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Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.

View File Two girls holding it live Two girls hold it, it seems that in front of a webcam. One who seems more desperate to pee removes a dress and sits in an underwear, the other sits in panties and a blouse. The first one stands up and pees through her black panties, the second one removes her panties and pees standing (a little nudity). Coudln't find it here. Submitter wether Submitted 06/28/2022 Category Female  

(Hi everyone! I'm back again with a second attempt at an interactive story! This one has a lot more story though. I'm leaving these open-ended though. I might put certain choices, but mostly it will be all up to you. I know this isn't the place to say it, but try to make your answers and stuff make sense. Hard to work with an answer that wont make sense. If there's a tie in answers I'll decide which one goes. It'll usually be the one that advances the plot more. Thanks for reading this!) The Plot: Saria's life is a big part of this I say.. But the big later on story is...: Saria stumbles upon a mysterious book and gets pulled into an ancient world. The world is facing a big threat so it's up to Saria and her party members to save it. Chapter 1: A terrible night's sleep. The time was 10 PM, Saria laid in her bed trying to fall asleep. Her mind kept drifting from the sound of her parents arguing to the sound of the water running upstairs. She felt the need to pee, but she really didn't want to leave her room with her parents arguing. She was so glad to be moving out soon. The screaming got worse and worse. Her parents used to be happy together... What changed? After an hour or two, she managed to fall asleep, but she woke up at 3:24 AM to a warm wet feeling in between her legs and all over the bed. Saria quickly jumped up, but she couldn't stop herself her pee continued to flow out until she shoved her fingers into her pee-hole. This never has happened before, sure she's used to going to sleep while needing to pee, but it never leaks. Her pajamas are soaked and she doesn't know what to do. Her bed is soaked. She decides to waddle to the bathroom making sure to do it very quietly. Even though she was 19 her parents still hated her being awake late. They would surely punish her for being awake this late. Saria makes it to the bathroom, but the door is locked. She's not sure why, until she glances around the area and sees shattered dishes and scratches on the wall. Saria's mom was hiding herself in the bathroom. Saria sighed and walked back to her room. Their upstairs bathroom was in the middle of being worked on so the door was definitely locked. Saria still had to pee badly. She didn't know what to do. What should Saria do? You guys get to choose what she does. Open-ended. Plot advancers: 1.) Finish peeing in clothes 2.) Try to hold it until morning 3.) Knock on the bathroom door 4. Go pee outside (The plot advancers guarantee the story moves on. Your choices usually will as well. These act as recommendations in case you can't think of anything. I have a lot of lore and decisions planned. I encourage everyone who reads this to vote on something. It'll make the story better and more frequent. That's it.)

Hello everyone! I'm currently studying Japanese, and I would say I know it well enough to be able to translate most text that would come out of omo content. So, if you have anything you'd like to see translated, bring it here! I didn't know what to put for tags so I just threw in some things I personally like (let me know if this is incorrect usage). A few guidelines: I may sporadically be busy, so excuse me if I go inactive at random (I'll try my best though) Nothing too large. Single images and collections of a few images are preferable, and I likely won't have time to translate, like, 30 pages. Male omo, messing, and diapers do not appeal to me, but I will still translate them. Don't expect my translations to be perfect! I'm still learning after all (there might be parts I can't figure out so watch out for that). And I might as well offer some evidence that I can actually do this, so here's an sample: Source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/93491011 (がまんがまん by わたからし) Transcription: おしっこが限界の状態でM字開脚20分（手で前を押えるの禁止） ふる　ぷる Translation: While at the pee holding limit, keeping legs open in an M shape for 20 minutes (Prohibited from using hands in the front) *tremble* *tremble*

————————————————————— it’s been a while since I posted a fictional story. Actually, I started many during this hiatus, but ended up deleting many of them because I’d lose motivation. So, I took a break. Seems I needed it as this story is a whopping 9-10 pages long, according to Microsoft Word. I didn’t want to create chapters, so you all can simply read the whole thing in one go without having to wait for each chapter. Once again, as in a previous story of mine, “she” is unnamed so that whoever you are, if you so desired, can call her whomever you’d like: a crush, a girlfriend, a wife, whoever; I leave her identity at my readers’ discretion. Any edit history will be with respect to typos I find as I re-read my work in this post. It’s long, so typos are inevitable. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed detailing it. ’Til next time.. ————————————————————— Driving Disaster Although she had stopped at the rest-stop and gone in for some beverages, her anxiety with using public restrooms prevented her from going. Her bladder reminded her that the toilet is only a door away, but she refused as her anxiety flared in her chest. She purchased the beverages and as she approached the exit, her bladder whispered into her mind: “last chance, turn around..” But she ignored it, walking through the sliding doors; and whilst she walked to and approached her car, she can hear her bladder yelp into her mind: “No! No!, please go back! You have a chance!” And once again, she shook her head, refusing to acknowledge her opportunity. Her anxiety just told her to wait it out. After all, she just had to wait another fifty miles or so, then she’d reach the motel she planned to stay in for the night; then she can go pee. However, now that she was back on the road, her urging bladder slowly began creeping out of her belly, building until sufficient tingle remained constant in her lower abdomen. She clenched her sphincter muscles in response, but it didn’t go away as fast as prior to her break at the rest-stop. Her mind began to second-guess her anxiety, after noticing it took longer for her clenching to make the tingles go away: “perhaps a public restroom isn’t so bad?” But as soon as the question rang in her mind, just as fast sprung her anxiety about even considering the opportunity and picturing herself doing so. And though her mind reassured her, and gave her some confidence that she could make it, the extent of her distended bloated belly: — considering that she was wearing a flow-y red floral dress, was yet noticeably jutting out — “maybe it was just the way I’m sitting”, she reflected when noticing her large stomach. Suddenly while thinking — thinking she could perhaps make it — her bladder urge arrives faster, no longer gradually creeping its way, and contracts, sending strong tingles urging her to open her sphincter downwards into her perineum. “Ooooff..”, she mouths, then purses her lips. She squints her eyes, not outright squeezing them shut — since she knows wouldn’t be able to see the road had she fully closed them — and bites her incisors down on her bottom lips. Her head lightly twitches, tilting to the left when the tingles in her perineum grow upwards and sit at on top of her pubic bone. “Ahhh..”, her mind winces as growing tingles agitate, ringing her awareness like cellphone that won’t let up. Careful not to have it affect her driving foot, she presses her milk-tea thighs together, shoving her dress in between the middle inseams thereof with her left hand, all but her thumb, which, though insignificant, caresses her right thigh over the dress. She wrinkles her eyebrows and tells herself to focus on the road, while her pressing thighs squeeze its tension into her and against the constant wave yearning to overcome the flood walls. The tingles grow further upwards and sit just above her pubic bone: her lower abdomen muscles briefly twitch beneath. She responsively clenches harder as a burning sensation overwhelms her and keeps like so for thirty seconds, until finally she feels it start to subside, slowly retreating away into the depths of her swollen belly. Although she hides her bladder away, it irritation bloats her belly with pressure. She covers another five miles before her bladder comes knocking again, this time more prepared to defeat her hold. She felt her innards expand beneath that full belly. Though her thighs were already together, and only lightly pressed — having relaxed them thus far, after the prior hold — she resumed their prior tension, but her contracting bladder only shot more tingles into her perineum; so she responded with tighter squeezing, but with no avail: her tingling only growing stronger and crawling back up the front of her, forcing her pelvic lips to shrink inwards as she instinctually clenches her muscles very tightly. “Oooo! Come on, come on, come on! Why won’t you just let uppp!”, arguing with her bladder while clenching her teeth. She so badly wants to bring her feet together and closer so that she may stomp them in place alternatively, but her right foot is too preoccupied with the gas pedal. Instead, her left foot starts to pace, side-to-side, while left knee jams tightly into the other one. She shoves her left hand back in between the middle of her thighs, all fingers in this time. Her palm facing her inner right thigh, it grasps onto its sensitive skin and squeezes. It feels moist, her inner thighs no doubt red as they remain together and sweating, her dress absorbing some of it. And though her foot continues to dance and her left arm pressing its hand into her right thigh, the burning beneath her perineum returns: her bladder is vehemently contracting its hot sloshing pee into her walls. She covers two miles in her unrelenting desperation, until the drop of sweat riding down her forehead and delaying in her right eyebrow notifies her just how desperate her situation is: she’s sweating though the air conditioner is running. She removes her left hand to caress her lower left thigh, but as quick as she does so just as quick the tingles get worse, so she shoves her hand back in, but this time against herself: all the way down to the perineum, and it’s a whole swamp though she clasps herself over her dress. Another rushing tingle smashes into her perineum, and she softly moans: “Mmmph..”, her breath immediately stifling thereafter. She bites her right corner lip and rubs her left inner knee against her right, debilitated by the gas pedal. And, still, that burning feeling persists. She starts circling herself, immediately bringing in waves of pleasure—“No, no!.. I don’t want this..”, her mind demands to shake free, and her denying head signals. She stops herself, but her mind is reminded by her bladder’s unwavering fight. So she resumes. She circles again, and upon friction her eyelids weaken and bottom lip retreats, pressing itself into her upper teeth. She knows she doesn’t want to, but knows she needs something, anything, to help her ignore her bladder. And successfully she suppressing her urge, though it’s still there, masked under the brush of pleasure. She softly moans through bitten bottoms lips, squeezing her upper inner thigh muscles together and smothering the hand in between doing its work; but suddenly and accidentally her right foot pleasurably twitches, pressing on the gas pedal and accelerating her car suddenly forwards. She eyes escape her weak eyelids, widening to full attention while kicking her distracting hand out her moist self and onto her steering wheel. Her right foot immediately going for the brake and slams on it, overreacting. She doesn’t come to a stop, only significantly slowing herself down, but sufficient enough to throw her forward and accidentally squeezes a weak light-yellow spurt out from her raging bladder, soaking her light-pink panties warm. She doesn’t even feel it happen with the adrenaline rushing through her arteries. Only after coming back to her senses does she encompass a slightly cool clinging substance pressing in between her upper inner thighs. Her jaw flings open before a loud gasp blurts out, shocked she got herself so distracted to do this to herself. She quickly glances below, finding the red of her tucked dress against her soaked lips now dark red, having peed through her panties and into her red dress. “Fuck.. not the dress..”, her face wrinkles and inner voice disappointingly remarks. She quickly lifts the end of the dress settled halfway down her thighs up to her lower abdomen, untucking the wet spot out from between her wet lips, partially revealing them soaked through the translucent wetness of her now dark-pink panties. Dark-pink across the entire width and a nigh-dismissible circular dark patch hiding below her perineum and beneath her nigh-touching upper inner thighs: her pee got into the fabric of her dress below her pelvis. “Ahh, fuck, no! I so got it onto the seat!”, she scolds herself aloud. She slides her left hand between her wet upper inner thighs until the tips of her fingers touch the dress trapped between her butt and the seat, confirming she’s indeed wet the dress below her. “Ugh, nooo..”, her head shakes. One would think a light release would alleviate the pressure in her belly yet all this time she’s kept herself clenched whilst investigating her predicament, holding against an even more furious bladder, spoiled by its brief squirt of ecstasy and whining for more. “Ooo, come on, what is wrong with you..?”, she berates her swollen belly, her lifted dress revealing just how bloated she is and how red her skin has become. Her face winces and shrinks, eyes squinting and nose wrinkling with pursed lips as her spoiled bladder slams a wall of tingles into her sphincter, feeling her perineum burning with a vehement burning: it’s as though a kindling has been ignited between her upper inner thighs. And though the momentum of her hot flow burns into her sphincter, as if pressing a cigarette into her arm, a sensation having spread and now covering the whole front of her quivering lips, her soaked clinging panties have grown cold from the air conditioner running in her car. There’s nothing more enticing for release than a crotch burning to pee whilst covered in its cold remnants. Her lower belly, just above her pubic bone, begins to twitch micro-contractions again, a result of holding back her burning sphincter for a prolonged amount of time. They flutter out therefrom, converting into goosebumps that rumble like rolling stones against her skin. Prickling up her bloated belly and waist, up her breasts — wrinkling her nipples — and a portion diverging under her arms to the small of her back, finally converging back with the front at her trapezius muscles: her shoulders consequently shivering violently and the hairs on the back of her head standing up. Involuntarily, her head jerks and stoops forwards; she softly moans again, then shakes her head with annoyance, thinking she must look like she’s some possessed freak, contorting in her car. She slams her left leg back into her right, and casts its shin underneath her right calf muscle. She begins to swing it from beneath and out, over and over: every time her left shin is back underneath, she delays her leg there and twists her left foot over her right ankle, squeezing her twizzlered left leg tightly around her right, especially around her right thigh, trying warm her cold crotch with squeezing tension. She repeats this twizzler-ing process enough to slightly warming her cold self. And simultaneously, she compels her bursting bladder into obscurity, though its tingling only partially ringing into her awareness. She covers another twenty miles, committing to her twizzlered procedure another five more times during her commute. However, just short of the twenty-mile mark, she finally gains some peace of mind, relaxing, though keeping her thighs together, when no tingles emanated out from her belly, only feeling the pressure of her bloat. It was when she had covered just over twenty miles that her peace of mind was so short-lived: when a very sharp pang of pain radiated out of her right waist, she responsively throws her shoulders back and arches her back like a banana thinking a stretch would make it go away, but she only had made it worse. Upon arching her back, she inversely stretched out her bloat belly, sending a strong flowing urge swiftly into her crotch. She instinctively hunches forward as soon as she feels a few drops slip passed her sphincter and into her urethra. “Haaaa, no! No!.. fuckkk..”, as her leaking drops glide down her urethra, whilst her cut stream lags behind her clenched sphincter, and oozes out of her opening: they spread a short blanket of warmth into her cold-soaked panties, and the slight warmth spilling onto her cold skin shivers her whole body with heated pleasure. It’s like snuggling by a heater after having finished shoveling snow. Her mind soothed by the warmth ridding her crotch of its soaked coldness, but she is quickly thrusted back into the reality of her burning sphincter, to which her mind subconsciously dictates: “Just let go.” She bites her bottom lips just thinking about another spurt of hotness filling the coldness between her thighs, but shakes her head in refusal as she can’t release onto her seat, and especially not in her car, at least not any more. Yet, again, her subconscious prods into her awareness. “Just a little..?” She briefly squeezes her eyes shut while shaking her head again in refusal. “NO! No!..”, she refuses aloud to herself. And yet the downward flow of tingles only increases, reinforcing her subconscious urge. Her eyes begin to lightly water in its outer corners, blurring her vision whilst driving. She wipes her tingle-induced tears, but her eyes only burn upon being wiped and release more, not realizing her left hand had earlier touched her soaked self. Another wave of combined tingles rush down into her cold crotch, whilst her thighs begin to quiver with cold-inducing goosebumps. She begins scooting herself to the front of her seat and then back, allowing her to shift and rub her inner thighs against each other, though at the expense of her waist slightly twisting and irritating her yearning bladder. “Arrgh! Haa, Hoo, ooh! Come on, come on, just twenty more miles, just twenty more to go..”, she groans and exhales with every utterance. She looks as though she’s dancing in her seat with her shifting, getting closer to the steering wheel, then further, then closer, and so forth. But suddenly a massive urge smashes into her crotch, forcing her to freeze and stop shifting, needing to focus all her attention on tightly clenching herself still. She holds still, but her belly expands more. She clenches her pelvis muscles tighter, yet the burning only increases. With all her might, she presses her thighs so tightly together whilst clenching her sphincter her stillness ever so slightly fidgets from sheer rigidity. And though she holds herself in place like so, she can’t help but lose control over her breathing, gradually hyperventilating as she feels a few drops begin to leak passed her rigid self: “No!.. No!.. Come on!.. ooooOOOOH!.. mmmmMMMM!..”, she moans exasperatedly. Her mouth opens wide as if she’s silently orgasming whilst her warm drops seep down her urethra and spill its warmth over her cold skin, massaging her subconscious. Then another few burning drops seep past her clenched sphincter, though she’s frozen still as a block of ice. Her fidgeting turns into shaking, her muscles losing their constant-clenching strength, as though fatigued and shaking whilst doing one last weight-lifting pump. Her drops glide down her urethra and once again spill out of her opening, warming her cool skin. Her subconscious beckons: “You’re on your last legs.. just give in to this soothing warmth..” She shakes her head in denial, refusing to acknowledge she might just explode right in her seat for a minute of steamy hotness encroaching her cold lips. Her bladder having leaked twice, pushes full throttle, and, instead of drops, a trickle presses through from between the seams, her sphincter weakened by the part of her wanting to indulge her subconscious. “Haaw!..”, she orgasmically moans as hotness tantalizingly fingers it petrissage into her cold lips. “Mmmm..”, she suppresses the rest of her moan as she bites onto her bottom lips, whilst her yellow warmth flood the crevice between her outer lips and inner thighs. Her body shakes violently whilst this brush of warmth fills her cool panties. She accidentally floors her right foot onto the gas pedal as her body is tantalized with heated pleasure, which its accelerated jerk snapping her mind out of its hypnosis: she tries her best to clench harder. Consequently, her hyperventilation resumes as she fully acknowledges just how wet her upper inner thighs feel whilst her semi-loose-though-clenched, burning sphincter holds back the trickle. “Haa, Haa.. mmMM! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!..”, she exasperatedly belches as her bladder responsively strongly contracts back into her hold. Her pelvic lips, though shrunk inwards because of her clenched sphincter, once again involuntarily expand without her permission, causing her eyes to fill with tears of pleasurable release and her throat orgasmically expand, belching out a load moan of relief: “Haawyyeaaarrggh—MMMmmmm!!”, cutting her yelp once again behind bitten lips, letting the rest of it out as exhalation through her nose. Her hot flow harshly breaks through her weakened self, its yellow waters burning against her urethra walls and hissingly gushes into her dark-pink panties. It shines with exquisite light-yellow glow, exposing her red lips from sheer wetting-induced translucence, shifting the dark-pink spread-front upwards in a semi-circle fashion over her pubic bone and towards its panty waistline. Meanwhile, light-yellow pools between her panty-covered lips and pressed upper inner thighs, trickling down the makeshift milk-tea-colored channel in between her thighs, moderately streaming down the channel and spilling out from between her inner knees, spattering audibly onto the rubber carpet mat between her calves — a few drops trickle down her left calf, down the inner side of her shin and ankle, but suspend there — while her spattering yellow on the mat splatters its drops onto the insides of her shins. “Haa, Haa, fuck! Damn it! How can this be happening?!”, she yells at herself aloud, in disbelief that despite clenching as tight as she could her body just ignored all her effort. After splattering onto her shins, she finds wherewithal to cut her forced stream, hurting her urethra and sphincter as it burns. Her bladder having released for the first time a considerable amount, though still nothing compared to what remains in her belly, is satisfied for now, her stream-cutting clench capable of pulling back her urge, though is retreats with resistance. Seeing as she’s lost control twice, she floors it, becoming incredibly worried that she might empty herself with short bursts before she gets to her motel. She covers another ten miles without a peep of strong tingles, though receiving them nevertheless but weaker since her double release satiated her bladder. While covering this distance she gets a good idea of just how much she released: though her thighs were clenched enough to channel her warmth down its inner skin, half of her stream seeped down her soaked panties into her perineum and butthole, and pooled in those crevices, eventually passing through her dress and absorbing into the car seat below her. Having just passed ten miles, with thirteen remaining, another weak tingle creeps out from the depths of her belly. Before, it was her cold lips that yearned for reheating warmth, but now it was her inner thighs and perineum, though the latter was less cold than the former by virtue of her squeezed, folded crotch keep her body heat insulated therein. The weak tingle begins grow, this time, into stronger tingles, her bladder becoming hunger once again for release, beneath her belly and soon enough her thighs begin jiggling again. She swings her leg thigh vehemently back and forth, and so badly wants to move her right leg but can’t. Every time her left thigh swings wide open, a rush of cool air replaces the escaping warm air leaving her crotch and inner thighs. When she swings herself shut, the coldness of her inner left thigh presses into her right leg. She shivers again as the cold extracts goosebumps out of her skin It seems no matter what maneuver she tried, something was enticing her bladder to piss out its warming goodness. She slides her left hand across the front of her cool soaked panties, clasping herself tightly and pressing into her clenched self whilst continuing her swinging: at least she can keep some of her warmth tucked beneath her hand. As the tingles grow stronger, sure enough the burning returns, but this time her sphincter hasn’t got the energy to continuously hold her bladder back, and her subconscious exhausted much of its patience. It doesn’t take much time, clenched or unclenches, until a few drops begin to slip past her once again, oozing out of her urethra and spilling out onto her skin: it’s warmth spreading across herself and into the palm of her left hand in very brief pulses. Consequently, she starts swinging her left thigh harder, loudly smacking her jiggling left thigh into her right and turning her skin tender and red thereby, but more drops continue softly pulsate out of her and brief intervals of warmth spreading across her skin and the palm of her hand. And though she tinkles tiny drops, each time she holds them back to mere drops, her bladder invigorates with pressure. She tries to clench harder, but her sphincter refuses to tighten any further; and so as the pressure in her belly began to build up considerably and she occasionally releasing drops, she inevitably began to let out dribbling trickles instead of drops. “Haa!.. Haa!.. Haa!.. Hooo-ho-ho-ho, no, no, No, No, NO!..”, she began exhaling as the pressure reached a threshold, then started uncontrollably trickling without be able to effectively cut herself off. Her darkened pink panties fully soaked to waistline, her wet front having travelled over time, begins to twinkle grain-like glistening as her weak trickling slowly starts to shine through her panties, whose warmth-covered lips quiver as her weak sphincter muscles twitch with fatigue. Her bladder thoroughly entice, begins to fully contract, and her trickling grows strong without her permission. Her panties shine and lips become visible via translucence whilst her upper inner thighs flood with warmth. “Oooo! NO, NO, NO! WHY WON’T IT STOPPP!”, she yells to herself. She abruptly pulls over onto the side of the road, and bolts out of her driver’s side door. As she attempts stand up, she hunches forward and strongly hisses into her trickle-flooded panties and dress as she stumbles to feet outside her car. She has no wherewithal to clench herself as she’s standing, continuing to hiss into her panties, which are so fucking soaked a stream remains strong through the fabric, sloshing out her hot piss whilst her jiggling, narrowed-trickling-stream-covered inner thighs audible smack together, releasing that distinct sound of burbling squelches as flow is displaced by meeting skin. Her full-streaming self covers her knee-high red dress with streaks and splotches of dark red — not to mention the glaringly-glistening large jaggedly-circular splotch on the rear of her dress after continuously trickling into her car seat — soaking her dress, and leaking rapid messy drops of piss out and about from its end as she paces around her car to the other side, so that she could squat. Whilst she pace around the trunk of her car, her opening jiggling thighs allowed her stream to hiss without upper-inseam restriction, hosing out a direct strong stream of light-yellow perfectly out from between her thighs and loudly smack and patter the light-grey asphalt between her feet, splatter her piss onto the latter and onto the insides of her ankles and shins. This happens once more before she lifts her dress and squats. She bends down, totally out of breath and without an ounce of shame, lifts her dress and keeps it in place with one hand while pulling her totally-soaked panties with the other left hand to left and into her inner left thigh, pissing her strong stream into the fingers of her left hand as it pulls away the fabric. She loudly groans and exhales as her strong stream considerably strengthens when she fully relaxes, light-yellow flying far into the sandy dust at the side of road, loudly pattering into it. Her opening audibly hissing its high-pitch music as it vibrates out of her inner piss-soaked lips. Her piss rushes out, expanding out vertically from between her inner thighs. Eventually, her hissy gush dulls as her stream weakens, drawing a dark-grey line in the ground towards her as she nearly empties her bladder, until her lips weakly flow its light-yellow like a drinking water fountain that dribbles onto its own spout, her warm trickles finally lacking forward momentum and dribbling down her perineum and into her butthole, weakly trickling out therefrom and off her the bottom of her butt cheeks, forming a small of dark-grey asphalt beneath her pelvis. “A-A—Ahhhh!.. mmmm..”, her sigh of emptied relief stutters, then bitten bottoms lips beckon out from her nose. “Fuck. The car!..? How am I gonna drive the car now?!?!”, her mind alarmed, but so relieved of pressure is unable to determine a solution. She eventually drives her seat-soaked car to her motel, and changes in her car into something else more presentable; finally getting to her room, in which the first order of business was a hot shower. “Oh, wait, about am I going to do about the car?”, she remembers under the rain of the shower-head. “Ugh, tomorrow.. I’ll worry about it tomorrow..”, she too tired to bother..

View File HayaPee videos collection Pt. 6 The sixth collection of videos from HayaPee from PornHub. Link to their channel here: https://www.pornhub.com/model/hayapee/videos Screenshots are in order of videos. Submitter fluidlikewater Submitted 07/03/2022 Category Female  

Summary: A female clubber is bursting for the bathroom while on a long bathroom qeueue. When she can't hold it any longer, she proceeds to take matters into her own hands before having an accident. Plot: Damn it! How long is this line going to be. I have to pee sososo bad." Gwenndolinne Masterson thought to herself. Since 12 midnight until now (1 am), she waiting on line for the ladies' room inside the Pheonix night club. As usual, Gwenndolinne was bursting beyond belief and needed to urinate so badly. The pressure just kept mounting upon her bladder as well as her poor urethra. Gwenndolinne always indulged in a good time at night clubs. She loved the music, dancing, good food, and the liquids. Specifically, she loved the soda, fruit punch, and red wine. Gwenndolinne just can't help herself and in the presence of these liquids, she consumes lots of it with her food. And she just can't help but ignore her need to go until she is severely desperate to bursting. And right now she was bursting big time. Gwenndolinne bobbed up and down, keeping her right leg double crossed, standing bent over, fighting her incessant wave of desperation. The pressure just kept mounting as all the fluids and food collected into her urethra. "Damn it why is this line not moving. Hey get outta there!" Gwenndolinne shouted followed by an "Oh no-nononononono no no oh no." Gwenndolinne almost spurted from speaking loudly and with passion. She had to go and soon or else. The line didn't move much except for 7 people out of what was a total of 25 people. There were 18 people still in front of her and it was pretty clear this line wasn't going to move any faster. One 21-year old girl in place #4 near the door was holding her crotch and bobbing up and down, couldn't take it anymore. "Excuse me excuse-" but she was cut short by the person at the door entrance. "A-a (shaking her head in a no-way manner)! Get to the back of the .... seriously?" The girl replied "I can't hold it. I just can't hold it oh gaawwd!" running inside while unable to stop wetting herself. Her trail of desperation was followed by complaints and cursing. One woman (40 years) said "Yeah kid run inside! If I wasn't desperate, I would-ah (wincing) eeeeeemmmmmmmmmm ....". Gwenndolinne Masterson couldn't believe what she saw. Here she was and number 19 on the line. And yet some girl jumped the line. "Who was this bimbo that grabbed her ticket for relief?" Gwenndolinne wondered. Gwenndolinne couldn't handle the proverbial smack in the face as her wave of desperation was made worse by her bladder contracting. It was as if her bladder saw this and protested with anger. Gwenndolinne applied more pressure against this pressure by contracting her urethra even more. She was already in so much pain and had to endure more. "This reminds me of the time I had to wait for Piper to get out of the bathroom and I had to piss in the garbage bag.". (Please see my fiction Desperate Morning). Gwenndolinne Masterson kept telling herself she would make it soon so as to not make her need worse. But time was ticking forward. It was 1:15 pm and still only two persons went inside while the girl from before (wetting herself) still didn't come in. The other woman (from before yelling at the pissing girl) couldn't take it anymore and ran inside. Since she was ..... well ... as big as Nyla Rose (AEW wrestling star) who could stop her as she pushed everyone out of the way. One girl (22 years old) lost her footing and landed on her butt. Sadly she began urinating in her jeans. "Noooooooooo!" the girl screamed. Gwenndolinne continued to bob and pee dance while leg double crossed online. At one point, her need became such an unnatural wave of desperation that cause her to crouch down. Wincing, teeth clenching, and whimpering, Gwenndolinne had to muster more of her strength not to let a single drop escape her. She has had accidents before but this time she wanted to avoid that. She wasn't going to let herself be (as her friends call her) Peeing Gwen. She hated that and she hated her stupid gluttonous nature for waiting too long at this point. She was determined to stay dry. After 20 seconds, she got her need under control but her urethra was paining her. She desperately wanted relief and wished the line moved faster. Suddenly, she and others could hear yelling inside the ladies' room. The female nearest the door could hear this. "You toilet hog! We need the toilet and you're enjoying phone sex? I just pissed myself and you just wave it off. That's it!". "Screw you!". Female bouncers came into the bathroom and hurried both women out. Two went in as three came out. Gwenndolinne was still trying to keep it together for the next 40 minutes. In that time she kept thinking positive thoughts, such as the time she went fishing with her father up-state. She remembered how peaceful it was and how quiet the environment behaved. This thought always helped to calm her nerves no matter the situation. But how long would it last? During this 40 minutes, another female (27 years) with jet-black hair, stiletto heels, a revealing top and a micro-mini skirt couldn't take it and ran off the line. She grabbed a huge beer mug from a customer about to ask for more beer. She lifted up her skirt and shoved the mug into position and released her pent up ocean. "Yes yes oh yes y-yes sweet relief. Oh man!". The customer behind her shouted at her to clean the mug while the staff told her to pay for damages. She casually waved her hand stating she was rich and would pay easily. At the end of the 40 minutes, Gwenndolinne couldn't take it anymore. Her will power was not enough to deal with the wave of desperation that reached super ultra maximum pressure against her poor urethra. Something had to give. And it could be her body that badly screamed neurotransmitters to let go like you wouldn't believe. Her mind lost it. She ran off line and looked for a plant pot or a corner not occupied. She began resorting to her frantic foolish self she tried to avoid becoming. She looked all over and saw not a single plant pot or an unoccupied corner that no one would see in her. She ran out the door and looked both sides. To her right was never ending buildings with alleys that were filled with people already. To her left was the same thing, except for one alley that seemed to be devoid of anyone. "Perfect!" she said to herself and ran over there. Gwenndolinne was overcome with much relief and wanted to get there asap. But she had to be careful not to cause herself to have an accident. She was wearing strappy shoes with heels and each step she took combined with her ectasy for relief and her need to go threatened to cause her to go. But she remained focused and made it to the alley of question. "Finally." Gwenndolinne cried with a smile only to find men taking a bathroom trip or vomiting. She was horrified by the horrible sight of biological waste and the numerous people. There was no privacy. And worse! The alley had a bad odor. Some looked like they were not from tough neighborhoods while others were skinny guys just waiting to be punched. Gwenndolinne stood there swaying her knees while bent forward, thinking about her next move. But where was she going to go. Suddenly, she felt a small dribble travel down the middle and that ended her indecisiveness. She ran past all the weirdos and seedy people, ran into the darkened areas of the alley and stopped behind a trash can. She saw the ground had a pot hole leading into the sewage. She made up her mind. Gwenndolinne positioned herself over this pot hole and readied to lower herself when another wave of desperation so powerful it nearly punched a jet of her pent up golden falls. She winced and gritted her teeth so hard she might have as well as caused her teeth to travel back upwards. "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she whimpered. This wave immobilized her to the extent that she felt moving might cause her to leak. But her resolve finally took over and she lowered herself. She lifted up the hem of her short skirt halter top dress, revealing she went commando. She opened her legs apart and made one last look down to ensure she properly over the pot hole. It was so dark she couldn't be completely sure but time was running out. She counted in her mind 1..2..3 and let go. A jet of her urine the appearance of a fire hose jet emitted itself from her nether region. Several smaller streams deviated from the main jet into the pot hole as well as rivulets emerged down the middle dripping profusely. Some of the rivulets went down to her buttocks nearby her genital region and dripping off the skin of her buttocks. Gwenndolinne almost fell backwards from the sweet ecstasy of relief. Her bladder deflated as well as her urethra feeling the pressure of the flow of her urine rapidly moving by. Her urine sizzled as steam emerged from the pot hole. It was hot and the sight according to the others was hot too. They couldn't believe someone did this in front of them. Suddenly, a voice could be heard calling out "Fuuuuuzzzzzzzz!". Everyone scrambled out of there to avoid the police, leaving Gwenndolinne by herself still urinating. A police patrol slowly drove by the alley. During the driveby, the driver looked in the direction of the alley. Gwenndolinne stood there frozen and crouched next to the trash pail still urinating. Her stream did start to trickle but she remained still. One officer asked if his partner saw anyone. The driver couldn't see anything and continued driving. Her stream slowly tricked to a stop and once she pushed out the last few drops, she proceeded to get back on her feet. She carefully left the alley and inspected the coast. Majority of the street was empty as people carefully left quickly. Gwenndolinne left as well and made her way home asap. She didn't bother to wipe the dried up urine off her bottom and the few rivulets that traveled down the inside seams of her thighs. Gwenndolinne proceeded to plop on her bed and worry about it the next morning. And the laundry too. FYI: Gwenndolinne is 25 years old.

View File Sexy Golden Shower A beautiful transgender woman gives herself a golden shower while masturbating. **Nudity warning Submitter Thedudecalube2 Submitted 07/02/2022 Category Transgender (MtF)  

I found this on thisvid.com but some part of it video are private: This is the public video: https://thisvid.com/videos/japanese-girl-accidentally-farts-and-pees-while-massage4/ This is his profile :https://thisvid.com/members/389966/ this the one series that I hunt who may friend with this user may possibly download and share it here. Thanks mate.

View File EE-589 EE-589 - Girls barely holding their pee while waiting by the toilet door. VOL. 4 There is a scat warning on file EE-589-03 at 10:58 to 17:21 As requested here Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 07/02/2022 Category JAV Collections  

Just a bunch of pics from recent-ish wetting experiences :s hope you enjoy dem.

Diapered for the Mall - 3 diapers and Locking Plastic Pants.webm

Hello! Sorry if this story is a bit hard to understand. But if you like My Little Pony, you can see the scenes better! Rarity hums a senseless song while cutting through some tissue. "Spike, its useless, I just can't fit in." Fluttershy says. "Just. A. Bit. More-" the small dragon desperately tries to put the dress onto the pink-maned yellow pony while jumping and pulling the outfit on Fluttershy that can't do anything more than waiting that he loses will to try. After a time he can make it and the dress slides on her perfectly. "Thats it!" He raises his arms up, all happy. "You are ready for the party!" But after a moment the dress scratches apart and some sewing thread appears all around it, showing it have broke. "Huh.." His arms turns back down sadly. He walks towards the busy fashion pony. "Um. Rarity..." He mumbles. "What." She replies firmly. "I think Fluttershy's dress needs another fix.." He mumbles shyly. "Another?" She is surprised, but when she turns her head around to glance at the damages she smirks. "Oh dear, your dress is surely needing a touche finale again." Fluttershy lays, a bit exhausted. Spike comes to her and tries now to put the dress off her. They both struggle with it for a while until Spike eventually can get it off her but at the price of getting launched backwards, landing in a pile of crates and boxes. The dust and powder are throw in air for a sec before the place gets clearer. "Ouch." Spike says, annoyed, his voice muffled in the shambles. "Spikey-boo! My sweet tailed one, are you okay?!?" She rushes to the boxes to save Spike from being stuck, lost in middle the crates pile. Opalescence rolls her eyes. "Oh my, by Celestia, Spike are you hurt?" Fluttershy flies to help Rarity getting him out of the pile of box that collapsed on him. Angel rolls his eyes and cross his arms like a pouty manner. The two animals end up looking at eachother and both does a little 'hmpf' as they both look away. Spike gets a hand out of the stack of rubble. "I'm fine." He says. Rarity will now work on Fluttershy's dress again, while Spike and Fluttershy speak about the party they are preparing for. "I really hope this is going to be great. It will be first time I will spend that many time on a scene and being center of attention..." She trembles of shyness. "Don't worry Fluttershy, I'm sure you will be fine." He replies. Soon, 2 oval yellow eyes will emerge from the ground. After a time, ears, and finally the full head comes out of the planks. "My dear, you are not even ready yet?" He concerns. "Oh hi." Fluttershy spots the familiar face laying on the ground in middle of the room. "Yeah I'm just not fitting anything today." She lean her head down and look at her hooves. Discord slides itself, or its head, all along the planks until reaching Fluttershy's hooves. "Don't say that honey, I'm sure you can fit anything with enough trying." He says. "The dress broke when we tried to put her in." Spike retort. The draconequus dive in the ground to appear in full size in a mirror. "Are you saying she is oversized?" He frown. "What? No!" Spike refute, crossing his arms and turning his head away. The chaotic figure walks out of the mirror to enter the room. At that moment, Rarity turns around from her desk with the dress levitating with her power, leaning it in direction of the shy pony. "Now. Lets try again. But this time we can't afford to fail." She says as she looks at Discord to see if he is going to help. "What? You could have told me earlier." He says. He snaps his eagle hand and in a instant, Fluttershy is in her dress. She is surprised, and move a bit around to see if it will break again, but it doesn't. After a time, she grin, happy it is not breaking anymore. "Thanks darling." Fluttershy smiles to him. "Anything else I can do for you my dearest?" He open and close his eyes with a slow and precious style. "Um. I'd like a little bit of water, if anything-" She mumbles shyly. "Of course!" He replies. Suddenly a huge jar of water spawns, almost the size of a pool for Discord. "That's a bit big-" She mumbles. "Oh, sorry." He replies. With his hands each side of the water tank he rescale the container to a mug size. "Thanks." She smiles at him. She grab the cup of water and drinks it all, eagerly solving her thirst. Discord and Fluttershy stare in their eyes deeply, in a romantic way. Spike glances at them and have idea to try to do same with his own crush. "Great. Its about time." Rarity looks at her clock. "Alright, follow me, mates." Discord says. He walks to a wall and with his hand he can draw then open a fictional door that leaves to a backstage of a theater, surely the one where their event is occurring. Being left out as Rarity ignores or just didn't spot his tries to imitate Fluttershy and Discord stares, he cross his arms over his head, kind of like if he was drowning. "Oh no! I think I'm immobilized by stress!" He overplay his emotions, the look of his eyes intensely begging Rarity for care in a cute puppy eyes manner. "Don't worry Spikey-wikey, I'm sure we will do fine!" She leans down to kiss his forehead. A bit like Asterix and the magic potion he is floating and his heart is super-powered for a second, satisfied with that move. Rarity smirks as she knew he was overstating, but she still likes giving him attention. After walking though Discord's magic portal to the theater, the sound of people sitting in the crowd and waiting for the show to start is increasing more and more. "Thats it. Finally we will do the final." The draconequus is happy. "Is everyone ready? Sir McBiggun?" "Eeyup." The big red knight replies. "Garbunkle the wizard?" "Hail-hail" The dragon in the costume replies. "Princess Schmarity?" "Evidently" Rarity levitates a crown on her head and smirks, satisfied. "Flutter Armor?" "Here.." Fluttershy replies in her wonderful dress. "Jester Pie?" "Present!" The pink pony have a big grin. "Rainhood Dash?" "Present." The masked hooded blue pony gently waves at others. "Angel the trialosaurus and Opal the Lingota?" He sees the two tiny animals being proud in tiny costumes. "And finally. Captain Wuzz." In a magic flash he is changed into an archer costume. Spike walks in front of everyone and close to the curtain. "Comrades. Let's roll!" He says happily. They all walk as the curtain reveal all of them in a great applause, and they find a seat where each of them have their character icon on top of their place, with on the long table on the scene in front of the crowd, each of them have their character sheet and dices set and in proper order to play. Spike climbs on a spot that have been placed for him. "Welcome, Mares and ponies, foals and fillies, to this episode of Dongeons and Discords! We are looking forward to watch the next events, does the heroes will be able to save the princess Schmarity from the evil Squizard? Thats what we will look for, in this game of Ogres & Oubliettes!" He sit in his seat. In a magic flash, the scene is now an ingame view, while the crowd hugs themselves of fear and suspence. The game goes on, switching from ingame world for roleplay and out of game view for battles with tiny clones of themselves on a battlemap, and as time passes, Fluttershy seems less and less concentrated. "Alright. Roll for initiative." Discord says. In a magic flash the scene is back with the players aligned and the dices are ready. They all roll and say their number, but Fluttershy finds herself busy with something else. "Fluttershy are you okay?" Spike asks, drawing the attention of all the ponies on the event to her. "I- I- I'm fine.." She mumbles, under her blushing out of shyness. Angel swings his arms to draw her attention. "Um." She watches the bunny gesture some things with his arms and ears. "Angel wants to see if he can break a nearby tree log and throw it on the skeletons." "Oh. That seems an easy task for a huge eagle. I'd say to roll an simple attack with the usual bonus." Spike says. The bunny grab a dice and release it. "14" Fluttershy announce. "Angel succeed to throw at some of the skeletons, but a lot more lasts." "Can I fire with my party rifle at the skeletons?" Pinkie Pie asks. "16!" "Jester Pie aims her party rifle and the explosion of dozen of confettis disorient a few of the skeletons" He replies. "Meanwhile, Rainhood and Garbunkle can introduce the castle of the baddie, to look for the wonderful princess they wanna save.." He have hearts in his eyes. "Urgh, this dongeon is not even in marble.." Rarity roleplay a hoof over her head, in lamentation. "I thought it would be the least to be made for a princess like me!" "I try to undo the lock with my fetish unlocking wire!" Rainbow Dash declares. "16!" "When the lock fails and the door opens, Garbunkle rushes to the princess to see if she is okay." Spike says. "Oh my precious dragon wizard, you came here to help me!" She thanks him. "Couldn't Schmarity deliver herself? She have powers right?" Rainbow asks out of character. "These awful handcuffs are retaining me to use my magic to absorb all of it!" Rarity declares in her character, then she smirks to Dash. "I try to destroy the cuffs" Spike tries to roll an magic usage, but gets sad. "7." "Don't worry my lovely wizard, I greet you that you tried at least." She kisses him. Spike blushes while the crowd awws, but suddenly get serious again. "Oh no, the guards are coming!" Rainhood point at the shadows over the wall, showing movement futher away. Some armored skeletons guards advance in the corridor of the dongeon and threats to do high damage to the rogue and the wizard. But at that moment, the mini Sir McBiggun mounting a bigger version of Opalescence smash through the wall and the rubbles collapse on the guards, that destroys them. "Sir McBiggun!" Spike smiles. "Opal!" The princess is happy. The great cat smack its powerful jaw into the handcuffs, which destroys them. The alicorn princess Schmarity unfold its wings in a majestic manner, and jump into Opal's back, soon joined by Garbunkle, while Sir McBiggun and Rainhood Dash attack the skeleton guards. "Guys, you can go behind me, mommy Schmarity is back!!" She epicly states. McBiggun and Rainhood move out of the way, letting the princess shoot a powerful blue laser that explodes the skeletons strewing them in their very bones. The public is proud. "Yeehaa!" Applejack applaud, proud to watch the epic actions. "I can do that too.." Twilight mumbles to herself. "For real, in fact." She smirks. Outdoor, the licorn Flutter Armor mounting Angel the giant eagle-T-rex draw an arrow in her bow, trying to damage the Squizard, coming to threat Jester Pie and Captain Wuzz. "I fail.." She says. "5." "Well.. The arrow loses itself in the trees." Says Spike. "I try to make an ice spike to throw it on one the Squizard's tentacle." When thinking about it, Fluttershy is wiggling a bit. She is surprised her belly is already filled to dangerous levels for dryness matters, or maybe the perfect fitting dress reduce the possibility for her bladder to expand, but she feels like soon enough, she will be the one that loses herself. Of course she is way too shy to ask for a pause, even more in this level of action happening right now in the game. "7." He says. "Okay. Let me roll for the bad guy." Discord says. "19." Squizard charges its magic wand and fires on the great eagle, that crashes on ground with the damage. Captain Wuzz rushes to them, concerned. "My love! Are you okay?" He whines after he throw himself on grown on his knees, looking for the fayrie licorn, in cries. "I aim my party canon at the Squizard!" Shouts Pinkie, seeking to revenge them. "Natural 20!!!" She screams, which makes Rainbow Dash and Rarity, sat nearby, vibrates on the strength of her voice. "Yes. Show them Jester Pie. They will regret it." Maud Pie speaks calmly, but yet happy about the epicness. "I use my magic and my precious princess' gemstones to throw them to the horrible fishy squid!!" Rarity announce. "18!" "I attack." Big Mcintosh says. "15." Fluttershy loses herself in her mind again, until Discord elongates its neck to face her. "Are you okay my dear?" He asks. Angel jumps on her nose and tries tickle her muzzle. She inhale and sneeze, but suddenly gets more trembling and all blushy. "Fluttershy? Is there something wrong darling?" Asks Rarity, concerned about her. She mumbles something unhearable. Then she regain her minds. "I- I- I could really use an interlude right now.." She admit discreetly, her hooves on her crotch, hoping that Discord will not make it a big or loud public thing. "Who else would like a pause?" Spike asks. "Me!!" Rainbow Dash gets up and sprint-fly to the restrooms, and the busy tag swings a bit until it get still again. "In fact, Princess Schmarity quite needs a pause to the lady's room too." Rarity admits. "Well, let's start an interlude then." Spike accepts. All ponies in the crowd get up and start talking, while Fluttershy is stuck on the ground, not able to fly as her wings under her dress. At least they can help pressing against her crotch, she thinks. Her usual shyness makes her barely advancing through the crowd, and when she comes to the restrooms, the horrible sight of a endless waiting line makes her trembles even more. She even loses herself for a second, in surprise and desperation of the situation that is going to occur. "Oh no!" She mumbles, afraid, and sure to not make it. She will lose bit by bit of her need, releasing it in her dress, that becomes more and more wet, and at everyone's view, she is unable to hold herself like a grown up mare. After a time she flies the party, reaching some bushes she collapse on ground, crying and peeing like never. The liquids mix in a salty pound that reflects herself. When for a second she tries to stop crying, she is still peeing in a full stream, making her flustered and then continue to hide herself in her hooves, overloaded with shame. As the pause comes to a end, Discord glances around, seeing that his love have suddenly disappeared for no apparent reason. "Start without me, I'll find Fluttershy." He declares. Twilight sees this and get concerned by her friend, that is possibly in a bad situation for not showing herself anymore. Discord appears in the small lake Fluttershy have formed. She is shamefull and blushing, then she splash her front hooves on the draconequus' face because she feel she don't wanna see anyone right now. "Ouch!" He says, even if he didn't got hurt, but the feeling she done that hurt himself yet. "Why would you do that? What's wrong?" "I'm a filly!" She sobs. "What? Why?" He asks, clueless. "And why are you all wet?" "I fucking pissed myself like a foal!" She explodes in tears. "Oh. I see." Discord understands. "What's happening here?" Twilight approaches. Discord tries to send her signs to not insist on her accident with doing funny faces while he have Fluttershy in his arms. Twilight comes closer and gesture at Discord to give her her friend. He accepts a bit reluctantly but let her do. "Fluttershy, its okay." Twilight tries to dry her tears. "You know, everyone have accidents." She states. "Really?" She replies, ceasing to cry. "Yes. Look, I'm a baby myself." Discord says, in a magic flash he is in a big diaper and have a pacifier in his mouth. "It doesn't matter honey." She continues. "You should have told us you have a weak bladder so we could place priority on restrooms for the participants of the event!" "See, you say it yourself, I have a weak bladder!" She grumble to Twilight. Discord thinks about his actions, and becomes a bit embarrassed. "Um. Afterwards, when thinking about it, it may be a bit of my fault..." Discord admits. "When rescaling the cup of water, I may not have reduced the amount of water but just compressed it magically. Hehe. Sorry." "Its okay Discord. You couldn't know." She accepts his apology. "I should have asked Rarity to make an embed diaper in the dress... By the way its why I have to go again, maybe. Can I go?" She asks looking at Twilight. The Princess of Friendship blushes awfully, and is stuck in the moment. Discord snaps and Fluttershy have now the dress off. He duplicates himself to have one of him place a bucket under the dress while he shake the dress with one movement and magically dry it instantly. The second Discord that have scientific or geeky features collect the precious golden water. "I'll keep that for later maybe." He mumbles quietly to himself. In a snap, the second him and the bucket disappear, while he lay the dress on ground, now completely dry. He glance away and what his surprise to see Fluttershy peeing again, but this time while Twilight watches and even bite her lower lip staring at that scene. His eyebrows raises as he admits that is a interesting sight. While Fluttershy finishes going, Twilight is almost dying of embarrassement, as Discord seems to become a bit jealous that his pony offers that scene to her. "I'm sorry your majesty, but she's mine." He states. He elongates his arms to push away the purple pony that is yet curious of what happened. "You won't come back in I guess." Twilight supposes. "I think she will needs a bit of rest, yes." Discord replies, while Fluttershy collapses on the ground, in her puddle that is now truly a lake. Twilight goes back on the scene and tries to have everyone's attention. "Fluttershy told me she is exhausted and will get home to rest, Discord helping her to get better." "Well. Looks like we will play regular Ogres et Oubliettes now. Who wanna replace Flutter Armor?" Twilight teleports near the seat of Fluttershy, and blushes a bit when she sit and feels its a bit wet.

I feel like it's really hard for me to find the kinds of stories I like. Sometimes I'll find one that sounds really sexy but then I open it up and it's barely a paragraph! I really love the longer stories that are really detailed, that are about bathrooms maybe closed at work or school or something.Or when a girl becomes desperate out on some sort of adventure or something but can't seem to go for whatever the reason.. honestly the best stories I have ever read, (and to get an idea of the kinds of stories I'm talking about) are written by Desperatejill!! Her stories are EXACTLY the kinds of things I'm looking for! I often go through pages and pages of topics here but can't seem to find alot.A good chuck of the great ones on here I have read already.. sometimes read them again because they're the best! But I'm looking for stories like that if anyone knows exactly where I can find a bunch of good stories exactly like that!? And if you've never read desperatejills stories, then OMG get to her page RIGHT NOW and read them because they are incredible and suuuper sexy!! And exactly the kind of stuff I'm looking for!Can any one help with this?! Maybe even write a new one or tell me exactly what topics here and what pages the great ones might be on, if anyone knows!? I wish this place was FULL of the kinds of stories I absolutely LOVE and am looking for! To me those kinds are the sexiest stories and scenarios of all time lol! Being a HUGE omorashi fan and the fact the when a woman needs to pee is the sexiest thing in the universe, I still have a specific type I love! As I'm sure everyone does (or alot of us at least) I have been into omorashi since I was a kid wayy before I even knew what omorashi was or that I had a pee fetish! I used to think I was alone in that so for most of my life I hid that from everyone.. even after I learned what it was it took me many many years to finally be comfortable with admitting it! But now I love talking about it! Though I guess I've still never actually told anyone out loud lmao. I really wished I could have talked about it more and played some games with the first woman I ever told! The one who actually made me comfortable talking about it and all! Even though that ended up badly for different reasons she still made that possible so there's a silver lining! Anyway if anyone could help out with stories and videos especially if love that!

Has anyone witnessed or experienced in person a woman wearing a dress or skirt and being genuinely desperate or needing to go really badly, where you saw it dribbling or starting to run down their leg at any point? Ex:. About to or having a full accident, starting to come out before being able to sit on the toilet, while coughing or laughing, or any other real situation where they genuinely couldn't completely hold or stop it...

Someone pooping there pants or dress

View File SL-481 Peeing desperation during interview and pleasant relief on the toilet New graduate female college students and women in their 20s, who want to hire mid-career, who came to interviews at restaurants, cosmetics makers, travel agencies, etc. I should have finished the toilet well before the start, but the tension of the interview and the urge to urinate suddenly with the air conditioner in the room and the cold drink served. Her face keeps smiling, but under the desk she twists her lower body and waits for the interview to end. However, the enthusiasm for working prolongs the interview. Eventually, I couldn’t even keep a smile… A rugged expression… If I continued, I would leak… The moment I left the venue after the interview with the maximum urination, I rushed to the toilet with a dash! The pants and pantyhose were taken down together, and with a relieved expression, a tremendous burst of urination!!! The camera caught the pee that kept coming out forever! Submitter bot23243423 Submitted 06/28/2022 Category JAV Collections  

View File CESD-604 CESD-604-01 - A woman desperate to pee is unable to get in the building due to the door being locked. Unable to hold it any longer she wets herself. CESD-604-02 - The actress desperate to pee sits on a couch and plays with multiple vibrators until she start pissing herself. CESD-604-03 - The actress dressed as a maid is desperate to pee while cleaning. She tries to excuse herself to the restroom but her boss tells her to keep cleaning. He then uses a vibrator to make her wet/piss herself multiple times. CESD-604-04 - After a lil bit of talking the actress removes her panties and pees on the camera. Screenshots are in order of the files The Uncut file has everything above plus sex and lots more pissing/squirting. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 06/28/2022 Category JAV Collections