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  1. If someone could translate what she’s saying that’d be cool

    © Dragon Ball

  2. Dragon Ball omorashi is in low supply yet in high demand, I hope what I found here makes your day atleast a little better.

    © Dragon Ball

  3. (I wrote this a while back on a request. Thought of posting it in-case anybody would like to read it.) “I told you I can’t do this…” Gohan wailed, keeping himself from collapsing on the ground using his all fours, sweat dripping off his chin.He was gasping for breath but Piccolo couldn’t have cared less. He was irritated by the kid’s banter on how he couldn’t fight but he knew there was no other choice. If he saw even a slight ray of hope of saving the Earth from the wrath of the two Saiyans that were going to land here a year later, then it was in this kid. “Hopeless case,” he thought, watching the boy try to stand up. Although the lad showed little potential at the moment, Piccolo was hopeful that he’d pick up soon. He knew that Gohan had something special within him. Something that even he or Goku didn’t have. He saw that the kid was tired and needed some rest, it was obvious, after all they had been training continuously for two hours or so. Piccolo suggested Gohan to take a little rest for a while to which the kid readily agreed. Before long, the deliriously tired boy dozed off under a tree while Piccolo sat meditating on a rock. With his legs folded, eyes closed and wrists on his knees, Piccolo tried to concentrate. He sat there still, not bothered by the sweet chirps of the birds flying nearby. The cool morning breeze felt so good on his face and bare hands, he wished he could keep meditating as long as he wanted to, but he knew they didn’t have any time to waste. They were here to train, not to meditate or sleep. God knows how strong those Saiyans would be? And by how Raditz had described about the uncanny powers of the yet to arrive warriors, Piccolo was sure it would take everything they have got to defeat them and save Earth from an impending carnage. Suddenly, Piccolo felt a strong twinge in his bladder. Maybe all the water he had been drinking while training was finally catching up to him. Piccolo ignored the signals coming from his bladder and closed his eyes back, he needed to concentrate. He could relieve himself later; his need to go wasn’t too great after all. But as time passed, Piccolo’s need to pee grew more and more pressing. His bladder was filling up quite rapidly, putting a considerable amount of strain on its walls. He took a deep breath and straightened his back. Piccolo was beginning to feel really uncomfortable now. He couldn’t help but squirm a bit where he sat, every now and then. It was taking a great deal of effort for him to relax and meditate owing to the fact that his need to wee was increasing at such an alarming rate. After a three hour long sleep, Gohan finally woke up to find Piccolo still meditating with his eyes closed. He was really in awe with Piccolo’s level of concentration and the ability to sit still for so long. But little did the kid know what was going on inside his master. Piccolo’s bladder had filled up considerably by now and he was planning on relieving himself as soon as his meditation routine got over. Another strong twinge from his bladder pulled him out of his state of somewhat shallow meditation. He opened his eyes to find Gohan looking at him intently. Did the kid notice him squirming? “Hey Piccolo! When do we get back to training?” Gohan asked with innocence. “Right now kid! And I want you to show me your best!” Piccolo growled as he jumped from the rock, to appear right in front of the small boy. He was fast, so fast that Gohan’s eyes couldn’t even register his movements. Although Piccolo looked ready for another rigorous session of training, he was regretting the decision of making such a swift movement of jumping from the rock. Such a fast action had left waves of urine crashing against the walls of his bladder. He couldn’t believe he was so full already. He knew it would have been a wise decision to empty his bladder before they began training but he didn’t really want Gohan to know that he had to pee. “Kid, are you sure you want to continue with your training?” Piccolo asked in his low, coarse voice, staring Gohan right in his eyes. “Hmm…!” the boy nodded, clenching his fists towards Piccolo, a sign that he was ready to begin. “Good, with an attitude like that you just might make it…,” Piccolo smirked, standing there, inviting Gohan to make the first move. The boy took the chance and jumped towards Piccolo to kick him, but the Namek was quick to counter. He thrashed the boy with his hand, sending him flying off behind a boulder. Gohan immediately retrieved to shower Piccolo with a series of punches and kicks, but the big green guy was fast enough to dodge them. As Piccolo continued to avoid the boy’s consistent attacks, the copious amount of urine he was holding kept sloshing inside his bladder, making it really uncomfortable for him to keep up such an agile motion. He vanished to appear behind Gohan’s back; kicking him far away. Piccolo winced in agony as he felt a strong jolt from his bladder, maybe moving his leg to kick was a bad idea. The small boy fell to the ground with a thud. “Keep your eye on the enemy!” Piccolo growled angrily, his annoyance increasing, some due to Gohan’s poor performance and some due to his need to pee. “…but you disappeared, I couldn’t see you…” Gohan replied, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head, showing where it hurt. “If you can’t see the enemy … feel him out...” Piccolo instructed, holding his waist with both his hands. He could feel his bladder really swelling up now and it wouldn’t have been long before he would need to relieve himself whether he wanted it or not. “Well that’s a lot easier said than done…” Gohan responded, getting back on his feet, continuing to rub his head and groaning in pain. Piccolo growled in anger before striking the boy with a blue beam which he shot out through his eyes, turning Gohan into fried Gohan. The Saiyan boy again fell on his face. “Next time you find the time to whine, think of what you should do instead, then do it…” Piccolo said with an evil smile running through his face. Although he was trying to put up a tough demeanor and was telling Gohan what to do, he was actually planning about when he would go to pee. He could feel the water still streaming into his bladder, filling it like a balloon. He knew he had a little way too much water to be held back for very long and that his bladder was quickly reaching its limits. It was now taking him a conscious effort to hold back his pee. Had he been alone, he would have rushed to relive himself. But since Gohan was with him, he really didn’t want to give out any signs that he needed to piss. That would have looked so weak and vulnerable. Needing to pee while training for the battle that was going to decide the fate of the planet they were living in? No, he decided to wait it out until the training was over. Piccolo knew this was a very long shot since he was already getting pretty desperate for a leak and there were still a few hours to go before they could call it a day. Anyway, they continued with Gohan throwing an array of punches and kicks at the Namek, while he kept dodging them. He was still pretty fast for Gohan and the poor kid was hardly able to even touch his master, but then suddenly, a punch he threw landed on Piccolo’s face! What?! Gohan couldn’t believe himself! Was he really getting better at this? Piccolo held his bladder in agony instead of his face, where he had actually taken the hit. He growled in anger and looked at the kid. It was getting difficult for him to control his urge to pee now and with his mind occupied with his need, Piccolo was not able to effectively counter the kid’s movements. Maybe he should ask the boy to stop so he could go relieve himself somewhere. The situation was getting severe now, but he still didn’t want Gohan to know that he had to pee this bad. Holding his bladder Piccolo stood there, hoping Gohan won’t start attacking him again. He was not sure if he’d be able to hold it while fighting like this; it was simply too much strain for his bladder to take. An hour and a half later, Piccolo’s need to pee had increased dramatically. His bladder felt as hard as a rock, restricting his movements to a great extent. Piccolo was now regretting his decision of drinking so much water without thinking about the chances of getting to relive himself. He could never let the boy know that he had to pee this bad, it would have been so embarrassing! His body was beginning to shake with the effort it was taking to hold on. The pressure in his bladder was like he had never felt before. He couldn’t believe he had to pee this urgently. Bending forward a little, Piccolo frowned looking at the boy, who was looking back at him. Gohan jumped towards the Namek and landed another punch on his face, throwing him down to the ground. As Piccolo fell down, he felt a sudden spurt of pee escape into his underwear. Fuck! His eyes widened in horror. He barely managed to stop himself from grabbing his crotch in desperation. He gulped the lump in his throat and stood back up. He was not sure if he’d be able to hold it if he got hit like that one more time. “Ahh..!” he growled in shock as he saw Gohan flying towards him again. Piccolo’s terror knew no bounds. His body was not in a position to endure another attack like the previous one. He had to evade the hit at all costs if he wanted to save himself from having an embarrassing accident in front of the kid. To his luck, Piccolo found himself successful in hitting Gohan with a slash of his hand when he came close enough. The kid was catapulted to a great distance due to the impact of the hit he had taken. He crashed to the ground sending a huge cloud of dust flying off all over the place. Piccolo had saved himself from getting hit, but the sudden jolt his body experienced when he struck the boy forced him leak into his underwear for another second. Piccolo doubled over and grabbed his crotch in desperation, crushing his penis shut, taking advantage of the fact that Gohan wouldn’t be able to see him through the massive veil of dust. He crossed his legs tight and bounced on his knees. God he had to pee! He could feel the dampness of the cloth around his crotch. He didn’t want to imagine how his underwear would’ve looked like at this point. All what he knew was that if he didn’t pee soon, he was going to have an accident. Piccolo tried to walk towards a large boulder which was nearby, cupping his full bladder with one hand and holding his crotch with the other. The strain he was experiencing in his bladder was incredible. It was so full that he wasn’t even able to stand up straight, let alone walk. He had to pee before Gohan could find out about his predicament and to do that, he needed to get behind the boulder as soon as he could. Doubled over and limping forwards, just a few feet away from the boulder now, he stopped to cross his legs again because he came so close to losing control. Piccolo felt his sphincters shaking with pressure. He felt another small stream rushing out through the shaft of his penis. He gasped in pain as he barely managed to cut off the flow by squeezing his dick tighter than ever. “Piccolo!” he heard a voice coming from behind. It was Gohan. Piccolo turned around to find Gohan flying towards him rapidly. His started to shiver in fear. If he got hit, he was definitely going to wet himself. He quickly let go off his crotch, not wanting to be seen holding himself but he didn’t dare to uncross his legs. Too much relaxation at this point could have been dangerous. “Gohan no!” he yelled out, in desperation, unable to move from where he was. Gohan somehow braked himself in midair on Piccolo’s sudden command ,but he couldn’t understand what was going on? Was Piccolo satisfied with his performance and wanted to end the training? “What is it Piccolo?” the kid asked in a soft voice as he landed on his feet to the ground. Piccolo wanted to tell him to go away so he could pee, but he was still not able to let go off his inhibitions. He did not want Gohan to know that he was so desperate to piss but he did not have the time to think, he had to pee! Now! Without saying anything he turned back and took a few more steps towards the boulder, and suddenly another jet of pee rushed out of him. He jammed his hand back to his crotch, not caring any longer if Gohan could see him doing so. His pee was just a hair breadth away from the exit and the only way to hold on even if only for a few seconds was through squeezing his cock shut. “Aaah…!” Piccolo gasped in pain, his back still towards Gohan. “Piccolo are you alright?” the boy asked in concern, looking at his master’s pitiful condition. “I-I have to p-pee…I can’t hold it…” Piccolo said, his eyes tightly closed shut with the effort and concentration it was taking to hold his pee. “Oh!” Gohan sighed in shock, a little taken aback by Piccolo’s sudden confession. Why did he push himself to hold on when he was so desperate? The Namek stood bent double at his spot unable to even take a step. Piccolo mustered every ounce of strength left in his body to lift his leg up and go behind the boulder but then the action proved to be too much for his full bladder. Suddenly, he felt a thin rivulet of piss starting to flow out of his penis. He was beginning to go in his pants! Gasping in shock and horror, Piccolo tried his best to the stop the stream but failed. His fingers felt wet now, the pee was beginning to seep through the fabric, forming a huge wet patch around the area of his crotch. In panic, he went for the string of his pants, desperately trying to get them untied but the tight knot around his waist refused to open. “No!” Piccolo yelled in despair as his last attempt to save himself from having an uncontrollable accident went in vain. All of a sudden, the thin stream gained strength and turned into a thick torrent. Piccolo was wetting himself. He had completely lost control. The dark patch on his crotch began to expand to his trembling knees and several drops of pee fell on the barren land as he stood there in shame and disgust. Soon a puddle of pee started to form beneath his feet as kept on peeing. The pressure in his bladder slowly began to abate as it continued to empty itself profusely. Piccolo couldn’t believe there was so much pee within him, how he was able to drink so much and then keep holding for so long was just incredible. After an entire minute his torrent turned into a slow stream before it completely stopped. By now he had soaked every inch of his pants and underwear. He collapsed to the ground, defeated. Piccolo couldn’t believe that he had wet himself uncontrollably and that too in front of Gohan! He didn’t have the courage to turn around and look at him. All he wanted to do was to hide himself in a dark corner, away from the boy. “Piccolo?” Gohan said meekly, “Are you alright?” “Go away kid…” Piccolo said, still facing the other side. His humiliation knew no bounds, he didn’t want to confront the boy, at least not now. “It’s okay Piccolo, it was just an accident….” Gohan said, trying to provide some support to a visibly shaken Piccolo. “No it’s not okay…I don’t want to talk about this, please leave me alone…” he said, his voice betraying his despair and helplessness. “Piccolo!” Gohan yelled as he ran to come and stand right before the Namek’s eyes, “Do you think I am disgusted by you just because you wet yourself?”, he said angrily. Piccolo didn’t respond, he just looked away, trying to avoid any eye contact. “Piccolo you are my friend and there is no way I am ever leaving your side! It was just a silly accident; it doesn’t even matter to me! You are still my hero and you are still a source of inspiration to me! Do you think I will look down on you just because you wet yourself?! If yes, then you do not get me at all!” Gohan said, his anger evident in his words. “Gohan ….” ,was all Piccolo could managed to say before his eyes welled up with tears. “It’s okay Piccolo, you won’t even believe how many times I’ve wet myself!” Gohan said, placing a hand on the Namek’s shoulder. He hugged Piccolo tight, rubbing his back slowly. “Thank you Gohan… you are the only friend I have…” he said, tears rolling down his face. They both hugged each other for a while. “Now go and get your clothes changed, we have a lot of training to do tomorrow…” Gohan said, smiling a bit as he stepped back. Piccolo nodded before he stood from his knees and quickly flew off towards his home. “B-Bye Piccolo!” Gohan shouted as he waved wildly at his friend, watching him disappear into the horizon.
  4. A/N: Discrete or secret wettings are my absolute favorite kind. I had a messy year, a bad breakup and barely enough time to blink. I got the entire Dragon Ball Z series on DVD for Christmas and it made me so nostalgic. So I thought why not write a discrete wetting fic starring my favorite character? Here is the result. xxx Formal debriefings were the bane of Vegeta’s existence. He dressed for the occasion via his blue spandex like skinsuit, white boots, white gloves, white Saiyan armor with a codpiece and tassets and a cape to top it off. The cape was black on the inside and deep red on the outside. It fell to his ankles, signifying his royal roots as the prince of all Saiyans. Vegeta tapped the device suctioned to his ear. The tiny green screen over his left eye told him the time. He kept his scouter’s clock set two minutes fast. Damn. Not much time to achieve more than the appearance of looking fresh after hours in space. Getting word of the debriefing immediately after a mission made it all the more annoying. Vegeta scarcely had enough time to wash up, smooth out his flame shaped black hair, get into clean attire and make his way to Frieza’s boardroom. He spent twelve hours traveling in space via his attack ball and wanted to walk around a bit to stretch his legs. He hadn’t taken a piss in almost fourteen hours. His bladder had filled slowly during that time. While the urge to pee wasn’t urgent yet, the chilly temperature of the base made him obnoxiously aware of it. Why did he opt for the warm weather skinsuit instead of the more insulated cool weather one? Debriefings after landing were annoying for another reason: A lack of sleep. The cushy chairs Vegeta, Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria got to sit in were comfortable enough to make him nod off if he got too bored. Falling asleep in debriefings was the height of rudeness. Vegeta stopped at a service station to grab a fizzy white caffeinated concoction with a vaguely fruity flavor. The high concentration caffeine content would wake him up. He finished it just prior to entering the large boardroom and chucked the cup into the vacuum trash sconce mounted inside the door. The boardroom had concave crystalline purple walls and a glossy black floor. Large conical light fixtures lined the mirrored ceiling to bathe the room with blue-white light. A black and gold marble table the size of a small closet was the room’s centerpiece. Four specially molded chairs denoted the head of the table. Lesser peoples’ chairs were positioned in rows starting six feet away from the head of the table. Vegeta’s chair placed him near the upper right hand corner. Right next to a whirring generator that ran the lights. Vegeta took a seat on the thick, plush cushioned golden chair made specially to his measurements. The ornate metal backing came halfway up his back. He swept his cape out from under him to avoid the satin getting wrinkled and plopped down on the velvety black cushion. Gaps under the arms of the seat gave his tassets room to spread out instead of bunching up in awkward positions. The seat itself rested atop a thick silver pillar. All other chairs had thinner cushions and were egg shaped instead of contoured to individual bodies. Vegeta was the only other person besides Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria allowed to sit at the very head of the rectangular table. Not even the Ginyu Force got such an honor, and Vegeta loved rubbing that in their faces when Frieza wasn’t looking. The caffeine hit Vegeta’s bloodstream as others filed in. He went from yawning and struggling to stay awake to bright eyed alertness. Vegeta saw Nappa storm in. Not good, somebody had to wake him up to tell him about the debriefing and Nappa didn’t take kindly to that. He was huge, all muscles with a bushy Saiyan tail and undisguised displeasure on his aging face. Sweat beaded on his bald head. Behind him, bushy haired Raditz strutted along with a salacious swish of his Saiyan tail. He was huge too…all muscles, long hair and mischievous eyes. Vegeta often felt tiny next to them. Sure, he was shorter than average for a Saiyan, however it wasn’t by much. He acknowledged his fellow Saiyans with a nod as they took the two seats closest to the head of the table. Both Saiyans wore standard issue black armor over black skinsuit shorts. They just got seated when they were uprooted from their chosen spot by the obnoxious Ginyu Force. Those five jackasses annoyed everyone, and the only thing saving their lives was their disgustingly high power levels. Raditz and Nappa moved over, angrily protesting the whole way. Two more figures appeared in the door. Zarbon was the tall, pretty soldier with pale blue-green skin who wore his emerald green hair in a long braid. White and purple baubles dangled off his ears and adorned his forehead. His golden eyes scanned the room with an air of disdain that turned to hatred when they met Vegeta’s. Zarbon hated it when Vegeta wore his cape because he despised his own cape being upstaged. Next came Dodoria, the obese yet muscular pink alien covered in spiky knobs like some sort of coral. Blue Saiyan style armor adorned his stocky body. His beady eyes scanned the room too and the wheezing sounds of his heavy breathing became a growl when a panicked late soldier rushed into the boardroom to snag a seat. A long shadow with a sideways horn on each side of its head stretched across the floor. The commotion in the room suddenly died. From chaos to silence in a mere second. The shadow shrank and shrank. Hardly anyone breathed when they looked upon the reptilian humanoid making his entrance on delicate three toed feet. Frieza slipped into the boardroom with his chin up and his fists tucked nonchalantly behind his back. His long, armored tail swished behind him. It was absurd to see people quivering at someone tinier than Vegeta. He didn’t look powerful at all. He was four feet tall and scrawny, his compact dark pink body only vaguely muscular. That disgusting little creature possessed the ability to annihilate entire solar systems with a flick of his wrist. Nappa, Raditz and Vegeta knew this all too well because it was Frieza who destroyed their home planet. One cold glance of Frieza’s narrow red eyes was rumored to cause weaker beings to die of fright on the spot. Vegeta stood up to bow. Being diplomatic kept him in Frieza’s good graces. He hoped to stay there until the day he was strong enough to kill the little bastard. Frieza dismissed Vegeta’s bow with a careless wave of his manicured hand. The lights played off his shiny purple armor and horns. He was all black lipped smiles and his long reptilian tail rested gently on the floor. All his body language indicated he wasn’t in a killing mood. Not right then, at least. The weakest, wimpiest soldiers in the room shifted nervously. They were cannon fodder, often used as sheer numbers to overwhelm opponents like swarms of stinging insects. Their presence was a reminder of the order of the universe. Either someone was in the Planet Trade Organization, or they were dead. People who never heard of it usually ended up vaporized. Everyone sat when Frieza did. Now for the most tedious part of debriefings: Listening to soldiers or entire teams speak at length about discoveries. The PTO was an expanding business. Frieza liked to grab as much territory and resources as possible to keep competitors away. Three hours into the debriefing was the first time Vegeta regretted the caffeinated beverage. Now his bladder made its fullness known. A minor, yet annoying discomfort that kept stealing his attention. He shifted on his chair and rested his hands on his knees. A soldier with a thick, gurgly voice detailed the discovery of problematic black hole near a solar system Frieza recently conquered. Vegeta paid full attention to that report. It was the last one to get his undivided awareness. His focus kept defaulting to the growing ache in his abdomen. He rubbed his knees and leaned forward, hoping to at least appear like he was listening. Then he had to lean back and his first truly painful twinge froze him in place. Okay, sitting ramrod straight wasn’t going to work. He opted for leaning back on the chair’s backing, sighing in annoyance. Raditz texted him via scouter. “What’s with the squirms, Vegeta?” Vegeta pushed his scouter’s control button in a coded fashion and lied in his reply. “My scouter keeps getting feedback. It’s an obsolete piece of shit.” A shrug from Raditz was the only sympathy he got. Other people began displaying signs of discomfort. Nappa kept rubbing his stomach. He wasn’t subtle about his distress. Vegeta saw Frieza glance at him once or twice. The tyrant’s black lips tightened. That was dangerous. Vegeta texted Nappa. “Frieza noticed you. Stop squirming or you’re dead.” Nappa folded his arms over his stomach and sat still again. His malcontent reminded Vegeta of his own. The mild pee urges from his bladder were intensifying thanks to the stupid caffeine. Years of learning to mask all outward signals of pain and discomfort were the only thing saving him from the others noticing his increasing need for a bathroom. Three white haired people with beaks and mottled orange skin addressed Frieza via a simultaneous choreographed bow. Their presentation included holographic images of water geysers on a pockmarked moon. NOT something Vegeta wanted to see right now! His bladder gave an agonizing contraction and a thin dribble of piss escaped his soft uncut cock, which was propped upward by the fabric of his skinsuit. The warmth oozed down his shaft to his balls. More pain stabbed his abdomen. Instinct forced him to clench his muscles and keep hanging on through the painful bladder spasms. He jiggled his left leg a few times, occasionally tapping on his scouter to keep up the feedback charade because he was not going to risk getting killed for excessive fidgeting. An hour went by with Frieza’s lesser troops reporting back from their scout missions. Vegeta allowed himself a momentary scissoring of his legs to feign working out a cramp. He saw some other soldiers wiggling their legs and shifting their weight. He smirked when he saw ever flamboyant Zarbon frowning and showing signs of mild discomfort. Frieza looked totally unperturbed. His species didn’t pee because they shed most of their wastes through gas exchange while breathing. That was the problem behind such obnoxiously long debriefings. Frieza could not fathom the discomfort of needing a bathroom or why some people were able to wait longer than others. Vegeta’s pondering caused a lapse in concentration. His bladder contracted. The pain was intense like a too tight belt around his waist. A large spurt of pee escaped him the same time Frieza called his name. “Vegeta, what were your findings on planet Kale?” “The natives are weaklings and will be easy to eradicate.” Vegeta replied smoothly. He shifted subtly on the chair to plant his elbow on the armrest and lay his cheek against his palm. The pose gave the illusion of bored haughtiness. Misdirection was the only trick he had left. His bladder ached with another spasm. He leaked again, a thin trickle that hurt to clench off. He forced his limbs to look more relaxed as his torso got more tense. His voice remained steady, hinting at nothing of his agonizing inner struggle. “Preliminary scans suggest extreme geological activity near the south pole. There are plenty of carbon deposits to convert into fuel. The problem is that section of the planet is a vast ocean.” He gushed again, this time full force. He heard it hiss as he regained control and thanked the stars his proximity to the clunky generator powering the room lights covered the sound from everyone but him. His muscles were tiring. He dug his ass into the seat slightly in a final attempt to hang on. “It shouldn’t take more than a week of undersea drilling to get the best carbon deposits. I think -” Pain shot through him and he felt himself slowly dribbling little drops of pee. The individual droplets leaking through the opening of his foreskin tickled slightly as they soaked into the wet fabric of his skinsuit or ran down underneath his balls to wet the cushion he sat on. Trying to clench his muscles made it hurt worse. He did it anyway. Vegeta cleared his throat to cover the lapse in his speech. “I think we should get started before Kale moves too close to its sun. Summer is high tide for that area and it persists until autumn. The drilling equipment will fare better while the tide is low.” He hesitated through another twinge and expertly made it appear to be a dramatic pause. His pelvic floor muscles bore down. He shifted his weight a tiny bit to the right while making a sweeping gesture at the room. “We will have to move quickly. Kale’s summer lasts approximately two hundred days.” His bladder spasmed painfully and the slow dribble became a thin though steady stream. Vegeta halted his pee again by leaning backwards slightly. All without losing his mask of aloofness. More bearing down spasms caused him to tense his legs. He realized he was slouching in a most unprofessional posture and scooted his bottom backwards in the seat to sit up properly. “The south pole’s high tide coincides with summer. That will mean added water pressure and possible equipment malfunctions.” Piss suddenly exploded out of him in a turbulent ribbon shaped spray. Full force, totally uncontrollable. Warmth splashed back against his pubic hair and poured a tiny waterfall down his shaft to create a lake under his balls. The cushion got warm as it absorbed his pee and he realized it wasn’t going to patter on the floor after all. The gurgling hiss as his stream sprayed the fabric of his skinsuit sounded so loud in his ears, yet the generator behind him saved his dignity. Embarrassed, he kept talking without a hint of his situation showing through in his face or voice. “Winter is no better. The weather patterns freeze everything solid. Icy conditions will cause too much interference. Currently, it is springtime on Kale’s south pole…” The hissing noise waxed and waned as his muscles rhythmically bore down to help his bladder force the pee out. He maintained perfect composure, grateful for his armor codpiece, his cape and the cushion he sat on. He glanced around and almost couldn’t believe it. Everybody in the room was looking at him and not a single person knew he was taking the most torrential piss of his life right in front of them. “…and conditions are perfect for mining right now. The ores are the purest we’ll find in this corner of the galaxy. Therefore, it would be foolish to wait. Lord Frieza, I suggest you send your men to Kale within the next month. Kale’s summer will begin in exactly three months. It’s better to start early in case of unexpected issues during the mining process.” Hot wetness continued to saturate his crotch, ass and the cushion underneath him. He tried not to moan, sigh or close his eyes in relief like he was apt to do in the bathroom. “Well done, is there anything else you would personally like to add?” Frieza remarked. Vegeta, still peeing full force, steepled his fingers and shook his head. “No, I’ve said all I need to.” One more nod and everyone’s attention was off him. Vegeta relaxed in the chair, grateful to not be the center of everyone’s focus anymore. He allowed his awareness to turn inward on the sensation of wetting himself. The wetness, the warmth, the vibration and the sound made the experience strangely delicious. It took three more minutes for the piss spraying from his cock to weaken into a concentrated stream. His body stopped bearing down. He could have cut the flow off then, but decided to finish emptying because it felt so damn good to release nearly twenty four hours worth of piss. The gentler flow went on for another two minutes, diminished to a weak trickle and finally stopped. He couldn’t resist sighing to himself and pushing out the final few spurts. The hot lake he created under his balls soaked into the thick cushion. Vegeta’s entire crotch and ass were drenched. So was the cushion. Sitting in his own urine wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Actually it got itchy after a few minutes. Being a little bit itchy was a hell of a lot better than suffering in pain. And, strangely, it was arousing to do something as taboo as wet his pants in a crowded room without anybody knowing. Caffeine was great for hiding urine smells and awful on bladders. Vegeta had to pee again in less than thirty minutes. By sixty it got painful. Ninety minutes was the point he had to concentrate on not relaxing too much because his muscles were all that held the flood back. His bladder and sphincter were exhausted from his unintentional marathon hold. Vegeta knew he wasn’t going to make it to the brief recess Frieza usually called during long debriefings like this. He readjusted to sit with his left ankle crossed over his right knee, his right elbow on the arm of the chair and his chin propped up on his palm. He inhaled silently, exhaled and relaxed. No dribbles this time, he went right to full stream just like he would in front of a urinal. The clammy half dry skinsuit material on his crotch got warm and wet once again. He sighed in relief, feigning aloof boredom while he peed as long and copiously as he did during his first accident. Except this time his muscles weren’t desperately pushing it out. The stream was smooth and fat without any turbulence to cause a hissing noise. It flowed effortlessly in its silent secrecy. He quietly reveled in the hot pee tickling his sac on its way into the cushion. All too soon his flow died to a thin trickle that continued for a delightful minute longer. He pushed with his stomach muscles to squeeze out the last few spurts. The cushion wicked the wetness away like soil sopping up rain. And not a single person around him knew he pissed himself twice. Another boring hour passed. Reports about different planets came in. One soldier had a terrible stutter, and Frieza blasted him to nothingness. That woke everyone up to full attention. Nappa resumed his grimacing and moving around. He wasn’t very subtle about reaching under his codpiece to hold himself. Vegeta had a clear view of his comrade seated next to Raditz and Reccoome. Raditz’s brow was knit with irritation. Captain Ginyu cleared his throat. He gave an elegant forty five minute speech about Kale’s moons, a not so subtle attempt to usurp Vegeta’s report to win Frieza’s favor. How laughably pathetic! Vegeta glanced at Nappa when he heard him grunt. The large, bald Saiyan leaned forward in his seat with his elbows on the table and his forehead resting on his hands. He looked around, frantic. Raditz nudged him and whispered something. Nappa only nodded, red-faced. He leaned forward again, longer this time with a focused look on his face. Cui started his report on a difficult colony somewhere in another galactic quadrant. Vegeta took his attention off Nappa to listen because he expected to get assigned to cleanse that planet of its population. Three more people followed after Cui’s thirty minute report. Frieza finally took notice of more than one soldier showing signs of urgency. He called a fifteen minute recess to let people who had to expel wastes go to the bathroom. It was practically a stampede for the door. Zarbon got out first and sprinted away. Dodoria pushed people out of his way. The Ginyu Force laughed and pointed to wet chairs and puddles on the floor. Vegeta had to pee badly again thanks to that stupid fizzy caffeine drink, but he didn’t dare get up in case the chair cushion revealed his wetting to all. He stayed seated and fiddled with his scouter to feign diagnosing the imaginary feedback issue. Let everyone think he had a bladder made of diamond, it was far better than them knowing the truth. He noticed fluid dripping from behind Nappa’s codpiece as the larger Saiyan stood by the table. Those slow drips became a steady, fat stream. Soldiers jumped away to avoid the expanding puddle at his feet. Nappa smashed his fist against the table in anger. He blushed as he walked towards the door. He was pissing full force and left a trail on the floor. Not only that, the foul odor and the bulge in the seat of his black skinsuit shorts explained his earlier behavior. His angry expression kept everyone else’s mouth shut. He stormed out while shooting glares at anyone who snickered. “Bladders are odd organs,” Frieza mused to Vegeta. He left the room without waiting for a response. Everyone else ran to bathrooms. Frieza usually got something to eat or drink. Before long the room was empty and quiet. Vegeta looked around to assure his solitude. He stood up to survey the cushion. The wetness wasn’t noticeable on the black material unless somebody touched it. He moved his cape and seated himself again, pulled his codpiece up to expose his lap and examined the damage on himself. The skinsuit fabric only looked wet when in contact with fluid. His ass was still wet from sitting on the pissy cushion. His crotch looked nearly dry. Vegeta laid his codpiece down, glanced around again and relaxed. His sore, tired bladder released its contents without a fuss. This time, he kept it to a slow trickle despite his body longing to push it all out as fast as possible. Frieza walked back into the room less than a second later. He tossed a food wrapper into the trash sconce. Vegeta pretended not to notice him. He kept on peeing as he fiddled with the buttons on his scouter. “Is your scouter still causing feedback?” asked Frieza, a brow ridge arched curiously. “Mmhmm. I think it’s a receiver issue.” Vegeta replied. He arched his back and stretched, which made his slow dribble become a strong spray. Frieza stepped curiously into Vegeta’s personal space. He swiped the scouter out of Vegeta’s hand. Then he held his chin between thumb and forefinger as he examined the exposed circuitry. “Hm. I hear it hissing. I heard the same noise earlier, too. Interesting.” Vegeta blinked. He was pissing himself and having a conversation with someone totally oblivious to how bladders and pee streams worked! “I didn’t think it was that loud.” Then he looked into Frieza’s eyes and pushed again, forcing the rest of his pee out in the biggest, loudest, fattest stream he could muster. His dick began to harden in response to doing something so taboo without being discovered. Frieza tilted his head and squinted at the scouter. It was comical, seeing a galactic tyrant unknowingly make a fool of himself. Vegeta folded his hands in his lap to keep his erection from shifting his codpiece out of alignment. He made himself a picture of innocence as his stream died away. “It stopped. Huh, odd.” Frieza crushed the scouter effortlessly in a tiny fist and hopped into his ornate seat. “You won’t be needing this anymore. The newest models will be arriving by tomorrow. Come to my office first thing in the morning. I’ll make certain you get a replacement.” “Wonderful. I look forward to it. The hiss was distracting.” Vegeta smirked as people began filing back in. Dodoria and Zarbon were first, followed by the Ginyu Force, Nappa, Raditz and the numerous weaklings that made up Frieza’s army. The debriefing lasted another two hours. Nappa wouldn’t look at anybody. Vegeta endeavored to not wet his pants a fourth time because he no longer had a scouter to blame for his discomfort or the hiss. His sphincter and bladder were so worn out that he’d once again become desperate. He made zero attempt to listen to the tedious reports being brought to the table because they wouldn’t concern him anyway. All his attention stayed glued on his aching bladder. He tapped his foot impatiently until Frieza declared the debriefing over. He bolted as soon as he heard the dismissal, making a beeline for his base quarters. “Hey, Vegeta!” Raditz called out. “Not now!” Vegeta walked briskly down the hall to his private base quarters. Every step jarred his bladder into aching distraction. “Aw, what gives?” Vegeta stood knock kneed outside his room as he keyed in his passcode. “I need to piss, I haven’t slept and I have a headache from hell. So, you have two choices. Either you leave me alone, or I crush your skull. Which is it?” The bushy haired Saiyan cocked his head and pursed his lips. “Suit yourself. Drinks later?” "No, I need to sleep.” The door slid open and Vegeta bounded through without caring what Raditz thought. His bladder spasmed and he doubled forward until the pain passed. He heard the door whir shut behind him and rushed to the tiny en suite bathroom which was all mirrored tiles. It was a whirlwind of action as he pulled the Saiyan armor over his head cape and all, yanked his boots off and removed his gloves. The blue skinsuit managed to dry completely, save for slight dampness around his ass. Vegeta glimpsed his reflection in the tiles. How pathetic he looked, all doubled over, crossed legged and clutching his crotch like a child. I wet myself in a public debriefing and nobody knew I did it. What’s to stop me now? It felt good to piss in my pants. That gave Vegeta pause. His dick was semi erect. It felt good to piss in my pants. He sat on the shower bench where one of the bathroom lights shone directly on his crotch. The cold, hard tiles increased his need. He instinctively tensed at another spasm. It hurt dreadfully and he groaned aloud, grabbing at his dick through his blue skinsuit as the first painful dribble escaped. He held on, wanting to again experience the sensation of losing control. It took longer than expected. Vegeta got up, paced around and seated himself again as more pains doubled him over. The bigger spurts started. Feeling the rhythmic squeezing and relaxing was bliss. He watched a glistening dark stain appear on his skinsuit and trickle down the length of his package. Leaning back sent his stomach muscles into vicious bearing down contractions. They were so painful that he let out another moan and sat up straight to relieve the pain. Piss exploded out of him with the same violence as the debriefing. Vegeta gripped the bench on either side of his knees and threw his head back, sighing audibly as his stream fountained through the skinsuit fabric with a thunderous hiss. Wet heat rolled along his balls to spread out on the bench. The advancing puddle surged past his knees to patter noisily on the tile floor. He moved his feet in the path of his piss waterfall and wiggled his toes in the flowing warmth. “Ahhh, fuck yes,” Vegeta gasped. He cut his stream to a slow dribble and stood up. His exhausted muscles refused to hold anything back. He started pissing full force again, sending ribbons of warmth down his muscular legs. He pushed, making it hiss louder. A huge, fat stream flowed straight downward between his feet. His hand found its way to his crotch. Feeling the power of his pee stream jetting into his clothes turned him on in ways he never knew possible. He peed for ages ‘til his stream died to a dribble. Next thing he knew he was rubbing his wet bulge vigorously until he fell to his knees in his own piss and came so hard he saw stars. He didn’t know how long he stayed curled up on the floor in tingling bliss. Hours, minutes, seconds? He didn’t care. He opened his eyes at the smell of his cum and piss mingling in air around him. He licked the pissy semen off his hand, noting its bitter saltiness, and stared at his reflection through the pee puddle between his knees. What did this mean? Being in wet clothes began to get itchy. Vegeta stripped off his filthy skinsuit and showered to wash all the piss and sperm off. He climbed into a pair of gray boxerbriefs and dumped yesterday’s clothes into the washing-drying unit by the toilet. They would be clean again and ready to wear tomorrow. Vegeta slept wonderfully, and when he woke lying on his stomach he noticed his bladder’s morning fullness. His cock was fully erect, so he freed it from his boxerbriefs and humped his bedroll mattress until he came. The moments after an orgasm always triggered mad dashes to the bathroom if he got off with a full bladder. But not this time. Vegeta stuck his dick back into his underwear, rolled onto his back despite the jizz stain, pulled the white kicked off covers up to his chin again and sighed. His first thing in the morning pees were always intense if he came before using the toilet. Laying on his back left him fully aware of how badly he had to go. Painful bladder spasms set off alarm bells in his brain to get up. He folded his hands on his stomach and relaxed instead of clenching. The flow started in a dribble when his erection began to soften and became a fat and powerful stream when his dick was completely limp. Morning pee always smelled strong and a little unpleasant, but the naughtiness of doing it in bed felt amazing. Why didn’t he learn how good this felt sooner? Vegeta closed his eyes as hot warmth vibrated his waistband. The fabric was soon saturated and the pee started enveloping his his ballsack and buttcrack. More skittered off his hips to wet his ass cheeks, the sheets and bedroll underneath. He rubbed his thumb up and down the length of his pissing cock through his boxerbriefs. The piss flow seemed to go on and on for a blissful blazing eternity. Vegeta didn’t wait for his pee to stop flowing. He grabbed himself through his pissy underwear and started rubbing furiously. His dribbling cock sprang to attention. A bright red sex flush darkened his cheeks and throat. He squeezed his eyes shut when the first quivers of orgasm shot through his abdomen. The sensation was just as intense as last night. He dug his head into his pillow. He chewed his lower lip, redfaced and groaning with wild abandon as his throbbing dick squirted thick stickiness into his wet boxerbriefs. Afterward he lay there, sweaty, panting, piss soaked and satisfied. Many minutes passed before he stopped trembling enough to leave his bed and prepare for that day’s duties. He smirked at how drenched his underwear were. They looked solidly darker gray and smelled awful. The washing-drying machine took care of them and his bedding. He got dressed after rinsing his lower half in the shower to get all the piss and cum off his skin. Nobody would ever know. xxx Vegeta picked his new scouter up from Frieza’s office shortly after dawn. He attached it to his ear and pressed the button to test it. It responded faster than his old scouter. Nice. “Oh, Vegeta?” Frieza hadn’t moved from his position by the huge concave window overlooking the desolate landscape. He twitched his tail, subtly showing agitation. “Yes?” Vegeta stood immediately at attention. He knew the tail meant trouble if he mouthed off. “Was your cushion wet when you sat down yesterday?” Shit, shit, shit! He thought quickly for an excuse. “Yes. I didn’t want to complain about it during the debriefing.” “You left rather quickly afterward.” “My apologies. Whatever got the cushion wet was burning my skin, and I had to shower immediately to make it stop.” Frieza waved his hand. “Hm. No matter, I think I’ve pinpointed the problem. Some of the dryer units are on the fritz again. I had your cushion sent for repeat cleaning and hopefully a proper drying. Fabric of such expense needs to be taken care of. Let me know if it’s wet next time. I’ll see to it the person responsible pays with their life.” “I will. Thank you, Lord Frieza.” Vegeta bowed and got the hell out of there. That was utterly terrifying and he knew he couldn’t pee in his pants during a debriefing again unless he found a way to keep the cushion dry. His fear melted away and he grinned as he slipped out of sight. Vegeta couldn’t believe he got away with it. Yesterday’s wetting experience awakened him to a new source of pleasure, one he hoped to experiment with in the future
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  7. This is wrong. This all feels wrong. Videl Satan, daughter of world champion Mr. Satan and accomplished martial artist crime fighter in her own right, was having serious trouble learning a new skill. She was adept at this kind of physical training, some might say a prodigy, the fact that she was now failing almost seemed impossible to believe to someone so successful, no matter how much Gohan was encouraging her. Maybe it was because this was mental training, but she'd done fine in that stuff before. Or maybe it was because she was trying to learn something as stupid as flying. Trick of view, smoke and mirrors, as her dad would claim? That's what she thought, except that Gohan's little brother Goten, a kid half her age, was zipping around in the air with absolutely no problem while she was stuck sitting in the grass. Oh, that wasn't helping her concentration or confidence in the slightest either. She had been told already that jumping straight to the levitation thing wasn't going to work, it required harnessing an energy she wouldn't have believed existed if Goten hadn't shown it off. So, for now, the end goal was generating this magic in her hands. While the little kid was able to shoot deadly blasts. "C'mon Goten," the elder brother urged. "Cool it down a little. You're doing great, Videl! Just concentrate, focus your ki, steady breathing. You can do it!" "Don't patronize me," Videl grumbled. "I'm not going to get it if you keep telling me I'm doing perfect. Or if you keep distracting me with encouragement." The basis of combat was being tough, hard, and critical, coddling would get her nowhere. Gohan reeled back in surprise, but respected her wishes and remained quiet. The idea was that the silence would allow Videl to meditate properly, and it would have if there was actually nothing. But Goten was still making noise, playing around like any kid would, it wasn't his fault, but that didn't make it not a nuisance. This would have been so much better if it was just Gohan and me. No, not like that! Just the bond between master and student! Well, the introspection did accomplish something. Being forced to pay close attention to her body's condition, of course it made issues with her body all too clear. Not injuries of any sort, but something even worse to her. I need to hurry this training up, I've really gotta use the bathroom. She was asking to have this kind of emergency befall her when she agreed to train with Gohan. Somehow, he managed to get to school every day while living hours away, even in the aerial vehicle she flew here. That already made a long time spent driving when she couldn't take care of business, and then there was however long the day's actual events would take. At least it wasn't physical exercise, she could drink very little, just enough to avoid dehydration. That plan worked okay yesterday, though she did still arrive home extremely desperate, she figured she could probably get away with the same thing today. Except for one horrible mistake. When she arrived here around noon, Gohan's mom had prepared them quite the lunch. And the lemonade, oh it was so delicious, she couldn't help drinking her fair share. That was a terrible decision, one she was paying for now. Really should have asked to use the bathroom while I was at their house. Even if they live in the middle of nowhere, they have to have a toilet. There was no chance anymore Videl could make it back to Satan City, she'd take peeing outside so long as she had absolute privacy. So now, she was thinking through any escape she would have, the chance to get at least far enough away she wouldn't be seen or heard. Should she come with some excuse to bow out for a few minutes, take the risk that her intention might be discovered? Should she admit defeat for the day and leave? The way she was sitting, with her legs splayed apart to her sides only for her feet to touch near her crotch, was certainly not helping her holding efforts. As subtly as possible, she shifted her weight around by rocking just a little, kicking dirt up onto her long white shirt. She broke the meditation stance to wipe it off, reminding her just how she was still at gravity's mercy. That's right, I've still got work to do here. "Videl?" Hearing her name snapped her out of the trance, so she could see Gohan looking at her, concerned. "I think you're putting too much effort into this. You're shaking." Videl looked herself over, and confirmed that, yes, she was quivering. "Do you want to take a break?" The negativity was not doing anything to help. "No! I am not moving from this spot unless it's in the air!" Videl was actually very stubborn, when she set her mind to a goal, there was no way to stop her until she succeeded. And she didn't like anyone interfering, especially wannabe superheroes in dumb outfits, for a specific example. So she was standing her ground, placing a concrete restriction on herself. I'm going to regret this sooner or later. Speechless, Gohan just sat and watched as his partner tried her best to master energy control. Problem was, this required a calm mind to get right, a frustrated Videl had no chance. But he wasn't going to interrupt or correct her now, for fear she'd blow up on him. "She's just like Mom," he realized, under his breath. There was a very delicate balance being maintained inside the girl as she meditated. She had one internal force she wanted to expel into view, while keeping another one firmly in. And she wasn't perfect, she was afraid she'd slip up at some point and release the wrong one. If that happened, Videl could never show her face again, and she'd have to shut the boys up somehow. No matter how talented a fighter she was, her crimefighting escapades did occasionally leave her with a few injuries. That, and the limits she'd push herself to in training, left her with the proper scale and respect for pain, she wouldn't exaggerate it, she'd downplay it if anything. So, when the prevalent thought was I can't last much longer, this hurts too much, it was serious. The burning, the stretching, the numbness it produced, no human could handle it. She loathed the idea, but she'd have to make herself known if she wanted to make it. It'd be a little bit of a loss on principle, but it'd reflect far better on her than if a puddle just started growing beneath her. Videl swallowed her pride, and gave a couple silent attempts to ask, having to close her eyes to avoid looking right at Gohan. "Gohan! I have to use the bathroom!" I didn't say that. That voice was definitely Goten. Can he read my mind now? It wasn't a completely impossible conclusion to draw, given how alien the kid's powers were, but it did turn out to be nothing more than paranoia when she opened her eyes and looked. Turned out it was pure coincidence, Goten looked nervous as he bounced in his place. He doesn't even look that bad, at least compared to me. Gohan jumped up and rushed to his little brother, kneeling down to cover his mouth. "You don't say things like that in front of girls, Goten! Just go somewhere!" Thinking about that isn't making things easier. But I suppose if he's quiet now, I'll survive. This was a bad situation, but Videl felt confident in her ability to last long enough to figure her own predicament out. Too bad that security didn't last, over the light noise of the breeze, a splashing noise echoed in the open field. Her muscles tensed and she froze completely. Where is that coming from?! It'd be a bad idea to look, but she still searched for the source of the sound. Still very much within view was a tree, with Goten standing between her and it. His back was turned to their direction, and he was...peeing on the trunk. Oh, you're kidding me. "Goten," his older brother shouted. "I meant get some distance!" "Sorry, Gohan," the little boy replied, giggling. "I already started, I can't stop now!" Yeah, I know that. And it's going to be bad. "I'm really sorry about this, Videl. It's usually just the two of us out here, he hasn't learned proper manners yet! Kids, right?" Gohan laughed incredibly nervously, trying his best to ease the situation. "Uh, Videl? Are you alright? You're shaking, and your face is red." She hadn't even noticed the way her appearance had changed. All her attention was solely on not wetting herself, and it was no longer working. She wasn't looking at Goten anymore, but the thought of him getting relief she was denying herself was too much to handle, to say nothing of the sound. The first defense broke as a little leaked into her underwear. I'm done for, I cannot hold this any longer. Gohan had been leaning in to see if Videl was sick, when she finally broke and shoved him away with all her strength, doing more damage to herself. She jumped to her feet and stared with as much fury as she was capable of. "You follow me, you're dead!" She ran away, very stilted, in a random direction. "Gotta find cover, gotta find a place to hide." Their training grounds were very uneven terrain, with lots of hills, large rocks, plants, that was slightly reassuring. But the way she dashed off in didn't have much in the way of walls, and she didn't want to go too far. Besides the fear of not making it that long, the untamed wild was dangerous. Dinosaurs lived out here. Control kept slipping away, Videl's panties did not feel good and she could only imagine how bad the white fabric looked right about now. If bike shorts weren't water-resistant, I'd be doomed. Them being black most definitely helped too, but it wouldn't hide much more. Anything else leaked, it'd be both visible and the start of a total accident. With barely any time to spare, she bolted behind a large rock outcropping, panting with her hands on her knees from the energy she expended. "Wow...made it..." With practice behind her actions, she ripped her shorts and underwear down, squatting with her back propped up against the tall stone. Considering how close she was to bursting, Videl was left waiting an embarrassingly long time. "Grrr, hurry up, bladder! I don't want to do this any more than you do!" Being out on the town as often as she was, there were times she had no choice but to answer nature's call in "less than legal" places. She knew how to do it, but she certainly didn't like it. Finally, the clear stream started, and really strong right from the outset. Urine was hitting the ground between her feet with a loud, yet satisfying splatter. The dirt was absorbing it, but not fast enough, with the puddle growing outward rapidly, surrounding the soles of her boots before long. Videl didn't let her guard down, only relaxing her muscles at the relief, but she still took some amount of pleasure from it. This continued for just slightly under a minute, a pretty usual time for her given how long she held, before it died down. Just to be safe, she put forth some effort to squeeze out whatever remained inside her, a couple quick jets splashing with their escaped brethren. "Finally, it's done." Mildly satisfied, she grabbed a leaf from some ivy on the rock, prayed it wasn't poisonous, and wiped herself dry. Not that it mattered, she got wet again when her clothes were pulled back into place, cool and damp. "Gross." Now came the hard part, facing Gohan again. She ran away without any explanation, but given the context, the reason was probably too obvious. He was smart, he wouldn't fall for anything she pulled. It may not have been her style, but she'd have to be honorable and just face her failure. She was not looking forward to it. The return trip took much longer, now that Videl was in no rush to reach the destination. At the speed she was moving, it was amazing she returned before the sun set. The boys were just waiting around, but Gohan faced her as she approached, though when she was still quite far away. She felt his eyes, it made her breathing shallow like something was constricting her lungs. He only spoke when she arrived within earshot. "Good, you're back. I was worried about you. The wildlife is dangerous around here." Videl got on the defensive. "I'm not some damsel in distress, Gohan, I can handle myself." She stood inches away from her classmate, turning his face red as she stood on her toes to even the height difference. "Now you listen carefully, you say anything about this, and the Great Saiyaman's identity is plastered all over the school. Understand?" "Y-yes, ma'am." He took a few steps back to an appropriate distance, sitting back down. "Did you still want to continue your ki training, or would you rather call it a day?" Videl fell right back into a sitting pose, regretting it as it pushed her wet clothes onto her. "I told you I was going to do it, and I still intend to." She held her hands up to resume the pose, closing her eyes to focus. Immediately, she felt a difference now that her attention wasn't being split, like the energy was on her fingertips ready to show. Too bad the focus was broken by Goten, forgetting his place by making fun of her. "Ha ha, Videl peed herself! Videl peed herself!" Not dignifying the taunting by looking or even opening her eyes, she held a fist out towards him, prepared to turn it into a ruder gesture, when he promptly shut up. Even if it was only because Gohan threatened him as well. And now she was back to square one. This is going to take forever.
  8. I thought I'd try writing this cause I'm free today and then it's back to being too busy to write some serious fetish stuff. I can at least take comfort in the fact that stories don't have to be super high quality for people to be satisfied with them here. I hope you enjoy. This is a crossover of Pokemon, Digimon, Dragon Ball Z, and Yu-Gi-Oh, featuring the anime girls I want to see omorashi with the most. Four Desperate Anime Girls On a hot summer day, four girls got together to go on a roadtrip to a city that was five hours away. Misty, who was going to see a Water Pokemon show that was going on there, was wearing her usual yellow midriff tank top and jean shorts. Kari, who was going to the amusement park that was open at the city at this time, was wearing a white and pink tank top and skintight yellow shorts about a quarter of the way to her knees. (This is the Adventure 02 Kari) She would have liked to bring Gatomon, but Gatomon had been invited to a party in the digital world so they had gone their separate ways for now. Videl, who was going to fight in a martial arts tournament, was wearing a white tank top with a pink T-shirt underneath, and black compression shorts halfway to her knees. (We'll say her hair is longer despite wearing her post-haircut outfit) Serenity, who was visiting her friend Tristan Taylor, was wearing a pink and yellow T-shirt and jean shorts. (Battle City outfit) Here, Videl, Kari, and Serenity lived in the same city and went to the same high school, and were friends early in. Misty traveled to the city after her return to Cerulean City, where she met the other three girls in a restaurant, and immediately began fangirling over Kari and Videl, for the former's Digimon battles after saving the world from Myotismon, and the latter's tournament battles. Serenity in turn had enjoyed watching Misty compete in a Water Pokemon tournament. After a conversation, Misty had three new companions. They were all very excited to get to the big events tomorrow (today, in Serenity's case). As soon as they got into the car, with Videl driving, Misty in the front seat, and Kari and Serenity in the back, they started to sweat profusely, for it was very hot in the car, which had been in the summer sun for hours. So, before leaving the city they were currently in, they stopped at a convenience store and each got two large slushies, and a pack of water bottles. Videl paid for them, being very rich as the daughter of Mr. Satan, the world champion. When they got back into their car, it was still very hot. Knowing it would take a while for the air conditioner to take effect, they each drank two bottles of water, except Videl, who drank three. By the time they were out of the city, the car had cooled down. Ten minutes later, the sweat had evaporated off them. "I can't wait to see what kind of Water Pokemon there'll be," said Misty. "Vaporeon... Seel... Horsea... Tentacruel..." "I haven't been to this amusement park in years," said Kari. "I wonder what rides they'll have this year?" "I hope some fighters at the tournament will at least be a challenge," said Videl. "It'll be nice to see Tristan again," said Serenity. An hour into the drive, all four girls needed to pee. They had each had a light breakfast, and drank quite a lot. "Can we stop at the next gas station?" said Misty. "I have to go to the bathroom!" "Me too," said Videl. She quickly looked in the rear view mirror, and Kari and Serenity's looks of discomfort and fidgeting slightly told her they needed to go too. Misty sometimes wet herself when she saw a Bug Pokemon on her travels with Ash and Brock. It was bad enough having an accident in front of them, but they all got used to it, and she'd prefer not to embarrass herself in front of Videl, Kari, and Serenity. Kari had only wet herself once that she could remember, when she was being sucked into the Ocean of Darkness before Yolei had slapped her out of it. She hadn't had time to feel embarrassed until after the battle had been won, and Gatomon and Silphymon's DNA Digivolution had somehow dried her off before anyone else but Yolei could find out. Serenity had also only wet herself once, when Tristan had been defeated by Nezbitt in the virtual world. This had carried over to her body in the real world, but her shorts had only been damp by the time they escaped the explosion of the virtual world. Videl, on the other hand, often ended up peeing herself when fighting crime. Because her shorts were black, no one ever noticed. It would be harder to hide if she peed all over the seat here, especially since the lower part of her shirt would get wet too while sitting down. After twenty uncomfortable minutes, they got stuck behind some slow-moving trucks side by side, going about 30 miles per hour. With each minute, the girls felt the pressure in their bladders increase, and crossed their legs. Videl still having to keep her foot on the gas and brake pedals. "This is ridiculous!" said Videl, honking her horn. "Move your ass! Some of us have to go REAL bad!" A hand reached out of the window of the trunk directly in front of them, flipping her off. Videl banged her fists against the wheel, then crossed her legs tighter. After all, she had more to drink than the others. An hour of fidgeting later, one of the trucks turned off the road, allowing Videl to speed up to the speed limit past the other truck. Misty was very nervous. She really needed to go, and she didn't have the strongest bladder because she'd usually pee in the water back at Cerulean City, and had a history of wetting herself at the sight of a bug. "When are we gonna get to the nearest gas station?" said Serenity, crossing her legs and fidgeting harder. She wasn't sure she could hold it much longer. "Hopefully soon," said Videl. She couldn't afford for it not to be. They had just gone an hour on a stretch of road that should have been under twenty minutes. So, they had just over four hours before they reached their destination. Kari whimpered as she felt her need to pee increase. They crossed their legs and fidgeted for another twenty minutes before they finally reached a gas station. Already feeling a bit better, they quickly parked and rushed out of the car for the bathroom. They each raced to get to the bathroom in time, with Videl in the lead, Misty second, Kari third, Serenity fourth. Serenity hoped she could hold it for as long as it took the others to go. Until they saw the dreaded Out of Order sign on the girls' bathroom, much to their dismay. So they ran back to the car and hit the road again. "I really don't think I can hold it until the next gas station," said Kari. "I have to pee SO bad!" said Misty, holding herself and fidgeting harder. "We all do," said Videl. "But we'll have to hold it until the next gas station." "The next gas station's an hour away," said Serenity. "I really don't think I can make it." "Try to hold it as long as you can," said Videl. "I have to pee as badly as you. And none of us brought a change of clothes so if any of us have an accident we'll have to stay in our wet shorts for the rest of the trip." Kari and Serenity whimpered, feeling more desperate at these words. Forty minutes went by, and Videl, Misty, Serenity, and Kari became more desperate. They could feel their bladders slowly filling up by the minute, the pressure becoming more intense. They were more desperate than they had ever been in their lives, for every time they had wet themselves had been out of stress or fear. Although it wouldn't be their first time, none of the other girls knew each had wet herself already, and wanted to keep it that way. It was hard for Videl because she drank an extra water bottle and had to keep focusing on driving, but she could hold it longer when she wasn't feeling any stress from anything other than having to hold it. She kept both hands on the steering wheel, but Misty, Serenity, and Kari were holding themselves. All four were squirming. And then, the worst possible thing happened. They hit a traffic jam that went on for as far as the eye could see. "NO! Not now!" Videl banged her fists on the steering wheel again, denting it slightly. She crossed her legs and fidgeted more. It had been only twenty minutes until the next gas station, and Misty thought if she held it this long she might be able to make it. But now she knew it would be a lot longer, and she REALLY didn't think she could hold it this long. She whimpered as a small spurt escaped into her red panties. Kari and Serenity were more uncomfortable too, fidgeting harder than ever. Every five minutes, the cars moved slightly. But they were making no progress any time soon. Twenty minutes into the traffic jam, Misty leaked again, dampening the front of her shorts. "I can't take it anymore. I'm just gonna go pee outside." "There's no trees or bushes," said Videl, who was a little jealous because as the driver she couldn't do so. "Everyone will be able to see you." "I don't care," said Misty. "And I'll turn around so all they can see is my butt." She paused at the thought, which was almost just as uncomfortable, but a five-second leak convinced her it would be less embarrassing than wetting herself all the way. She had just unbuckled her seat belt and had turned toward the door to open it when a Weedle climbed onto the window. Misty screamed at the top of her lungs, her shorts getting wetter by the second. Videl, Kari, and Serenity were startled, Kari and Serenity leaking a little. The Weedle was also startled, falling off the window and scurrying away. "What was that about?" said Videl. "You almost made me..." She paused at the hissing sound coming from Misty and the sight of her peeing herself. Misty's eyes were shut tight in fear. She opened them and looked to the window. The Weedle was gone. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then noticed that her shorts were soaked, and she was still peeing. She tried to stop, but she couldn't. She blushed and hung her head. "I... I just couldn't hold it... there was a bug on the window and I..." Videl was not happy that Misty peed all over the front seat of her car. Now her car would smell like pee until she could get it somewhere to get the smell out. Or maybe wish it away with the Dragon Balls. Oh, if she had them now she'd wish for a bathroom at the side of the road, or for the traffic jam to clear up. But, she knew Misty must be really ashamed of having an accident in her car in front of her and the other girls, so the last thing she needed was for Videl to give her a hard time. "Don't feel bad," said Videl. "You held it as long as you could." Another jolt from her bladder, and Videl crossed her legs. Misty felt a little better, but was still embarrassed as she finished peeing. At least she didn't have to go anymore. Kari and Serenity felt bad for her, but the sound of her peeing made them feel like they had to pee even more. 25 minutes went by. Videl, Kari, and Serenity fidgeted harder, while Misty sat in her wet shorts. Kari and Serenity leaked a few times, and so did Videl near the end of it. They fidgeted harder, their bladders throbbing harder than ever. Finally, after a total of 45 minutes of traffic jam they started moving again. They saw a lane was blocked off, but nothing was going on there. Someone had blocked off the lane for no reason and someone thought it would be funny to go slow through the open lane, thus slowing everyone else down. "Was someone TRYING to make people have an accident in the car?" said Videl. "It worked," said Misty, blushing lightly but feeling a little better. Far ahead, Weevil said "How many people do you think wet their pants because of our trick?" "Hopefully a lot," said Rex. They gave each other a high five. Back in Videl's car... "If I can just hold on until we get to the gas station..." said Kari, fidgeting harder, her shorts damp. Serenity just nodded her head, her shorts slightly wetter than Kari's from leaking a little more. "Now that we're moving again, I'm going as fast as I can!" said Videl, going the speed limit exactly, not wanting to go over because if she was pulled over it would increase her chance of wetting herself. Her shorts were slightly damp from her leak. After fifteen minutes, they reached the gas station. "I'll stay here," said Misty. She no longer needed to go, and didn't want anyone in the gas station to see her pee-soaked shorts. Serenity was the first out. Videl and Kari needed to go really badly but Serenity felt like she was about to burst. To her dismay, she saw a big line for the bathroom. No doubt all of them had been in the traffic jam and had been holding it in almost as long as her. "No..." said Serenity. She had been this close to relief and now she had to wait longer for it. At this revelation, her bladder just gave up and released itself into Serenity's shorts. Serenity blushed as her jean shorts quite noticeably grew wetter and wetter, and rivers of pee poured down her legs and formed a puddle at her feet. Usagi (Sailor Moon) was right in front of her. She took one look, and put a hand on her crotch, but her skintight pink shorts darkened and a puddle grew at her feet as well. She started crying loud, which diverted any attention away from Serenity. Videl and Kari saw Serenity peeing. Videl took her hand, holding herself with her other hand, and walked away, Serenity leaving a trail of urine behind her as she continued to wet her shorts. "Aren't we gonna use this bathroom?" said Kari, leaking a little more at the sight of Serenity's accident. "It'll take longer for this line to end than it'll take for us to get to the next gas station," said Videl. Serenity knew the next gas station was an hour away, and the line would probably be shorter than that, but she couldn't think of anything else right now, too ashamed of peeing herself. She was still peeing when they reached the car. Videl and Kari got back into the car and crossed their legs, patiently waiting for Serenity to finish so she didn't pee on the seat. Although, there were no towels, so the seat where Serenity sat would get damp, but not soaked like Misty's seat was. Besides, Serenity was peeing standing up so not as much of her butt would get wet. Once Serenity was done peeing, she got into the car, still blushing, and Videl took off as quickly as she could. "Out of order again?" said Misty, now feeling more bad for Serenity than she was about her own accident. "There was a big lineup from the traffic jam, and I couldn't hold it any longer. I feel so ashamed." "Don't feel bad, you held it as long as you could, and anyone else in your position could have done the same." Serenity started to feel a little better, remembering now that she wasn't the only one who had an accident in the gas station, and that Usagi had been the center of attention. She did feel bad for her, but she also felt less ashamed now. The crotch and lower butt of her shorts were soaked, her pink panties were drenched, and her legs glistened with pee. They continued the trip. Videl and Kari were fidgeting harder than ever, both crossing their legs, and Kari holding herself with both hands. Videl was leaking every ten minutes, but Kari was leaking every minute, the damp spot on her shorts growing bigger. "How much farther until the gas station?" said Kari twenty minutes into this next part of the drive. Serenity, who was still a little embarrassed but had gotten over the shock of her accident, said "Forty minutes." Kari leaked for four seconds. "I can't hold it that long! I'm gonna wet my pants!" "You're not the only one," said Videl, crossing her legs tighter. Five minutes later, Kari said "I can't... I'm going to... it's coming out!" *psssssssssss* Kari started to pee full force. The crotch of her skintight shorts became soaked, and in seconds the wetness was soaking her butt, and drenching the seat she was sitting on. Never mind the state of her pink panties. She blushed beet red and started to tear up slightly as she continued to wet her shorts for the second time. Because her shorts were yellow, it was hard to visibly tell that she had wet herself once she was done. But while she was peeing, it was easy for Serenity to see this, as well as hear it. Smell wasn't a factor because she and Misty had already had an accident and the inside of the car already smelled like pee. Serenity put her hand on Kari's back. "It's all right, Kari. You held it as long as you could. We just had so much going against us, we couldn't help it. It has been about five hours." Really more like four hours and forty-five minutes. "It's amazing you could hold it so long," said Misty. Kari started to feel better and just enjoyed the relief, however embarrassing, as she flooded her shorts and felt her very full bladder empty rapidly. She stopped trying to hold it in and let it flow, not that she could stop or even slow it down anyway. Videl could hear Kari peeing and her sigh of relief, and it made her leak for five seconds. "I can understand you couldn't help it, but can you at LEAST try to pee quietly over there? I still REALLY need to go!" "Sorry," said Kari, still peeing. "I forgot. But, if you don't make it, don't feel too ashamed." "Yeah," said Misty. "At least you held it longer than the rest of us!" Videl was crossing her legs, fidgeting, and holding herself with one hand while driving with the other, feeling waves of pee sloshing inside her. "I'll try, but I'll try to hold it in first!" "For another half hour?" said Serenity. "That's how far the gas station is." Kari finished peeing. It felt wonderful to let go after holding it for so long, she hardly felt ashamed anymore. Fifteen minutes later, it was now five hours into the drive. Videl REALLY needed to go, she was about to burst. She was fidgeting harder than ever, crossing her legs really tight, holding herself with one hand, and dribbling. She had still avoided a full-blown accident but her shorts were getting damper and damper, and her white panties were soaked. It had been an hour and twenty minutes since Misty's accident, and she needed to pee again, all the pee left over from the first time having caught up to her. Her shorts and the seat were already wet so she unabashedly let it all out where she sat. Of course, what she forgot was that she was sitting right next to Videl, who was in desperate need of a bathroom and could easily hear the sound of her peeing. "Really?" said Videl. "You had to pee AGAIN, and you couldn't hold it for another twenty..." She let out a squeal as she leaked for six seconds, and then for seven seconds. When the next leak began, Videl knew she was beyond the point of no return, so she stopped holding and peed like a race horse, uncrossing her legs while keeping her foot on the gas pedal, and moving her pee-soaked left hand onto the steering wheel. "Ahhhhhhh," Videl sighed, blushing lightly but greatly enjoying the relief after holding it in for five hours. When Misty stopped re-wetting her shorts, she paused as the sound of peeing continued, looked over at Videl, and blushed. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you lose it..." "It's all right," said Videl. "I probably wouldn't have been able to hold it anyway." She laughed as the warm wetness soaked the crotch and butt of her shorts, as well as the lower sections of her white shirt, and the driver's seat. She had to admit, the warm release did feel very good. At least this time she wasn't in the middle of a fight with criminals. Serenity was feeling a slight urge to pee at this point, similar to Misty. "Um... If it's all right, can we still stop at the gas station? I need to pee again, and I don't want to damage this seat any further." "You can go in your shorts again," said Videl, still peeing. "I don't mind." "I'd really prefer not to." "Then we'll stop." Videl peed for two minutes before she was done. The relief felt so wonderful she didn't even care that she had just wet her shorts all the way. Besides, it wasn't the first time, even though it was the first time someone else noticed. But, as Misty had pointed out, she had held it in the longest. Eighteen minutes later, they reached the gas station. Serenity didn't have to go that badly but she walked into the gas station, blushing when someone noticed her wet shorts. She was able to use the bathroom without any trouble, and got back into the car. "How did it go?" said Kari. "The bathroom was working and it was empty," said Serenity. "Oh, sure, NOW there's no obstacles once all four of us have wet our pants," said Misty. There was one hour left in the drive. Half an hour into the drive, Kari peed a second time, and she and Serenity giggled a bit. Ten minutes later, Videl peed again, without shame. After all, her shorts and seat couldn't possibly get any wetter. Finally they reached the hotel they were staying at. As they got their hotel room, they felt a little embarrassed at everyone in the lobby being able to see their pee-soaked shorts. "Do you still feel up for going to see Tristan?" said Kari to Serenity once they were in their room. "Tristan's seen me wet myself once before. He doesn't mind." "At least your shorts aren't quite as wet as ours," said Videl, and all four girls laughed. Videl gave Serenity a ride to Tristan's house, where she explained what had happened, and Tristan understood, actually seeming to like that Serenity had wet herself, and that she didn't feel too ashamed of it now. While the other three girls hung out in their hotel room, realizing they hadn't even brought any pajamas to change into, Tristan ordered takeout for him and Serenity. A few hours later, Serenity needed to pee, and Tristan tickled her until she wet herself again. Serenity didn't mind, she thought it was funny and her shorts were already wet so it didn't make a huge difference. ... Next morning, their shorts had dried, though they still smelled like pee. Misty saw the Water Pokemon show which had all her favorite Water Pokemon in it. Kari had a lot of fun at the amusement park, with all her favorite rides, Serenity had dinner at a nice restaurant with Tristan, and Videl won the tournament, though it was noticeable that the lower part of her shirt was stained yellow, the audience loved her too much to care. All of them thought it was worth the wet drive there. ... The day after, Videl, Misty, and Kari picked up Serenity, each sitting in their usual spots. In the summer heat the seats had dried but the car still smelled like pee. They each drank two big slushies, a coffee, and three bottles of water before the car cooled down. An hour into the drive, they needed to pee, and twenty minutes later, got stuck behind slow trucks again. "Not again!" said all four girls. They each looked sideways at each other, and then peed where they sat. They didn't stop anywhere for the rest of the trip, and drank water bottles freely. They each peed three more times before they got home, not caring how saturated their shorts and seats got.
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