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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
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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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  4. Can someone please post this? It would be greatly appreciated!
  5. Hi all it’s my first attempt of writing and my first post here. Hope you guys like it and do let me know if any improvements or suggestions. In a small Indian village, there lived a young girl named Anjali. She was a simple girl, who loved her traditional clothes and the simple way of life in her village. However, one eventful day, Anjali found herself in a desperate situation that she could not have imagined. It was a hot summer day, and the village was bustling with excitement. There was a big function being held in the village, and everyone was dressed in their finest traditional clothes. Anjali was also dressed in a beautiful saree, with intricate designs and vibrant colors. She was excited to be a part of the function, but little did she know that it would turn out to be a nightmare for her. As the day went on, Anjali began to feel the need to use the bathroom. She frantically searched for a bathroom, but to her dismay, she couldn't find one. She asked around, but everyone seemed to be too busy to help her. As time passed, Anjali's desperation grew. She was now running around, looking for a bathroom, but there seemed to be none in sight. To make matters worse, people kept offering her more drinks, thinking that she was just thirsty. Anjali couldn't refuse, as it would be considered rude in her culture. With each passing minute, Anjali's desperation and discomfort grew. She was now holding onto her stomach, trying to control the urge to go to the bathroom. Finally, in a state of panic, Anjali sat down on a nearby sofa. She couldn't take it anymore, and as she sat down, she started leaking unable to stop. The piss started to drip from the sofa, and people around her started to notice. Anjali's face turned red with embarrassment, but she couldn't stop the flow. As piss continued to drip, people started to gather around her. Some were confused, while others were amused. Anjali couldn't believe what was happening. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. But at the same time, she felt a sense of relief. The discomfort that had been building up inside her was finally gone. As the flow of liquid stopped, Anjali stood up, her face still red with embarrassment. She quickly apologized to the people around her, explaining her desperate situation. To her surprise, instead of being angry or disgusted, the people around her were understanding and sympathetic. They offered her water to clean up and even helped her find a bathroom. From that day on, Anjali's embarrassing moment became the talk of the village.
  6. I am sharing this again as I work on the next book. I plan on getting this made into an ebook so welcome any constructive comments and hope you enjoy reading this again to refresh yourself of the story. I’ll add a chapter a night as I write the next chapters up. Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was much more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 and a half hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself: he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help because for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger first. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breathe he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could really do with that.
  7. 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...
  8. Hello! I’m just wondering, does anyone know any good Omorashi video games that are worth playing? I’m just looking for some games that are either centred around Omorashi or atleast have Desperation and Wetting as a decent part of the game. Preferably games that are in English or have an unofficial manual or machine translation to English. I’d also prefer some games that aren’t JRPGs with heavy amounts of combat, although I’ll still accept those. And lastly, yes I have already played Mojique and Aquarius. Some different games will be much appreciated. Thanks! 👍
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  10. View File Wet tights and warm toes in the snow (another case of locked bathrooms) My partner and I just can't catch a break! Last week I was caught short with no available bathrooms and the same was true for my partner this week. They were very desperate, yet very shy about releasing in public. Sadly, with no bathrooms available they had to remove their jeans and wet their tights in a secluded, wooded area. Perhaps February really is the cruelest month! Submitter themerger Submitted 02/17/2024 Category Transgender (FtM)  
  11. If anyone remembers sokinky-sowet from the golden days of tumblr, then you might remember some of her amazing gif sets that came with her, and subsequently left with her during the purge. There are two gifs sets I'm looking for in particular, I have two, and while some are floating around on the internet, I'm looking for all of them in order of upload. (Spoilered for nudity) Does anyone know or have access to these gif sets? Thank you in advance if you do have them.
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    My partner and I just can't catch a break! Last week I was caught short with no available bathrooms and the same was true for my partner this week. They were very desperate, yet very shy about releasing in public. Sadly, with no bathrooms available they had to remove their jeans and wet their tights in a secluded, wooded area. Perhaps February really is the cruelest month!
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  13. Author's Note: Hey guys/girls. Not only is this my first story on this site, it's my first fanfic PERIOD. Apologies if it's not the best. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 1: Walking in the Night Living in New York has its ups and downs. Evelynn needed a breath of fresh air. Being as popular and good looking as her, she expects many heads to turn her way. And of course, she always enjoys catching men (and women) staring at her ass. But after spending 6 hours walking around Times Square, even she got a bit tired of it. She turned around and noticed Ahri heading up the stairs. “Eve? We’re turning in for the night.” Ahri said, turning to face the popstar. “You coming?” “No, I think I’ll go on a walk first. I need to clear my mind.” “Aww, did one to many men try to ask you out today?” “Maybe,” Evelynn smirked, “Not that you’d know that feeling.” “You don’t have to be so mean!” Evelynn laughed. “Goodnight sweetheart!” Ahri pouted as she continued up the stairs. Evelynn chuckled at her clever response and made her way to the door. As she did, she felt a strong twinge at her bladder. She hadn’t gone in the past 6 hours, and was beginning to get fairly desperate. I’ll be fine. I can hold it, she thought. She stepped outside and felt the night breeze against her face. Taking a deep breath, she walked down the driveway and turned onto the street. As she walked, she thought back to the day’s events. In the evening, she and the girls had gone to Times Square for a bit of a “girls night out”. Being in Times Square, it didn’t take long before a group of girls recognized them. Thankfully, they were sure not to cause too much of a ruckus and not too much attention was attracted. As they talked, Evelynn's need for the restroom grew. She had neglected to use it before they left. By the time the fans left, Evelynn was ready to burst. She had suggested they head to H&M for some clothes shopping. As they entered the store, the girls all split up to search for different outfits. Evelynn immediately searched for a restroom. As she reached one, she leaked a little in her panties. She rushed in and found an empty stall. As she entered, she yanked down her panties, sat down, and released hours worth of hot pee. As the golden liquid rushed out of her, Evelynn felt a vast amount of relief, and even got a bit turned at how good it felt. She let out a moan, not caring if anyone heard her. Eventually, her stream decreased in intensity, and died off. Slightly turned on, Evelynn rubbed her thighs together to relieve some tension, and pulled up her panties. After she exited the restroom, she searched for the rest of the group. Evelynn continued to walk, the empty streets of Long Island with an occasional streetlamp provided a nice eerie background that she enjoyed. As she walked, her desperation increased. By this point, she was about half an hour away from the house. Evelynn was once again bursting at this point. On top of that, she felt a heavy movement in her bowels. Damn. I need to go. Can I even make it back in time? Evelynn thought. She was starting to get concerned, until she remembered her near-accident in Times Square earlier and how good it felt. Suddenly, a naughty smile creeped across her face. She stopped under a streetlight, grabbed herself and started doing a pee dance. At 2 AM, no one in the surrounding area was out or even awake at this point. Evelynn essentially had the streets to herself. After holding herself for several minutes, Evelynn’s bladder couldn’t hold it in anymore, and she started to pee into her black panties. Evelynn sighed in relief as she pressed her legs together and felt the hot liquid run down them and into her high-heels. The warmth it provides was welcome during the chill October night. After several seconds, Evelynn squatted down, and her pee began to pool around her ass and soak the bottom of her skirt. Evelynn moaned with pleasure as her golden liquid formed a puddle underneath her on the sidewalk. Evelynn stood back up as her stream began to taper. She once again felt her piss run down her legs as her stream died off. [messing warning] Already aroused, Evelynn turned her attention to the other matter at hand. She began to push her solid waste out. Evelynn grunted from the effort, but she felt her anus expand as the head of a turd poked out. Breathing heavily, Evelynn hiked her soaked skirt up, and pushed again. Her turd pushed its way out of her anus and made contact with her panties, its slightly lumpy texture arousing her even more. As she pushed, Evelynn hunched over and grunted as the log pushed against her panties, tenting them outward until it finally snapped off her anus. Evelynn straightened herself out, but hunched over again as a second turd began to push itself out of her. Evelynn moaned loudly as she pooped her panties on the street, her arousal reaching levels she’d never experienced before. After the second log ended, Evelynn was breathing heavily from the experience and her arousal. She stood there for a few moments before turning around to inspect her deed. Though she couldn’t get the clearest view, she could make out a lump in her panties a bit larger than her fist. With her mind in a horny frenzy, Evelynn placed her hand on the lump, and pressed on it. Evelynn shuttered as her mess began to press up her asscrack. At this point, Evelynn was too turned on to walk back, so she took off her jacket and bra, exposing her breasts to the outside. She continued stripping until only her panties remained, and moved her hand under her panties and began slowly rubbing her pussy. Overcome with pleasure, Evelynn collapsed and lied down in her puddle, still furiously masturbating. The mess in her panties spread around her ass as she continued to pleasure herself. “F-fuck, I’m such a d-dirty s-slut,” Evelynn studdered, getting lost in her own pleasure. With her free hand, Evelynn gave her exposed breast a squeeze, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. Feeling an orgasm building up, Evelynn inserted 2 fingers into her pussy, and began pumping them in and out, causing her to moan loudly. Evelynn began breathing heavier as she got closer, and started fingering herself even harder. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’M CUMMING!” Evelynn screamed in ecstasy as she reached her orgasm. Her body thrusted upward as she squirted her juices on the sidewalk. As her orgasm faded, Evelynn collapsed back onto the sidewalk, panting as she lied there in her messy panties. After laying there for a few moments, Evelynn stood back up and removed her panties, taking her mess with them. Might as well walk back nude. Evelynn thought as she collected her clothes. It adds a nice thrill. Exposing her naked body to the world, Evelynn began to walk back to the house, smiling at the discovery she just made. [To be continued]
  14. The second chapter of 'When the Rain Falls.' Since I'm not sure how many people saw it (I don't know how this site works yet), I updated and finished the first chapter in its post. Check it out if you haven't. All further chapters will be released in whole. Now we get to see what our main character looks like. For those of you that didn't bother with the second part to chapter one, her name is Willow. Character Subject- Willow (POV), Emma Point of View- 1st Person (Female) Contents- Desperation, Peeing Genre- Fiction Chapter 2: Clear Skies I'm sitting in front of my black vanity station covered in bats and spiders, putting on my corpse paint with black eye liner, eye shadow and lip stick using the mirror. I'm wearing a long sleeved, black button up blouse with pink cuffs and undertones, and a layered, black, knee length skirt with some pink lace around the hem and ruffles. After finishing my makeup, I tie my pitch black hair into high pig tails using pink bands and wrap my black leather choker with a bat in the front center around my neck. I make sure not to forget to insert my fangs. They aren't your plastic, cheap knock offs. They're real dentures that are fitted for my dental profile. I can talk with them in my mouth without that stupid vampire lisp, and they're comfortable to wear. Well, more comfortable. They weren't cheap, but my reflected smile and sparkling light blue eyes shows how worth it the cost felt to me. I move over to my dresser to take out a pair of knee high socks, one a solid black, the other a solid pink, to cover the pale skin of my legs. Finally, I slip on my black leather Mary Janes with a pair of bat wings near the heel. I stand in front of my vanity mirror, posing with my arms over my waist, fingers clenched halfway like I'm aiming claws while bearing my 'fangs'. This creature of the night is ready to go out! I giggle to myself. If I was a real vampire, I wouldn't be able to see myself in the mirror like this. ...How do vampires get ready if they can't see their own reflection? I guess I'll leave that one to the scholars. I wander into the living room to see my wonderful wife sitting at the table, enjoying another glass of tea. Probably milk tea. That's her favorite. “Are you ready to go, love?” Emma asked as she seen me. “I am. You wanna finish your tea first?” “If you don't mind. Since your up, would you please grab me some biscuits? I'd like to enjoy them with my tea.” Emma said. “Sure.” I opened the cabinet and looked at the packages of cookies and biscuits within. My hand approached the biscuits, but recoiled as it neared them. Hold on... “When you say 'biscuits', you mean 'cookies', right?” “Mmm. You don't know? You think you would by now, given how long we've been together.” Emma sipped her tea. I glared over my shoulder at her. I know a way that I can't get this wrong. Picking up both the cookies and the biscuits, I chucked both of them at her. There! Emma didn't miss a beat, ducking and then resuming her posture in a flow of grace. “Would you mind not throwing things at me when I'm holding hot tea, love?” Emma opened the package of cookies and put a few on a plate. “Sure thing. As soon as you stop being so British.” I said, as I collected the packages to put back in the cabinet. “Hmm. I think I'd find such a task rather hard indeed.” Emma said. “...You limey bitch.” I sat down next to my wife, wrapping an arm around her. She giggled at my choice of words, leaning against me. “Don't use that word around other British people, love.” She whispered. “I know. But I doubt that I'll ever met anyone else that's British. So. Where are we headed today?” “There was this lovely garden that I was looking into as of late.” Emma said. Garden? I would LOVE to go to a garden! Even if they don't have any of the more morbid plants that I'd prefer, they're bound to have plenty of pretty flowers, neatly trimmed vines, and nice hedge work that might even be works of art themselves! But... I tense up a bit and look towards the floor. “...How about we go to an aquarium instead?” I said. “Oh? That sounds lovely. Though I know you'd prefer...” Emma began. “I insist. Let's go to an aquarium. The real big one. That has a food court and other stuff in it too.” I interrupted her. Emma smiled at me. That nice, soft smile... I can't help but smile back at her. Even if my mine is much worse. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then stood up. “Ok, love.” Emma placed her dishes in the sink. She turned to face me, holding an upright, open palm at me, arm out and bent at her waist. I linked my fingers with hers, feeling her warmth, and a little bit giddy. I know it's a bit silly, but I still really enjoy the small things like this. “Shall we head out?” I nodded. We exited our house, hand in hand, and made our way towards our car. And yet, an ambush lie in wait, in our own driveway. A scraggy, pale man waved at us, wearing baggy jeans and a tee-shirt. Despite the holey and patched look of his clothes, I'm glad that he doesn't have a stench. In fact, his skin and clothes look clean, so I guess he washes. His messy, matted, brown hair concealed his eyes, but not the thick bags beneath them. But not his hair though. Is he one of those guys that thinks rinsing it is enough? He stood hunched over, the flip flops he wore not hiding the untrimmed nails on his feet. Apparently, he has the foresight to cut his finger nails. Honestly! Who's this wishy-washy when it comes to personal hygiene? It would make more sense if he was a complete pigsty... even if that would be more unpleasant. “Hey, neighbors.” He lips curled into a wide, toothless smile. I wish he wouldn't do that... Also, I've never seen this... man... before. He must be more of a hermit then me. And that's saying something! I only ever go out with Emma. “Hello, Henry. How are you doing today?” Emma said. She knows him? “Yes.” Henry said, as if that was a normal reply. And Emma did not even flinch, acting like he responded with 'Fine, how are you?” “I'm doing quite well myself. We're on our way to an aquarium.” Emma said. “Why?” Henry tilted his head, confused. “I very much enjoy seeing all of the sea life. And Willow here is joining me today.” Emma said. Henry jumped back as if I appeared out of thin air. He scanned my body up and down. My skin crawled as I curled the fingers of my free hand and looked away. “Must be a friend.” Henry said. Yes, we're... friends. “I was wondering, where's your husband? I've never seen him.” ...Dude, we're literally holding hands! Did you not see that just now? “I don't have one, I'm afraid.” Emma said. Emma told me herself. Dicks feel nice inside of her, but girls are hotter. She may have only dated guys before me, but I know she only has eyes for me now. “I was worried about that. You see, I'm concerned about the fact that you don't have a man in your life.” Henry said. I tense up. Oh no... “Don't worry about me, Henry. I'll manage.” Emma said. “Are you sure? Without a stable income, you'll never be able to afford keeping up that nice house.” Henry said. “...I'm a botanist. And Emma's a marine biologist.” I said. “Exactly. With jobs like that, how could either of you afford that house? Even if you pooled your income.” Henry said. “We get by just fine, Henry.” Emma said. Our house WAS pretty expensive. But Emma found the money for it. It's even all paid off, so I don't know what he's getting at. “Still. You need a stable income from a real job. From a job that only men can have.” Henry said. My skin's starting to feel pretty warm right about now. “We're scientists.” I spat out, having some restraint. I don't know why though... “What good has science ever done for us?” Henry said. ...I could list so much. All of the tech he takes for granted, his phone, the internet, mass production of widely available food, water and shelter... stuff he wouldn't consider at all to be created by science. But let's hit harder then that. “The scientific team that I'm part of is currently cross breeding strains of rice. We're trying to make it more water resistant. That way, it can survive monsoon heavy areas in Asia, so they don't get wiped out and make people go hungry. And Emma here is part of a team working to save the coral reefs.” I said, a little bit smugly. But Henry only waved his arm. “Science is a fad that's on it's way out. Sure it's done some good for us.” Henry said. ...Some? “But I think that people are starting to catch on to how ridicules science really is. Look at medical science. People still die all the time, despite all of the supposed advances. These so called doctors know less then nothing.” I feel Emma squeeze my hand. Yeah, I get it. Arguing with this man is pointless. Even if I have the urge to... it's not like he'd listen. The air hangs still for a moment. Henry took this as a sign to move on. Probably thinks that since we didn't argue back, he must of won, so he's satisfied now. “I've told you how much you need a man in your life countless times, Emma. But you don't seem to listen. It's ok. I'll keep on it until you do. It's a thankless job, I know.” AHHHHH! And that damned, cursed, creepy ass smile again! “Is that all, Henry? We really need to get going.” Emma said. Of course. Polite to the bitter end, even in the face of this. It's kind of her curse. “Alright. Go on now. But give what I've said today some thought! I'd hook you up, but all the guys I know are neckbeards.” Henry waved an arm. Peas in a pod, huh? Emma pulled at my arm. I'm sure she's as uncomfortable with this as I am. We made it to our car, got in, and drove off. It's too bad we couldn't run that asshole over. “Henry sure is interesting, isn't he?” Emma said, wheel in hands. “Interesting? Sure, he's pretty interesting all right. About as interesting as a stomach cramp.” “That is a way to put it.” Emma said. “Is he always like that?” “I'm afraid that he is. But don't worry about that now, love. Let's focus on our visit to the aquarium now.” Emma said. “Your right. I can be bad at that.” “I know, love. I know.” Emma said. We arrived at the aquarium at a reasonable pace, instead of yesterday. I've heard about it before, but seeing it in person shocked me. Several large buildings and a garden. One could mistake it for a mall. Maybe it IS a mall, in part. We entered the lobby and I felt the cool, crisp AC. I notice the dense crowds of people immediately. Ha... really? I... never thought that so many people would be at an aquarium. I look at my feet, glancing up to check if anybodies nearby occasionally, really hoping nobody would notice me. Or at least, if they did, that they'd just leave me alone. It's easier at the movies... my clothes blend in with the dark room. But here? Out in the open in the light? I stick out like black dot on a white canvas. Please nobody see me... I feel Emma squeeze my hand. Trying to reassure me, I know. Just looking at her soft smile puts me at ease. At least a little bit. “I need to use the loo before we get started, love.” Emma said. Damn! She learned from her past mistake! I nod at her. We head to the ladies, and both use the a toilet, even though I don't really have to go now. Of course, I sit in the stall next to Emma and listen to her stream. A glorious hiss and echoing of the sound of liquid hitting liquid, for a good half a minute, at least. Nice. It could only be better if I could watch. God, would I love to watch her pee... I wonder how far her watersports fetish extends? I know she likes holding it, and she seemed to really like wetting herself, but we haven't discussed what else we like or any boundaries yet. We ought to get to that soon. I wonder if she's listening to me pee too? I look down at myself. I finished before her, even though I started after, my stream more of a trickle for a couple of seconds. I checked the panties around my knees. A cute little pair of white panties with black lace and bats flying around them. Yes, goth even to my underwear. Why not? After finishing, we both wipe, exit, and then wash our hands and leave, where we resume holding hands. And now we explore the aquarium. Tanks and pools filled with water. Lots and lots of fish. Crabs and mollusks. Ooo, and some underwater plants too! Seeing the happiness on Emma's face, the genuine smile that she can't suppress, felt more then good enough a reason to come here today. Sometimes, she'd see something she finds interesting and nerd out over it. It's super cute, even if I have no idea what she's talking about most of the time. Unless she starts talking about the underwater plants! That, I might now more then her about! A few hours of this fun passes. We make sure to keep hydrated, but don't drink a whole lot. “It's been fun, love. But why don't we go grab a bite to eat?” Emma suggested. “There's a food court here.” “Oh? There is?” Emma said, unable to hide her excitement. “Yeah.” I smile at her. She must have noticed, because she blanked her face again. “At least, it said so online.” “Shall we pay them a visit then?” Emma said. I nod. We located the food court with ease and found a table for us to sit down at. She ordered haddock with some fries and a bottle of water. For me, a fish salad with a soda. It's almost ironic that the aquarium's menu mostly consists of fish. “Of course you'd get the fish and chips.” I said as I ate. “I can't help what I like, love. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I remember you saying you liked fish and chips as well.” Emma said. “It's not a stereotype for me to like them. I'd have to eat burgers or something.” “Oh, I see. That fizzy drink must not mean anything then.” Emma said. I paused to think of an appropriate comeback. Having the best possible retort in mind, I respond. By sticking my tongue out at her. Emma giggled at me. “Are we hungry now, love?” Emma took one of her fries and aimed it at my head. “Open up, Willow.” I blush a bit, then open my mouth wide. Emma inserted the fry into my mouth so I could eat it. Disarmed, I drop my snarky comments and focus on eating. After finishing, we collect our trash and toss it in a bin. “Love, do you have any ideas on where to go next?” Emma said. I can feel my bladder filling slightly. Easily ignorable, and I probably would at home. Not even out of pleasure, but because I'd rather not stop what I'm doing. In public, I can be a bit paranoid though. I wanted to suggest we hit the ladies room before continuing. But, Emma had other ideas. “I have one. Let's go!” Emma turned around swiftly, showing me her back, and ran off ahead. I stood stunned for a moment. She giggled, looking over her shoulder at me. “Follow me, love!” A proper lady with bursts of seemingly uncharacteristic playfulness. That's my Emma for you. I fast walk to follow her, mostly because I plain hate running, or anything that gets me all grody and sweaty. Emma leads me out of the food court and the building entirely, remaining far away, but careful to stay within my sight. I step onto some trimmed grass, noticing the fountain in the center with stone fish facing and spitting streams of fluid towards each and back into the pool, surrounded by a circle of hedge work. Emma peeked her head around the corner of a large stone arc, the entrance to some much taller hedges. She smiled at me, giggling, and as I approached, she fled deeper into the garden. I was getting kinda tired of moving so quickly, not physically, but mentally, but I appreciate her playful spirit. As I ventured deeper, I can't help but get distracted by some of the hedge work. Beautiful and pristine, not a twig out of place. Marvelous. Satisfied to how far she drew me in, Emma stood with her arms behind her back, waiting for me to catch up with a mischievous smile. “You coulda just asked me to follow you.” I said as I neared her. “What's the fun in that, love?” Emma showed me her soft smile. She offered her hand again, and we locked fingers to explore the garden. “Besides. If I suggested it, you would have turned it down.” “I would have?” I asked. “Don't worry about that, love.” Emma said. I felt a tad confused, but dropped it. We explored the garden, and I admired the hedges. No special designs or anything, but I still really liked them. Part of me wondered why this aquarium even had a garden, but whatever. My urge to pee started to feel more real, but I pushed it down. I didn't see any other people for a while and felt much more at ease here. Alone with Emma in a garden. Hehe... the things we could get away with here... My thoughts starting turning more and more dirty with time. That's... not good. Is my bladder more full then it feels? It still feels pliable, full enough to tell me pee's in there, but not firm enough to tell me that I really gotta go. Maybe I'm more horny then normal because of Emma. Who knows. I go back to enjoying the hedges. I'm not seeing any flowers or designs. Weird garden. ...Garden? What kind of garden has hedges form corridors and walls... this isn't a garden. It's a maze. “Are you enjoying yourself, love?” “Yeah.” I nod. “I'm no good with mazes. I hope your paying attention, love.” Emma said. She knew, huh? “Mazes are easy. Let's see if they have any hidden things.” I said. “Oh? Do they tend to hide things in these mazes often?” “Only the good one's!” I said. I have to pee, but whatever. I can leave whenever I want. We transverse the maze some more, finding nothing of interest. The maze does incorporate loops and three and four way passages though, that's rare. I'm feeling real tension in my bladder now. I'm at the point where I'd stop whatever I'm doing in public to find a toilet. I really gotta go, but if Emma's having fun... and my bladder's still soft enough to have some room left in it. “What is it that your looking for in here, love?” Emma said. “Funny statues, hedge designs, trees... sometimes they hide goodies. I've even heard of these mazes hiding cash prizes. That's rare though. I don't think this maze has any of that.” “What a shame.” Emma said. I hope that she suggests we leave soon. I know that I can hold it, but the tension is only going to raise. And raise it did. My bladder started feeling stiff, standing straight up applied more pressure to it. I pressed my legs together when I could, sometimes shifting a bit in place. I... I have to pee so bad now... I should... I should ask to leave... but... that would mean... I would have to stop Emma's fun... “Are you quite all right, love? Your fidgeting.” “...I really gotta pee.” I blush and look away. As much as I made fun of her for upholding her proper lady routine when she had to go real bad, I understand. It's embarrassing if anyone knows... “Oh? Is that so. Let's find the exit then.” “...But! I don't wanna go if you don't wanna.” I said. “Love, I brought you here because I know how much you like gardens. This wasn't for me.” Emma said. ...What? I stood, slack jawed and stunned. “Besides. I... I need to wee as well. Though, I don't think I need to as badly as you do.” “Ok. Let's find our way out of here.” I said. “Lead the way, love.” Emma said. I did lead the way... but maybe I should not have. I... I had no idea what I was doing! No matter what, we only saw more and more hedge. I SWEAR we seen that particular swirl seven times by now! And what's with are of these looping intersections? AHHHHH! My bladder hurts... it's so full, it's throbbing. I'm hunched over a little, clenching my crotch at waves of pressure. I'm still dry, but I don't know for how long... anytime I stop to think, I'm swaying my hips back and forth and crossing my legs. I know that I can hold it for a little while longer, but... Worry replaced any amount of pleasure that I felt earlier. Glancing over at Emma, I don't see her in the same boat. She said she had to go... we drank about the same amount and we have comparable bladders... I think... it's not like we checked. ...We should check sometime. I shake my head. Focus, you stupid bitch! This should be easy! What's wrong with you? “Love, what's wrong? Are you delaying our exit on purpose? Hmm?” Emma giggled at me. One glance at my sour face told her what she needed to know, and she shifted to expressions of concern. “I wish... I have to pee so bad that I can't think straight. And... this is a pretty difficult maze to begin with! ...Weirdly for where it is.” “It's ok, Willow. Let's calm down and think for a moment. We can do this.” Emma said. Her words are always so soothing. She's right. Ok... let me relax and think... I felt a drip form in my panties and tensed up, clutching halfway down my skirt over my legs in my hands. “Are you alright, love?” “...I... I don't think I can concentrate right now.” I looked away. “...That's not good.” Emma said. Yeah, she's terrible with mazes... Oh God, she's terrible with mazes! “Let's keep trying. I'll... I'll get us out of here.” Yeah... about that... We kept going, still very lost. I need to keep my crotch tense to stop any further leakage. Still, a few more drops escaped to join the other. I'm pretty much always swaying if we're not moving, switching my crossed legs so much it looks like I'm hoping. My bladder feels like it's one solid object now, with barely any more room to squeeze even more pee into... but it has to! It... has to... for a little while longer, please... Looking at Emma, I can't see any signs of her having to go. Sure, she's pretty much unflinching, but... she lets go a little bit around me. “...Hey, you... how are you holding up?” I force out a mangled sentence while dancing on the spot. “I'm the one that should be asking you that, love. I need a loo, but I can wait.” Emma said. How? How is it that my bladder is so much fuller then hers? The only difference in what we drank was the soda... it was the soda! Caffeine, excess sugar, and salt make you pee. And guess what soda has all three off? “...Your enjoying this, aren't you?” I said. “I was. At first. But now, I'm worried about you.” “...I was the same way when it was you are the movies.” I said. “...Willow... I know you won't want to... but...” Emma eyes darted aside. “What is it?” I said, wincing while I battled a particularly fierce wave. “Why don't you wee out here?” Emma said. “You mean in this hedge maze? Right here?” My face burned bright red from the mere suggestion. I have never done anything like that before... what if somebody shows up? I know we've seen nobody since we got here... but... what if! It'd be JUST my luck too! “...I'd rather not if I can help it.” “Keep it in mind.” Emma said. It's almost weird for her to suggest it. But, I know she's willing to suggest other people do things that she'd never. The waves are getting stronger and stronger, and the gaps between them shorter and shorter. Another fierce one drives me to bend forwards, my knees weak. It lasts for so long, feeling like my bladder's crunching in on itself like a used bag. I clench as hard as I can, but still, a spurt escapes, turning my little wet drops into a big ol' patch. I cross my legs and clutch my crotch with both hands to prevent more damage. God, I don't want to wet these panties, they're so creepy cute and brand new... I'm stumbling forward with shaky steps, not noticing my breathing turning shallow. My bladder's taught like pulled rope, strands straining to pull a heavy weight. A few of those strands are tearing... My knees knock, and I lunge up and down repetitively while leaning and holding myself. It'd be embarrassing if somebody say me like this. SO embarrassing! Oh, I have to pee so bad... If I got out of this maze, would I even be able to make it to a toilet? My face burns at the thought. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and look up at a very concerned Emma. “Love, please...” Emma said. She's shifting a bit in place now. My inability to get us out of here is hurting her too now. I really hope this doesn't end up bad for her. I'm so stupid! I could have prevented this! This is all my fault... “I'm trying... I...” I said. Maybe I should let it happen... It'd hate it... it'd be humiliating. I'd cry. I'd cry a lot... But... then I could concentrate. For her. I can't... I'm sorry, Emma... I'm too selfish... We keep going. Not that I can make it far, doubled over, both hands wedged between my legs, and stepping forward one foot length at a time. It hurts so much... my stomach's cramping... I can't clench hard enough... some keeps trickling on out... drips... drops... spurts... It's full... it's full. It's so fucking full now! I stay glued in place, concentrating so hard just to stay dry, but a few more drops and a few more spurts escape. I'm not going to make it. It's useless to keep trying. Even if I made it out of this maze, I could never reach a toilet before my bladder decided it's had enough. “Willow.” Emma said sternly. “Your weeing here. Now.” I looked at her with more shock then anything. “I know you don't want to. But you have to. And I'll be here for you. I... I'll do it with you.” ...She will? I'm pretty sure that goes against everything a proper lady would do, but... I'm in no state to argue. I have... a couple more minutes left. Maybe ten, if I pushed it. But no more then that. I nod. Then, I realize something. “I-I've never...” It's hard to choke words out when your every breathe crushes your bladder. “It's ok. Follow my lead.” Emma said. ...Since when does she know how to do this? “Spread your legs about a foot apart.” I did, but boy did it feel like I was gonna lose it. Somehow, I didn't. “Pull your knickers down to your knees.” I looked up at her, sheepish, meeting a concerned, loving face. Ok, I can... Another spurt. No, more like, a stream trickling down the inside of one of my legs. Damn, I'm wearing knee high socks, that's gonna suck later... But for now, I pull my panties to my knees, returning my hands to my now bare crotch as quickly as I can, trying my hardest not to lose it all before it's safe. “Lift up your skirt, keeping the back held up, squat and let go.” I held up my skirt with one hand, but my bladder wasn't going to wait. It cramped, and another stream gushed out. I threw myself down, with Emma's help, and squatted. It would be hard to start, if my bladder wasn't trying to force itself empty already. A rushing stream of golden fluid sprayed out of my crotch as I sighed in relief, head pointed down, face burning red. The cascading liquid flowed forth, and it flowed, and it flowed, and... hurry up already! I don't think I'm even half done yet! And somebody could show up at any moment... But my urine gushed even more, forming waterfalls that never seemed to end, soaking the soil to saturation and leaving a small puddle atop. I know I was about to wet myself, but... Soon, I noticed Emma hiking her skirt up to reach under it. ...Was she serious about that? I can't even imagine her... But she did squat down, following her own advice to a T, facing right in front of me, our bent knees almost touching. She smiled nervous, a slight red tinge evident on her pale face. My eyes darted to her crotch, watching waves of her own urine usher forth with a sharp hiss, splashing an inch or so ahead then mine. I felt her fingers lock with my free hand. Without thinking, I leaned my head forward, and she copied me. And now, somehow, we ended up in this hedge maze, squatting, peeing, holding hands, and watching each other do it. It was... romantic, sexy, embarrassing, and nerve wracking. All at the same time! Normally, this is where Emma would tease me over staring, but, she's consumed by the moment too. Emma finished before me, even though I started after, still lasting about forty-five seconds. She let go of my hand to rummage in her purse as my stream died down to a trickle, and then the last few drops dripped out. I sighed again. God, that's so much better... My face feels so warm and red. “...Love?” Emma said, holding her hand at me with a wet wipe. You were prepared for this? Why? ...Ok, it's not hard to imagine her carrying those for other reasons... And she tends to have more forethought then me. “Thanks.” I whispered as I took the damp cloth and used it to wipe my crotch dry. Emma did the same to her own, with her own. She grabbed a Ziploc from her purse, took my wet wipe, and put both hers and mine in the bag to return to her purse sealed. My dirty mind went to the worst conclusion, but my rational mind knew she just didn't want to liter. We both stood up and redressed, glancing at each other with a mixture of embarrassment and naughty glee. “Is that better?” Emma flushed whatever she felt off of her face, returning to her gaze of stone in mere moments. She's... too good at that. “Yeah... and thanks...” I look at my feet. “...for making me do that... I woulda pissed myself otherwise.” “I'm not quite comfortable with that myself. I think that we both needed a little bit of encouragement.” “Yeah.” I smile. Emma held an upright, open palm at me, arm out and bent at her waist. With locked fingers, we made are way out of the maze in about ten minutes. I knew I could do it easily if I wasn't distracted! She discarded that Ziploc at the nearest trash can and faced me with a smirk. “Looooove? What's wrong? Would you like to go home now? You were staring back there. Are we a bit riled up now?” Emma said. “Yes please!” “Mmm. I'd quite like to play with a fish myself, love. Shall we head off?” Emma said. I nod. She leaned in to whisper. “And if your a good little girl, I might let your fish squirt.” And we headed back home, for yet more fun off the back of our newly shared fetish.
  15. 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.
  16. Years ago a friend and his wife were doing a musical showcase at a local theatre. They both taught music to various ages of people from young kids to adults so they needed people to help in the dressing rooms and I offered to help. they were an extremely organised couple and had listed who would be in each room, when they were stage and where and when they should wait to go on. My job was to make sure this happened and supervise any children as needed. The room wasn’t that big and I had 8 people to watch. The show was around two hours long so there was plenty drinks and snacks available. Everything was going well to begin with when two girls around 19/20 returned to the room and went straight to the drinks because the stage was so hot. Soon afterwards one of them, a long black haired girl wearing a lovely black dress and tights asked me if she could go to the loo. I checked her name and saw that she was due back on stage in less than ten minutes so she was due to go to the waiting area ready very soon. Worried she might miss her slot I asked if she could wait until after she’d been on stage and she nodded so I thought nothing more about it. Sone of the kids were going on with her that time so I escorted them down to wait behind the curtain and noticed the long haired girl moving around in a subtle pee dance. I waited quietly by the curtain ready to take the kids back up afterwards and when we reached the room the girl went straight for another drink. I was busy helping some kids when she came back to me a bit later asking to go to the toilet again. I really did want to let her go as I could see she really needed it but when I checked my list again it was time for her to yet again go back downstairs as she was leading the finale. She sighed but came downstairs with me with another young boy though this time waiting behind the curtain she was even more antsy and whispered under her breath that she really needed a pee. The finale was longer with musicians coming on and off stage then returning to all be together and I was busy helping kids know when to go out and in until everyone returned to the room at the end. Everyone was excited and a couple of kids asked to go to the toilet so I let them go to the individual ones in the corridor. That meant when the girl approached me a third time clearly very desperate I said of course she could go but the toilets were in use but she could wait in the corridor. I stood at the open dressing room waiting for the kids to return and noticed the poor girl now holding herself looking very embarrassed and dancing around constantly. She caught my eye as I looked at her sympathetically as she said she was absolutely bursting and hoped the toilet would be free soon. Thankfully it was and the next I saw her she was much calmer and happier as she packed up to leave. by the time everyone was gone I was quite desperate myself and glad that I didn’t have to wait like she had!
  17. From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images part 2

    This is a comic that was requested to me featuring 3 characters from the series "hayate the combat butler!" The girl who wets herself is nagi sanzenin. She's hayate's master.
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