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  1. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  2. This embarrassing situation just happened this past weekend so I thought I'd share it with you all! Last Saturday I met with a group of friends from university to catch up for the first time in over a year. I majored in computer science so my classes were 90% male and this meet up was 5 guys and me, a femboy. We're all fairly socially awkward except for a guy I'll call James. He's the closest approximation to what the giga chad meme would look like in real life: tall, muscular, athletic, smart, and so charismatic. He's the first man I ever had a crush on (I'm bi), and is so patient and kind. In school he was always helping me with my homework or explaining things I didn't understand and I just fell in love with him. It's a shame I never confessed to him, he's got a girlfriend now though and he's not into guys in the first place. Anyway this particular day we all met at our friend Bob's parent's house at around 4pm and brought food like a potluck. This suburban single story home had a large backyard where we all hung out, sitting around lawn chairs by the pool reminiscing about the old days and filling each other in on what we were currently up to. I was nervous seeing all of them again and it took me over an hour to get ready because I had to make sure my makeup was 100% on point. I wanted to really impress them so I wore my literal Sunday best: a dark blue military lolita dress with gold trim, a ruffled collar, and a heavy fur coat that looks like something a WW1 general or royalty would wear (but I didn't wear it for very long). I'm including a picture of it below because words don't do it justice, it's so fancy and cute! I also had on a matching hairpiece with flowers and black Mary Jane's with ribbons on them. Our host got a dozen Boba drinks from the nearby tea shop because they were having a promotion. Due to my nervousness as well as the early start of the summer heat I ended up slurping down two large cups of delicious milk tea in under an hour. All that liquid inside my little bladder had me making frequent trips to the restroom and that's where I ran into my first problem: I wore a petticoat under my dress! It's actually got two metal hoops in it that add fluff and volume to my skirt but I didn't even think about how I'd take it off to pee. It has a springy quality to it which makes it tricky to hold up both that and my multilayered skirt with one hand, then take down my tights and panties and aim with my other hand. I thought about how in a pinch I'd have a real problem getting it all off quickly as I stood there leisurely emptying my bladder into the freshly cleaned toilet bowl. My stream lasted probably 25 seconds before I pushed out the last few squirts, wiped off my tip and redressed. A few hours later I approached the bathroom but Bob had beaten me to it. It was torturous to have to listen to his stream loudly hitting the water, he can hold it for a lot longer than I can so it went on for a while. I couldn't grab myself with my outfit in the way so instead I squeezed my legs together hard to try and hold it in. I was hoping to stop and straighten up like a respectable young lady before he came out but that didn't go as planned and he saw me looking pretty desperate. He remarked "All yours princess" and I glared and flipped him off as I rushed into the restroom. During dinner our other friend brought out the alcohol and soon everyone else was peeing pretty frequently. I don't drink but the weather had me staying well hydrated with tap water. After the meal we all sat around inside and watched a movie, and then a few episodes of the new season of Konosuba. It was starting to get late and most of them were buzzed, I was sitting next to James and shyly asked if I could lean on him because I was sleepy. He said yes, I could smell his cologne as I lay against his muscly arms. He was nice and warm, I didn't want this moment to end, and although my bladder was filling I ignored it to live in the moment and just enjoy his company. I crossed my legs and for a while just forgot about anything else. Over the next hour the urge would come back temporarily and then subside, at least until a certain scene had me cracking up and I squirted a big warm blast of pee into my panties. I instantly stood up and started speed walking to the bathroom without saying anything. I was letting out pretty big spurts of pee into my skirt. My dick would twitch and let out a short spray for a few seconds then I'd regain control and stop the flow but start leaking again seconds later. I was fighting so hard to not completely lose it on my friend's floor but my pee holding muscles were too tired to stop without reaching under my dress, which again, I couldn't do because of my outfit. Luckily since I had on so many layers it was all rather absorbent, and didn't leave much of a trail which would have been mortifying. I hurried down the hall to the toilet and slammed the door, I could feel drops of pee rolling down my thighs and a wet patch had formed on my dress. I thought about wrestling my outfit down and letting it out into the toilet but seeing my source of relief in front of me made me start leaking even more and now I couldn't stop it without reaching under my dress. I was also worried about ripping or damaging something and since it's easier to just wash soiled garments I hopped in the tub and just let go. I leaned back against the wall and peed furiously into my beautiful outfit. I moaned loudly, an absolute flood cascaded down my legs, my whole lower body felt nice and warm and tingly. I peed so much that even tho my dick was pointing down some got on my belly. I'm not sure how long I peed for, it seemed like a while but eventually my stream stopped and my over stretched bladder felt relieved and empty. I sighed and wondered what to do. I laid a towel down on the floor and dried my feet, then slid the door open a crack and yelled for Bob. He yelled back asking "what?" and I asked him to come over to the bathroom. He sounded annoyed. I opened the door just a crack so he wouldn't see the sorry state I was in and explained to him I needed to shower and requested for him to lend me a change of clothes and a bag to put my outfit in. He asked if I had an accident and I reluctantly admitted I had, he laughed and just said "ok". I washed up, changed, and cleaned the bathroom, thankfully there wasn't anything left behind in the living room or hallway. By the time I came back out in my very loose, oversized t-shirt and shorts people were starting to head home. James picked me up and gave me a big hug before he left and I almost died from happiness. I stuck around for a bit and thanked Bob and apologized for the trouble once it was just us two. He said it was fine but made fun of me again and brought up the last time he witnessed one of my accidents many years ago (a story for another day) then joked that I needed diapers. I glared at him but since he helped me I forgave him. Overall it was a fun but slightly embarrassing night, and only Bob ever found out about my accident.
  3. Greetings! Just another longtime lurker account that’s decided to chuck another interactive story into the mix. Long story short, I want to get in the habit of writing more frequently, so having to do a new update to this story every few days is a good start. So here’s the pitch: this is going to be a typical Fantasy/RPG style sandbox where you play as a mostly invisible sprite whose main goal is to nudge various denizens into various pee desperation situations, if the dice falls in your favor. I plan to keep this story pretty lighthearted and casual, any violence will be kept at a PG-13ish level, but I do expect explicit sexual content to come up. In terms of kink content, there will be furry or nonhuman characters (beastmen, kobolds, etc), explicit sexual content related to peeing, occasional diapers, and a hard no on any messing. I’ll have both male and female targets available to choose, but probably skewed more towards woman. I’ll get more into how the typical voting is going to be work once our first target is selected. For now, let us begin: ------------------------------------------------------------------- High among the snow-capped peaks scraping the roof of the world, far past where even the mighty griffons made their nests, lies a small crevasse in a cliff face. If an adventurer were to brave the blistering winds and freezing cold to slip inside, they would eventually come across a small chamber hewn deep into the mountain. Lit only by a few patches of luminous moss, an intricately carved marble statue stands proudly in the middle of the tiny room, all but completely hidden from the world at large. The subject depicted is a human woman of indeterminate age and long flowing hair, rendered completely nude. Oddly enough, the statue appears to be in some measure of distress, her legs tightly intertwined and her face a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Her hands are cupped around an immense bowl, hoisting it far above her head as if offering it to the very heavens. Drip…. A droplet of water, one of the few to propagate down this far from the melting snow above, detaches from the ceiling to land in the center of the proffered bowl. After an untold number of years, the water slowly begins to accumulate within, neither evaporating or freezing due to some intricately weaved spell work imparted by the original sculptor. Drop by drop, the pool of water nears the cusp of the bowl. Drip…. Drip…. Drip….Drip…. Suddenly, there is an audible click and a soft hum as a long awaited threshold is finally reached. The accumulated water in the bowl begins to drain, flowing down into the statue through previously concealed channels. The statue’s expression imperceptibly shifts to one of relief and a moment later the water burst forth once more from the barely visible slit nestled between her clenched thighs. Now tinted a pale yellow and rushing out with far more force than gravity could have provided, the water steams down the statue’s legs and begins to pool around her dancing feet and pedestal. The flood continues uninterrupted for several minutes as a loud hiss continues to fill the cavern. It was from this liberating release that you first became aware of yourself. Nothing more than a small mote of light rising from the still warm puddle, you quickly take stock of your new found surroundings. Your various streams of consciousness clash against each other, dozens of individual voices all clamoring to do something different. You focus in on what your voices do agree on. You are a sprite, a being of pure magic formed from devout worship to one of the many deities of the realm to serve on the mortal plane. And the god you were birthed of was…. It was…. “Oh! Hello there little one.” Startled, you reform into a unified consciousness and quickly scan around the empty chamber. To your mild alarm, it’s the statue itself that’s speaking to you, the head and neck now animated as seamlessly as if it were born of flesh and blood. You draw back and the statue’s expression immediately shifts to one of concern. “W-Wait, don’t leave!” She cried out and you float to a stop near the exit of the chamber. “I mean you no harm! It’s… just been a long time since I’ve had need to commune on this plane of existence.” She finishes sheepishly. Drifting closer, your many thoughts agree that you only sense a warmth and affection from the statue, something which you find yourself eager to reciprocate. Giving you a warm smile, the statue clears her throat. “While it may look like you caught me in an awkward situation,” she smirks with a nod to the expansive yellow puddle covering the cave floor. “I assure you I am right at home in these situation. I am the goddess Omoania, one of the lesser… no, minor….” Omoania scowls and finally rolls her marble eyes. “Fine. One of the many tiny deities that springs from the goddess of lust. I am the goddess of the full bladder, and the purveyor of many an accident.” You bob up and down in appreciation nonetheless, perfectly content no matter what your overlord’s standing in the pantheon is. Encouraged, Omoania allows herself a small smile. “Well, I mean it’s not as though I don’t have some followers. Especially when you consider how well made this altar is.” She pauses, giving herself a few moments to appreciate her own naked form. “But now I have you!” Her attention snapped back to you and you vibrate excitedly in response. “I’ve never had a sprite in the mortal plane before, I can’t wait to see what mischief I can get up to now. So heed my words closely, my little squirt. It is my wish that you embark out into the world and find subjects to gift me boons.” She gives another knowing look to the puddle below here. “The fuller, the better. Although I will be sure to reward you for encouraging any type of deviant behavior to their peeing habits.” You give another excited buzz, eager to fulfill Omoania’s wishes. Which you should be able to do by…. What were your spritely powers exactly? “Oh right, sorry. I’m a bit new to this.” Omoania winks at you and you suddenly feel new power infusing your ethereal form. You Gained 3 Skill Points! “Spend those boons however you wish.” Omoania nods at you. “I’ll be sure to pass on any more that I accumulate from altars like this one, it’s not like you have any completion for them at the moment. Though I expect the boons created through your actions will soon eclipse what the alters can offer. Remember, so long as they’re an intelligent and sentient creature, they can gift boons to me. Monsters, adventurers, demons, royalty…. I do tend to like a bit of variety.” She giggles. “But I can see you are eager to prove yourself, so I will not keep you any longer. You will need to return to one of these altars before long to regain your strength, but you should still have abundant time to pursue your chosen target. We will speak again soon my little squirt.” Giving you one last radiant smile, the statue returns to its previously innate state, now with a content smirk plastered on the woman’s face. Zooming through the narrow crevasse, you soon find yourself atop an expansive cliff face, the whole world sprawling out before you. The boons of Omoania still sit unspent inside your being, ready to strengthen your ability to influence the physical world. Reaching out with your senses, you detect at least three nearby locations with high mana concentrations. Surely one of those will have creatures that you can entice into giving boons to Omoania. You can’t wait to set out! ------------------------------------------------------------------- You have 3 Unspent Skill Point, choose attributes and abilities to level up. Skill points may be saved until later, but you may only level up at an altar of Omoania. Attributes – The sprite equivalence of basic stats. Leveling an attribute will make actions based in that attribute 5% more likely to be successful. Leveling attributes will also unlock new basic actions that can be performed on targets. Each successive level will require one additional skill point to achieve. Charisma – While a majority of sprites prefer to stay invisible and silent, your duties may be aided by directly communicating with your targets. You will speak to them as telepathic voice in their head, which they can sense and respond to. Charisma actions include using this method of communication to deceive, build rapport, and persuade targets to do actions they normally wouldn’t consider. Current Level: 0 Current Charisma Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Charisma action unlocked at Level 2 Conjuration – Through immense concentration, sprites can use their mana to cast minor spells to affect the physical world. Spells cast in such a manner primary focus on nearby inanimate objects as they cannot affect living creatures. Conjure actions include spilling a drink, tripping someone up, or holding a door shut for a short period of time. Current Level: 0 Current Conjure Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Conjure Action unlocked at Level 2 Influence – Sprites that deal more closely with living creatures are born with a more innate sense of the body and can influence various biological processes or reflexes. Influence actions include causing a target to feel thirsty, change their perception of ambient temperature, and even causing them to become aroused. Current Level: 0 Current Influence Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Influence Action unlocked at Level 2 Abilities – As a sprite in service to the goddess Omoania, you can tap into more unique spells that belong to her domain. Spending skill points on abilities will unlock and improve their functionality for your expeditions. These abilities can only be cast a few times per expedition, so use them wisely. All ability charges will be refreshed whenever you return to an altar of Omoania. New abilities as well as upgrades for the existing abilities will be unlocked as you gains boons from Omoania and spend time in the world. Bladder Ping – The most basic of Omoania’s gifts, this ability will allow you to approximate how full the bladder of your target is. Upgrades include addition charges per expedition, more accurate scanning, and the ability to ping nearby non-target individuals. Current Ability Level: 0 Current Ability Effect: None Ability Level Up Effects: Grants the Bladder Ping ability. The Bladder Ping is usable once per expedition and will tell you your target’s bladder level, rounded down to the nearest 10%. Skill Points Required to Level Up: 1 ------------------------------------------------------------------- From your vantage point, you can spot three different locations that look promising. You’re sure to find several likely targets at each location, but your various streams of consciousness will have to decide on where to go. Option A: Mountain Cave Dungeon At the base of the peaks sits a yawning cave that exudes menace. While the stench of undeath lingers heavily around here, the feel of the cave’s mana also promises many living creatures that call this place their home. High Monster Population, Low Adventurer Population Option B: Lush Pine Forest A little farther out sits a blooming emerald green forest. The area practically glows with both life and mana, showing a large variety in possible targets. Several major roads also meander through the area, a sure sign on many convoys and their protectors passing through regularly. Equal Populations of Monsters and Adventurers Option C: River Town At the edge of the forest’s influence sits a quaint yet bustling town set along the shores of a winding river. While small when compared to a proper city, a junction of several cross roads as well as numerous river boats promise that this is a busy thoroughfare. A prominent Adventure’s Guild outpost guarantees the peace, but there are always those that will look to encroach on the civilization. Low Monster Population, High Adventurer Population ------------------------------------------------------------------- Whew, that should do it for the first post. Vote below for your level up and location choices, you have enough starting skill points to get any attribute to level 2, or spread the points out how you see fit. Once a setting for the expedition is voted on, I’ll lay out several possible targets to pick from in the next post. Tie-breakers will be decided through a coin flip. Voting will close on September 8th, at 8PM US Eastern Time, with the new update hopefully being a day or two later. Thanks for reading!
  4. I first met Mahea, a tall, well built, athletic girl who surfs and plays basket ball- on a dating app. She's a mix of Hawaiian, Filipino, and White and absolutely towers over me- a short, Asian, crossdresser. Our personalities really clicked because she's very playful and aggressive, always teasing people. A very fun person to be around. We met up a few times prior to this and neither of us were really sure if we wanted to date. There was a huge amount of romantic tension in our relationship, or maybe that's just how I perceived it. On this particular day we decided to take a trip to one of our state's beautiful national parks, she drove and picked me up from my place pretty early in the morning. It was a two hour trip and we stopped for coffee on the way over. I ordered a large cold brew that really woke me up. I love coffee but it does have a strong effect on me, and cold brew has three times the amount of caffeine so it really really makes me have to go! I was able to hold it through the car ride, mostly because I can talk to Mahea about anything and it was beautiful to watch the scenery go by during the sunrise. By the time we got to the park I had to pee really bad. I wasn't about to wet myself but I was pretty desperate. As soon as she parked I hopped out of the car and nearly ran over to the bathrooms at this little building near the park entrance. Since it was really early there weren't many people, but those bathrooms were FILTHY! They looked like they hadn't been cleaned in decades and smelled bad. I was careful not to touch anything, as I stood over the toilet, raised my dress with one hand and released a torrent of hot pee into the bowl. Does this happen to anyone else? I find that especially when I'm stressed during a pee I will press harder on my bladder to force the pee out so I can hurry and be done. And usually because I tuck my cock into my pants fast I will end up squirting a bit afterwards, not helped by the fact that there was no toilet paper to wipe my tip with! I flushed with my shoe, of course there was no soap at the sink so i just left and used some hand sanitizer (I carry a heart shaped purse when I crossdress). I emerged from the bathroom and checked myself with a hand mirror, cute as usual! I had my black hair in a side ponytail and was wearing a sun hat with a blue ribbon and white summer dress with a ruffled skirt. When I got back to the car Mahea had taken our stuff out of the trunk, she brought a roll up mat and I had packed up lunches in a vintage picnic basket. This particular national park was a big forest with some tall and beautiful pine trees, we wandered around for a bit and took a few pictures before finding a quiet spot to settle down near a little river. Of course, the coffee was still working and a few minutes later I began to feel a small urge to pee. But I didn't let that stop me from having a nice meal with my date, during which I continued to sip my cold brew and my urge to pee continued to rise steadily not helped by the sound of rushing water. I tried to ignore it by sitting cross legged and even squeezed myself a few times when she wasn't looking. By the time we'd finished eating I really had to pee again! It was a bit difficult for to even stand up, when your bladder is that full moving is quite uncomfortable. I was at about 70-80% on urge to pee meter by now. So I asked Mahea for a look at the brochure which had a map of the park, to my dismay the bathrooms were all pretty far from where we were. I told my date I had to use the restroom and she said she'd come with me (something she often does, even to this day). Now this was a problem. I had to try and maintain my composure around her, we'd known each other only about a month and this point and I didn't want to seem weird or make things awkward. I absolutely couldn't hold myself or show any signs of how bad I had to go... easier said than done. Soon I stopped being able to keep up a conversation because I was too focused on holding it in. I could feel my bladder rapidly filling up and my urge sky rocketing- soon just taking a step became painful because I was so full. My tummy felt like it was about to burst, I tried to respond to what my date was saying as best I could but just gave really short answers- it almost felt like I was streaming a game and trying to have a conversation at the same time, only I was about to have a different kind of stream soon lol! At one point she asked me if I was ok and I mumbled that I was, it was probably super obvious what was wrong in hind sight. The only thing on my mind was getting to a bathroom and peeing. We had walked for about five or ten minutes when I realized I wasn't gonna make it. I did a big squirt into my undies, I probably looked very panicked as I turned to Mahea and shouted I need to make a phone call. I rushed off the trail and into the woods squeezing myself hard to prevent another leak. I lifted my skirt to prevent it from getting stained as well, I could feel the tip of my dick burning from flood it was hold back. I got a good distance away before sliding down my damp panties and peeing full blast onto a tree, my dress wasn't visibly wet but my underwear had a big wet spot on the front. I groaned loudly, hot pee gushed out of cock and splatted onto the bark. A yellow puddle formed near the roots. It felt so good to relax my tired muscles and just let it all out. Then I heard Mahea behind me asking if I was ok. She told me later that my face was bright red. I stood there with my dress raised and my bum exposed, pissing like a race horse. I couldn't stop the flow or do anything and I didn't know what to say so I just didn't say anything. She repeated if I was ok and this time I just sighed and said yeah. I told her sorry but I really had to go and she said that was pretty obvious... no duh. My pee ended 10 or so seconds later and then I pulled up my wet undies, I didn't even bother to shake my junk because I was already wet. The cold wet fabric on my crotch felt so uncomfortable. I did not know what to do now, I'd just almost had an accident in front of my date who was probably not gonna want anything to do with me now, and just kind of awkwardly stood there. But she just smiled at me told me she had to go too and that it's a good thing that I didn't piss myself. I laughed nervously in agreement and told her I'd wait for her on trail. I could hear her take down her pants and piss with a loud groan as I walked away which really turned me on. It sounded like a strong stream. We spent the rest of the day together and had a great time. Aside from some light teasing she didn't think any less of me. We decided not to date for unrelated reasons but she's one of my best friends now and has definitely seen me in hairy situations when it comes to needing a toilet. I've never really seen her super desperate, but like I said before we do sometimes go to the bathroom as a group- i will always find pissing (and sometimes going number 2) next to a friend to be awkward. And because of the coffee I ended up needing to pee a few more times through out the day, and had to stop and duck behind a bush or tree a few time to release my tiny bladder. Which I also got teased for, Mahea only went one other time right before we left to go back home- some people are just well endowed i guess.
  5. Here you can see my image edits and sometimes drawings involving my favorite fetishes, mainly omorashi/pee desperation themed pictures. First off, we have "Desperate Alejandra" Here's an older drawing of mine about Alejandra from Overwatch who is desperate to find a bathroom in her school. But unfortunately she didn't find one in time...
  6. This is a sequel to The Desperate Law Student. You all seemed to enjoy it, so I hope you enjoy this as well! Make sure to check it out if you missed it! It has been about three months since Kate had her unfortunate accident around finals. We never really talked about it after— I knew it was a bit embarrassing for her, and there hadn’t really been a reason to. She was still pretty shy about the bathroom, but that’s just how she was. On this day, it was the first football game of the year for our school. Despite having both recently graduated, we lived in the area still and loved the pageantry that went with it. It gave us a great way to see friends we otherwise wouldn’t, get outside, and most importantly just to let loose and have fun. I’d recently started a new job, and Kate would have her first trial in a couple weeks. We arrived at about 10 AM, 5 hours before the game would start at 3 PM. It was a beautiful late summer day, with temperatures being in the low 80s. Kate looked great as always, wearing black leggings with a red cutoff/sports bra type top. The two created a perfect combination to show off her toned stomach and perfect ass. She looked great, and I couldn’t believe she was mine. Now our tailgates were a big production. For those unfamiliar, on football game-days every parking lot in the city would be filled with cars, food, booze and music. Now I grew up going to these, so I had lots of experience. By arriving early, we were able to get our own corner of the parking lot with the cars we drove. We had two cars side by side in each row, and this gave us our own area to party. Over the next 30 minutes we unpacked and set up— tents, speakers, tables of food and drinks all went up. They were soon joined by the big coolers with waters, and most importantly, any alcohol you could imagine. With that all set up, the fun could begin. It was gorgeous outside, although the beating sun made it a bit hotter than anticipated. Still, drinks were flowing and fun was being had. Kate sipped a seltzer, while I had a mixed drink of my own. We made small talk about how nice it was to drink outside and relax. Good conversations were had with friends we both hadn’t seen from college. It sounded like life was going well for everyone, which made us both happy to see. It was now about noon. More people continued to filter in, some I didn’t even know. This was no issue, as friends of friends and families were always welcome. Kate and I watched as a group of college freshman went off to the side patch of grass to shotgun a beer. Classic college activities- looking to impress anyone and everyone with their drinking skills even though no one really cared. ”You know Kate I never have done that somehow,” I told her. She looked shocked, “Never? Even I have. That’s crazy!” We watched on as the group all downed their beer, some more successful than others. One girl clearly was new to the activity, and even from yards away it was clear her drink mostly ended up on the ground. ”I could do better than that,” I told her. Kate laughed, then told me “do it.” ”Only if you do it with me,” I replied. She nodded in agreement. I walked over the cooler, currently sitting between our two cars, and grabbed one for each of us. With a clink of cheers, we quickly downed our drinks. Both of us honestly executed it pretty well, so after finishing I gave her a celebratory kiss on the forehead. “I’ve already had the two seltzers and now the beer, so I’m gonna go tinkle,” she said with a smile. “I’ll go with you, have to go a bit myself,” I replied. As we walked over, Kate noticed a set of bags (cornhole) boards set up. ”I love bags, can we please play later??” She told me. I nodded in agreement with a smile. We took a walk across the parking lot to the portable toilets set up for tailgates. Four of them were lined up all in a row on the other side of the parking lot, and a line of about 15 people stood between us and the bathrooms—honestly not too bad, though somewhat expected given that we were three hours out from the game and half the lot was empty. Kate and I made talk about our lives and the day itself. She seemed to be in a great mood overall, and I was enjoying the time with her. Finally she was next in line. ”Gonna make it?” I asked jokingly. “Yes,” she said with an eye roll. A moment later the door opened straight ahead of us. She quickly nipped in. Even from feet away I could hear her powerful stream— not unexpected after the liquid she’d consumed. A moments later a door opened for me. I took care of business and we began the return back to our area a moment later. Over the next 30 minutes, Kate and I socialized both with each other and the group overall. I felt a tap on my shoulder, “You guys wanna play?” A guy, presumably in college, gestured towards a game of flip cup. “We need two more.” I looked at Kate, who gave me a shrug and a smile. “We’re in.” Now for those of you that don’t know, flip cup involves teams of roughly 5 drinking a bit of alcohol from a cup, and then flipping it on the edge of the table to be upside down. Once the first person does it, the next goes, and so on. It’s a fun drinking game in colleges, especially for the social aspect of it. “We’re going to play best of 7. Losing team all has to shotgun a beer!” yelled the guy who invited us and was presumably running the game. This was met by roaring cheers. I looked across the table at Kate, who ended up on the opposite team as me with a “you’re on” look. It felt good to turn back the clock and feel like we were in college again, despite just leaving. The teams were pretty evenly matched , and the score was tied 3-3 through six games. That meant the winner of this game would win the series, and most importantly not need to chug a beer again. Kate and I were both anchors for our respective teams, meaning we’d go last. Whichever team won, one of us would hit the winning shot. Kate and I both watched our teams down the table. The first player on both sides made it first shot. The second players each took 2. The third players, by far the weakest, both struggled. I looked across the table at Kate, “looks like it comes down to us… double or nothing?” “I’m not losing, so sure,” she replied back with a smile and sass. Finally the third players both completed their shots. In an instant, the fourth did as well. As quickly as I could, I chugged my drink. I rapidly slammed down the cup and flipped it. No good. I was so focused I didn’t even pay attention to Kate, but a groan from the other side of the table told me she did as well. With a renewed focus, I slid my finger under the cup and flipped. Roaring cheers came from my side. I put my hands up like I’d won something much greater than a dumb college drinking game. Kate’s team walked over to the same grass patch between the bags earlier. The team clearly didn’t take the loss too hard, and quickly downed their drinks. As they filtered out, I handed Kate another. “Sorry babe,” I said with a smile. She playfully punched me. And quickly downed it. Upon finishing, she approached me, “Hey, I-“ ”Hey buddy, what’s up!” I turned around, and it was one of my best friends, Jake, and his girlfriend Taylor. I hadn’t seen Jake since graduation, and didn’t expect to today. “What brings you here man?? Great to see you!” I said very excitedly. “We were in the area and wanted to come say hi for a bit and catch up, great to see you all!” As Jake looked around, he quickly noticed the bags boards. “You guys wanna play?” he asked. ”Of course I replied, Kate was just saying that earlier, let’s do it!” I looked at Kate, who seemed less excited than expected, but still began to walk over. Jake and I took one side, Kate and Taylor took the other, each couple making up a respective team. Now none of us were great to begin with, but the drinks certainly weren’t helping. It was 50/50 whether each one landed on the board or the grass beside it. Jake and I caught up, and Kate and Taylor, who were familiar with each other, but not as close as us guys, also seemed to make small talk. As the game went on, I noticed Kate talking less to her. Weird, i thought, normally she’s pretty friendly. As Jake and I finished our round of throwing, the girls bent down to collect the recently tossed bags now on their side. As Kate did this, I noticed she seemed to struggle bending down and looked rigid. This struck me as weird, but then I remembered finals and her walk across the parking lot. She had to pee, and probably pretty badly. The girls soon completed their round, and the score was tied 18-18. I noticed Kate immediately stand with her legs close together, yet another sign her bladder was uncomfortably full. I knew she wouldn’t pause the game, so I determined to win it for her. Jake threw first and made it on. 19-18 them. I threw it—on. 18-18. (Points cancel each round) Jake missed, I scored. 19-18 us. Jake missed, I threw one that *just* hung on to the edge. 20-18. If Jake missed, all I needed to do was make it on and we’d win. Not only did Jake miss, he knocked mine off. 18-18. This meant I needed to make it into the hole to win. I looked over at Kate, who couldn’t believe what had happened. Once again, she stood fists balled and legs straight as a board. I knew I had to help. “Kate baby, you’re gonna love this,” I said with a sense of swagger and sarcasm that could’ve only possibly been brought on at least partially through the alcohol. Swish. Everyone cheered, and we quickly met in the middle. “Great shot man, that was awesome!” Jake told me. “It’s good to see you guys, especially you Kate, it’s been a while. How’s life as an attorney.” Now I loved Jake because he was a nice guy and truly cared like this, but this was Kate’s worst nightmare. She was far too shy and nice to cut him off, and did her best to make small talk and answer what he asked. He asked her about her work, what cases she was looking at, where she worked, etc. All nice things, but nothing but torture for Kate. Finally he asked me something, immediately Kate whipped out her phone and began typing. “Hey, did you see this,” she asked, handing me her phone. ’Have to pee. Bad. Please distract them.’ I knew I had to play it off. “That’s crazy, I’ll text him. Jake, Taylor come with me I’ll get you guys a drink” It was now about 2 pm, just one hour before the start of the game. The three of us walked back to the tailgate and coolers. “We have everything you could want,” I told them, and it was true. The cooler between Kate and I’s car sat about 30 inches high and 50 inches long— plenty large enough for any drink possible and ice. As us 3 continued to talk, I got a text from Kate. ‘Massive line. I have to go so so bad.’ Then another. ’There’s probably 100 people waiting. This is going to take forever.’ I quickly texted back ‘you got this. Just relax and take deep breaths.’ Immediately she responded, ‘I’m trying.’ Two minutes later another text, ‘Group of girls behind me talking about how bad they need to pee. Said they might pee their pants. Makes it even worse.’ ’Can you ask to cut?’ I responded. ’Too shy. Too many people to ask. I can hold it.’ I could picture her in line. Body fully tensed, hands balled, and a bit of a bounce that would make her ass look great were the situation not so dire. About ten minutes later, I texted again. ’Any progress?’ She quickly responded, ‘Maybe halfway. I’m so full.’ ‘At least no button this time :)’ I replied. That got ignored. Immediately I got another text, ‘Woman ahead of me in line just got two kids dropped off by her husband. Both are saying they need to poop. This is going to take forever.’ Once again, luck was not on Kate’s side. I decided to sneak away and go check on her. I saw her about halfway up, and went to join her. “Doing okay?” I asked concerned. She shook her head. ”HEY! No cutting in line! I’m literally about to piss myself here!” I turned around and saw a blonde girl with a hand over her crotch and lower lip bit. “I promise I’m not,” I’m just talking with my girlfriend.” “That’s what everyone says!” she replied “then you sneak in!” One of her friends, a brunette spoke up, ”Jade, shut up. You pissed yourself once last year and probably will again this year. Don’t yell at him,” she said with a touch of annoyance. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit. Unexpectedly, Kate spoke up. ”It’s fine, we’ll leave anyways.” I was shocked, “Kate, I-“ “No it’s fine, come on,” she said and quickly pulled me away grabbing my hand. I gave her a weird look. She looked at me with concern the moment we were away from the line and said “I was never going to make it in that line. I have about two minutes until I lose it. This is worse than finals, please help me.” “There’s a McDonald’s three blocks away, can you-“ ”No.” I knew it was bad. I knew she was stressed and on the verge of a flood. I racked my brain trying to come up with ideas. Suddenly she stopped walking, shoving a hand to grab her crotch and twisting her legs. I looked at her with concern, she closed her eyes with sheer focus. After a couple seconds that felt like hours, she said “I almost lost it, I have a minute at most.” I got an idea. It wasn’t a great one, but it would work. “I have an idea, but you’re not gonna like it,” I quickly told her. “As long as it doesn’t involve peeing my pants or a hundred people watching me pee, it’s fine with me,” she quickly replied. I hesitated for a split second, “… it involves one of those things.” “No way!” she replied. “Kate hear me out. You’re gonna pee here anyways, you said it yourself. There’s the cooler between the cars. We’re parked in the corner with the wall at the front of the cars. Go behind it and flip the lid up. I’ll stand between you and the crowd as an extra layer of protection and to make sure no one comes back there. Spread your legs and act like you’re searching for a drink so if anyone catches a glimpse of you they don’t suspect anything. You’ve drank so much this will be mostly water, and you’re wearing black leggings so it won’t be too noticeable, plus it’ll dry.” As I said it out loud it sounded crazy, yet that was the situation we were in. ”I’ll smell like pee! And people will hear!” ”We can put on sunscreen to mask it, plus I don’t think it’ll be that bad given how much you’ve drank. And listen to the music, I can barely hear you talking to me.” ”…okay, she said quietly, “let’s go.” Now this honestly was the best plan in my head, but Kate agreeing to pee her pants was shocking to me. We made our way over to what would be one heck of a makeshift bathroom. Lucky for us, no one was there. Kate waddled to the back while I flipped the lid up, which covered about to her belly button. The moment she made it behind, I heard a yelp. The flood had started. “Spread your legs! It’ll help it from running down them too much!” She did as instructed, pulling off her pose well. To anyone passing by she looked like one of thousands of college students grabbing a drink. Only us two knew she was really standing there absolutely flooding herself. Somewhat surprisingly, my plan worked decently well. Her crotch was soaked, but it both wasn’t super noticeable and also mainly confined to that area. From thighs down she was as dry as when she started the day. I made sure to keep an eye on her while also anyone who’d venture back looking for a drink to hopefully stall them. Kate stole a glance at her crotch- an absolutely massive and powerful stream stemming from it. “I’m peeing as hard as I can to try and get this over with as fast as possible.” I nodded in agreement. “Hey! Can I sneak by you to grab a drink?” It was Taylor. At this moment, I had to put on the acting performance of a lifetime. Play it cool. “Oh I got you! What do you want? I’ll get it!” Taylor smiled, “Hmm, having trouble deciding, maybe a seltzer?” ”No worries, stay there, I got it! Kate is clearly having trouble deciding too,” I said with a laugh. I approached the cooler and Kate. “Almost done?” It had been about 30 seconds at this point since she started. I glanced down and saw her stream as powerful as ever. “Maybe halfway,” she replied, “this is worse than finals.” I turned around and handed Taylor her drink. She seemed slightly confused by the situation, but didn’t seem to fully understand it to me. As she walked away, I turned around. “You’re welcome.” No reply. As I approached again, it seemed her stream had begun to die a little, but she was still going at a pretty good rate. “Had to hit that cup…” she said. ”Shouldn’t have missed yours,” I replied. Finally, after about 30 more seconds, she finished. “I’m literally out of breath,” she said, “that was so bad.” I laughed and opened the door, grabbing the sunscreen. May wanna put a thin coat of this on. She did. I was pleased to see it seemed like she wasn’t too distraught over the situation— the alcohol probably had something to do with that. She applied a thin layer to her arms, enough that anyone close by would smell that before anything else. She handed it back. ”How do I look?” she said with concern, and did a slow spin. It honestly wasn’t bad. Sure if you really looked you could tell, but the wetness was low enough that you couldn’t really tell from behind, and from the front it could easily be mistaken for a shadow. “Sexy.” I replied. That wasn’t what she meant, and I was met with an eye roll. “Genuinely not bad, you wouldn’t know unless you really looked.” ”That’s great, thank you,” she said with a smile, hug, and kiss. Then she looked down. “What about this.” I glanced down to see a puddle that would make certain lakes jealous. I grabbed a beer, opened it, and dropped it in the center of the puddle. It immediately mixed and looked like nothing more than a spilled drink. “Party foul,” I said with a smile and shrugged shoulders. She laughed. I handed her a drink, and we headed back to rejoin the group and socialize for the last hour.
  7. https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/z1tdyf5ssuju933m4kzjz/JapanseBladderTorture.mp4?rlkey=w3d4jk08e4firlkiqpue7y272&dl=0 link to see the video. free for all users ^^^^^^ (for some reason, no matter how much i downgraded the video below 75MB, it would never work. i hope this alternative is still ok by omo guidelines)
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    DLEE-376 Women stand on an object and desperately wet themselves, then sit in their puddle or touch themselves a bit.
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  9. One time we went to the grocery store and she drank a liter before we left (unknown to me). Supposedly she was dancing in the checkout line an hour later as a result but I also didn’t notice that. we were driving home and she said “I really should have peed before we left”. It was about a 20 minute drive home and honestly I was surprised. I didn’t get why this was happening. She said “didn’t you see me hopping foot to foot at the checkout counter?” And honestly I didn’t! so, I did as most of us want to do and drove her to the nearest gas station for a liter of water. She drank the whole thing (now 2 liters inside her in either stomach or bladder). i then drove her to a spot where we could sit by the river, with a lot of people, but could relax. Eventually, after 20 minutes of casually talking (don’t know how she kept that composure), she said we needed to leave “right now”. So, as we were heading to my car I could see her a bit more desperate than I’d seen her before. She had nice tight short shorts on and was bent over a bit. I mean 2 liters will do that to a tiny girl like her. (5’2” 115lbs maybe 105 nice C cups and just a tight body generally. Really nice ass). As we drove to my place I knew her predicament but didn’t say anything. We stopped at a light and she got all sorts of worked up. Like I COULD have made the light. Sorry babe. She was fanning her legs but I was more like, “you were fine 5 minutes ago”, sort of attitude. If she was holding it then, she could hold it now. As we got towards home 5-10 minutes later she undid her shorts, which id never seen. She said “Alright, it’s getting really urgent”. All this was turning me on unbelievably. I thought she might not make it. a minute or two later we got home. I made her unload the groceries and also put them in the fridge. She knew what was next so she ran upstairs to my bedroom. There were roommates in my house so she had her shorts buttoned and she was walking as normally as possible. I put away the groceries for another 5-10 minutes, and then I got to my bedroom and she was already naked. She knew I wanted to fuck but didn’t know how to handle how bad she had to go (worst I’d ever seen it). She actually reached down and grabbed her pussy lightly but noticeably. I noticed for the first time ever a pretty sizable bulge. More another time This girl was the most desperate I’d seen her other than one other time though
  10. View File DLFF-376 Anyway, pee leakage seen in large numbers DLEE-376 Women stand on an object and desperately wet themselves, then sit in their puddle or touch themselves a bit. Submitter raarus Submitted 05/02/2024 Category JAV Collections  
  11. Sombra's fingers danced across her keyboard, upgrading her cyber tech with a wicked grin on her face. She had done it - her hacking was now universal, capable of infiltrating anything running on technology. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Sombra decided it was time to have some fun. She set her sights on Overwatch, the team she loved to mess with the most. In the dead of night, Sombra stealthily infiltrated the Overwatch base, her cybernetic enhancements helping her move undetected. She reached the main fuse box, her fingers flying over the keys as she tapped into the system. As she hacked into the fuse box, a devious smile played on Sombra's lips. She disabled all the bathroom doors in the base and initiated a complete lockdown - no one would be able to leave or enter for the next 32 hours. Sombra's laughter echoed through the base as she celebrated her successful test of the new upgrade, saying "It works better than I expected!" With a satisfied smirk, she made her way out of the base, already relishing the chaos she will cause. In the morning at the Overwatch base, Angela Ziegler was in her lab, carefully experimenting on her healing staff, making slight adjustments to its capabilities. The soft hum of her equipment filled the room as she focused on her work. Brigitte entered the room tired, her toned body showing from her tank top pajama shirt. Angela couldn't help but tease, "You seem well-rested. Did you have a good sleep in your armored pajamas, Brigitte?" With a hint of sarcasm, Brigitte shot back, "Oh, it was just a dreamy night, Angela. You should try it sometime." Angela grinned, enjoying their playful banter. "Is Hana up yet?" she inquired, curious about their fellow teammate. Shrugging, Brigitte replied, "I'm not sure. She might be in the hangar with her meka." As Angela continued her modifications, Brigitte asked, "Do you need any help with that staff of yours? I could lend a hand, save us some time." Accepting Brigitte's offer, Angela nodded, "That would be great, Brigitte. Thank you." Brigitte smiled, "I'll be right back. Just need to hit the little girls' room first." But as Brigitte pushed on the door to the lab's bathroom, it wouldn't budge. Confusion crossed her face, and she awkwardly crossed her legs, feeling the urge to pee growing stronger. Noticing Brigitte's struggle, Angela inquired, "What's wrong, Brigitte?" Frustration evident in her voice, Brigitte replied, "The door won't open, Angela. It's locked tight." Angela furrowed her brow, puzzled by the locked bathroom door. She got up from her desk and approached the door, attempting to open it with no success. Turning to Brigitte, she suggested, "There are other bathrooms in the base you could try, if you can make it." Brigitte awkwardly made her way to the other bathrooms, and five minutes ticked by before she returned with a worried expression. "All the bathrooms are locked and disabled," she informed Angela. Angela's eyes widened in shock and confusion. "That's not possible," she muttered. Brigitte, bouncing up and down while crossing her legs, said, "I don't want to pee anywhere else. I'll just hold it in." Angela, concerned, replied, "I understand, but that's not healthy. I'll check the main servers to see what's going on." Angela furrowed her brows, her fingers flying across her keyboard as she accessed the main servers. The screen flickered to life, displaying rows of data indicating that everything was functioning normally within the Overwatch base. Confusion clouded Angela's features as she muttered to herself, "There shouldn't be any issues according to this." Brigitte shifted from foot to foot, crossing her legs and bouncing slightly as she struggled to contain her growing discomfort. "Angela, this is getting really bad." Angela turned to Brigitte, her expression mirroring the concern in the younger woman's voice. "It seems like there might be a fault in the system. You'll have to hold it for now, Brigitte. It's not safe, but hopefully, the doors will start working soon." Brigitte took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I'll be fine. I'm used to holding it for a bit. Just hoped this gets fixed quickly." Hana Song sauntered into the lab, her pajama crop top and panties exposed for everyone to see. "Hey, guys, did you notice the bathroom doors are all locked?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Angela looked up from her desk. "It seems like there might be a faulty problem with the doors," she said, concern lacing her tone. "Do you need to use the bathroom, Hana?" Hana groaned at the mention of the faulty doors but replied, "Actually, I was planning to take a shower. Guess that'll have to wait." Brigitte chimed in, holding her shorts "Well, lucky you. My bladder's about to burst…" Angela stood up from her desk, beckoning Hana to join them. "Come over here, let's discuss this," she said, her voice firm but comforting. As Hana walked over, Angela continued, "We don't know when the doors will fix themselves. The best we can do for now is to try and limit how much fluid we consume and monitor our bladders to avoid needing to pee." Hana and Brigitte exchanged determined looks, nodding in agreement. They understood the situation and were willing to try and follow Angela’s orders. However, not a single one knew of how bad this day was going to get… A few hours passed since the lockdown began at the Overwatch base. In her room, Hana, in her pajamas, sat cross-legged on her bed, her legs bouncing up and down as she played video games. Desperate to pee, Hana tried every trick she could think of to hold it in. She crossed her legs tightly, squeezed her thighs together, and even held her crotch, trying not to think about the growing pressure in her bladder. As the game intensified, Hana's focus wavered. She started to lose control, the urge to pee becoming almost unbearable. With a deep breath, she finally quit the game and stood up, trying to hold it in while remaining calm. "I would do anything to pee in a toilet right now," Hana murmured to herself, feeling the discomfort gnawing at her. Despite the mounting problem, Hana refused to give in. She was determined to hold it in until the bathroom doors fixed themselves, no matter how challenging it became. The struggle continued, with each passing minute feeling like an eternity. Brigitte was going through a difficult time as she tried to hold it in. With each passing minute, the pressure in her bladder increased. She felt like she might genuinely burst, but she was determined to control herself. As she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, Brigitte couldn't ignore the urgent call of nature. Feeling her stomach, she noticed a small, round bulge below her belly button. Her bladder was starting to expand, signaling the urgency of her situation. "I need to pee so badly," Brigitte muttered to herself, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. Angela, who was in the lab with Brigitte, noticed her discomfort. Crossing her own legs and bouncing slightly to hold in her own pee, she asked, "Are you okay, Brigitte?" "I'm fine," Brigitte replied through gritted teeth, willing herself to continue adjusting Angela's healing staff. The pressure was becoming unbearable, but she couldn't afford to lose focus now. Brigitte winced, feeling the pressure in her bladder growing unbearable. Her body tensed as she struggled to focus on the task at hand, the urgency to relieve herself becoming more intense by the minute. She glanced over at Angela, who appeared calm on the outside but Brigitte could see the slight twitch in her leg that betrayed her inner turmoil. "Angela, do you need to sit down for a bit?" Brigitte asked, her voice quivering with discomfort. Angela managed a strained smile, her hand subtly pressing against her bulging abdomen as she moved up and down, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. "No, thank you, Brigitte. I just... drank a bit too much coffee this morning. I'll manage," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. Angela’s mind was racing, trying to maintain her composure as she fought the desperate urge to let go. Her jeans' button and zipper were undone, her belt hanging loosely as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The need to find relief was becoming increasingly urgent. Despite her own discomfort, Angela couldn't help but notice the pained expression on Brigitte's face. With a shaky breath, she forced herself to focus on the task at hand, silently hoping for a resolution to their predicament. Several hours had passed since the beginning of the lockdown at the Overwatch base. The bathroom doors remained stubbornly shut, much to the increasing discomfort of Angela and Brigitte. The tension in the room was palpable as they all struggled with their urgent need to relieve themselves. Suddenly, the lab door creaked open, and Hana slowly trudged in. She placed one hand on the wall for support, the other desperately clutching her big bulging abdomen as she tried to contain the massive amount of pee inside her. Angela and Brigitte looked up at her, their expressions a mix of worry and empathy as they witnessed Hana's obvious distress. "Has anyone exploded in their pants yet?" Hana stuttered in agony, the urgency evident in her voice. Brigitte, barely able to muster any words through her discomfort, managed to shake her head weakly. "N-not yet, but I might soon." Angela, rubbing her own bulging bladder and crossing her legs tightly, tried to maintain a reassuring tone. "We'll make it, Hana. Just keep holding on." Brigitte couldn't take it anymore. The pressure was unbearable. "How much are we holding?" she managed to gasp out, her voice strained. Angela, feeling a sense of urgency, turned to a nearby computer that housed the current anatomy status and x-rays of all three of them when they joined Overwatch. As she scanned the screen, warning labels popped up over each x-ray, indicating dangerous levels of bladder distention. With a shaky voice, Angela began to read the status out loud. "Brigitte, you have 3.4 liters in your bladder," she said, her own discomfort evident. Brigitte let out a loud groan of desperation and agony, her hands clutching her swollen abdomen. Turning to Hana, Angela continued, "Hana, you have 3.6 liters in your bladder." Hana whimpered in response, the urge to go becoming almost unbearable. Finally, Angela's own turn came. "And I have 3.4 liters in my bladder," she moaned in pain, feeling the pressure mounting by the second. Hana managed to speak through the discomfort, "Too much nano cola." Brigitte added in a strained voice, "Too much water." Angela confessed, "Too much coffee." The trio all grabbed their bulging abdomens, holding on as the urgency to relieve themselves grew stronger by the minute. Angela's eyes widened as she noticed the label on the computer screen for Hana's x-ray, indicating a leakage. She turned to look at Hana, only to see Hana looking down, a little bit of pee trickling down her crossed legs from her panties. "Hana, you're leaking," Angela exclaimed, concern evident in her voice. Hana looked up with a desperate expression. "I'm gonna burst soon," she said, her voice strained. Angela tried to reassure her, "Just hold out a bit longer, we'll find a way to fix this." But Brigitte interjected, her voice tight with strain, "We're all about to hit our limits. It's only a matter of time until we all burst." Angela felt a surge of panic rising within her. She leaned on the table, double-crossing her legs tightly. "I refuse to piss myself," she declared, her voice determined. Meanwhile, Hana continued to leak a bit, her face contorted in a mixture of discomfort and determination. She double-crossed her own legs and jammed her hands between her legs against her crotch, trying to hold in her pee. "Come on, come on," Hana whispered to herself, her resolve wavering as she struggled to keep it all in despite the leaking. Angela stood there, her legs double-crossed, the urgency in her eyes matching the determination in her voice. With a resolute nod, she took the cup of coffee in her hand and drank it all in large gulps, surprising Brigitte and Hana. Brigitte's eyes widened, "Are you crazy, Angela? You're going to burst!" But Angela wasn't kidding about refusing to pee herself. She seemed determined to keep it all in, no matter how full she was. Sitting down at her computer, she tried to focus on her work while also holding herself tightly to prevent any accidents. "I'm going to try and force open the doors through the mainframe," Angela announced to Brigitte and Hana, her fingers flying across the keyboard despite her lack of expertise in hacking. She was desperate, and time was running out. As Angela delved into the base servers, trying to override the lockdown protocols, a small leak began to seep through her pants, a visible sign that she was nearing her limit. But she gritted her teeth and continued her efforts, the urgency growing with each passing second. Brigitte groaned in pain, her hand firmly pressed against her lower abdomen, while Hana whimpered and moaned softly, her struggle becoming more evident as she slowly leaked. The tension in the room was unbearable, the pressure building with each passing moment. All three women were on the brink of bursting, the consequences of their nano cola, water, and coffee consumption catching up to them. The clock was ticking, and the situation was becoming increasingly dire. Angela's fingers danced across the keyboard, her eyes focused on the screen as she frantically searched for a way to override the lockdown. With a surge of determination, she began tweaking the system, hoping her skills would be enough to lift the restrictions that had kept them trapped. A short amount of time passed, tension thick in the air, before, as if by magic, the lockdown lifted. The bathroom doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the much-needed relief just on the other side. Brigitte stood up, her hand tightly gripping her crotch as she rubbed the massive bulge of her full bladder with her other hand. Hana looked at Brigitte nervously, seeing the desperation in her eyes. Brigitte met her gaze, nodding her head towards the now-open bathroom, silently urging Hana to go first. Without hesitation, Hana sprinted for the bathroom, her movements a mix of desperation and relief. She swung the door shut behind her, finally able to let go and release the pressure that had been building up for far too long. Angela and Brigitte waited anxiously, the sound of running water echoing in the room. Brigitte turned to Angela, concern etched on her face. "Do you want to go next?" she asked, her own need pressing urgently. Angela shook her head, her hand still cradling her soccer ball-sized bulge. "I can manage," she insisted, her voice strained but determined. As the tension of their prolonged wait began to ease, Hana emerged from the bathroom, looking and feeling visibly relieved. She sank into a chair, a look of contentment on her face as she finally allowed herself to relax. Brigitte wasted no time, racing to the bathroom and closing the door behind her, eager to find the same sense of relief that Hana had just experienced. Angela sat back, her own need still overwhelming, but her focus unwavering as she prepared to face her turn. Brigitte finally emerged from the bathroom, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. She wearily sank into a nearby chair, letting out a contented sigh. Angela, feeling the pressure of her full bladder increasing with each step, got up slowly from her seat. "Don't burst, don't burst," she muttered to herself, tightly gripping her crotch as she made her way to the bathroom. Her bulging bladder was noticeable under her shirt, a clear sign of her dire need. Once inside the bathroom, Angela closed the door behind her, finally allowing herself to release the gallon of pee she had been holding in. The sound of rushing liquid was a welcome relief as she emptied her bladder. A few minutes later, Angela emerged from the bathroom and returned to her chair, visibly more relaxed and calm after the ordeal of holding in so much urine. "I felt like I was going to explode," Hana confessed, her face still flushed from the experience. Brigitte nodded in agreement, "I felt the same way. That was intense." Angela chimed in with a hint of humor, "I could have held it a bit longer if I wanted to." Hana playfully rolled her eyes, "Show off." Angela was focused on her computer when she heard a muffled voice coming from the security camera near her desk. Frowning, she glanced at the screen and saw Sombra, the notorious hacker, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Hana and Brigitte rushed over to see what was happening. Sombra's face contorted in pain as she held her stomach, her bladder visibly bulging out like a watermelon. "I... I messed up," Sombra stuttered, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "I need a toilet... fast." Hana and Brigitte burst into laughter, realizing that she had been behind their turmoil, and that the tables had turned. Angela couldn't help but smile mischievously as she returned to her computer, quickly initiating the lockdown once again. "Payback time," Hana chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Sombra's eyes widened in panic as she realized that the base went back into lockdown. She pounded on the wall, desperation clear in her voice as she plead for the lockdown to end again. Angela leaned back in her chair, a satisfied grin on her face. "Let's see how she likes being stuck," she said, reveling in the opportunity to mess with Sombra. Sombra stood there, her bladder painfully full, feeling like it might burst at any moment. She held her bulging bladder with one hand, the other jammed tightly between her crossed legs, trying to maintain control. Her bladder bulge was massive, weighing her down, forcing her to slouch against the wall for support. Looking up at the camera, Sombra stuttered in pain, pleading for relief. "I-I don't wanna pee myself," she whimpered, desperation evident in her voice. "I'm gonna explode soon!" But in Angela's office, Brigitte, Hana, and Angela were oblivious to Sombra's plight, lounging comfortably and chatting. Sombra's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as she battled against the mounting pressure in her bladder. As Sombra gritted her teeth, she felt a trickle of pee escape, running down her leggings, a clear sign that she was reaching her breaking point. "Open, open," she muttered to herself, her voice strained with agony. "I don't want to burst. Not like this." Sombra leaned against the locked bathroom door, her body trembling as she slouched over, desperate for relief. She banged on the door, hoping it would miraculously open, but it remained stubbornly shut. With each movement, she leaked a little more pee, her bladder on the brink of exploding. "Please, please, open up!" Sombra pleaded, her voice strained with desperation. "I'm going to burst, please!" Frantically, she jammed both of her hands into her crotch, trying to hold back the onslaught of pressure. But as she fought against it, the leaks became more frequent, her control slipping away. "Come on, come on, come on!" Sombra repeated the words like a desperate mantra, her voice tinged with panic. Then, in a sudden gasp, Sombra lost the battle. She moaned loudly in a mix of relief and humiliation as she felt herself finally and uncontrollably pee herself. Her bladder, once painfully full, began to shrink as she stood there, the warmth of her pee spreading down her legs. Hana's eyes widened as she stared at the screen, watching Sombra desperately trying to hold back her pee. "Holy shit," she exclaimed, pointing at the live feed. "Sombra is peeing herself!" Angela and Brigitte turned their attention to the screen, their expressions shifting from discomfort to amusement. The three girls burst into laughter as they witnessed Sombra's humiliation in real-time. Minutes passed by, Sombra's body finally giving in as she stopped peeing, exhausted from the intense holding. Sombra's eyes flicked to the camera that had captured her embarrassing moment. Her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she defiantly stuck up her middle finger. "Whoever did this is going to pay for making me lose control, I swear!" Angela, still laughing uncontrollably, managed to compose herself long enough to disable the lockdown, allowing Sombra to turn invisible as she made a hasty exit from the base, seething with humiliation and rage.
  12. View File Desperate Gamer Girl I'm relaxing and gaming in bed, I realize I am desperate to pee, trying to hold it but I can't and I slowly let it out, wetting my purple panties and the bed underneath me! Unable to pause the game, I make a huge puddle, and am super embarrassed that I peed myself, lying when my friends ask over mic chat that everything is fine, I just messed up in the game but eventually I realize I can't sit here any longer and go offline, sitting up and showing my ass to the camera revealing the huge puddle that was underneath me and how wet my panties are before I get nice and close to the camera and show off my wet panties even more for you, finishing off the video by sliding them off! Submitter melikai Submitted 04/07/2024 Category Female  
  13. Waking up to a good morning text from your boyfriend is always amazing. However, I wasn’t expecting to see a challenge when I woke up this morning. On a day where I had plenty to do, this was definitely something that could be added to the list… As I started my day the way I normally do (small iced coffee and a bottle of water), I realized that holding my pee until I couldn’t would become more of a challenge than I originally thought. The more I drank, the more I started to feel the familiar bloat in my bladder. I know he presented this challenge to me because life gets busy and I forget to pee, but also, I really want to know how long I can hold on. I want to find my limit and push past it. There’s a very specific feeling as a stubborn person in this world. It’s like the feeling of rebellion and breaking the norm that gives me a high. Throughout the day I continued on with my tasks of drinking as much as possible while also trying to run errands. First stop was trying on clothes, not the best when you are trying to fill your bladder. Then slowly following a friend around Target and Sephora sipping tea. Once the day started to come to an end, I realized that I’m at a point where I can feel my overstretched bladder pulsating and begging me to go to the bathroom. While this is becoming emergent it’s not there yet, so I continue doing housework and filling my body with liquids. Every move I make it jostles my bladder and makes me feel like I’m going to release in my pants all over the floor. I’m too stubborn to let myself go when I’m not spurting in my panties. So while I have to pee to the point my bladder is visibly a bit bloated, it’s not my limit. As time goes on I realize it’s been close to 9 hours since I went to the bathroom and I can feel my body starting to resist me holding it. But another sensation I get is how wet I am thinking about how good it’s going to feel when I finally do let go. Another 30 minutes go by and I am finally at the point where I am with my legs crossed constantly. If they uncross to take a step I feel like I’m about to start leaking. I doubt I’d be able to tell which part of me is causing the dampness in my panties. But I’m also starting to get concerned that I won’t make it. I feel like even taking two steps, I’m going end up peeing in my floor before I get the opportunity to take my pants and panties off. The journey to the bathroom was slow as I felt myself getting wetter with anticipation of what’s to come. Whether that’s spurting pee or my pussy, I’ll never know. Finally I get to the bathroom, stomach bloated, panties wet and pee threatening to release. I’m fumbling with my jeans and barely get them down before I’m peeing in my panties over the toilet. The release alone is enough to have my pussy throbbing from the wet heat dripping out and down my thighs. Coating me in something so sinful but so right. I knew that pushing my limits would be a mess to clean up but I had to let it go. As I feel my panties starting to cling to me, I can’t help but think how nobody’s here to stop me from making a mess. There is something lingering in my head, turning me on almost as much as the piss dripping down my legs… there’s no one to punish me for making a mess. When you’ve been good for so long there’s excitement in knowing you can get away with something that feels so wrong and so right. When I’m done, I’m left wet and wanting. I can’t stop thinking about him pulling my panties to the side and looking at my wet pussy waiting to be filled. The only thing that would make this better is if I had never made it to the toilet. If I had wet myself on the floor. If he had come in behind me as I cleaned myself up and fucked me in my own puddle. Oh well… there’s always next time.
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    I'm relaxing and gaming in bed, I realize I am desperate to pee, trying to hold it but I can't and I slowly let it out, wetting my purple panties and the bed underneath me! Unable to pause the game, I make a huge puddle, and am super embarrassed that I peed myself, lying when my friends ask over mic chat that everything is fine, I just messed up in the game but eventually I realize I can't sit here any longer and go offline, sitting up and showing my ass to the camera revealing the huge puddle that was underneath me and how wet my panties are before I get nice and close to the camera and show off my wet panties even more for you, finishing off the video by sliding them off!
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    Strawberry told her daddy that she didnt need a diaper for this walk in the woods but she was clearly wrong and wets her jeans outside.
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  16. Hi everyone. I’m back with a new idea for a story! As most of my regular readers know, I like my stories to feature lots of wetting and desperation content, but only if it’s in someway realistic. I’m always trying to come up with new scenarios that fit this criteria. So, I’ve come up with an idea about two friends who decide to start making wetting videos for fun and profit. After this first, set up chapter, there is scope for a lot of wetting scenes. I hope you enjoy it. THE NECESSARY BACKSTORY Megan and Polly first became friends during their freshman year of college. They were probably drawn together by the fact that they were both vaguely outcasts in the highly defined social structure of their school. Megan was a chubby girl, slightly short of stature, with plain brown hair, wide hips, and black framed glasses. She had a very “loud” personality, and wasn’t shy at all. She wouldn’t take any crap from anybody, and could be very outspoken about any topic that she was passionate about, and she was passionate about a lot of topics. Although she wasn’t a typical “Popular Girl,” she was very social, and blended in easily with most demographics. If she didn’t, her “screw them” attitude served her very well. Now people say that opposites attract, and that certainly seemed to be the case with Polly. Tall, stick thin, quiet, and very shy. Polly spent most of her time just trying not to be noticed, or make any waves. She was a plain but pretty girl, with alabaster skin, blonde hair, and slightly green eyes, although she never made any major efforts to look any more than nice and presentable, preferring to just simply blend into the background rather than stand out. Neither girl could precisely recall exactly how or when their friendship had started, but somewhere along the line, they had become firm friends. They often joked with each other that they were like two sides of the same coin, and their differences offset one another perfectly, each being a perfect foil for their own individual flaws. ———————————— THE FIRST WETTING INCIDENT As with most stories of this genre, there is usually a moment or an incident that sets the ball rolling in the right direction. A “Butterfly Effect” moment if you will. For Megan and Polly, it was the night of the free concert in the park.... “Come on slow poke, drink up!” Polly took another little sip of her hard cider, and gave Megan a good look at her middle finger in the process. Typical Megan! Always wanting to get buzzed before they went out. Polly did like a drink, but her friend really went hard at it sometimes, and always tried to get Polly to join in too. She burped. “Get stuffed Meegs. I already told you, I’ll just have a couple. After all, someone has to keep their head clear enough to look after you!” Megan downed the remainder of her beer in three big gulps, and grinned at her friend. They were drinking in the basement of Megan’s parents house, where a small but comfortable flat was where she called home. Ideally, she would like to move out, to find her own place, but that wasn’t possible as a poor first year college student. “Come on Pol, I’m not that bad! I promise I’ll behave myself tonight, but we really should get a buzz going first. Won’t be anything to drink while we’re there!” Polly shook her head, trying to look disappointed, but failing to hide her grin. “You don’t HAVE to be buzzed every time we go out, ya know?” “Yeah. But that’s no fun, Miss Polly Perfect!” The friendly, tipsy banter continued for awhile, until the time came to eventually leave, and catch the bus. Being stereotypical broke students, going out to actual concerts was a rare event, but tonight, a Saturday, was a rare treat. Their local shire was hosting a free “Concert-In-The-Park,” complete with food stalls and various family entertainment, and a few friends (Of Megans naturally) were playing in a band. So after another couple of drinks, (Three for Megan, one for Polly,) they headed out to catch the bus. The park wasn’t far, and the ride would only take about twenty minutes. Being a warm summer evening, Megan was dressed in a short sleeved black slip on shirt, a mid thigh length denim skirt, and flats, while Polly was dressed more conservatively in jeans and a yellow blouse, with Converse. She admired Megans self confidence. She just didn’t feel entirely comfortable in a skirt that didn’t go past the knees, and her legs were a lot more shapely than her friends. Maybe shapely wasn’t the right word. Megan’s legs certainly had a shape to them, just a much bigger, rounder, fuller shape tan what Pollys did. As per her normal attitude though, Megan couldn’t give a hoot about whether she was a bit on the larger size or not, and simply dressed for comfort. Once they were clear of the house, Megan paused, pulling a small tin from her handbag, then extracting a small, hand rolled cigarette, which had a strange, sweet aroma when lit. Polly rolled her eyes. “Not again Meegs? I thought you weren’t gonna mix weed with alcohol again? Remember how you spewed up everywhere last time?” Megan shrugged, taking a deep drag, then passing it on to her friend. Despite her previous objections, Polly did take a quick hit before passing it back. She didn’t mind a small smoke occasionally, but wouldn’t drink too much beforehand. Besides, even if she did try to refuse, Megan would no doubt badger her until she caved in. It was easier this way. “Relax Pol. I’ve only got this small one. Got it off my brother this morning. It’s hardly enough to do anything.” “Except you’re doing it on six beers,” she muttered, but to no avail. “Shit,” Megan muttered, as they approached the bus stop, just in time to see the rear end of the bus departing. “How long before the next one comes along?” This was a perfect Polly question. She was always the one with important stuff like bus and class timetables at the forefront of her brain, and she answered instantly. “Chill Meegs. Only about twenty minutes.” “Aw shit,” Megan replied. “I really need to pee.” Polly rolled her eyes. “Seriously? We just left home! Why on earth didn’t you go before we left?” “Because I didn’t wanna miss the bus?” Megan replied sheepishly. Polly burst out laughing, causing Megan to snort, then bend over with her hands in her lap, and her legs crossed. “Bitch! Don’t make me laugh! I’ll pee myself!” For Megan, the twenty minute wait was almost interminably long, then she had the bus ride still in front of her to go. Although she didn’t make a huge deal of it, Polly was well aware of how Megan kept her legs pressed tightly together, occasionally crossing her ankles, and mumbling under her breath with discomfort. Finally the nearly empty bus arrived, and with wobbly legs, she boarded first, dragging Polly all the way to the empty back seat, well away from the other few passengers. She slid to the side, so there was a bench seat in front of her. Polly had a very minor buzz going, and had to try not to giggle. “Why are we sitting in the back Meegs? Are we now the cool kids or something?” “Fat chance,” came the reply. “I really need to pee. This is more private.” Polly paused. “What? You’re not going to do it on the bus! Are ya?” Megan put a hand up her skirt, pressing her fingers against her pee hole, which was inside her hot pink satin panties. “Not on purpose, doofus. But seriously, I don’t think I’m gonna make it....” They lapsed into silence, Polly suddenly understanding the gravity of the situation, while Megan was distracted by her quivering pee hole, and the way her high kept increasing. She was already stoned, but it seemed to be getting deeper and heavier the longer she sat there. Normally, this would be perfect, but now, it was a distraction that she didn’t need. Her lower stomach was starting to ache, and she could almost feel the urine building up in her urethra, making every bump or turn of the bus almost intolerable. The bus went over a bump, and was travelling maybe just a little bit fast, and both girls were bounced up off the seat for a second. Megan still had her hand pressed tightly against her panties, and suddenly, her fingers got warm. “Shit! I just leaked,” she whispered almost violently to her friend. “Come on. We have to get off. NOW!” “But Meegs, we’re almost there. Can’t you hold on? It’s only like two more stops?” Megan stood up, and pressed the stop button. “Polly, I just peed myself a bit, and I’m about to lose it altogether. Come on! You have to stay with me here!” The bus stopped, and they got off. Once safely on the sidewalk, the bigger girl turned around. “Is my butt wet?” She asked. Polly looked, but her friends ample backside still looked dry, and the faded denim would certainly show up any wetness that was there, so she was quick to put her friends mind at ease, but one burning question still remained. “Now what, Einstein? There’s no toilets here! Toldya we should’ve stayed on the bus.” Megan grabbed her by the arm, pulling her towards a small, local park, that intersected some houses. It wasn’t really a park in the true sense of the word, more of a grassed strip between the houses with various paths leading into it for a pedestrian shortcut. “There,” she almost shouted, dragging Polly along with her. Polly didn’t quite understand exactly what Megans plan was. The grass area was almost totally devoid of trees or bushes that could act as a screen, and there definitely wasn’t any facilities available, but she let herself get pulled along beside an increasingly desperate Megan. Suddenly, their direction changed, as Megan led her onto a side path the dissected two groups of houses, which both had high fences concealing their individual back yards. Yes, nobody from the houses could see them, but the path itself was wide open and completely visible from both ends. There still wasn’t anywhere private that a person could seek relief. “Here. This’ll have to do,” Megan stage whispered, as she hopped from foot to foot, and started digging around frantically inside her handbag. Polly was smirking, but looking a bit worried at the same time. “Do? What do you mean, ‘Do?’ Come on Meegs! You can’t go here! Look! It’s wide open!” Megan was kicking off her shoes on the middle of the concrete path, which was more difficult than usual, as she was keeping her knees firmly pressed together as she searched her bag. She smiled as she pulled her cell phone out, unlocked it, switched it on, then passed it to her friend. “Here! I need a favour. Don’t ask any questions, just do as I say, ok?” Polly took the phone, with a look of confusion. “Oookayyyy.....what do you want?” Megan was flushed, with either embarrassment or desperation, but she was wearing what could only be described as a wicked grin on her face. “Film me,” she said, issuing a deep breath after forcing the words out. “Wait. What?” “Film me. Just not my face, if you can help it. I can always edit it later, but it’s a lot easier if you can just keep my face out of it. Also, not just me, I want you to like film where we are. You know, like pan around a bit? But make sure you have the camera firmly on my panties when it happens. Don’t worry about the sound, I’ll cut all the sound out later.” Polly was confused. “What do you mean, when it happens? When what happens? What am I filming?” “I said no questions, just start filming!” Megan hissed, wincing at the tingly feeling at her pee hole. It was about to come out. She couldn’t stop it. Polly was gobsmacked. She literally couldn’t think of a single thing to say, so she wordlessly took the offered phone. This didn’t make any sense to her at all, but Megans desperation was obvious, and if that’s what she wanted..... “Come on Pol, start filming. Pan around. Quick!” In a daze, Polly started filming. She looked back at the way they had come, then turned around slowly, her back to Megan, as she took in the area in front of them. At the moment, both parts were still vacant of people. “Ohohohoh! Quick! Here it comes,” she heard from behind. “Make sure you get this! Remember. No face,” Polly turned around, trying to keep everything in focus at the same time. What she saw, was enough to almost make her drop the phone in shock. Megan was standing there, legs slightly spread, barefoot with her shoes kicked well clear, and her denim skirt hitched up past her waist, showing her pink satin panties to anyone that should be looking. Polly had no sooner gotten over her shock, when Megan hitched those panties up firmly against her sex, and a dark shadow of wetness started spreading across the front of them. “Make sure you get this,” she whispered, as the pee started racing down both her legs, coating her feet, forming an ever growing puddle between and around them, her red painted toes curling as she breathed a deep sigh of relief. “My feet. Make sure you get my feet,” Megan hissed, so Polly dutifully let the camera pan down her legs, recording the solid waterfall that was cascading down, to where her feet were splashing in the ever growing puddle. Time seemed to freeze altogether, but Megans relief only lasted for around fifteen seconds, although the puddle on the cement was huge by the time she had finished. Polly kept nervously looking around, fully expecting someone to appear on the path at any moment, but it looked like luck was on their side. “Quick. Last one. Zoom in on my pussy,” came the instructions, and again, she did as she was told, refocusing on Megans glistening crotch, as the girl pulled her sodden panties up tight enough to give her a camel toe, as the last of her pee bubbled through them, causing her to shiver and sigh. Polly didn’t know what to expect next, so she kept recording, as Megan grabbed some tissues from her bag, and quickly wiped her legs and blotted the front and crotch of her panties, then stepped onto the grass and wiped her feet, and slipped her shoes on. They paused just long enough for a close up of the massive pee puddle, then hurriedly walked away. Just as they were exiting the park, a guy came jogging past them, and they burst out laughing and ducked around the corner, hoping to get away before he saw the lake that had formed on the concrete. Polly waited until they were safely down the street before she spoke. “Meegs? What. The. Fuck. Was. That?” Megan was flushed, and looked embarrassed, but she was grinning. “That, my dear Polly, is sixty dollars. Fifty of which is pure profit.” Whatever answer Polly was expecting, this wasn’t it. She just looked blankly at her friend. “Look. Poll. Jeez. This is hard. But I kinda started a thing. Like a Tumblr thing. Plus an OnlyFans thing. Something I saw online to make money.” “Make money how? I’m not following you. Christ Meegs. You just peed your pants!” “For profit Pol, for profit. I found out that there’s people who will pay good money for videos of me peeing my pants, even more if they get the pants to keep! Some guy is paying me sixty bucks to wear these panties for two days, and to pee in them. They only cost me ten bucks to buy! I wore them yesterday, and today, and I was gonna film myself wetting them in the bathtub later, but I couldn’t hold on! I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to film it just because I had an accident!” “But now what? Your knickers are soaked!” Megan shrugged. “So what? They’ll dry out soon, and it’s easy money,” she lowered her voice, “Feels kinda good, too.” To say Polly was shocked at this additional comment would be a massive understatement. “What the hell do you mean by that?” Megan shrugged. “Exactly what it sounds like. I actually don’t mind the feeling. Makes me feel kind of sexy, and naughty.” She glanced sideways at her companion. “Tell the truth, Pol. You must’ve wet your pants before?” Polly blushed. “Yeah. Of course I have. Not a lot since I was little, but I’ve had accidents before.” “Did you hate it?” “Well I didn’t like it,” she spluttered. “It’s not a big deal if nobody knows about it, I guess. Thankfully, no one has ever seen me.” “Sooooo, you didn’t hate it?” Polly almost answered straight away, but forced herself to pause, and consider it. “Honestly? I guess it didn’t realllllyyyyy bother me, but mainly because nobody knew about it, until now I guess.” Megan threw the handful of tissues into a bin they were walking past, and wiped her hands on the back of her skirt. When she spoke, her voice had an edge of excitement about it. “You know Polly, I’ve got a great idea! You and me should totally go into business together! With both of us doing this, it makes filming a lot easier, and we could double the output!” Pollys jaw dropped. “Whaaaaat? Are you fucking insane? Why on earth would I do that?” “Two-three hundred bucks a week. Each. Tax free. What about that?” Polly had to admit, it sounded interesting. “Let’s talk about it,” she said.
  17. Can someone please post this? It would be greatly appreciated!
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