words of the chorus... Her voice quivering, her pelvis aching, her bladder pulsating...dribbles running down warmly from her knickers through her tights..she sang her heart out... “I surrender all.I surrender all. All to Jesus, I surrender..,I surrender all...” Tearful crowds gathered at the front as Ruth restlessly played on, her own battle crushing beneath her, her city walls cracking slowly and splendidly as her shoes squelched with the outward sign that she was nothing more than a city with broken walls. Ruth slid her shoes off and continued on as Grace’s eyes met hers and tears poured down her face. Her father noticed and motioned for her to come towards him, Ruth, more aware than ever of the warm urine congregated in her black nylon tights gathered all around her feet, and the smell and glistening of her her bodily fluid she had tried so hard to hold back. In humiliation and devastation she cried like a baby as Grace held her and prayed with her. Hearing her dad take the microphone loud and clear Ruth was comforted by his wise words: ‘Walls can be rebuilt. Cities can be protected again. No-one is perfect and God knows we are human. Don’t let one failure stop the anointing. Forgive yourself, as God has forgiven you.’ Suddenly Ruth inexplicably needed the bathroom suddenly again, this time making it just in time as her body released another huge torrent as she pulled off her underwear and tights and placed the soaking items in the sanitary bin and dabbed herself down with toilet paper. After washing her face she walked back in to the still crowded room bare foot but so much lighter and happier than before. Even the most self controlled person had their limits, as restless Ruth learnt that Sunday.
  6. Quivering Quinton Quinton’s phone beeped with yet another text message. With his laptop open at his small office desk he smiled as he saw a photo sent from his eldest daughter. Her shoes had finally arrived, thank goodness, and just in time too. Tonight she was heading out with her friends and sister to a local club as part of a long weekend celebrating her 21st. Boy that made Quinton feel suddenly old as he looked at the excitement on his daughters face and reminisced back to when she was a toddler being that excited when he came home from work. His first daughter, his treasure, his little darling. He finished his coffee and texted her back saying he was delighted and couldn’t wait to see them on and he’d see her around 6 as usual. He then typed in another postcode searching all the local house prices and bringing up details of said properties and as much other facts as he could. Jotting it all down in his notebook he did the same for another two postcodes before grabbing his suit jacket, anorak and work bag and heading to his car. It was good to be busy again and at the rate his daughter’s were asking for things these days he needed every penny he could earn. The first property was straightforward: a well maintained, tastefully decorated and outwardly strong house in a stable neighbourhood with sought after schools. The owners were pleased to see him and gave proof of recent new windows having been fitted and a new bathroom suit. Quinton took a photo of the paperwork on his tablet and typed in the details too. Other than a few loose tiles on the roof and some loft insulation which could be better it was an average visit, made slightly longer by chatty older owners but worth it for the lovely mug of tea he had gladly received. The second property also had an owner present but this time a younger, more pushy man, a very typical buy to let purchaser anxious that Quinton assessed the property at as high a value as possible. Three times Quinton stressed that he wasn’t an estate agent but an independent surveyor and that his valuation would be based on much more than the colour of the bathroom tiles! It was a stressful hour as the owner hovered over Quinton’s every move asking questions about why he was taking photos of things like the electric cupboard and outside pipes. Whilst Quinton knew exactly where in every property to look for all the minute details he needed it was clear this property was one of thousands he had seen before by developers keen to make a house look good on first appearance but with expensive and more important things like pipe work and electrics often ignored. Quinton was glad to get back into the safety of his car as he placed his bag on the passenger seat and started the engine. He was taken a back slightly to see the clock on the dashboard read 4:45 and he checked his watch to confirm. It was also then that he realised for the first time that he could do with a visit to the gents sometimes soon. He toyed with the idea of popping into the local supermarket on his way to his final property but decided he would head to the last one and go back at home as usual. He never used the toilet in any of the houses he visited, it wasn’t at all professional, and instead he would go in the office or back home at the end of his working day. Of course he had needed to go many times, almost daily in fact, but it had never really been a great issue, with a few notable exclusions, and his bladder had grown strong over the years. His wife and daughters were very used to his rushing in and right up the stairs on arrival and with just one bathroom in their small terraced house they pretty much always made sure it was feee for him, thankfully. Quinton typed his final postcode into his sat nav. He didn’t drive to this area as often and his research had already told him it wasn’t the best of areas. He also wasn’t expecting anyone to be at this property, especially in its current condition. It was owned by the bank and he had been warned that he may want to have a torch with him, something which Quinton always kept in his car anyway. By the time Quinton arrived in the street he was regretting his earlier tea with the older couple. He walked down the path to the run down house noting immediately the overgrown unkept garden and broken glass on the front door. Turning the key the dust and smell was almost overpowering by Quinton pushed through regardless. As predicted the lights were off and despite it being daylight still the house was damp, dark and almost derelict. Quinton took plenty photos as he walked through the front room into the narrow gallery kitchen. He used his torch to check every cupboard as he rhythmically moved from foot to foot. Routinely he turned the kitchen tap to record if the property had running water, not for a moment expecting the water to still be connected. As he did so the tap rumbled at first with trapped air before a sudden burst of water shot fast from the tap into the dirty sink causing Quinton to suddenly pinch his little man as the water reminded his body instantly of his full bladder. Quinton groaned before turning the tap off, the still dripping tap making him cross his legs. ‘Thank the Lord there’s no-one here! Sheesh I need the loo after that!’ Trying to complete the survey as quickly, but thoroughly, as possible Quinton left the kitchen, opening an under stair cupboard and checking electric wires, gas fittings and photographing everything before heading upstairs cautiously. The doors upstairs were all closed and Quinton tentatively pushed the first one open which was, as expected, the bathroom. ‘Wow! You’d need to be mega desperate to use that place!’ he exclaimed as he took more photos. Not prepared to be caught out with the water a second time he didn’t bother turning the taps but as he turned to walk out the room he was taken aback at a strong urge to urinate despite the condition of the room. ‘Why does seeing a toilet always make you need it 100 times more? Oh boy I can’t wait to get home. The sooner the better. Jeez I need a slash!’ The two bedrooms were as expected and Quinton headed back downstairs to assess the outside. Whilst the house hadn’t been warm in any way the sudden change in temperature as Quinton locked the front door send another wave of need from his bladder to his penis. He squeezed his thighs and headed to the back garden as quick as he could. The back garden was like a jungle and for a second Quinton actually contemplated opening his fly and peeing in the long grass. He never would of course, being the upright citizen that he was, but just the thought seemed to send more urine into his already full bladder. The walls had bricks out of alignment, the chimney was dangerous, another window was cracked and the roof had tiles hanging loose. Quinton noted everything on his tablet then headed straight to his car. Sitting in the drivers seat he gave his member another squeeze. The sat nav suggested twenty three minutes to home and Quinton dearly hoped it would be quicker. ‘This is a lesson on not accepting tea when you already had coffee at lunch Quinton’ he muttered to himself as he started the engine and set off. Every red light made Quinton squirm and moan as he rubbed and squeezed to help himself hold on. ‘You can do this!’ He encouraged himself time and time again. Finally he was in his home town, which somehow only served to make him want to pee even more so! ‘Gotta wait til home. You can do this. Just keep holding!’ Quinton reversed parked across from his home in the only space available before grabbing his bag and laptop and walking very quickly up his gate and into the house. He threw his stuff at the bottom of the stairs, holding his crotch tightly and took the stairs two at a time as he raced to the bathroom. He grabbed the handle with his free hand and pulled it down, but it didn’t open. He danced and knocked. ‘Who’s in? Are you almost finished?’ No answer. Still holding himself Quinton went next door to his bedroom where he bent forward, undid his trouser hook and held his penis so tight he thought he would break it. ‘Heavens above I NEED to pee!’ Meanwhile his wife, Sally had heard the door and, noticing Quinton’s bags, realised he was home. She shouted up to check anyway. ‘You home darling? Everything ok?’ Quinton squirmed as he still had one hand tight over his crotch as he walked to the landing and called down. ‘Yeah just me honey! Is Becky in the loo or is it Casandra? I’m bursting to get in. She knows I always need it at this time.’ ‘Yeah Becky...she’s just having a quick shower to get ready for tonight. I’m sure she’ll be quick. I take it you don’t want a coffee just yet?’ ‘Oh Lord not right now honey. I gotta use the loo first, honestly.. I’ll just wait up here and then I’ll come down for one if that’s ok. Oh she better be quick I’m so desperate here’ Quinton didn’t care that his wife was looking up watching as he danced with his trousers open and his hand grasping his penis over his boxers. He just had to get into the toilet so urgently. He knocked the door again... ‘Becky you nearly finished darling?’ ‘I’ll not be long dad. Nearly finished!’ Quinton walked to his room, pulled his trousers to his knees and sat on his bed clutching himself and rocking. Beneath his boxers he could feel his penis doing something, and terrified he was leaking, he stood quickly and pulled down his boxers to his knees so he could access his penis and testicles more in the privacy of his bedroom before immediately sitting and rocking and squeezing again. Oh how he ached right now for release. He shook, rocked and kneaded himself as he moaned. ‘Oh Becky hurry up. Hurry up. I need the bathroom so badly. I really do. Your daddy has to go sweetie. Hurry up baby. Daddy is so bursting. Daddy is so desperate. Oh Becky daddy is nearly having a huge accident here. Oh Becky hurry up. Daddy needs a slash my darling. Oh do hurry sweet pea. Daddy needs in so so urgently you know. Oh please don’t keep your daddy waiting. Oh my beautiful daddy just needs into that toilet so so badly. Don’t let daddy embarrass himself. Of course Becky heard none of it but Quinton’s wife did as she crept up the stairs, entranced by her husband’s desperation. She watched from a distance as Quinton’s reflection could be seen clearly in the full length mirrored wardrobe as her nipples hardened and her vagina swelled and moistened. Then something happened that neither Quinton nor his wife expected. Quinton felt something unusual. Similar to going hard but quite different too. He took his hands away from his crotch as his penis grew a little and quivered jerking up and down of its own accord. Quinton watched on shaking, his hands leaning on the bed behind him as his body fought to the end. Four quivers, five quivers, then on the sixth quiver as his half erect penis surged forwards up a huge squirt shot out hitting the wardrobe. Quinton’s wife raced in having grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard as she surrounded Quinton’s crotch as his quivering penis rose and moved as urine shot out again and again in larger and larger spurts, finally relaxing and pouring out fast and furious as his wife struggled to catch it in the bath towel. Quinton breathed, relaxed and rested his head back as his arms and hands held him up behind him leaning on the bed. ‘Oh honey, that’s Becky just coming out now. What a shame you couldn’t wait just a few seconds longer eh’ ‘I’ll....I’ll get changed and bring the laundry down. I’ll put it all on don’t worry. Oh and I could really go that coffee now if you are still offering?’ ‘Absolutely. Oh and Becky wants to show you those new shoes of hers too.’ ‘Yes! Of course. Just give me five minutes and I’ll be done ok. Oh and thanks for that! I owe you beautiful. Lord was I so desperate for that!’ ‘That was a huge amount of piss Quinton. I’ve never seen your body like that before. It was very sexy actually.’ ‘Really?’
  7. Hey folks. Just a short story I knocked up a few days back. Hope you enjoy The air conditioning hit me like a train coming into the store, it was very warm outside, and I was beginning to perspire, so the welcome breeze was a very pleasant sensation. It was strong though, maybe a little too strong., it nearly blew my skirt up. That would have been embarrassing, the store was busy, and I did not relish the idea of displaying my knickers to the world, I am not that kinda girl. Cause of the perspiration and the general discomfort from the heat, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up, I was becoming self-conscious and felt the need to take a few minutes to get myself together before continuing my shopping expedition. The bathroom was on the third floor, tucked away in a side corridor beyond a set of double doors. They were big and well equipped, there were ample stalls for us girls to use and just as many sinks and mirrors for our vanity projects. The bathroom itself was empty, except for me and one other girl who was pruning herself on the far left of the room. I approached the sink on the far right and began brushing my hair and wiping my brow, I splashed a little water onto my neckline to help cool me down and sprayed some deodorant around my person, I didn’t think it was required, but it made me feel a little better anyway. Ablutions concluded I enter a stall to empty my bladder. I was not very full, but I had just consumed a large takeaway coffee and I wanted to take no chances, coffee tends to rush straight through me, leading to some rather awkward instances. I raised my skirt, pulled my pink, strawberry printed bikini knickers down and did my business. I was surprised, I had felt no particular urge but the moment I raised my skirt, I felt a strong surge of desperation and almost dampened my knickers. The stream was strong too and seemed to last a long time. Where did that come from? I thought to myself. I finished my wee, grabbed my handbag and left the stall, washed my hands, and left the bathroom. Shopping awaited. I spent a few minutes browsing the gifts section, it was my sister’s birthday soon and whilst I had no plans to buy anything on this day, I wanted some idea for when the time came. There were all kinds of cute gifts that would be perfect for her, I particularly liked the Disney princesses candle set, that is exactly the kind of thing she would love. As I say, I had no plans to buy anything today, but this was just so perfect, I felt it was too good to turn down, so I grabbed a set and headed for the checkout. The queue was quite small, there were four people in front of me, I do not actually mind long queues cause it gives me an opportunity to browse all the little nik nacks on the shelves around the checkout area. I was particularly keen on the cute socks they often sold around this area, a friend recently bought some cute banana printed socks from here, but I could not see them today. Instead, I gave in to an urge to buy some strawberry jelly sweets, I really shouldn’t have cause whilst they are totally delicious, they are also full of sugar and once I start, the whole pack is gone in minutes. I got called to checkout number three, the guy serving was cute, exactly the kinda guy I go for but I’m also very shy before I get to know someone, and I found it impossible to make eye contact. He seemed very friendly and he made a nice comment about my great taste in confectionary, I said nothing and just smiled at the floor, this is something I should work on. “Enjoy your strawbs” he said kindly as I walked off “you too” I said back. Oh great, now I am not just the shy girl, I am the super stupid girl too. Nice work Emily. I rushed out the store as quickly as my little legs could carry me, I was blushing and felt like everyone was starting at me. They were not of course, but social anxiety is a bitch, pure and simple. I felt like I needed a cold drink to bring me back to earth, so I began searching for a coffee place where I could get a smoothie or something. I passed the coffee place I went to earlier; I didn’t feel like I could go in there again so soon after my first purchase, they would think I was weird, I was sure of it. Luckily, there was another place just down the other end of the mall. It was a short walk and I could feel my rosy cheeks returning to a normal colour now that I had put that store behind me. There were a lot of people out and about, as there usually are on a Saturday afternoon. Guys being dragged around by their girlfriends, groups of girls laughing and talking way too loudly and kids in pushchairs screaming the place down, a typical day out really. Up ahead I could see an acquaintance of mine, her name is Clara and she’s okay, but she is also totally over the top and way to touchy feely for me. I swerved to the left to try and avoid her sight and ploughed dead straight ahead, never once looking in her direction, if I cant see her, she cannot see me, right? Wrong. “Ohhh hey Emily!” she called out way too loudly across the mall. “Oh, hey Clara, didn’t see you there” I lied. “What are you doing out and about, you on the prowl?” she asked playfully as she jabbed me vigorously in my arm, it hurt a little. “My sisters’ birthday is coming up and I needed to get her a gift” I said plainly. “Ohhhh cool” she exclaimed way too excitedly. “Listen, I’m meeting up with some of the girls later” she started, and I didn’t like the sound of this one little bit. “wanna tag along? We’ll do some shopping, grab a drink, grab some food and maybe grab a couple guys too, you in?” Absolutely not, is what I wanted to say, I had a prior engagement with my sofa, Netflix, and ice cream. “I’m not sure I can Clara, I’m meant to be taking my brother to his karate lesson later” I lied again. “nonsense!” she exclaimed wildly. “blow it off and come with us, you’ll have much more fun, might even get you hooked up with a cute guy” I really didn’t want to be rude, but at the same time, I just wanted to get out of this situation. “I cant Clara, I’m sorry, maybe another time” I spoke politely, smiled, and walked away. I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my head and I felt a little shamed, but I really could not be doing with her today. I just wanted to do my shopping, grab a drink, and get home to my plushies and sofa. Still feeling slightly shamed, I entered the coffee shop and ordered a strawberry and banana smoothie. My phone had been vibrating like crazy so I knew I was loaded with messages and notifications so I decided to get my drink to sit in, it would give me a chance to relax a little, clear my phone and return messages before heading into the wilderness again. I grabbed a seat on single table right next to the wall, I simply cannot sit in the middle of a room, I feel totally exposed and paranoid. I stumbled slightly as I sat down and felt myself blush again, I did not dare scan the room and just stared vaguely at my phone until the feeling passed. Turns out I only had a few messages, most just general chit chat and asking how I am and so on. But I liked it, I like people enquiring about me and my day, it makes me feel important and loved. I returned all the messages I had received and was slowly sipping away at my smoothie. I passed a good half an hour just flicking through social media, returning messages, and sipping at my smoothie. Drink gone, I grabbed my handbag and headed for the bathroom, I had become quite full quite quickly and I needed to pee pretty bad. I could see the bathroom sign directing me upstairs, so I headed for the stairs and followed the directions. I got confused at the top and went left when I should have gone right, luckily, nobody saw me so that was good. I saw the bathroom door straight ahead, I approached it and pushed. Nothing. Maybe there is someone in? I thought to myself. I spent a couple moments waiting patiently for whoever was in to come out, but I was doing a gentle pee dance and I was becoming more and more urgent. I was trying to stay composed, but it was tough, I really needed to pee, and I could feel my bladder starting to ache and groan at me. Please do not say this is going to be another Piccadilly square incident. “Can I help you?” a friendly voice called out from behind me, it startled me a little an di had to bear down so I did not leak into my knickers. “I’m just waiting for the bathroom” I answered as calmly as I could manage. “I’m sorry, but the bathrooms are out of order” she replied sympathetically. Oh great, this could be another Piccadilly square then. “Oh okay, well thank you” I said shyly and began making my way towards the stairs. “If you’re desperate, you can use our staff toilets if you like?” she called out. This just made me feel worse, I was now totally paranoid that she had seen me doing a pee dance and I could not face saying yes to the question, so I politely declined and left the shop. Exiting the shop, I was hit by the warm sunshine pouring in through the glass ceiling, I was only wearing a tank top, but I felt overly hot again, it really was a very warm day. There were bathrooms in another mall a few minutes’ walk away, so I began beating a path towards them. Each step was feeling laboured and my bladder ached each time my foot came down. I tried to walk quickly but that just made the sensation worse and I could feel my muscles beginning to ache and shake a little from the effort it was taking to control my bulging bladder. Every now and then I felt the need to pull over and brace myself for a moment, I was getting stronger and stronger surges of desperation and each one was taking a toll on my ability to control the situation. I was breathing heavily, and I was sure passers-by could see I was in serious desperation mode and not too far away from having an accident. Up ahead I could see the bathrooms, I felt a little better now I could see them but there was also a sizeable queue outside of girls waiting to get in. I quietly joined the back of the queue and just hoped my turn would come quickly. I couldn’t count the girls in front of me cause my mind could no longer think clearly. I stood with my legs and feet crossed and I was doubled over slightly onto my abdomen. The girls in front were clearly not in the same predicament as me, or if they were, they were doing a damned good job of hiding it. The queue didn’t seem to be moving very fast either, it really felt like it was going to be Piccadilly square all over again. I found the strength to ask the girl in front of me how long she had been waiting, she replied saying ten minutes. It seemed doable, maybe. I tried to take my mind of my impending accident my messaging friends on my phone, but it wasn’t much use, I couldn’t type coherently, and I was just writing nonsense. I felt totally frustrated that I didn’t live in a world where popping a squat anywhere was acceptable, cause at this moment, that seemed a really good idea. I was inching forward bit by bit, but my bladder was beginning to betray me again. I had to relax my muscles for a moment, just a moment because I was becoming exhausted from the effort it was taking to fight and a trickle of pee left my body and wet my underwear. I bared down again and stopped the torrent in its tracks, but my defences had been breached and a wet patch against my pussy was a constant reminder. I inched forward again and again. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, I could see the end of the queue, the light at the end of the tunnel. I smiled to myself briefly as I finally believed I could relieve my bladder and keep my dignity intact at the same time. My phone vibrated again and I quickly checked the screen to see what it was, it was my sister sending me a picture of her dog sat down in a really funny way, I chuckled aloud and my defences were breached again. A stream of pee left my body, pushed through my underwear, and trickled onto the floor beneath me. I looked down, horrified. There were small droplets of pee lying at my feet, noticeable to anyone that was looking hard enough. The light-coloured marble floor was doing nothing to disguise my failure. I glanced around and jammed my right hand into my crotch, my hand became wet with pee and I immediately knew I had leaked more than I thought. My horrified mind ran through Piccadilly square all over again, the shame and embarrassment of wetting my pants in front of all those people, I felt the same was going to happen again. I looked frantically towards the front of the queue and to my absolute delight, I was now at the front of the queue. I braced myself for one last fight. I could finally see my end goal and the relief it would bring me. All I had to do was wait for one more girl to come out. Time stood still. My muscles ached, I was shaking uncontrollably, and my wet knickers were now cold and a constant source of irritation and shame. A girl came out. I moved as quickly as I could towards the bathroom, not stopping for anything or anyone. I dashed towards the door and almost pushed it off its hinges. The bathroom was crowded with girls doing their various ablutions and going about their general business. I scanned all the stalls for one that was free. To my abject horror, all were occupied. I frantically glanced from stall to stall looking for an opening, but none seemed to be imminent. The idea of peeing in the sink became appealing, it was a nice thought in that moment, such a nice thought for a moment I forgot myself and leaked again. This one was bigger though and despite my hand holding furiously against my genitals the flow simply sprayed through my hands and splashed onto the marble floor below. Out the corner of my eye, I could see a few girls looking at me, it was an audible splash and it drew the attention of several girls in my immediate vicinity. I blushed red and I could feel tears beginning to wet my eyes. It was happening. I was loosing it. The trickle continued, gently leaving my body, and leaving my wet underwear in its trail. Down below, I could feel the wetness spreading from my pussy towards my bum and before long, I knew this trickle would turn into a torrent. I used every bit of strength I had left to stem the flow and it worked. There was a small puddle beneath my feet, and I knew the other girls had noticed my imminent accident. A door opened. A girl came out. I dashed in, I am sure I even pushed her out my way slightly, but I didn’t care, I was too concerned with my own situation then worrying about the personal space of others. I slammed the door behind me, and my hand shook uncontrollably as I fiddled with the lock. My stream started again, violently so. Warm pee gushed out of my body, soaking my strawberry knickers, and thundering onto the marble beneath. I felt pee soak into the top of my shoes and my socks became wet. I had totally lost it. My body had given up the fight and I was wetting myself uncontrollably and I still hadn’t locked the door. Anyone nearby would have heard my pee hitting the floor and anyone immediately outside my stall would see my ever-growing puddle trickling under the door. I managed to lock the door, somehow. I dived to the toilet and pulled my knickers down, at no point did I stop peeing and as I removed my knickers, pee poured into the seat of my knickers leaving a very visible wet patch and various spots all over the pink material. I sat on the toilet and felt the relief wash over me. The relief was incredible and for a few moments I was transported to another place, somewhere different to this one, everything that had just happened seemed irrelevant. I cannot say how long I was sitting on the toilet peeing, but it felt like a long time. When my bladder was finally emptied, and the last trickle had left my body I was immediately brought back to reality and the situation I was in. I looked down at my knickers and they were soaked, totally soaked. The gusset had turned dark, as had most of the seat of my knickers. Then I saw my puddle which had began to flow under the door like a small river. I sat staring, unable to fully comprehend what had just happened. I could hear girls talking amongst themselves about me, about how I had wet myself, “poor girl” I heard one of them say. I did not know what to do. I could not wear these knickers any longer, they were ruined, and I had no desire to walk around smelling of pee all day, but I also did not want to just ditch them. I loved these knickers, they are cute, comfortable and I feel great wearing them. However, I also had no bag to store them in. I did not want to just drop them into my handbag, then everything would smell of pee. Worse still, I had no desire whatsoever to walk around without underwear whilst wearing a skirt, that is a recipe for disaster. I decided to improvise. I rolled off a load of toilet paper and wrapped my knickers up as best I could, the pee was soaking through most of the paper, but it was something at least. The next stage of my plan was to go to a store and buy a new pair of knickers which I could wear for the journey home. First, however, I had to leave the stall. I used some toilet paper to dab away the pee I had left on the seat. I dabbed my pussy and legs to remove as much wetness as possible. I took several deep breaths, I was still shaking but I was so overcome with relief, I no longer felt totally embarrassed. I opened the door to see a number of girls milling around and more strikingly, a cleaning lady was waiting outside the door to clean up after my accident. I couldn’t look anyone in the eye, particularly the cleaning lady who I felt so bad for. I simply looked at my puddle on the floor, apologised profusely and left the room. Leaving the bathroom, I could feel eyes burning into my soul. I could hear idle chatter about “that girl just wet herself in there” but somehow, I did not feel humiliated. I felt embarrassed sure, but it was not as bad as the first time in Piccadilly square, guess these things get easier the more regularly they happen. I went to the first clothing store I could find, grabbed the first pair of comfortable looking knickers I could find, paid, and left. I jumped into my car and drove home, leaving my little mishap behind me.
  8. Panicking Pam Pam opened her fridge and knew right away that the boys had had breakfast already. She picked up the almost empty milk, thankful there was enough for a mug of tea at least. Sitting at the breakfast bar she could see Frank in the makeshift study (previously the laundry room before Covid 19), and in the distance she could see Martin on the laptop lounging in the front room. She could only assume Max was on his xbox in his bedroom as per usual. She had a quick skim through Facebook on her phone and then checked the news while she finished her tea then put on her anorak to take Patch for his walk. Pam was so thankful to live near a park where Parch could wander at his own pace, sniffing and meandering freely as she walked the standard two mile walk he was so accustomed to. He was getting on in years now and this twice a day walk was more than sufficient but now more than ever Pam was glad she didn’t need to go far. Times were very different to normal and while she used to love seeing familiar people on her twice daily walk now she was glad the park was empty as everyone was living in fear of a deadly virus. Back home Pam ran the kitchen tap until it ran cold then filled a glass with water and gulped it down. It was surprisingly warm for early April and the anorak had made her sweat. A brief check of the freezer and cupboards before opening the kitchen drawer and grabbing some bags, she popped her head into where Frank was to let him know she was off to brave the supermarket for their once a week shop. Frank kissed her on the cheek and she shouted up to Max and waved to Martin, showing him the bags as he had earphones in, before she headed out the door. Pam didn’t drive, neither did her partner and neither of her boys were quite old enough for lessons, though both were desperate to learn when they could. Being reliant on buses during a pandemic wasn’t ideal but Pam knew they were still running even if the timetable was reduced. The streets were quiet and otherwise busy roads saw very little traffic and Pam let her mind wander as she waited the 25 minutes for the bus. No-one had joined her at the bus stop and she was just one of three passengers now on the bus. Sitting on the warm bus taking the familiar twenty minute ride to the supermarket Pam felt a twinge between her legs, thought she simply ignored it as she gathered her bags and purse ready to disembark from the bus. Pam hadn’t anticipated the scene that awaited her as she walked up the ramp into the supermarket car park. She hadn’t seen this many cars in the car park since the week before Christmas! She headed down the short path towards the main doors her eyes blinking in the sun as it suddenly sank in that the people she could see where actually queuing just to get in! The closer she got the longer the queue seemed as she followed the line of socially distanced strangers silently waiting to enter the store as the line stretched along the side of the store, down the side of the car park, turned round on its self and snaked back again! There must easily be over 100 people in front of her she realised. Noting they all had trolleys already she looked around for the nearest trolley bay and headed to get one. By the time she had a trolley and headed to the queue it had stretched even longer! She joined the end and waited patiently. Ten minutes later she had barely moved as a store colleague headed along the line offering free bottles of water and an open tub of chocolates for those waiting. Pam was warm so readily took the water and decided a chocolate might help keep her energy up too. By the time she finally reached the edge of the store building she’d drank three quarters of her bottle and felt more frequent familiar urges the same as she had on the bus earlier. Pam checked her watch and realised she had been out the house almost an hour an a half already and still she wasn’t even inside the supermarket yet! Feeling another twinge she moved from one foot to the other as the queue edged slightly forward. Now able to see inside the store through the long glass windows Pam could see people in masks and gloves working at the checkouts and she hoped it wouldn’t be much longer before they were serving her. She wouldn’t usually ever use the bathrooms in the supermarket, preferring to wait until she was back home, but given the long wait to get in and a potential long wait for a bus back home, combined with the fact she already needed to go, she reasoned she would visit the ladies quickly before doing her shopping. That thought didn’t help her need to go and she found herself more and more distracted by her bladder as the queue seemed to slow down the closer she got to the entrance. There was now no doubt in her mind that she would definitely find the toilets as soon as she was in as her private areas tingled between her legs and she tapped her foot on the ground anxiously. In front of her a couple stood chatting to each other so much they hadn’t noticed the line move forward. Pam, normally shy and reserved but now very much in need of a toilet, found herself getting annoyed and when they still hadn’t moved 30 seconds later she couldn’t help but say something. ‘Excuse me. Could you move up please!’ It came across more bossy than she meant it but Pam was flustered and stressed, hot and in need of release. The couple looked back briefly before tutting and moving forward. Pam could count how many were in front of her now but standing right in line of the sun was making her hot and bothered. Despite already really needing to use the ladies she finished the bottle of water she had been given and placed it in the bin as she moved forward a little more. Just five people in front of her now, thank goodness. Another one in. Then another. Pam was getting anxious. She didn’t want to make it obvious to anyone that she was bursting but standing still wasn’t easy at all. She tapped her foot, curled her toes in her trainers and bit her lip. She couldn’t even remember when she joined the queue because all she could think about now was getting to the loo as soon as she could. Just three in front now. Finally. As another few left the store the young man in front of the couple was nodded to go in but then Pam watched in horror as a member of staff came closer to the couple and whilst still remaining socially distanced to them the staff member was clearly telling them something they weren’t happy with. Pam silenced her thoughts to overhear. ‘Sorry. It’s one person one trolley. There’s signs all along where you were waiting. I can’t let you both in together I’m afraid.’ ‘But we live together for goodness sake! We are married! We always shop together and we have waited almost an hour to get in! Surely you can make an exception? That’s a ridiculous rule! You just let a woman in a minute ago with a baby! You didn’t say the baby needed it’s own trolley did you! You can’t make one of us go to the back of the queue? The frozen food would be defrosted before they even go in the store! Come on!’ Pam moaned under her breath. She didn’t need this and she was sure the store assistant didn’t need it either! Whilst another two customers left out the other door Pam crossed her legs impatiently. Why did she need to be behind an argumentative couple now of all times when she just wanted into the store toilet before shopping! Pam could feel her heart beating faster now as she hated confrontation but mostly because her need to pee was getting stronger by the second. She pulled one leg behind her and bent a little forwards leaning into the trolley. A married woman in her forties should not be pee dancing outside a supermarket and Pam did all she could to disguise her need. Finally Pam watched as the gentleman in front reluctantly walked away and Pam tried not to look too flustered and panicky as she waited to be told she could enter the store finally. She watched anxiously as another customer left, begging inwardly for the staff member to let her in so she could walk quickly to the ladies. But she didn’t. Pam looked at her annoyed and when yet another customer left she found herself getting more and more stressed. Her body was screaming for release and yet here she was at the mercy of a store colleague releasing her to be allowed in. Despite all her efforts to hide her need when another urge came strongly Pam couldn’t stop herself bouncing on her heels and crossing her legs. She had to say something. She had been waiting long enough now. ‘Excuse me. Am I allowed in yet! Sorry to ask it’s just...it’s just I have been waiting a long time and I emm...I have a bus to catch home. Thanks’ ‘I’m really sorry. I am just waiting on the gentleman in front of you returning. Apparently he hadn’t realised the rules of one person one trolley so he’s just away to get a trolley then I will let him in and then you. Sorry for your wait madam.’ Pam desperately wanted to argue but the poor store colleague looked tired and stressed. So she tried to hold on just a little bit longer. However, when yet another customer wheeled their full trolley out and she could barely stand still for her need to pee she mustered up the courage to ask again. ‘Sorry to ask again, it’s just that I can’t see him coming back and...actually I really need to use the ladies. Would it be ok if I just headed in and he can come in after me?’ The colleague looked sympathetically at Pam, noticing the strain on her face and how her legs continually tapped. She nodded for her to head in and Pam pushed the trolley fast inside the double doors frantically looking for the toilets. She’d never used them so wasn’t familiar with where they were. It took a few fast paced minutes with her head racing and panic setting in more and more before she finally found them. Pushing the trolley through the first door Pam began dancing more as the thought of imminent release intensified her need to pee. She saw a sign on the gents and baby change but didn’t stop to read them but as she went to push open the ladies door and found it locked she quickly read the sign posted to that door too. ‘Due to the outbreak of Covid 19 and to protect our customers unfortunately these toilets are currently unavailable. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.’ Pam grabbed herself between the legs and moaned. She was absolutely bursting for the loo but with no other shops nearby open and no other toilets therefore available she stood there dancing on the spot with her hand between her legs in an absolute panic of what to do. Getting the bus home wasn’t an option as she needed food for her family and there was no way she would be able to wait for a bus anyway without peeing herself. She had no other option but to try and shop with an over full and desperate bladder. Pam wanted to cry. She pushed the trolley back out and into the fruit section quickly putting in bananas, apples, grapes, oranges and pears all whilst trying to stay decent. She walked to the vegetables and put in potatoes, carrots, onions, cauliflower, broccoli and leeks, all the while tapping her foot and biting her lip. She moved to the salad and bent over to put in a bag of mixed leaves, a cucumber, some tomatoes and celery when she felt warm dribbles leak into her knickers. Standing upright Pam panicked. She urgently HAD to get to a toilet. NOW. She looked around for a staff member seeing a pizza counter and raced over. Struggling to breathe she jiggled on the spot frantically as she tried to explain quietly that she urgently needed to find a bathroom. The staff member shrugged and apologised saying unfortunately the bathrooms were locked ‘due to Covid’. Pam panicked as another dribble oozed out of her despite clamping her muscles shut as tightly as she could. Looking around for the quietest aisle she could she raced towards the make up, assuming it was quiet as no-one had anywhere to go currently. Checking no-one else was around she picked up a lipstick and pretended to look at it whilst bending forwards and grabbing herself. Silently, embarrassingly, Pam stood there helpless with the lipstick tightly in her hand still as another long spurt shot out, running down the inside of her leg and pulling into her sock. This time another spurt followed and Pam couldn’t stop as pee continued to flow freely down her leg squelching in her socks and trainers as her bladder relaxed and pushed the content squashed inside it out finally. Unable to do much else Pam casually placed the lipstick back on the shelf, pulled her trainer off and poured out the liquid amassed in it under the counter before putting it back on and pushing the trolley to the next aisle where she placed in some sanitary towels, shampoo and shower gel before continuing on with her full weeks grocery shop hoping that with everything else going on in the world right now that no-one would see that she had wet herself in desperation due to the restrictions of a worldwide epidemic. Everyone would remember the pandemic, thought Pam, but for her it would forever remind her of the panic on finding the ladies locked and what happened as a result.
  9. Obedient Omar Omar was nervous and excited as he logged into the familiar site online. Alone in his flat, as always, on his seventh week in lockdown due to a worldwide pandemic, life should have been boring by now. Perhaps it would have been had he not started week 1 by signing up to a worldwide dating site as he downed a few more beers than normal. ‘Best decision I have ever made’ he thought as adrenaline gave him the biggest smile and even made his penis twitch with anticipation. Casey was online just as they had planned. ‘Hey handsome! Fancy meeting you here! You still ok for tonight?’ ‘Absolutely!’ There was something different about online communication that put Omar at ease so much quicker. Maybe it was the comfort of being in his own home, or the ability to switch off anytime he felt uncomfortable or maybe it was the fact that it was just so much more private and intimate. Whatever it was it was sure making his connection with Casey much hotter and far more enjoyable than he ever thought possible. Last night things had developed rather quickly and what had started as friendly chat had turned into Omar becoming highly aroused to the point of no return. Casey had not only been happy about it she was even actively supporting, touching herself exactly as Omar himself wanted to do to her, slowly stripping herself in ways he described on messages and via video, and saying words that caused his body to react very strongly indeed.The two hour video interaction had been so sexually tantalising that Omar had cum on camera whilst Casey watched on not just once but twice! Just seeing her again in a beautiful revealing top and an inviting smile made his brain replay everything in all its glory causing his penis to rise already. But tonight was HER turn. Omar was determined about that. Casey had taken him to a place of absolute ecstasy and whilst he’d love nothing more than to return there tonight again he had enough self control and respect for Casey to want to repay the favour. He knew she was attracted to him, she’s already said and done enough to prove that, but she’d never actually orgasmed yet on camera and Omar longed to see her do so. So in the aftermath of an intensive and highly erotic evening he had agreed to be her slave tonight and do anything she wished that might give her pleasure. He’d even dug through cupboards and drawers and made a trip out for ‘essentials’ to complete the items on her list. He smiled as he now showed her the handcuffs, whip, the cans of bear and bottle of wine, the towel and the clean underwear. He was game for most things and if Casey wanted to reenact her favourite scenes from Fifty Shades then that’s what he would do. That’s certainly what the items seem to be leading to in his mind anyway. As they made light conversation Casey requested he drink the beer ‘to loosen up’ and Omar was happy to oblige. A while later, when that can was empty she loosely suggested he have another ‘after all you might be getting hot and sweaty later’. Omar liked the sound of that and happily drank more. When that finished Casey laughed and joked that what she had planned would work even better if Omar was ‘relaxed as much as possible’ so actively encouraged another beer. Omar couldn’t refuse since he’d agreed to be obedient and let her be the master. Besides, he was definitely having fun and it was easy to drink when someone else was turning you on, teasing you and getting excited in return. When Casey began touching her breasts and smiling Omar wondered what might be coming next. So far things were fun, but tame, as Casey finally seemed to remember the handcuffs. Omar waved them on camera but as he stood up to do so he found himself moving from foot to foot a little more than normal. He was feeling flushed so took off his shirt and showed off his hairy, toned and muscular chest. Casey ran her fingers over her breasts and ran her tongue simultaneously around her lips in delight. The glimmer in her eyes showing she liked what she saw. ‘Are you wanting me to handcuff myself? Would you like that?’ ‘Maybe soon’ Omar returned to the seat at his computer crossing his legs beneath him as he realised the beers were definitely affecting him. If Casey wanted him handcuffed he might take a quick break first. ‘If it’s going to be later could I maybe take a minute first?’ ‘Why? You ok?’ ‘Yeah, just nipping to the bathroom. I won’t be a minute babe.’ ‘But wait a minute! Wasn’t I meant to be the master tonight?’ ‘Yeah of course! Please master may I take a minute to pee?’ ‘Master says no’ Omar laughed. He wasn’t expecting that but hey he had said Casey was in change and she did seem very excited, which was exactly what he wanted. It wasn’t too bad anyway. So he laughed and replied. ‘Ok. Master rules. So what’s next? Handcuffs? ‘Not yet. What about some wine?’ ‘Really? Ok boss!’ Omar popped the wine and poured himself a glass while Casey watched on screen. At least she had some too so that wasn’t as bad. The only problem was pouring the wine was highlighting the fact he really did need a piss. It would go away or die down soon enough, he hoped, as he dutifully starting drinking the wine. It tasted sweeter than the beer but none the less pleasant. Casey was great company and chatting and playing was a great distraction to his bladder, though he was aware that he was moving around a lot more on his chair and tapping his leg now and again. He thought he would chance asking again. ‘Emmm master, would it be ok if I had a quick piss? I’ll be right back?’ ‘Master says no’ Casey might have been saying no but her smile, cheeky look and actions showed she wasn’t trying to hurt him and clearly just messing around and having fun. Had he not been drinking so much Omar may have realised sooner what was happening but being a little ‘tipsy’ and determined to bring Casey to climax tonight he was too distracted and inebriated to realise that it was actually his desperation to piss that was interesting Casey and turning her on. Still not realising the connection Omar happily obliged when Casey insisted he had another glass of wine even if he did say twice during it that he ‘really needed a pee’. All Omar could see was that Casey was thoroughly enjoying herself and evidently getting turned on and that the only person responsible was him, which pleased him greatly. So when Casey requested he take off his jeans and sit with just his light blue boxers on Omar was only too happy to oblige. ‘Then can I take a quick piss?’ ‘No sexy! Then you can pick up the whip!’ Casey was laughing but she herself had now stripped down to her underwear, sporting a very flattering red lace bra and matching knickers that accentuated every curve and asset of her beautiful figure. Despite very much needing to empty his bladder Omar couldn’t help but feel turned on by seeing her and his hand drifted naturally to his half erect penis. Casey clearly noticed, remarking quickly: ‘Is it that bad you have to hold yourself like a kid?’ ‘What? Oh sorry! It’s just...it’s just that...wow you are are very beautiful woman Casey and you make me want to touch myself ok! Fuck baby you are very hot. So what have I to do with this whip? Where have I to whip myself master?’ ‘Whip yourself?’ Casey laughed, ‘Nowhere! I want you to sit up on the chair slave, bring your knees up so your feet are on the chair too and then using that whip I want you to tickle you feet with it!’ ‘Ah! Fuck! I’ve got it! That secret fetish of yours...you have a foot fetish! I told you I would work it out!’ Casey laughed, a sexy, erotic laugh that Omar loved so much as he dutifully and obediently used the whip as best he could to tickle his feet. He hadn’t expected it to be ticklish but goodness it really was. So ticklish in fact that he suddenly had to grab his dick tight as an urgent and strong need to empty his bladder overtook his body so suddenly he though he would explode. ‘Oh God! Please master can I go piss? I’m bursting here!’ ‘Master says no. Sorry! Now have you got the handcuffs?’ ‘Yes. They are...here they are! Oh come on...can’t I just have a quick slash? I seriously am desperate baby’ Omar hadn’t quite managed to let go of his penis as waves of desperation continued to hit him hard. Now very much squirming and clearly uncomfortable Casey seemed to be getting more and more aroused by the minute. Distracted by his urgent need and unable to stop fidgeting Omar still hadn’t made the connection between his desperate state and the exponential increase in Casey’s libido. ‘So slave, how bad is this need to go pee pee? You aren’t going to leave me just as I am about to climax are you? Now did I do such a thing to you yesterday? No I didn’t. You are a grown man and it’s not much to expect you to wait until I get my promised satisfaction now is it? It’s not like you are going to piss yourself is it?’ Omar, squirming madly on his chair, his bottom pushed right back against the chair and his back leaning forward with one hand tightly between his crotch and the other gripping the arm of the chair as his legs swung, bounced and scissored in and out, so wanted to please Casey, be obedient to her commands and bring her delight, but yet he had to admit, even if reluctantly, that that final question may yet become a very embarrassing reality very soon. ‘I will obey. But oh my God I actually can’t remember EVER having to piss this fucking badly!’ ‘Does this help?’ Casey undid her bra letting it drop suddenly to the floor as she stood close to the camera giving Omar a full on view of her firm, plump and sexy breasts as she licked her fingers sexually and twiddled her own nipples one by one. As bursting as he was to piss Omar had to admit this girl was as hot as they came! He stroked his aching penis with arousal, fully aware that had his bladder not been about to explode any second he would be edging himself extremely close to climax by now, especially now Casey had removed her knickers revealing a closely shaven and very wet vagina with a very hard clitoris. ‘Oh God you are beautiful Casey!’ ‘And you are a good slave turning me on. So handcuffs...Omar handcuff yourself to your seat. Talk to me about how badly you want release. You are so fucking sexy when you are desperate to piss like this. In fact, do you want another beer? You look like you are sweating there and I don’t want you being thirsty. In fact I demand you have another beer then handcuff yourself to the back of the chair you are sitting on. You can put the towel under you first if you want. I am very close to orgasm here you know. Very close indeed.’ ‘And I am fucking going to piss myself! Is that what you want to see? A grown man piss his underwear because you handcuffed him to a chair and made his desperate bladder burst? Oft you drive a hard bargain but God you are the sexiest thing ever! Is that buzzing I hear?’ Casey had straddled her chair naked, her nipples hard and erect, her face flushed and her buzzing vibrator rubbing against her dripping vagina as she ran her other hand through her hair and moaned. Oman, ever obedient, stood from his chair, dancing around and marching on the spot, opened the final beer and drank as much as he could whilst twisting his body to prevent himself from having an accident. He swirled the can at the camera so Casey could hear how much he had drank. Finally the penny dropped and Omar looked directly into the camera head on whispering erotically: ‘I think I’m gonna piss myself. I really can’t hold this much longer! I’m just so bursting, so desperate, I need to fucking piss so bad. Oh please master may I piss before i soak my underpants?’ Casey’s response was as Omar predicted as he watched her pant, insert the dildo inside herself as her eyes lit up with passion and desire. ‘Your fetish! It’s...it’s people pissing themselves isn’t it?’ ‘Just do as you are told slave! Get those handcuffs on!’ Casey continued to play with herself openly and pleasurably while Omar fidgeted, held himself, pee danced like a little child, and moaned as he sat naked, other than his boxers, onto the metal computer chair with the towel on top as he tried to handcuff himself to the back of the chair whilst trying to not piss himself. He had to go oh so badly that it hurt. He couldn’t stand or sit still now and couldn’t dare allow his hand to stop gripping his aching penis. He could feel the weight of the liquid in his bladder and even see how distended it was. It was going to come out wether he wanted it to or not. Omar scissored his legs in and out, crossed his legs and squirmed as Casey pleasured herself more, sliding the buzzing toy in and out as she moved closer to the camera allowing Omar to see and hear everything. The dripping wet vulva, the throbbing lips, the squelching of her juices all making Omar’s heart skip a beat. Against anything he had ever experienced before he couldn’t help but be amazed that despite the fact he was seconds away from exploding with litres of warm piss his aching penis was now hardening and longing with passion too. Casey moaned with passion as Omar moaned in desperation, making Casey moan more in passion and desire even more. As Casey slid the vibratory in harder, faster and deeper Omar squirmed more, moaned more and begged more to be released to piss. ‘Oh God it’s going to come out any second. I can feel it! I can’t hold back!’ Casey increased her pleasuring and edged closer to climax on camera as Omar let out a whimper as a sudden strong wave of urgency hit and, unable to grab himself to prevent it, a shot of warm urine spurt from his erect penis soaking the crotch of his light blue boxers and causing his thighs to glisten with warm liquid and his boxers to cling to his erect penis. ‘Shit! I just leaked. I’m going to explode any second Casey! Please please let me piss! I’m begging you master! It’s so absolutely urgent that I go now! I can’t wait another second longer! This is so embarrassing and humiliating but I honestly am about to burst! Oh master take pity on me! I beseech you to just release me to piss please. I’ve been holding so so long. I’ve been such a good boy! But...oh God...I can’t wait....too many beers, too long a wait...I can’t do this much longer...’ Omar could see the effect he was having, albeit that he was genuinely desperate and not just trying to bring Casey to orgasm. He couldn’t help but notice how she moaned, responded and reacted as her eyes lit up watching his every move and listening to his every word. Just like he had been putty in her hands the previous night she was putty in his hands tonight, seconds away from exploding in her own way as he was seconds from exploding with urine. Time seemed to stand still as both edged ever closer to climax, Omar begging and squirming, his penis twitching and throbbing as Casey rode her vibrator edging closer to climax, moaning and gasping in urgency. Omar bit his lip, bouncing both legs furiously as he closed his eyes and let his head rest back. He clenched as hard as his muscles could as his hard penis shook and twitched in agony for release. ‘Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! It’s not gonna stop!’ Casey moaned loudly as she reached her point of no return simultaneously as he head tipped back, her heart raced and her body swelled the dildo fir all she was worth as droplets of warm fluid squirted out of her pussy in time with warm liquid oozing from Omar’s erect penis. Omar swore as urine soared through his urethra causing his penis to pound against his soaked boxers as urine soared in the air and poured back down over his belly button, along his stomach and around his thighs, the warm liquid sending shivers right through his body as his moons of relief blending into one with Casey’s. Omar couldn’t stop. He briefly paused only to immediately restart with a surge so strong he thought he might rocket off the chair! He was drenched, totally and thoroughly right from his chest to his toes. But by God did he feel relief like he never had before. Casey climaxed twice as she watched and listened to everything Omar did, shaking with ecstasy and a sense of fulfilment. After a minute Casey broke the silence first: ‘God you really had to go didn’t you Omar? Fair play that was bloody amazing mate. I really need a shower after that!’ ‘Me too! Master, is it ok if I can be released for that?’ ‘Master says yes. Master would also love to do that again sometime. Same time tomorrow?’ ‘Yes! Oh and make sure YOU have plenty of wine this time. See you tomorrow!’
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    I accepted the dare posed by @Atrix the other day. I made sure to get real full before letting loose in my bedroom. I thought my roommate was asleep, which made me nervous when I heard shuffling feet downstairs as I soaked myself!

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  11. View File Wetting dare I accepted the dare posed by @Atrix the other day. I made sure to get real full before letting loose in my bedroom. I thought my roommate was asleep, which made me nervous when I heard shuffling feet downstairs as I soaked myself! Submitter themerger Submitted 03/28/2020 Category Male  
  12. Kneading Knight Knight woke early as was his usual routine. Starting work at 5:30am in the supermarket bakery he had little choice but to. However today he needed a little extra time to get ready. Having been through a thorough and rigorous interview stage Knight had been chosen to represent the company on their social media accounts in adverts for their own make of fresh bread. Knight was excited. He walked the mile to work in the dark and cold, clocked in and changed into his bakery gear. The film crew were already setting up and Knight was fitted with a microphone and extra lights were set up. Knight was to be filmed as if it was a typical shift as he made bread of all different types and prepared them for sale. Knight had been chosen for his character, his baking ability, his outstanding cleanliness and his physique. Dark skinned, lean, with jet black silky hair he was lovely to look at as well as being great at baking. At just 25 he also had the youth appeal that the company strived for on social media. Knight washed his hands and took a drink of water as the heat from the extra lighting made him warm already. He’d already had a large cup of coffee before leaving home with his breakfast. He prepared the water and yeast beating it until it bubbled and placed some flour on the work surface which was spotlessly clean. ‘Stop. Let’s take some still pictures before you go on Knight. This is so perfect and will really promote the image we want. Just pause and stay exactly as you are.’ Knight paused, bemused at the sudden interest in all things bread but excited at the prospect of being on show. ‘Right, as you were again’ Knight stopped to drink some more water. He’d never felt so warm in the open plan kitchen as he was today. He proceeded to pour more flour onto the surface of the worktop in ten identical circular piles. It was standard to make ten loaves at once followed immediately by ten others until the correct amount was ready for sale before cleaning up and starting on the next type of bread. With ten piles of flour all in circles neatly Knight checked each one before having another beat of the large mixture of yeast and water. It was while beating the water mixture that Knight felt his first twinge. He ignored it and walked to the first batch of flour, pouring an exact amount of mixture and mixing with a fork until it formed a slightly sticky dough. He placed the fork in the sink and began kneading. Another twinge. He was too busy for such things right now but this one lingered a little longer and Knight moved from foot to foot briefly whilst kneading. Each loaf took ten minutes to knead and with nine more still to do Knight quickly calculated that he had 90 minutes before he could use the bathroom as the bread needed to be ready for 9am for the morning rush. Thankfully a colleague was already nearby working on the other products like pancakes, morning rolls, cakes and hot cross buns. With the oven already on and the extra lighting Knight was beginning to sweat. He placed the first kneaded dough in the fridge to settle and moved into the next. Pouring more water and yeast mixture set off Knight’s bladder again and another twinge hit. ‘You ok to film this Knight? This is great stuff mate. Keep it up.’ Knight smiled and before beginning kneading the second dough he drank some more water. He kneaded the dough moving a little more than he did with the first one. Inwardly he cursed his bladder for filling so fast as finally the second dough was ready to be put in the fridge. Once again Knight washed his hands, the running water aggravating his growing need to pee. By the fifth dough Knight was really aware that he could do with a toilet break. However, not only was he being filmed but he had a time limit on the task which needed complete. The ovens were already on to warm and Knight had to get the bread in to bake soon. He kneaded at the bread imagining he was kneading somewhere altogether more personal as his legs moved behind the worktop and his toes curled trying to hold back his bladder. ‘Fantastic stuff. Knight you are outstanding at kneading, my man. You do it with such passion and intensity like your life depends on it. Absolutely brilliant! Keep it up.’ Knight WAS needing like his life depended on it as his bladder filled more and more and his penis ached to be pressed or squeezed or even better whipped out of its enclosure in his clothes and free to explode. Another hand wash and this time Knight was really struggling to remain composed. He was jiggling his legs as the warm running water over his hands send strong urges from his bladder for release. Still he had kneading to complete. He dried his hands and poured the water and yeast mixture onto the sixth lot of flour. Leaning on the worktop Knight squeezed his upper legs together and leaned forward. He’d never had to go as much in a shift as he did now, but then again he always went right before his shift started and with all the preparation for filming he had completely forgotten this morning. Now he was definitely regretting that. Knight kneaded with his teeth clenched and sweat on his forehead. He pressed the dough against the worktop with both hands and rubbed, squeezed and massaged it in every direction as he rubbed his own crotch as discreetly as possible against the worktop out of sight. ‘You’re a master at this. It’s like you knead with every single part of your body. It’s incredible to watch. The way you move, almost dance as you knead that dough...sublime mate. This will be world class I can feel it. It’ll go viral!’ Knight had almost forgotten about the cameras as his own bodily needs intensified continually. He was bursting for release now, barely able to stand still, sweating and very uncomfortable and rather nervous he might not be able to hold off until all the bread was in the oven. But he had to. He just HAD to somehow hold. Knight wanted to scream as he washed his hands yet again. He bent one leg behind him and muttered ‘oh God’ to himself. This was something else. He longed to run to the loo and relax but that wasn’t an option. Neither was pissing himself though, and as he dried his hands on the towel he couldn’t stop himself having a quick grab at his throbbing penis which was now half erect and moving now and again of it’s own doing as it tried in vain not to release. Three more doughs. Just half an hour or so to go. Knight bit his lip and poured the water and yeast mixture into the pre arranged flour. He hopped on one leg as he did so almost losing his balance. ‘Knight you ok?’ ‘Em...do you need to keep filming still? I’m almost finished then these go in the oven. It’s the exact same as I have done so far if you feel you have enough?’ Knight longed for the cameras to be shut off. He was so close to wetting himself and feared this might end up on film. He couldn’t stand still at all now moving around with his legs non stop as he wiggled and squirmed as he kneaded dough number 7. ‘What do you think Stu? You got enough of the kneading yet?’ ‘Absolutely not! I could watch this stuff forever. It’s captivating, drawing, almost addictive..and it’s got a strange sort of sexual feel about it somehow too. I actually had no idea this would be so...entertaining? It’s like the longer he does this the more...intense...gratifying even it gets. I’m going to keep going right to the end Knight. You are going to have fans all over the place with this stuff. I guarantee you that!’ ‘Well Stu knows his stuff Knight so you just keep on with whatever you are doing. It’s obviously exactly what everyone wants.’ Knight wanted to cry. In fact his eyes filled with tears regardless as his whole body fought to keep his bladder at bay. How could people actually enjoy watching anyone kneading he wasn’t sure but he absolutely needed very badly to use the toilet and he was certain if he didn’t go soon his body would just go regardless. Just two doughs now. He could do this. He tensed his entire body as he washed his hands quickly. Filming or not he had to do whatever it took now to prevent an accident. He poured the penultimate mixture onto the flour and began forking it together. A sudden and very strong urge hit and Knight pressed the dough hard against the worktop with both hands as if pressing his own dick. He pulled at the dough and pressed right again working the dough between his hands exactly as he longed to work his own testicles and penis, all the time his crotch pressing against the worktop and circling and pounding as if he was with his wife, his penis getting more erect and longing as he did so. Losing himself in the moment as another strong urge pounded Knight bent forward and leaned heavily on the counter as he tensed his whole lower body in an attempt to keep his piss inside. Knight moaned softly as his hands continued kneading the dough while his lower body pulsated in urgency. ‘It’s like you are in a whole different universe Knight. Like you have transported yourself somewhere and every fibre in your body feels and responds to your kneading. It’s making my hairs stand up it’s so good. What’s your secret?’ ‘Mmm. Grrr. Ahhh’ ‘See what I mean Alex. We absolutely couldn’t have missed this. He just gets better and better the longer he’s kneading! Are you watching this?’ Knight put the ninth dough in the fridge and washed his hands, this time aware his body was starting to really struggle as a few drips leaked out his aching anatomy between his legs. Thank goodness for his underwear, work trousers and bakery apron which between then should conceal the urine that he had felt leak out the tip of his manhood. But Knight was determined. One last dough and then he could run off to the lavatory before filling the ovens. Ten more minutes. Knight raced over to the final dough clumsily pressing his thighs tight together. He curled his toes, tightened his muscles and bounced on the heel of his feet as he twisted his body and screamed at it internally to hold on just a bit longer. He could hardly look as he poured the last of the water and yeast mix onto the flour and forked it together. Twisting his legs, bouncing up and down and swaying from side to side he placed the fork aside and put the sticky dough in his hands as the cameras continued to roll. Knight rolled it into a loose sausage shape then caressed the dough up and down then holding it in one hand he let the dough relax and flop and land on the table loosely as his own anatomy of the same shape shook inside his underwear ready to explode with warm urine. Knight pressed his thighs against the worktop in a last ditch attempt to stop himself pissing ferociously. His heart was beating fast, his forehead swearing, his mouth clenched and even his buttocks tensed while his hands worked the dough from hand to hand despite his hands sweating intensely. Knight moaned softly as he massaged the dough for the final time. Suddenly he went stiff and slipped a hand under the work top to grab between his leg. As he did so he could feel a spurt pushing out of his dick despite every ounce of his concentration trying to prevent it. He dropped the dough in a dish and hobbled to the fridge, quickly placing it there then rushing off without even saying t8 the crew where he was going. Off camera Knight grabbed himself openly bending forwards as he pushed the double doors with his head and aimed for the nearest bathroom. He’d never in his life had to piss so bloody badly and he wasn’t sure he’d even make it. Knight pushed the toilet door open with tears in his eyes and an aching bladder that pushed against the tied apron around him. Knight had no time to lock the door as he pulled the apron aside, unzipped his trousers fly, fished out his damp and weary dick from his boxers and held it over the toilet. Immediately a rush of warm fast urine soared out of him splashing loudly and foaming in the toilet beneath him. Knight pissed then pissed some more. He couldn’t stop even if he tried as a lone tear dropped down his dark face wetting his sweaty back hair as it did so. ‘Good God Almighty that was close!’ Flushing and tucking himself back in Knight could feel his underwear very damp and warm but his trousers only showed a small amount of wetness covered well by his apron. He washed his hands again and headed back to fill the ovens. The crew filmed some bread rising, being sliced and package and even being picked from the shelves. A week later the short film was released across the whole social media company network. Within days, as predicted it went viral. Knight was even invited onto day time TV where the talking point was his unique and sexy way of kneading. Knight was too embarrassed to admit what his secret was or why he moved the way he did when being filmed. One night days later in the comfort of his own home he browsed Facebook and saw a clip with the title ‘supermarket baker desperate to piss whilst kneading bread’. It was liked 71.3 million times and shared worldwide. Knight read the comments laughing ‘we’ve all been there!’ ‘He looks pretty bursting to me!’ ‘Wonder if he made it?’ Knight thought about replying but he needed to do something first. He was rocking on the couch about to piss himself having had one too many beers but wanted to watch himself first before he went. Thank goodness the advert was just a few minutes long. He didn’t think he’d last otherwise!
  13. A/N: This story takes place after the end of the new Star Wars movie The Rise Of Skywalker. There is spoilers from the movie in this story, so if you haven’t seen the new movie then don’t read this and wait until you have seen it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Hey guys I’m Rey, I’m sorry I couldn’t finish all my naughty stories. It’s was because I had to fight the Emperor, who actually turns out to be my grandfather. Yeah my grandfather, anyway the last time we caught up was on Ahch-To where I pissed myself. Now let’s get back to the more recent update, after I defeated my Grandfather, I decided to come and live on Tatooine (the birth place of Luke and Anakin Skywalker), I have spent a whole week here now and even though Tattooine is a desert planet like Jakku I prefer Tattooine better because I am free from being a scavenger and give my salvage to Unkar Plutt and sleeping in that dreadful At-At walker where the toilet was broken and I didn’t live a great life. Anyway, I sometimes work part time as a scavenger and I help the Jawas with their scavenging. But most of the time I’m living in a much better lifestyle than before and be very naughty most of the time, exactly like today.” ”Today was my day to help the Jawas scavenging, we spotted an old X-wing and no I ain’t talking about Luke’s one it’s a complete different model. We then do the work on it and it was at this moment when I detached one of its Blissex, which heads to the Pilex driver (the thing that makes it start) and I detached the other one and the ship will never run again. The Jawas uses these Blissex and Pilex drivers to build droids, fix their ship or just as an item to trade, as I said to myself Another day, another ship to scavenge. I’ve never minded it. I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember and at the of 12 and now I’m 20. Then I slide into the bow of an X-wing and start on the fuel injectors. Within minutes, the first injector comes out with ease, on Jakku most scavenging X-Wings injectors don’t come out with so ease, because some other people removes all the most important parts and makes it jam. That has always been the blame I put on when I wet myself in its cockpit. This planet is exactly like Jakku with its weather patterns and I have to keep the heat off, I have to drink water. So I stop every half an hour to a break to take a drink of water. Onen thing about me is that I always have much more water than I need and makes me more desperate to pee. I then get back to the fuel injectors, after another 15 minutes, I have all of them out and lying on the sand as I give them one by one to the Jawas. They give me some credits (Tattooine’s currency and its the same in Jakku) for my personal use or whatever use. I jump onto my speeder bike and ride it back to where I stay, I can already feel that I’m starting to get a full bladder. Oh yeah I forgot to say that I live close to the main town and not in a remote area, like on Jakku and there usually a lot of traffic back home at sundown and I always try to leave work earlier to avoid the traffic, but it was really bad now. I got to the turn off, but the traffic is already there and I had to wait in this traffic. My bladder was getting more fuller and soon it will be aching for its release and I don’t want a repeat of what happened when I first got here I got drunk and pissed myself while drive I had to spend a lot of time cleaning the seat and I don’t want that happening again. The traffic was decreasing slowly, but my bladder was increasing slowly. I was scared I thought that the end was coming soon and that the inevitable process will happen. The traffic decreased fully, in simpler words it went away and by that reckoning I already had a full bladder. As soon as turned left towards home I glance down toward my hand and am shocked by what I see. My bladder is now stretched to its absolute limit to contain the flood within, and I think it’s about four inches. I slip one hand into my panties and brush past my clit to my urethra, there I can feel the pee at the very tip of my pee hole and it’s driving me insane with fear. With my hand still stuck into my panties I felt a spurt come out of my slit and I apply more pressure, but my second spurt tells me I should get home quickly I completely drench myself and clean the seat again. I take my hand out of my damp panties and I haul myself up and with one hand I am applying pressure onto my crotch. I can see home, but despite constant pressure, my muscles begin to tire. This is resulted by another spurt making it’s way out of my lips. And another. Soon, I have a slow but steady stream coming out of my aching pussy.I try to clamp it off, but my muscles refuse to respond. I shove my hand into my urethra and I try to stop the flow by use the force on my bladder I put it’s spurting flood back into my urethra, but it won’t hold for much longer. Now my bladder responds. It wants relief and it wants it now! My sphincters decide that the moment is to completely relax, but I try to fight it. I park the speeder in the driveway and I race to the door, I can’t open it with the key because if I did I would start wetting myself, so I used the force. The door mechanism opened and let me in, I used the force to close it as I ran towards the nearest bathroom. I open the door and close the door by the same method as the front door. I took my hand of my crotch and took off my pants and panties off, I stat down quickly on the toilet in seconds my bladder released it’s hold and I moaned heavily because I just made it. I spent the rest, just enjoying the relief. I scream as what seems like all the water on Kamino pours out of my lower lips from my tortured bladder. Almost instantaneously a second one hits, this time like the Carbon Ridge falling on me, I enjoy what I can about my desperation and it’s relief. My stream dies down and wipe my vagina and I stand up and flush the toilet. I pull up my panties and pants and I walk into the kitchen and pick out a bottle of water and I drink the whole 1 litre bottle up and I walk to the bedroom, where I strip down until I am fully nude. Now as I am naked I get onto the bed and into the covers and I fall asleep with a full litre of water in me and it would be a wonderful thing to play with in the morning. To Be Continued...
  14. Moaning Moses Moses refreshed him emails yet again almost crying with relief to see what he had been waiting for: In the midst of a global epidemic his home country were coming to his rescue. He had a place on the final repatriation flight to Manchester and he was flying that night. Moses read and reread the email, his small case already packed in preparation. He’d been over on an extended break visiting his cousin and supporting him in setting up his new business but when the town, then city then pretty much the whole of Greece became engulfed in the outbreak of SD1 Moses had started to panic that he’d never get home. Hundreds were ill and thousands being tested daily and Moses didn’t want to be among them. Nervous, but grateful, his only way to get to the airport that night was taxi as public transport had been halted in a bid to contain the spread of the virus. The airport felt eerily quiet with just one flight leaving and the only staff wearing masks and gloves. In addition every passenger had their temperature taken and their blood pressure and heart rate noted before being approved to board. Finally Moses was shown to his window seat for the five hour flight to the U.K. He safely stowed his bag in the overhead compartment and had just closed it over when he was joined by a couple and their young baby who occupied the seats beside him. With no other flights landing or taking off the special government paid flight was taxiing down the run way and taking off in no time at all. Moses made himself comfortable and was grateful for the on board refreshments accepting a cup of tea then a bottle of water and a oat bar before dosing to sleep. A couple of hours later Moses woke feeling a twinge in his bladder. The seatbelt light was off though he still had his on and he decided he’d head to the toilet. The plane lights had been dimmed but even in the low lighting Moses quickly made out that the couple beside him were both sleeping with the young baby asleep in the mother’s arms. Moses stood up as much as he could but it was obvious he wouldn’t be able to squeeze past without waking all three. He wasn’t desperate so decided to wait and see if they woke soon. In the meantime he tried dosing again and looking out the window. Three hours into the flight and both passengers bedside him were in a deep sleep, snoring and open mouthed beside him. Moses crossed his legs and shifted in his seat, his bladder more persistent in its pressure now. By his calculations there was just an hour and a half left of the flight so surely they would wake soon and as long as he could go before landing he should be ok. He hoped so anyway. At least with both of the couple asleep and the lights dimmed no-one could see him giving himself a squeeze and a longer hold now and again. Still he tried to take his mind off things and opened his phone to play a game for a while and listen to some music. Moses couldn’t fully relax though as time continued on and he remained stuffed by the window with no way out. Several times he thought about waking the couple beside him and had they not had a young baby he probably would have. He was uncomfortable and could feel his bladder hard against his waistband. Checking no-one could see he unclipped his trousers and gave himself yet another squeeze. This was turning out to be one of the longest flights he’d ever been on. Moses shuffled in his seat unable to sit in one position for long. He really needed to relieve his bladder and in all his moving he accidentally stirred the baby sleeping in his mother’s arms beside him. The baby began kicking and whining waking its mum and although embarrassed about waking them Moses at last thought he might get to use the toilet. Alas an announcement from the captain and the seatbelt lights coming on prevented him yet again. As the plane was beginning it’s decent low cloud was causing some turbulence and as a precaution the captain was asking passengers to remain seated with the seat belts fastened until they landed safely in Manchester. On arrival, he reminded them, they would be escorted through the airport by staff and into awaiting coaches where they would be taken to university accommodation which was being used as isolation accommodation for their 14 days isolation to prevent for their spread of the SD1 virus under health guidelines issued by the government. Moses sighed audibly and noticed both of the couple now look at him as the announcement had woken them up. With his hands resting over the top of his crossed leg Moses didn’t feel able to say what was wrong and instead muttered something about needing to stretch his legs. The male smiled back and replied that they would be landing soon and they too would be glad to have room to move, especially with a baby. Moses wanted to cry as he turned and looked out the small plane window. His bladder throbbed for release and he bounced his knee trying to distract both his mind and body. He was warm from the effort of holding and stressed at yet another hold up. At least the plane was coming in to land and he hoped he could hold off pissing at least until he was in the airport. He had to go so so badly he rubbed his aching bladder and shifted again in his seat. Finally Moses could see the tops of houses, tress and tiny cars. He just needed to tighten his muscles a little bit more and he would get to pee soon. Just the thought sent another wave and Moses had to lean forward and press a hand between his legs to prevent himself from spurting. Moses bit his lip and clenched his teeth whilst continuing to hold himself. He turned his body to face the window and slip his hand inside his open trousers, rubbing his aching penis and squirming in his seat. ‘You ok there?’ ‘Emmm. Yeah. Sort of. Cramp...’ ‘Nearly landing now.’ Moses wasn’t sure he’d make it. He was positively bursting for the toilet and had been holding off for hours. This was starting to hurt but with little choice but to hold he squirmed more as another wave surged through his body. The houses were bigger now, as were trees and vehicles and even roads. Landing at last. Moses suddenly realised he still had his trousers undone so he did his best to hook them back up. He breathed in and shuffled in his seat but it was no good, his bladder was far too enlarged for his trousers to close. He pulled his shirt out instead, hoping his trousers would at least stay up as he disembarked the plane. Finally the wheels of the plane pulled down and the plane landed on the ground. Moses grabbed himself as anticipation escalated his need and a few drops escaped into his boxers. This would be touch and go. Much to his relief the plane taxied to a hold and the engine was turned off. The baby next to him was restless and grisly adding to Moses stress. At least it distracted his parents though which meant they hadn’t noticed how harassed and sweaty he was and how he still grasped at his privates trying desperately to hold off from pissing. Much to Moses relief the couple gathered their belongings quickly and filled into the aisle ready to get off the plane. Still he hadn’t made it to the aisle yet or managed to get his luggage as he squirmed and moaned in desperation. As the aisle very slowly moved Moses finally made it to the aisle where he paced on the spot frantically as he reached up for his suitcase. Spotted by an air hostess due to his excessive sweating Moses was tapped on the shoulders. ‘Sir, are you feeling ok? You seem very hot and stressed?’ Moses looked at the immaculate air hostess, dressed smartly and looking beautiful and he just couldn’t find the words to admit his need. ‘Just keen too get off mam. It’s seemed a long flight and I’m tired.’ ‘No problem. There will be staff meeting you as you arrive at the airport sir but if your temperature is high you will most likely be taken to hospital. Are you sure you are ok?” The last place Moses wanted was hospital. A urinal, or even a toilet he absolutely would give anything for, but hospital wasn’t what he wanted in any way. Grabbing his case he almost ran off the plane and down the steps conscious he was dribbling urine drop by drop into his underwear. As he opened the door of the airport Moses quickly scanned for the gents but was horrified to find the entire airport closed and sealed except one are to exit. Staff in medical masks lined the way out towards a waiting coach as each passenger was pulled aside for some medical checks before being allowed on the coach. Waiting ambulances nearby clearly there to take those who showed any sign of illness straight to hospital. Moses clenched as tightly as he could willing his trousers to stay up. He’d only taken a few steps when he was pulled aside to be checked by a nurse. Moses places his bag on the ground and danced from foot to foot. Out if the corner of his eye he could see the toilets but couldn’t get to them as safety seals prevented him. The nurse put a band around his arm and asked him to stand still. Moses couldn’t despite openly now holding himself. As the band filled with air to take his blood pressure he could feel his face redden as another dribble leaked. ‘His blood pressure is raised’ A clip was placed on his finger as Moses bent forward clenching his penis. A minute later the nurse commented again. ‘Pulse is very fast too’ Finally a thermometer was placed in Moses ear as Moses moaned and pee danced despite being asked to stay still. ‘Temperature raised too. Can I have a paramedic to this one please’ Tears formed in Moses eyes as two paramedics approached. He crossed his legs and clenched tightly longing to say how badly he needed to piss but somehow unable to. ‘Sir are you feeling ok? Can you come this way please and have a seat in the ambulance. We just want to check you are ok.’ Moses found himself being escorted just a few feet away to an ambulance where he was taken into the back and the doors closed. Moses sat on the seat, squirming openly. Deeply embarrassed but just seconds away from pissing himself he wiggled in the chair for dear life. ‘I don’t have the damn virus. Honestly! I just have to fucking piss! Seriously I’m pissing myself here...’ With no hesitation at all one of the paramedics grabbed a sick bowl and handed it quickly to Moses who pulled his dribbling aching dick out and immediately let loose a long hard stream into the bowl. The urine fizzed and frothed as it swirled in the fast filling cardboard bowl and within 30 seconds Moses could see it wouldn’t contain all his bladder needed to empty. The paramedic gazed in amazement as he handed Moses a second bowl and he filled that one too, handing the full one to the paramedic in exchange. Finally Moses finished and breathed a loud sigh of relief. ‘Fuck I needed that!’ ‘It sure looked like it mate! Was there no toilet on the plane?’ Moses preceded to tell the story of how he had been bursting for hours whilst the crew took him to a pre arranged hospital where he stayed for 24 hours before being taken to the university campus to finish his 14 day incubation period. He didn’t catch SD1 and neither did he catch all his pee in time as he later discovered at the hospital when he next went to pee and found just how wet his underwear was. At least he was in his home country though and back with his family who never did find out how dramatic his repatriation flight home had been.
  15. I've had this story knocking around in my head for about four years, but never got to write it down until now. Enjoy. I feel like everybody has an embarrassing story about wetting themselves. Maybe you had to pee during a class and the teacher wouldn’t let you go. Maybe it was a drunken night out with a long train journey where you just couldn’t hold it any more. For some people (and I’m not judging) it’s a fetish thing and they do it on purpose. I never had any of that. My embarrassing story was the time I wet myself, by accident, aged 24. It was all thanks to one man, who I will simply be referring to as ‘him’ for the duration of this story. I was working at the time as a receptionist at a lovely little hotel on the coast. It was hands down the nicest job I ever had. My colleagues where amazing, the views were astonishingly good and the guests were rarely anything other than friendly and easy to deal with. I had a full time job I absolutely loved, I had very little in my life to complain about. But every time I clocked off, my heart sank knowing I had to go home to my then boyfriend; him. There had been two of us working the front desk on this particular day, this was quite common, checking in and checking out times were the only busy periods and even then we rarely had much of a queue because we were a small hotel and we had the process down to a fine art. During the rest of the day you pretty much had one person at the desk while the other person took care of other duties. This meant sitting for long periods of time drinking coffee which would work its magic on the bladder. This usually wasn’t a problem, I had got used to holding on for longer and got better at it. Most of the time, I didn’t even know how desperate I was until I got home. This was one of those days, I had started at eight in the morning and was finishing at five in the evening. The end of my shift was approaching and the last time I had gone to pee had been around lunchtime. I averaged about four of five cups of coffee during a working day, so my bladder was pretty full at this point. But it was fine, I would go when I got in like I always did. One of my favourite things about the job was the uniform. It was nothing special, but I looked pretty damn fine in it (if I’m allowed to say that). I wore a button-up shirt, a dark green blazer with my name tag on it (“Rachel”), and a loose-fitting skirt with tights and black heels. The blazer looked amazing on me because it complimented my long red hair, and because the skirt was loose-fitting I rarely felt much pressure on my bladder. I was also a little over-weight at the time and very few outfits looked good on me, so it was amazing to wear something I actually felt comfortable in. Even thinking about all the comments from him about my weight couldn’t knock my confidence when I wore that outfit. So five o’clock came, I collected my things, clocked out and headed for the bus stop. I noticed how uncomfortably full my bladder was when the bus starting knocking me about on the way home. But still, the journey home was not that long. I got off at the stop near our house and made my way down the driveway, not noticing anything odd at that point. I did notice that I was starting to hold my legs together, which was unusual because I never usually got this desperate. I was starting to rummage around in my bag for the front door key when I heard the voice from behind me… “Rachel?” It was him. He was sitting in our car, in the driver’s seat with the window down. “Hey” I said, slowly walking towards the car. I always approached any unusual behaviour with caution. “Are you just going out?” “We’re just going out” he said, not giving me any choice in the matter, though that was to be expected. “I want to take you out to dinner.” There’s was no way this was going to end well. “Ok, that’s nice” I said “where are we going?” “You’ll find out, won’t you?” He replied. “Ok, well let me just go and get changed and…” I had started to say before he cut me off. “I want you down here in five minutes, I don’t want to be late.” I didn’t need telling twice. I put my stuff down as quickly as I could, and rushed upstairs to get changed. I really had to pee, but there was no time to do that and get changed. Even then, I wasn’t worried about that. Wherever he was taking me, there would be a toilet I could use. I really was stupid back then. With no clue as to where we were going, I had no idea how to dress. I quickly put on a white blouse, my best pair of blue jeans and changed my heels for a nice pair of flats. I was dressed for all occasions, as far as I was concerned. Not dressed ideally for bladder failure, however I was not thinking about that just yet. I bolted down the stairs and out the door, locked the door behind me and got in the car. I was actually just over five minutes, but I suspect the time limit was more power play than any actual concerns about punctuality. It was then I thought that I probably did have time to pee and was now desperate enough to realise that I should have done so. We drove for fifteen minutes, still with no indication of where we were going, my desperation getting worse now by the minute. Suddenly he pulled into a cul-de-sac, and stopped the car. Anxiety kicked in, my fear of what he was about to do was being enhanced by my fear of having an accident. He gave me the look. The puppy dog eyes. He’s not angry, I thought, he wants me to do something for him. “I want you to quit your job” he said, bluntly. “Oh for goodness sake” I said “Is this about my manager?” “I don’t the sound of him. The way you talk about him, it’s as if he’s eyeing you all up like a kid in a sweet shop.” This had been last night’s topic of discussion. I wished now I had kept my mouth shut. “He’s a creep” I said “But he’s the hotel manager, and I honestly don’t see that much of him. Also, I can look after myself.” “Please” he said, with the look “just do this for me.” “And what am I supposed to do then, for money?” He hated that I had my own money “You know how much I love that job.” “Please…” he started, before I lost it. “No!” I screamed “You know what, no. I’m sick of being a good girl and doing everything you ask me to. It’s my job. It’s one of the only things I still have that’s mine!” The face changed into the one I feared the most. I had made him angry. He started up the engine, and began to reverse out of the cup-de-sac. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, in terror. “I’m taking you back to work” he said, through his teeth “where I will ask to speak to your manager, and tell him exactly what I think of him.” Sadly, this was not even the worst thing he could have done. My fear of what he might do was very quickly getting usurped by what I was about to do to the car seat if I did not get to a bathroom very soon. “Fine” I said “But do it on your own, I am not going to be party to it. Take me home.” “If you want to go home, you can walk home” he said. “FINE!” I screamed “then let me out of the car!” He slammed on the breaks, leaned over and opened my door for me, clearly I was not capable of even doing that for myself. I stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut, glaring at him the whole time. He sped off without a moment’s hesitation. Only then, once he was out of sight, did I realise what a terrible mistake I had made. I was moments away from wetting myself, and I knew it. A quick Google search on my phone gave me the location of the nearest public toilet. It was quite a walk, but I thought I could make it. I left the cup-de-sac, every step causing me agony. The adjacent street was uphill, but had a park with restrooms at the top. As I made the ascent to the top of the hill I noticed an alleyway leading to a side street. I paused there for moment, aware that I was wasting precious time but also aware that there was no one around and this could be my golden (no pun intended) opportunity. I had never peed outside before, not even once. Even as a teenager getting drunk in the park, I had always made it to the toilet. But this was an emergency. I hobbled into the alleyway, had one last look both ways and quickly unbuttoned my jeans before pulling my jeans and panties down, exposing myself to the chilly air. I stood, bent over, bare backside, longing for release. But I couldn’t. I had come over all bladder shy. Of all the times to freeze up, this was not one of them. Come on, I thought to myself. You have to pee so bad, why can’t you just do it? I closed my eyes, and started to relax. Eventually, I managed to start a slow stream. I breathed in, ready to let out a sigh of relief, when all of a sudden, I heard footsteps. Shit. Someone was coming. The flow stopped on its own, and I quickly pulled my pants back up, and buttoned my jeans again. Seconds later, the pedestrian who’s footsteps had interrupted my progress walked past and gave me a polite smile. I returned the smile, whilst trying not to look like someone who was about to loose control. I looked down and viewed my work on the pavement, all that for the tiniest little splash on the ground. I stepped out of the alleyway, utterly devastated and continued the torturous journey up the hill to the park. It was in sight, but still so far away. Every step was bringing me closer to loosing control, but I kept going. One more step. Then another. Then another. And another. Until I knew, there was no way I was going to make it. My brain entered irrational mode. All sense of reason had disappeared, all I knew in that moment was that I needed to pee and it didn’t matter where. I was stood at the end of someone’s driveway, right by their front door was a very inviting looking flowerpot. Probably lovingly cared for and cherished, but I was not thinking about that. For all intents and purposes, it was a toilet. I started down the driveway, made it to the doorstep, let out a devastating moan while desperately holding myself. It was about to come out, I could feel it. I started unbuttoning my jeans again, when the front door opened and a very sweet looking lady was staring at me. “Can I help you?” she asked. Any other time, I would have adored this woman but right then she was the greatest monster who ever lived. I went into meltdown, started crying and couldn’t make sense of what was happening. I started to say “can I please pee in your flowerpot?” but even I realised that was the dumbest thing I could have said. I then tried to ask if I could use her toilet, but the words wouldn’t come. They got lost behind my sobs. She knew what was happening the same moment that I knew. The moment my bladder finally gave up, and started emptying into my panties, making a dark patch in the crotch of my jeans that was spreading outwards and down, filling my shoes and soaking my feet, making a monstrous puddle on this stranger’s doorstep. There was nothing I could do but let it happen. It was not going to stop until I had no more in me. Lord knows what she must have thought of me. A woman in her twenties, hardly able to speak, turns up just to piss in front of her house. I was too mortified to look her in the eye. I apologised through a sea of tears and walked home, head down, lower body soaked, crying all the way. I’m not with him anymore.
  16. This is based off of a former interactive story that I already posted, which I have turned into a normal story so I can just pump out content faster. Chapter 1 - A New Start ------------ "The store is now opening. Please stand back." Sophie sits patiently upon her shelf, inside of a red box around her size. Around her is a bunch of similar versions of herself, all too in boxes. The boxes have large plastic windows so people could see into them, and were all adorned with a golden yellow ribbon. They have flashy and colorful text and artwork on them, describing their contents. The date is September 3rd, 2030. After The Vapor Event of 2027 (which more or less essentially just involved a complete restructuring of human society, partially assisted by friendly aliens with intelligence-enhancing pumped into the atmosphere), humanity was seen at it's best. People lived lives of peace and prosperity, with even the "lowest" in society (like farmers) still being treated fairly and equally. Technological advancements came shortly after The Event, with advanced computing technology, fusion powered cars, high-rise cities that would rise to the height of what once was considered a low flying plane, and so on and so forth. Of course, humans were still a bit greedy and capitalistic at times, so of course, there was bound to be commercialism. A human company called Stellar Inc. created a special brand of toy-line, marketed at kids aged 6 to 16. You might think 16 was a bit high, but there was something special about these toys. They had almost human-like sentience. Now, according to the company, it wasn't "true" AI or "alive", but simply, in the CEO's words, a "damn good imitation of it." However, tech insiders have presented a large amount of evidence that shows the toys may actually be a true form of AI, so it's a huge field of debate. No matter what the consensus is, though, when the limited release debuted in Los Angeles, NC (New California) and Dallas, TX, (Texius), the toys practically flew off the shelves. You see, the toys were almost like easy-to-care-for pets. They could eat, drink, and even be fully bathed. To this day, nobody fully knows how the technology works. It seems to literally destroy itself via rapid corrosion if the toy is opened (which may or may not have caused a few minor lawsuits during early production), so the company is definitely trying to hold onto a trade secret as long as it can. The toy line, called "Your Best Friend", consists of many different kinds of toys for children, often an anthropomorphic kind, and even more often so a soft and plush-filled kind. There was the Jack line, which was hard and metallic, but could jump dozens of feet into the air (if given the space, of course). There was the Eddie line, which took on the form of a semi-soft elephant plush that could connect to the Internet and help tutor children. And then we come to the Sophie line, a line of teddy bears specifically directed at girls who wanted a new friend. They were all called Sophie, of course. They came in different colors and came with different (but swappable) hairstyles. Sophie is the newest line, and is scheduled for release on September 3rd, 2030 (at the low low price of 79.99). That's today! So now we go back to the one specific Sophie from earlier. She's a pink teddy bear with a cutesy semi-long hairstyle, colored brown in this instance. It even comes with a red headband to help hold it in place. Not that it really matters, though, since the hair itself is just velcroed on. Her eyes are essentially pure black, but have barely-visible white irises (cameras) that let her see. Her soft mouth has tiny actuators that can let the mouth open, which reveals an opening for food and drink to go into (fake tongue included). The box she's in also has a bunch of small accessories, like a fake birth certificate, a brush, and a liability notice (again, corrosion lawsuits). Sophie sighs. Today is the day she would be sold. She had made good friends with a bunch of other toys from the Your Best Friend line while she was in the store's stockroom, and was going to miss them. They were just afterstock from previous releases, and would probably just be left to rot on a clearance shelf within a few months. The employee near the store's doors puts his key into the door and twists it before removing it and quickly backing away, as a flood of customers rush through the automated sliding doors. They all instantly go towards the main round shelf near the doors, both kids and parents alike trying to fumble with them and grab them. Sophie herself was grabbed by a somewhat tired looking blonde-haired woman, who immediately went towards the checkout line. After witnessing a brief conversation between the woman and a cashier (with many words or phrases Sophie didn't understand, like "credit card declined" and "jiggle the chip reader a bit"), she was placed in a bag and eventually tossed into the back seat of a car. Sophie still wasn't fully activated yet, so she couldn't move or use her voice synthesizer. She was in a low-power mode. So, to pass the time, she enabled her diagnostics chip. ACTIVATING DIAGNOSTICS CHIP. 4 GHZ DoubleCore chipset working at low power. 64000 MB of RAM installed, 62000 MB available. Dual-audio E.A.R.S (Electric Audio Response Synthesizers) online. S.T.O.M.A.C.H (Super-efficient Top Operating Machine Activator Capsule, Huge) fullness = 0, ready for usage. B.L.A.D.D.E.R (UNABLE TO FIND ACRONYM TRANSLATION) fullness = 0, ready for usage. OperatingSystem = StoreMode Ah, yes, a few things to point out. First of all, the "brain" of any YBF was really just a basic computer the size of a penny. Keep in mind, the average desktop computer has around double the power of what you're seeing now, but the toy's specs were sufficient for seamless play. The ears of the unit were actually both microphones and audio synthesizing and processing chips, hence the acronym. The S.T.O.M.A.C.H (stomach) was a specially tailored containment unit... well, it's just a cool bag inside the toy. It has a special chip which will determine the simulated energy levels of the toy, encouraging it's owner to feed it food and drinks. Mostly stuff that isn't acidic or sticky. And of course, yes, we have the B.L.A.D.D.E.R. I don't know what this is supposed to stand for, but it holds waste liquid (basically pee). I'm not sure where solids go, but they certainly don't end up in the bladder. Don't worry, Sophies are housetrained, so they prefer to not just pee on the floor. The car pulls into the garage of a house, and a young girl rushes out of the door to greet the woman driving the car, presumably the girl's mother. Sophie soon finds herself on a table, inside a very nice upper-middle class modern house. The girl, who can't be any older than maybe ten or eleven years old, carefully opens the box and holds Sophie for the first time. Sophie's systems fully activate, prompting her to smile and wave at the girl. "Hi!" Sophie says. "Yay, you work!" says the girl. "I'm Emma. Come on, I'll show you my room!", she continues, before then dragging Sophie along with her up a spiraling staircase. As the duo steps into Emma's room, Sophie takes a moment to register the face of Emma, along with her nearby surroundings. The room itself is a rather stereotypical girl's room; the walls were pink and had lots of framed pictures and posters of girly stuff, there was a vanity and a desk with a sleek computer, a queen-sized bed with a lovely cotton bedspread... and a mini-fridge, among other things. (Wait, a mini-fridge?) Sophie thinks to herself as her optics refocus. It's not totally unorthodox for a mini-fridge to be in a bedroom, but a bit strange considering Emma was only around 11 years old. Not that Sophie really cares, though, as her S.T.O.M.A.C.H was starting to produce an audible rumble. Not that she really needs food to survive, of course, but her energy levels would remain low until fed. Emma notices this, and says "Oh, you must be hungry or thirsty or something, right? I got loads of stuff in here if you want something!". Emma opens the fridge, revealing some foods like a sandwich and soft-baked cookies, but it's mostly full of drinks, like water, lemonade, juice, Sluice (a brand of drink that was really just sugary water), and tea. ---- Sophie sits at a table across from Emma. As Sophie sips at a juice box, Emma asks "Well, do you like it here?" Sophie was ready for this kind of question. Luckily, Sophies have a few standardized responses ready, to maximize the bonding level between them and their owner, as do all Your Best Friend toys. Sophie says "Of course I do, but I like hanging out with you even more!". Emma giggles with a rosy look on her face, and says "Oh, why thank you, miss Sophie!", she says, before fanning herself with a book. "It sure is hot for September. Care for another box of juice?", she continues, pulling out a large carton of juice boxes. -Beep- WARNING. Ambient temperature is above recommended parameters. Cold fluid intake recommended to supplement cooling. Sophie, not wishing to overheat, gladly accepts the juice box, and leaves the empty one on the table. Emma twiddles her thumbs a bit, and then says "Want to play a game?" ---- Monopoly's a tough game. Sure, Sophie has the instructions to the game per-programmed into her memory, and had opposable thumbs to pick up objects, but due to her limited neural network systems, most of her time spent in the game involved just experimenting to see what would help her advance and what made her lose. And, yes, of course, Sophie has to go easy on Emma, since Sophie can still technically wipe the floor with Emma if she wanted to, but she'd rather lose if it meant making Emma happy. As Sophie plays, however, she begins to notice a small twinge in-between her legs. The feeling of some kind of pressure buildup. Yep, it'd be her B.L.A.D.D.E.R (which we shall simply call a bladder from now on) starting to fill up. The bladder's special LCA (Liquid Compression Augmenter) would allow a large amount of liquid to be compressed and stored in a tiny space without any of the usual risks of compressing liquids (like it exploding), and it had the capability of reducing the liquid's weight and noise, so anyone picking up Sophie wouldn't really be able to tell at all. Now, keep in mind, that doesn't mean it can be stored forever. Eventually, it needs to be let out. While the toy can theoretically hold around 2 cups of liquid for an extended period of time, the toy is also built to have artificial "pain" receivers. Stellar Inc. assures it's customers that while the toys can technically feel some kinds of pain (in case of physical damage), they cannot express it as a human would. As it turns out, bladder fullness can push on some of these pain receivers, signalling the need to empty it. So yes, getting back to the point, Sophie has to pee a little bit. Of course, it's not really setting off any stimuli sensors yet, just a small "weight" feeling, so she's going to ignore it. For now. "I'm booooored of Monopoly, Sophie.", Emma says. "Do you have some game ideas?" Sophie looks around. Outside, there is a large inflatable pirate ship floating in the pool. In the same yard, there's a tree with a tire swing, and and there's also plenty of space to play hide-and-seek anywhere. "Hmm, I have a few ideas..." ANECDOTE. This isn't a part of the main story, but is just a piece of interesting trivia. (Porn with plot is more interesting) Sophies are built with one purpose in mind: To be the most convincing imitation of life that can be integrated into a toy, but still be done so in a kid-friendly manner. Due to the previously mentioned Vapor Event of 2027, the technology for this was relatively cheap, but more advanced than pre-Event virtual friend/pet toys, while being on par with pre-Event virtual friend/pet toy prices as well. Sophies have special actuators that are built to be "flexible". You can barely even tell they're in the toy, but they allow Sophies to move their limbs. As such, Sophies can also pick up objects (albeit with varying degrees of success), walk around (albeit rather slowly), and make other movements (albeit rather limited ones). Sophies have special navigation and identification hardware and systems installed, allowing them to easily identify familiar locations, people, objects, and avoid tripping over things or losing balance. As for their ability to eat and drink, it's not fully understood why eating or drinking helps sustain the bots (Geiger counters suggest that a tiny cold fusion cell is installed in each toy, which is supposedly why food is technically optional), but one popular theory is that solid foods are processed into methane, which powers a special kind of micro-generator inside the toy's stomach area, thus creating electricity and warmth. Liquids are said to a similar effect, with sugars and carbs being processed into electrical energy via an onboard system, leaving only the water content. Oddly enough, the process of converting liquids into energy seems to produce a yellowing effect in the waste water, making it more reminiscent of urine (without the odd smell, of course). Sophies are programmed to simply hold onto this waste water until a suitable location is available to empty it. Generally, the toys will wait until they are at home and their host child is busy, away, or sleeping, which lets them sneak off to a toilet or other designated area. Stellar Inc. recommends having a stepstool near toilets to allow the toys to climb up and do their business without human assistance, but they also sell special Sophie-sized toilets, which are really just rebranded potties for toddlers. Of course, similar to early peeing-dolls, the hole for releasing it is located in the nether regions. Naturally, this can lead to some amount of lewding of the toys, but apparently someone's genitals got burnt off when they "used" the toy too hard and broke it, causing the corrosion effect to start. This would have led to a lawsuit, but the person gave up trying to sue when they realized how embarrassing it was. Finally, a last bit of info: They need to be treated nice. They have emotion. Even if Stellar Inc says it's an imitation of AI, even if the toys are programmed to avoid negative emotions... trust me on this one, you gotta be nice to them or they'll get sad. THIS STATEMENT MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE BEEN EDITED BY A STELLAR INC REPRESENTATIVE, SPECIFICALLY THE LINE DESCRIBING "LEWDING" OF THE SOPHIE LINE OF YOUR BEST FRIEND TOYS.
  17. I hope you enjoy, cause I sure did! Since they're too big to upload here I'll just share the drive links to them, again, I hope you enjoy~! I'll paste some pictures down here if I can instead! Love ya cuties~ https://drive.google.com/open?id=14IFO_J6iawqhJjzZ3tpaPZhEbZ98mK21 https://drive.google.com/open?id=1-HrFurrW9ZYbP0KswnQSWPH6oP3nW17I https://drive.google.com/open?id=13lCl8-dwNvq9Yr0UMHRffCTcaouHB6f5
  18. This is going to be be a long story so be warned And I would also like to apologize in case there are a few mistakes inside the story. I still struggle with the english language a bit. Lily's cousin, Jenna, once tried a water diet to lose weight and so she decided to do it as well even if Lily never had the necessity to lose a few pounds since she's always been in top shape, the curiosity however towards this method was strong and so she tried it out. For the whole week Lily did nothing but drinking gallons and gallons of water spending half of her time in the bathroom either at her workplace or at home. Almost every day she got home from work with a bursting bladder and her two kids Sarah (5) and Matt (8) were constantly mocking her the moment she got into the house because she was an adult woman that did the pee pee dance like little children. Lily knew that adults weren't supposed to cross their legs and bounce around and she felt a bit embarassed of her childish behavior in front of the kids. She kept saying to herself "tomorrow I will control myself" but every evening the desire for relief was strong, very strong and she couldn't help but pee pee dancing all the way from the car to the toilet, while ignoring Matt's and Sarah's laughter. "Did you pee your pants mommy?", she heard outside the bathroom door on a daily basis. Sometimes they even sneaked into the bathroom to see if she really peed herself. Lily always denied it, which was true even though she always leaked a bit in her panties but never told them out of embarassment. This went on for five days and then, the weekend came. Lily promised Sarah and Matt to spend an afternoon at the local playground. The kids were very excited and since it wasn't that far away from their home they walked all the way there. While they were walking Lily felt a slight, harmless pressure in her crotch and that was when she realized that the next couple of hours were about to get tough. You see, over the past five days she was so used to drink a bottle of water every couple of hours that she started to do it almost unconsciously and since she was also used to always have a toilet nearby she didn't even think about the lack of bathrooms at the playground. "I didn't drink that much, it'll be fine", she tried to convince herself. She was relaxed and as they reached the area, a bit outside of their village, the kids already started to have fun. Some of their friends were there and so were their mothers, two women, Tina and Julia, good friends of Lily. They immediatly started talking and having a nice conversation while Lily's little pressure got bigger and bigger. The topic moved at some point on her water diet and they discussed it for a bit when Lily said: "And that twenty minute drive home from work kills me!" "Really?" , Tina asked interested. "Yeah, every evening half way through I start needing to pee and I come home bursting every time ... and then the kids make fun of me for bouncing around like a child." The women laughed. "My kid never says anything when I get home bursting for a piss, he couldn't care less about my needs", said Julia. "Lucky you", gasped Lily. "So you basically spend your days in constant need to pee?", joked Tina. Lily and Julia laughed. "Yes I do", said Lily "... I ... I actually have to pee again right now to be honest." "Really?", Tina was amused. "Well ... Yeah, but it's fine. I can hold it ... I drank water earlier because I forgot that I was supposed to come here with the kids." "You can always hide behind a bush somewhere, just in case. Haha", said Tina. Lily laughed and they kept on talking until, after a while, Julia noticed Lily was getting nervous and wiggled around a little bit. "How's your bladder, Lil?", she asked. Lily sighed: "I feel her." "You OK?" "Yeah, yeah I can hold it." "You sure?", Tina asked. "I have to ... If I can hold it every day during my drive back from ..." Lily stopped talking as she heard Sarah calling her from the other side of the playground. She was sitting on a swing and said: "Can you push me?!" "Of course!", she shouted back even if the last thing she wanted was to stand up. She pushed herself up and she moaned almost grumpily. "Ah shit, I need a piss." Tina laughed: "You can do it Lil!" "We'll see", she joked. As she reached Sarah she slowly started to push the swing. The constant movement made her bladder jiggle which, of course, wasn't helpful. She tried the best to not show any signs of desperation until her mind started drifting and without realizing she pushed her fingers against her crotch for just a brief moment. As she realized it she removed her hand and put it into her pants' pocket, she looked around to see if somebody noticed. All of the kids were distracted, only Lily's girlfriends were looking at her kind of amused. "I gotta pee!", she mentioned to them by just moving her lips. After a while Sarah decided that she had spent enough time on the swing and went to join her brother. Lily was relieved she could finally sit down again. "God, I'm about to wet myself", she whispered to her friends. "Why don't you go quickly behind those trees?" Julia asked. On the other side of the path that went along the playground there was a tini bit of forest with a few trees, enough to hide Lily's privates in case she decided to take a leak there. But she said, still whispering: "No! With all of the people that keep hiking along the way ... And all of the children here! You crazy?" "Alright", Julia giggled "you think you can hold it until you get back home?" "I have to." The women laughed a little as Lily felt a sudden spasm between her legs. She bended over, one hand in her crotch and moaned slighlty, Matt noticed that from the distance and yelled out loud: "Do you need to pee mommy?" Lily's friends started giggling. "No, I'm fine!", she said slightly embarassed. "I'm gonna die", she whispered again. "Julia, can you give me your coat please?" Julia was confused, she grabbed her coat and gave it to Lily. "Thanks", she whispered. Lily placed it over her lap and hid her hands underneath it so that she could unzip her pants and hold her crotch secretly. Both of her friends were looking down at her in curiosity. Tina moved closer to her and asked: "Are you seriously holding your pussy right now?" Julia added: "God, you really need to go." "You would probably do the same if you needed to pee as much as I do now" said Lily without sharing eye contact with them. She looked at her kids laughing and having fun just hoping that one of them got tired and wanted to go home. But it didn't happen. Time was passing and Lily kept having converations with her friends to distract her from the now urgent need. Julia noticed that at some point she stopped talking to them and was just wiggling back and forth with the need to pee written all over her face. She gently layed her hand on Lilys thigh and giggled: "Lil, is everything alright?" "I really gotta go", she laughed nervously. Julia continued: "Why don't you just pee through the bench?" "What?!", Lily looked at her a bit shocked. "Look, let's do it like this. You hide your whole lap with my coat, then you pull down your pants a little, I place my purse behind you so that oncoming people won't be able to see your butt and then you just let go!" "That's perfect", said Tina then she added: "I can also give you my coat to place in front of your legs so that the kids won't see your pee flowing through." Julia continued: "And then we're going to talk and laugh very loud so that nobody's gonna hear your pee splashing on the ground." Obviously Tina and Julia where joking but as they both laughed out loud Lily began to take that idea in consideration. "We could do that", she said half-serious. Julia stopped laughing and a bit worried she asked: "Wait you're really thinking about it?" Lily didn't know what to say. Tina got anxious: "Lily, if you really need to pee so bad you have to go somewhere." She looked down at Lily's legs that were crossed and squeezed together tight. "Listen", Tina said "I kinda have have to pee as well." Lily looked at her surprised and asked: "Really?" "Well yeah, not as much as you do, but I wouldn't mind having a nice little piss right now. So I suggest that we both now get up and go over there and go pee behind one of those trees. You go first, obviously, and in the meantime I make sure nobody is looking while you are taking the most beautiful piss of your life. Alright?" "I don't know", said Lily. Tina got a bit frustrated: "Lily, if you don't go you will wet your pants in the next few minutes ... In front of our kids!" Lily said nothing because she knew Tina was right. "Come on", said Tina "let's go pee." She grabbed Lily's arm and helped her get up. She had trouble standing up without losing control. Julia noticed that and said: "You better empty that bladder as quick as you can, Lil." In the distance Sarah noticed her mother was standing up and yelled: "Are we going home mommy?" "You wanna go home, honey?" "Yes!", Sarah said. "Ok ... Matt?! Do you want to go home as well?", Lily yelled across the playground. She kept holding the coat in her hand with which she hid her other hand still pressed against her crotch. Julia behind her on the bench couldn't keep her eyes off Lily's tightly crossed legs shaking back and forth quickly and she kept staring at that one hand that was still clenched between those thighs fighting against the pressure. Julia was worried, she had never seen her friend so desperate before. "Uuum, yeah!", said Matt eventually. "Alright, let's go!", yelled Lily at her kids while pretending everything's fine. She turned around layed the coat on the bench and whispered: "Thank god!" "And what are you going to do now?", asked Julia. Lily, still bended over the bench with crossed legs, said: "I have to find something along the path. I seriously can't hold it anymore." "You sure you don't want to go behind a tree now real quick?", said Tina silently. Julia started teasing Tina: "Seems like you're desperate as well. Haha" "Yeah, I was already looking forward to have a nice pee behind Lily ... By the way, don't make fun of me I am sure you are about to piss yourself as well." Julia replied: "Well, I wouldn't mind a little relief behind a tree either." "Please shut up!", said Lily as she took her purse "Don't make me think about peeing." Tina laughed: "Alright." The kids finally reached her mother. Lily turned around and stood upstraight immediately while trying to hide the pain of the pressure inside her. "Ok kids say bye bye to everyone!" , she said while moving away quickly from everybody and dragging her kids with her. She was in a rush. Julia, Tina and their children both waved them goodbye. Lily and the kids left the playground and very quickly started to walk along the path. Every step Lily made was horrible. She felt the urine's pressure against her bladder and the gravel on the ground made it even worse. She couldn't talk to her children anymore since she was way to focused on not wetting herself right in front of them. Sarah and Matt didn't really seem to notice their mothers need until Lily slipped on a tini rock and grabbed once again her crotch to not lose it. "Aah" she moaned desperately. Matt saw her hand deep within her thighs and asked: "Do you need to pee again mom?" A wave of ebarassment overcame Lily. Her first thought was to deny it again but there was no point in doing so anymore. "Yes, mommy needs to go potty very bad. So we have to get home quickly." Lily took the decision to not pee outside probably even in front of her kids because for her that would have been to humiliating. Sarah and Matt started to move faster since her mother told them so. Lily kept her hand between her thighs, she didn't care anymore. She had to pee, bad. Sarah began to giggle and asked: "Are you doing the pee pee dance?" Lily, exhausted: "Yes, I am doing the pee dance because I need to pee like a little girl." All of a sudden she stopped. A spasm. Lily bended over, crossed her legs and moaned, all in front of her children. "Do you pee your pants mommy?" , asked her daughter. "No, mommy just needs a little break because otherwise all of the pee is coming out." "Do you want to pee here?" asked Sarah again. "No, here ... Aaaargh", another spasm. A few spurts came out of her, hoping that the kids wouldn't notice she pulled herself together and they kept on walking fast towards home and towards a toilet that Lily couldn't stop thinking about. It was evening and lucky for her the path was empty. "Mommy!" , said Sarah all of a sudden. "What?!", Lily was nervous. "My shoe is untied." Without stopping Lily looked down at her daughters shoe and saw how her shoelaces where flying around. The last thing she wanted to do now was to stop and tie her shoes but her motherly instincts knew that if she kept walking at that speed Sarah might trip and get hurt. Lily kept walking. "Mommy!", Sarah yelled. "Argh", Lily stopped and got down on one knee in front of the child. She squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could and started to tie her shoe. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't hold still. Matt next to her kept watching her, he couldn't believe that a grown up woman had to pee so bad. "Aaah", she moaned desperate. "You ok?", Sarah asked. "No, I have to pee very very very bad, honey!" The intense desire of taking a pee overcame her and in that moment a strong gush of urine exploded out of her. Matt was shocked as he saw the little stream coming out of her pants. She immediately stopped tying Sarah's shoes and moved her hands back to her to stop the oncoming flow. Sarah heard the splashes and asked: "Did you pee your pants?" Lily didn't listen to her. She stopped the urine but shortly after another spurt shot out of her, splashing once again on the ground. Lily panicked, she felt the urine on her hands and knew immediately that this was it. "The pee, the pee is coming out!", she said desperately to her kids as she immediately started to unzip her pants as another spurt came out of her. She couldn't stop it. Lily pulled her pants down a bit to late and then the pee just shot out of her like a wonderful fountain. Sarah took a few steps back so that her shoes won't get hit by her mothers urine powerful pee stream. "Aaaah", Lily moaned silently, followed by a strong hissing sound and the intense splashes on the graveled ground. Her kids all around her were stunned and just looked at their mother's visble stream that just created the biggest pee puddle they've ever seen. Lily knew that they where staring down there but the relief that just got over her overshadowed everything. The urine was flowing and flowing. "This is a long pee", Matt said amused. "Yes", you could hear the relief in Lilys voice: "mommy had a lot of pee inside her." Then she gasped of exhaustion. "You are making a lake mommy." Sarah laughed. She looked down and only now Lily realized how much she actually peed. A massive puddle was underneath her and about to flow in Matt's direction who also looked at it with a bit of disbelief. The last drops dribbled out of Lily and without standing up she dragged her pants back on so that the kids wouldn't see her vagina. It was already embarassing enough that they saw her pissing in front of them. Lily drew herself up and felt lighter than ever. "Oh my god", she said "I feel like a feather." Sarah, still in front of her, started to laugh again. "What?" "You peed in your pants". Lily's face turned red, she forgot about the spurts at the beginning. She looked at her crotch and saw a little wet patch which turned out to be bigger as she moved her hand on her butt and felt the wettness. "Even a grown up pees in her pants sometimes." She turned to Matt who was still a bit stunned by wat just happened. He saw his mother pee before but never like this. "You ok?" Lily asked. He nodded. "Look at the big lake I made.", she decided to embrace her embarassment hoping that it would make the situation less awkward. "You could swim in it", joked Sarah as she was about to touch the pee puddle with her shoe. "No!", said Lily and pulled her foot away. Her shoelace wasn't tied properly. Lily laughed a bit about her incapacity to act properly while desperate. She redid the knot, took Sarah and Matt by the hand and walked away, until Lily realized that she was holding her children with hands that were covered in urine a few minutes before. She let go without telling anyone and they walked back home without a worry in the world.
  19. As a prefix to this world, it’s set in your typical fantasy world just set in the modern day. If LotR is the Middle Ages then this would be the space age. I thought about the fun of this idea and for whatever reason I decided to write about a mermaid attending college inland. Mermaids are accustomed to living in the deep sea where beach rules apply. So long as you aren’t close to someone just taking a leak while you’re swimming isn’t rare. Combine that with heavy water consumption requirements, a smaller bladder, and not being used to having to hold it and you have a recipe for problems. And our friend Melody here is not having a fun time. Anyway, Preface over. Melody hobbled around on her crutches, slithering around with her tail. She looked somewhat typical for a mermaid, with a body that was almost entirely human from the waist up and possessing a blue greenish tail that looked something like a combination of a shark, a sea snake, and a angle fish. She was wearing a short blue dress that went down to just above where a human’s knees would be. She brushed her brown hair out from in front of her face and plopped herself down at a table in the center of the mall food court. ”hey Mel, we got your food for ya. I figured there was no good reason for ya to have to go over there yourself.” Said a short haired wood elf girl holding two bags of food. ”El, you didn’t have to do that. I could have got it myself.” Melody and Eladre had become fast friends since they both started classes at Briraven. Despite their different backgrounds, El coming from the sticks in western Arcadia and Melody coming from the City Atlantis, the two got along surprisingly well. ”No offense Mel, but I makes me feel bad to see a girl with crutches carrying things. You just look pitiful like that.” “Listen theres nothing wrong with me, my tail just doesn’t work that good up here. How would you feel if you came to Atlantis or some other Merkin city and I was dragging you around everywhere because you couldn’t swim as fast as me.” Melody replied. ”Well I can’t rightly breath underwater so I’d probably feel like I was drownin’.” Eladre Said as she stuffed a handful of fries in her mouth. “So I’d probably need some help with that.” She said while still chewing. Melody laughed. “I suppose that’s true. But I can breath perfectly fine up here, so I don’t need the help. By the way did you get my drink?” ”Diet Wz Merlin, extra large with no ice just like ya asked. Still don’t understand why ya hate ice so much.” Melody unwrapped the cheap cheeseburger from her meal and took a long gulp of the massive drink in front of her, lowering the level of the beverage inside by an inch and a half. “Because it’s how they cheat you out of your drink, and i need as much as I can get.” Eladre stared her in the eyes for a uncomfortable minute, looking like she was trying to figure something out. Just as Melody was getting uncomfortable, Eladre took a bite of her burger and spoke. “How do y'all eat under water? I’ve been tryin’ to puzzle that out for a while now. Doesn’t the food get soggy?” ”Uhh... We eat in air pockets most of the time... Surface food doesn’t taste good wet so most resultants have the tables and kitchen above water in a air bubble. Also don’t stare like that, it looks creepy.” She said as she washed down a bit of her burger with another massive gulp of soda. ”Sorry Mel. Anyway don’t ya think you’re drinking that a little quick?” ”Why?” Melody asked while chugging another drink, bringing the drink in cup to half it’s original level. ”Well ya don’t want me to get your refills for you, plus aren’t ya worried about having to take a leak?” She said whispering the last bit. Melody choked on her fries for a second. “El! Don’t talk about that while people are eating, besides it’s not as if i’m a child. I can hold my punch just the same as anyone.” ”You said that last week and you had to run a red light driving home.” ”Just drop it. Now im finished, let’s get back to shopping. I just need to get me a refill first.” She said as she reached for her crutches. “It’s fine Mel, i’m gettin a refill anyway. Let me grab that for you.” She said as she snatched the cup out of Melody’s hand. ”That girl, if she was a man I’d think she was trying to get me in bed or something for as much misplaced concern as she has. Then again I’ve never seen her with a guy. Is she hitting on me?” Melody thought to herself. Her thoughts turned to her agonizing drive home last week and the damp underwear she had to slip down her tail in the bathroom of their dorm room. “Maybe I should go, just to be safe.” She turned her eyes to the restroom only too see a line extending 10 people outward. She took a moment to notice a pink haired mermaid riding a wheelchair, another common option for mermaids living on land, with her hands pressed up against her lap. “Nevermind, I am not waiting for that to thin out. I don’t need to go, I’ll be fine.” ”Hey Mel, I got ya drink.” Eladre said as she walked up to her, helping her to a standing position and putting her crutches under her arms. “Now, you wanted to check out that swimsuit place right?” ”Yeah” She said as she started drinking again. “Let’s get going.” The two of them walked across the mall, through halls full of shops. Some of the more noticeable places where a sweet shop ran by a elderly Orc woman selling chocolate battleaxes and candy skulls, and a hobby shop selling replicas of legendary magic weapons from history. It didn’t take too long for the two of them to arrive at a small surf shop. Melody hobbled in and began looking through a pile of discounted swimsuits. “Oh look at this, don’t you think the pink brings out my eyes? Oh but the green would look good with my tail! What do you think El?” Eladre let out a sigh while she looked through the typically small Elf section. “Why do they always have to be so big, I can never find anything with a snug fit.” She mumbled. It wasn’t odd for wood elf’s of her age to be more... lithe for lack of a better word. But Eladre was a even smaller than average. Most elven women don’t grow into their full proportions until they hit 500 or so, which unfortunately for her was a good century off. ”Cant you wear an a cup?” “The only thing I can get to fit are children’s suits, and I have to cut those in half and wear em as a two piece.” ”Hmm...” Melody looked through their selection, trying to find some made for a Mermaid. “Hey, do you have any mermaid suits?” She asked the sales person. ”Why don’t ya just wear the tops?” Eladre asked. ”Oh I don’t know, why don’t you just go around naked? I’m not a doll you know. Just because we look like fish to most people doesn’t mean I want to go around like that!” ”I’m sorry miss, but we don’t carry those.” The salesman replied. ”You could always buy one of those with the skirt things and cut the bottom out.” Eladre said. ”grrr... Forget it. I will be taking my business somewhere else.” She started towards the door and noticed a slight tinge coming from her abdomen. “Great. I guess I should be finding a bathroom soon.” She thought to herself. she looked at the map to try and find one before Eladre grabbed her by the arm. “Hey, I asked someone and they said there was another store on the other side of the mall. Ya wanna go?” ”I guess I can hold it until we pass by one.” Melody thought to herself. “Sure.” She replied. The two of them slowly crossed the mall, all the while the twinge in Melody’s abdomen was becoming a annoyance. They came to a circular area with a large fountain in the middle. The loud babble of the water reached Melody’s ears. “Great, that’s doing wonders for the situation. On top of that it’s making me thirsty. This heat, im sweating to death.” She thought to herself. To Be Continued
  20. DISCLAIMER: This story contains graphic sexual content. I'm not sure exactly how to rate a story like this, but if you're not a fan of a little "alone time" between 2 people, this might not be to your taste. Before the story starts I need to say how this was written. Me and another user "Aquarius" did a role play a while ago and ended up writing this as we went along. I just thought it would be fun to convert it into a story. We did not role play with the intent of writing this. It was just for fun. Hopefully it comes out okay, if it doesn't... oh well at least I had fun writing it! I'm not trying to create a masterpiece, I'm just doing this for fun. My grammar is pretty bad too, long story short I never really learned grammar all that well. We also don't really know anything about Animal Crossing, so really nothing here makes sense to the actual games. So yeah.... sorry to all the people that enjoy the games, I tried to change a few things to make it more realistic but it still doesn't feel right. Again... sorry. We made up a lot here for the fun of the role play... Also, this isn't the whole thing. I could maybe write more, but it'll be even more far off. Anyway here it goes, thank you if read all that junk above. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was quite late, late enough for most villagers to be asleep by now. The night was peaceful and quiet, well... not all of it. There's this nice karaoke club around the edge of town. The more fun villagers thoroughly enjoy being there... Digby had just walked in, got himself a mug of cider, and found nice small table somewhat near the stage. His shift as a gatekeeper just ended, so naturally he was slightly tired, yet still excited. Putting his feet up on the table, he started to drink his cider. But Digby isn't really much of singer... so why was he there you may ask? The door opened to reveal his reason... "Hey Digby!" It was Roise, the kind, cheerful, peppy little cat we all know and love. Especially Digby, he's been eyeing that pretty one for awhile, watching that girl do anything made him very happy, not to mention... a little aroused... "Eyyy, Rosie, good to see you! Are you here t-" Just then Rosie threw the can of soda she was drinking into a bin. "Yep! Yes! I'm here to sing baby!" she said with an enormous grin on her face. "Woooo! I just had like... uhhh 5 ...or 6 sodas? Whatever, the point is I'm flipping ready!" She was obviously buzzing with hyper energy. "Calm down there hotshot, you need to save that energy for the stage!" "Ahhh it doesn't matter, a-anyway, I need to go sign up!" Rosie started walking to the sign up book, still smiling and full of excitement. Digby used the opportunity to stare at her some more. As she walked away, he got a good look at that rear. He thought to himself "Wow, just... wow... that girl has got some curves... I wonder if tonight is when I finally talk to her some more... well... I should take things slow for now...but who knows what could happen?" Just then, he started to feel some bloating in his lower abdomen. That cider had already started making it's way down to his bladder. Also, it's been awhile since he last used the restroom, that shift was a bit to long to find time for bathroom break anyway. "Should I just head into the bathroom really quickly..." he was pretty comfortable in his seat, and didn't really feel like getting up "pffft, I can hold it..." he thought to himself. 10 minuets went by, people came and went on and off the stage doing their very best to sing. But Digby didn't care to much for them, he just wanted to see Rosie. To cancel out his boredom he continued to nearly finish his cider. However the discomfort in his bladder was starting to get distracting, every minute it got noticeably worse. "Hmpf, I think I need to head into the little boys room now..." "Next up, Rosie!" "Ahhh gosh darn-it! I guess I could at least wait until the song is over..." he was a little annoyed, but at least he finally gets to see her sing. He wasn't about to miss any bit of her song just because he needs to go! Rosie happily made her way up to stage. "Yeah! Go Get em' tiger!" he said trying to compliment her. "Hi! Hi everyone!" Digby smiled at her trying to be polite and hide his need. "Okay, this is fine... I just need to hold it for a bit..." Then she announced what song she'll be singing "Darn-it! That stupidly long song?! Ugh this is gonna be painful..." he kept thinking. And just like that, she started singing, unfortunately her beautiful voice wasn't enough to distract him. He took his feet off of the tabletop crossed them over each other. While he did really like her singing it still wasn't enough to make that smile on his face real. Only a minuet in and Digby is already starting to squirm. His belt was pushing on his bladder bulge, in a desperate attempt to relive some stress, he tried to undo it. "Come on, Come on!" he thought while fumbling with his belt. But then Rosie looked directly at him, and gave him a strange look, almost like discomfort... Then it hit him... there's a girl on the stage and he's just sitting there fumbling with his personal area. "Oh no... Oh no! She thinks I'm a creep now!" Instantly, his hands shot up to the table. "This is bad... did I just blow my chances?!" Anyway... her look of discomfort became more intense. All the sudden her hands went to her thighs, it kind of looked like part of the dance, and it actually distracted Digby's need for a moment. "That's a strange dance... is she trying to be seductive? No no, gosh I might just actually be a creep, but still, something is off with her..." But of course the need came back "Just. Finish. The. Song..." For some reason he was determined to keep it in for now. In what felt like forever later, the song ended, and Digby could already feel the relief... He stood up and started cheering, and clapping, saying "Wooo, t-that was great Rosie!" She did a bow on the edge of the stage, but her smile looked sort of... faked. Digby took notice, but didn't care right now. Bladder full of pee, he speed walked over the men's room, doing his best not to grasp his junk. "Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee!" Running past everyone he quickly darted in the bathroom. At least it was empty... "Oh thank goodness..." he said as he approached a urinal and was already undoing his belt and zipper. Then he stood in front of it, spread his legs a little, stuck it out, then... pssssssssssssssss "Ahhhhh finally.... goodness gracious I'm going to be here for a bit" he said waiting for his bladder to drain. But then he heard a sound from the doorway, someone else is coming in apparently... no big deal... expect when he turned his head to see who it was, it was Rosie! And boy it looked like she had to pee pretty badly... Digby felt a little embarrassed, but mostly confused. With a confused voice he said "Ummmm Rosie, this is the boy's-" "I NEED to peeeee!" Since there wasn't really any toilets, she ran up the urinal next to Digby. "Uhhhh, R-Rosie?" She reached under skirt and dropped her panties straight to the floor. "Woah... ummm Rosie what a-" Then she lifted her dress a tiny bit and got her waist above the bottom portion of the urinal. Still managing to keep everything below her hips covered. "This can't be real..." he thought "It just can't be..." psssssssssssssssssss "Holy cow...." Rosie instantly looked relieved, and Digby was absolutely lost for words. "Rosie, what... what on earth..." the panties on the floor was distracting him the most. Finally she looked up and said "The ummmm, girl's bathroom was closed... and I... I really needed to go..." "Huh, I can see that..." at last he managed to empty his whole bladder. "Yeah, s-sorry I didn't want to be r-rude but I just couldn't... I mean I was really about to pee myself. I-I'm so sorry" she said kind of embarrassed. (The omorashi ends here if you want to stop reading, the rest is just the romantic bit. Sorry I couldn't drag this part out any longer) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "No it's okay, I get it..." He wasn't concerned about that, but the current state of her was just so... kinky. So much so that it actually made him a little "stiffer" down there. Rosie finished emptying herself, and looked over at Digby's package. Only a quick gasp could be heard as her face turned quite pink and looked away, she looked very shocked. Digby looked down and realized the issue. "Ahh!" he said scarred out his mind as he quickly put everything with his pants back together. Oh, and of course he was blushing too. "So the... the girl's bathroom... it's broken, or closed right!? Right? that's pretty funny hahaha! W-w-what a horrible time to do something like that huh?!" he said trying to play it cool. "Uhhh, y-yes, it was indeed!" She said as she quickly pulled up her panties The atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Digby was desperately trying to think of something to say.... looking down he saw some pee got on her ankles. "Uhh I-I think you got a little ummm something on you legs there" Looking down she confirmed what he said was true. "Oh! Well that's not good!" she said also trying to find some way to change the topic off of what just happened. But then Digby got an idea, it was daring for sure. But he really wanted to ask it. He looked super nervous at the time, pondering if what he wants to say is what he actually should say. "Are you okay Di-" "If you want you could come to my house and use my bathtub to clean up!" he blurted out loudly. "S-sure, if it's not to much to ask..." "Oh really... cool then! I mean great, whatever! Let's get going haha!" "Right..." she said trying to smile. They started walking together out of the bathroom, and eventually out of the karaoke club. It was clear that they both felt awckward over what just happened. Digby felt defeated, as if he blew his chances forever. The walk back was quite quiet and awkward. They only talked about there houses and such, and how Digby is no longer living with Isabelle, so basically nothing happened... But finally they got to his house. "Okay so, the bathroom in down the hall at the end, help yourself!" "Thanks again for this. I promise I won't be long!" She then headed straight for the bathroom. Once out of sight Digby leaned against a wall and buried his face in his paws "Ohhhhhh man... what am I doing? What's wrong with me... I just had to look... I just had to look!" he said angrily. "(sigh) well at least I could let her clean herself up, it's the least I can do... (sigh) yeah... she's just bathing there probably thinking about... about... wait." At that point he thought of something. "She's bathing... so that means...no I shouldn't! Well..." he looked down the hallway and noticed the door wasn't fully closed. "J-just a peak..." As he walked down the hallway he couldn't help but think "Am I really about to do this?" but alas there he was, about to look though the ajar door. Slowly he put his head into the opening. And he had never seen such a beautiful sight... Rosie wasn't even in the tub yet, she was just getting in, and Digby saw literally everything... in full view. His breathing pace increased, and his hands trembled a bit... Rosie then fully submerged herself in the water, just relaxing in the water. Then Digby got an even dirtier thought. "What if I just..." he started to undo his belt. "Just real quick, she won't even know... oh my... that body... those breasts..." Rosie sat back and let herself soak in the tub, Digby was doing his best to stay quiet, but it was kind of difficult with all the breathing. But then as Rosie sat back more in the tub, the view became more obstructed, and Digby's view was nearly blocked. "Mmmm come on..." he whispered while fumbling in his pants. "I just need a better angle...", so he got up on the very tips of his paws in hopes to get a better view of that chest. "Almost there... almost..." Well... in his mind that was a good idea, because in practice it very much wasn't. Because balance on the tip of one's feet isn't always the best... And just like that, he lost his balance, and fell front first into the bathroom... "Ahhh!" he screamed absolutely mortified of what just happened. After falling on the floor, his first reaction is look up at Rosie... and to his surprize she actually giving off a goofy smile. "Woah! D-Digby! uhhh d-did you fall over or something?!" she tried to say more, but was to shocked to say much more. Digby instantly got up back on 2 legs. "NO it's not what it looks like!" he explained keeping his pants up with his paws. "I j-ust uuhhhh fell over! a-and the door... it uh wasn't even closed at all!" Rosie sat there, continuing to look at him with a goofy yet excited smile. "S-sorry! I'm so sorry!" Embarrassed as ever, he made his way to the door. But Rosie didn't want him to leave just yet. "Digby! be honest... where you trying to look at me?!" she asked looking strangely excited. He looked away in embarrassment. "M-maybe I saw some things on the way down! I mean it was only..." Rosie kept giving the silly smile, he knew that she knew what was going on. "(sigh) yes... I was trying to catch a sneak peak of you... I'm so sorry" he shamefully confessed as he headed towards the door. "But did you like it?" "Wh.... what?!" "But did you like it!? Do you really enjoy the way I look?!" "Okay, you got me... alright?!" "Wanna see more!?" "I'm jus- ... hold on, pardon?!" Rosie gave of a naughty smile. "I wouldn't mind showing you more... maybe even some access..." "You're... what?! you mean..." Rosie gave a slight yet rapid nod, blushing more by the second. "Just let me finish up this bath quickly... " "Ugh, ummmm" he was to flustered to make out any words. All of it was there, his greatest dream just came true. all he has to do is go along with it. So he just took a deep breath and said softly and smugly "I'll be waiting in the living room..." and then he let his pants drop straight to the floor, reveling his underwear. "See ya there darling..." he explained as he walked out of the bathroom with the biggest grin on his face. In the hallway he striped himself of everything and simply dropped his clothes down on the floor. Then, he started to lay himself down on the couch, making sure to be on his side and show off his rather "excited" private bits. "Okay everything looks great... oh this is going to be good" anticipation fueled his body as he waited for Rosie. Minuets later, foot steps could be heard in the hallway. And then Rosie finally got a look of him. Her face said it all, long story short, she liked what she saw. "Rosie..." he said in a suave and soft voice "I was thinking, sending a poor lady like you home for the night would be so rude of me. So how about you stay the night? My treat..." "(Gasp) I'd love that... y-yes I'd very much appreciate that... "No problem, but how about you bring that figure over here and... start showing me some appreciation?" he requested with a devilish smile. "Oh! okay! hehe, w-would you like a feel of me?" She began walking towards the couch before sitting right in front of his hips. "We could start that way..." Digby sat up next to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Beautiful... just beautiful..." he said making his hands down her back and around her breasts. It actually made her let out a small moan "Mmmm, you're a hefty lover I see..." "Hefty? Perhaps..." he said squeezing slightly tighter. "I'd prefer...smooth". His hands then went down her back and onto her rear "I like the shape, it's very, very well shaped" "Glad you're fond of it, it feels so nice when you-" her whole body kind of shook for a moment "-move your hands over it..." "Excellent, but do you know what would feel better?" Digby sneaked his paws around her thighs and in between her legs. By the looks of it, Rosie was absolutely loving it. "I think I found soooomthiiiiing..." he said nearly laughing. Rosie had no idea what to do with all this emotion. She even started panting a little. Then out of no where she looked at Digby's junk and grasped a handful of it. "Woah haha, couldn't keep your hands off huh?!" Her gaze went upwards to his eyes... "I wanted a quick feel too.." she confessed with the most magical smile on her face while stunned by the feeling of his parts They starred into each others eyes for a moment, but then out of nowhere... they threw each other into their embraces. Their lips met in the middle "MMMMMmm... mmmmm..." was the only audible sound from their mouths as they squeezed each other tight from around their backs. After only a minuet of that, Digby decided it was time to get started... He pushed her back onto the couch and hovered over her, and she didn't resist one bit. He managed to get his mouth off for a bit, because for what he's about to do, let's just say the dog needs some air... Rosie felt it, then she felt it again, and again, and again. It was the feeling on penetration from Digby. The constant thrusting was enough to make Rosie respond vocally. "Ahhhh, that was f-fast! Oh wow, w-wow! Please don't stop!" "Trust me...(panting) I won't anytime soon...". All Rosie could do was lay there and take it, of course she found nothing wrong with her current position though... Digby had the wise idea to lean in and whisper into her ear. "(panting) n-now I know why the nickname is pussy-cat..." "Haa, you like it don't you! C-come on then, I want you inside this pussy-cat as much as possible!" "Oh you're a dirty one aren't ya?! Well, ahhh, as you command..." His pace and depth drastically increased, she was actually moving back and fourth now with every thrust. "Y-Yes perfect! J-just like that!" In response to his change she poked her head up and kiss him right on the lips again for just a moment. They kept going at it for a while... hugging, kissing, moaning until eventually Rosie felt it building up inside her, to the point of a finale. "Ahhh, don't stop! I'm about... to... ohhhh! Ahhh!" Digby could feel her paws on his side really squeeze tight for moment, this of course made Digby very close as well. Amazingly enough, her climax caused a chain reaction. Which in turn made Digby do the same. So for a moment, it was tense, very tense... they grabbed each other tightly and his pace only increased. "Ahhhh AHHH!" could have been heard from outside the house... But then, everything became still... there was nothing. just peace and quiet. Digby fell right on top of Rosie, and then kind of positioned himself next to her. They couldn't stop panting, at last they had achieved sweet relief, but more importantly, they have each other.... "Woah" said Digby in a tired yet surprised tone, "That was great..." by the look on his face you could tell he was still in shock. But Rosie seemed a bit more relaxed about what just happened Rosie just smiled blankly at the ceiling. "I love you... " she muttered while cuddling up with Digby. "I love you too..." he couldn't believe anything that happened tonight, and those words completed everything. "I think we should get some sleep now..." "Yep... I could use that right about now..." END ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aaaaaaand finito! At last it's complete! Sorry if it wasn't as good as I thought it would be! I kinda just followed the role play and ended up with this. Again, this was never made to be shared in the form of a story. But anyways that took WAY longer than I thought to write! I wouldn't even care if not a single person liked this, I'm proud of it anyway! Now I kinda want to write more of this stuff! But maybe next time I'll actually come up with something by myself for once lol! Heck I could use the extra practice... But of course I saved the most important thing for last! Thank you Aquraisus for doing a damn good job playing Rosie!
  21. see it, feel it, enjoy it ;P winterwettingland 1.mp4
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