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    After enduring a long drive a woman bursting to pee makes a dash for the restroom. Part way of her pissing her pee comes out in several high pressured spurts that strike the inside of the toilet. This clip comes from SL-291. I thought it was interesting enough to have its own little spotlight. You can find the full JAV here. Enjoy
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  2. Isle of Foxes By Horatio Husky Commissioned by ArtMckinley Part One ”Island” Janet Parker kept her breathing steady, and her sights up. Disembarking from the rowboat after having crossed part of the East China Sea, the young anthropologist’s arms had shook even as she hauled the boat ashore. Still, after having furtively glanced around the deserted shoreline, she confirmed that she had managed to arrive undetected. Shouldering her backpack and hefting her emergency supplies kit out of the boat, she had half carried, half dragged her supplies to the jungle’s edge and hoisted her baggage into a small nestling of exposed rock. There, she would set up her camp. No fire or open forest floor plan for Janet, however. The mission she was attempting to undertake required utmost discretion, for not only was she going to have to camouflage her encampment as best as she could, but the boat would also have to be hauled further onto the island and hidden with brush. Still, Janet figured, she had some time yet. Carefully unpacking some of her supplies, she laid out the spokes and tarp that would make up her tent. Patterned the same lush hues of green as the surrounding underbrush, the anthropologist internally crossed her fingers that she would remain undetected. As she began to erect the tent, moving the expanding metal rods and tough, industrial string through the various pores of the tarp, her mind wandered back to the grueling process that had led her to the island she had been fascinated with since childhood. Maps of ‘Okidaitōjima’ had covered the walls in her bedroom ever since she was twelve. Previously known as ‘Rasa Island’ but also known as ‘Abreojos’ by its Spanish discoverer Bernardo de la Torre, who had become all too familiar with its perilously shallow surrounding shores, it was not the geography or its history that fascinated Janet. For thousands of years, the Japanese islanders who inhabited the Okinawa Islands held the island as sacred and forbidden to set foot upon. Untouched by humanity for hundreds of years, the island was rumored to be home to the only known species of intelligent, anthropomorphic foxes. Only recently had satellite imagery confirmed that the island was, in fact, inhabited. Changes in the island’s landscape and blurry images supplied by the satellite’s imagery suggested that there was indeed a primitive presence on the island. Janet still remembered the moment she had first viewed the low resolution pictures of erected watch towers and small huts, covered in leafy green vines and appearing almost as if they had been grown out of the forest into a desired shape. She had almost spat out her morning coffee when, unnoticed by her colleagues, a suspiciously orange shape appeared to be perched neatly in one of the towers. She had kept this observation to herself of course. Janet knew that if she founded her request to her university’s funding committee based on what most considered to be Japanese folklore she would be laughed out of the conference room. Persuading the Japanese government to lift the sanctions protecting the island’s shores from visitors of any kind was no easy task either. After several months of back and forth, Janet had opened her office mailbox to the welcome sight of a red envelope addressed to her personally. Inside of it, she was greeted with a letter proudly marked with the logo of the Japanese embassy. Not only had she been granted a researcher’s visa, but she would become the very first civilized human being to study the island’s inhabitants. Janet had gotten her chance, a childhood dream to prove to the world that lateral sentient evolution had occurred in other mammalian species. With any luck, after collecting enough evidence to make her claim undisprovable, she would begin a new career as the world’s first and leading anthropomorphologist. Janet regarded her handiwork, noting with a sense of self-satisfaction that her practice at home had paid off. From afar, the tent she had just constructed appeared indistinguishable from the surrounding jungle flora. In fact, she thought to herself, I’ll have to take careful note of its surrounding landmarks if I’m to find it again… After taking a moment to carefully study her immediate area, noting a particularly mossy boulder only a few feet away from her camp, she turned her gaze over to the metal and plastic watercraft she had arrived in. Its exterior had been painted a dull gray with a motley of military green intermixed with its rather unappealing color scheme. Despite having been designed to match the surrounding jungle, the glossy waterproofing it had been covered with caught the sun in a dazzling reflection. Janet made her way towards the boat, nervously glancing behind her shoulder at the looming watchtowers that just poked over the canopy of the jungle behind her. I really hope they haven’t been looking in this direction for the past hour… Stretching her arms above her head and behind her back as she strode purposefully towards the craft, she limbered herself up in preparation for a grueling haul towards the jungle’s edge. With several undignified grunts of effort and a lot of panting later, Janet was grateful to find that after pulling the boat onto the looser, dryer sand her efforts became significantly less labored. Half an hour later, Janet stood with her arms on her hips as she squinted hard at the boat, which was now concealed under a hefty amount of fallen branches and leaves. Sure… If you look at it long enough you’ll notice something is amiss… But that’s only if you expect to see something out of place. Contenting herself with the thought that after a day or two worth of tropical jungle rainfall the hidden boat would sink more organically into its surroundings, Janet waded through the sand back towards her tent. After a few minutes of anxiously scanning the jungle, her eyes alighted on the boulder she had set as her landmark and soon enough she was crawling inside of her makeshift abode. It was getting late, the sun began to cast the western part of the island with rosier hues, shifting from its lustrous, daytime yellow to a soft, warm red. The inside of her tent was growing darker at a much faster rate than the beach outside, so Janet quickly prepared her evening meal with what little light she had left. She opened one of the bento boxes she had purchased at the harbor, knowing she would have to savor the first few meals on the island as she went through her fresh rations before she would have to resort to eating dried food, and the few canned goods she had brought alone that would have to be consumed cold. Looking up, she took a minute to meditate before she dug in. I actually made it… Too concerned with ensuring that her base of operations was set up quickly and undetected, Janet had not allowed herself a moment to truly let the enormity of where she was impact her fully. She was on ‘the Isle of Foxes,’ the very one that her father had read to her when she was just a little girl. A giddy expression spread across her face as she looked down at her meal, shaking her head in jubilant disbelief. She had done it, years of university with her nose stuck in dusty books followed by a delicate campaign to convince a sovereign nation to allow her to set foot on one of their sacred islands. And she had managed to accomplish it all. Janet Parker did her best to compose herself then, not wanting to let her sense of victory and relief become premature. She still had a job to do, after all. With any luck, she would be able to use the week’s worth of time her limited supplies allowed her to glean enough data from the island’s inhabitants to serve as a milestone for the entire field of anthropology. Reaching forward, the young researcher undid one of the flaps of her tent to reveal the setting sun, gently descending down into the giant ocean pool beneath it. That day’s sunset serving as her evening meal’s entertainment, Janet took her time slowly picking up clumps of rice and pieces of pork dumpling with her chopsticks. The last hints of the sun had just barely disappeared beneath the horizon when she finished. Shrugging off her travel ware, Janet stripped down into her underwear before nestling herself into her sleeping bag. The inside of the tent was a little warm for her comfort, but she knew better than to fall asleep exposed to the elements. The temperature would drop quickly, and she would not have her dream field expedition burdened by a head cold. Janet allowed her eyelids to grow heavy, taking in slow, deep breaths as she calmed herself down to further expedite the onset of sleep. It was difficult at first, her mind was a whirl with the following day’s duties and plans. But eventually, she found herself nodding off, the muffled sounds of jungle insects and nightlife creeping into her dreams as she dozed off into a tired, deep slumber. ⤐ ⬷ Janet crept through the jungle foliage at a crouch. Every dozen steps or so, she would glance around furtively in the canopy above before slowly standing up to locate the beaten path she was trailing. The explorer had to take care to not walk on any of the jungle paths, as the likelihood of discovery by one of the island’s inhabitants taking the same path was too much to risk. This made the going very slow, as Janet had to take time to not only maneuver around obstacles such as gnarled roots or dense vegetation, but she had to do so without making too much noise or damaging the plants. This proved more challenging than she had originally anticipated, and sweat beaded her brow as the morning slowly shifted into afternoon, the island’s temperature rising as the sun continued to bombard it with summer’s radiation. As she ventured through, Janet’s eyes alighted on the various dried grass and wooden effigies that stood erected in the trees above, or swinging gently from a motley of vines like marionette puppets. Janet keenly noted that each of the wooden figurines appeared each to sport a distinct set of pointed ears at the top of their heads. This fact alone restirred the excitement of the butterflies inside of Janet’s stomach. Still, despite the discomfort and slow traversing, Janet knew she was making progress. Her nostrils had caught a whiff of smoke, telling her that she must be getting closer to the primitive encampment. The smell of cooked fish and a strange, pungent herb had accompanied the woodsmoke. They must be good trappers… There haven’t been any reports of seeing them in the waters… Janet reflected to herself, inching her around an overturned log. Eager to see for herself, the anthropologist stopped as she spotted the back wall of one of the huts about a hundred meters away from her. Walking towards the village on the ground was far too dangerous, and Janet glanced around the surrounding trees as she decided that now would be a perfect time to execute phase two of her covert observation plan. She stretched once more, recalling the advice of her acrobatics instructor from her youth as she assessed which tree would be easiest for her to scale. Her gaze settled on a particularly large looking tree, covered in a dense blanket of vines and moss that would serve well for gripholds and traction. With a muffled grunt, Janet grabbed the nearest vine and hoisted herself up, her ankles gripping the leafy rope tightly as she began to ascend. One hand over another, Janet felt the excitement of the ascent course through her, quickly replacing the idle boredom of having to slowly sneak through the tropical forest. Janet reached for the branch above her, her knuckles turning white as her fingers gripped the aged bark enough to support her entire weight. Grabbing onto another part of the same branch with her other hand, she felt her grip loosen as her heart skipped a beat. Bits of decayed bark fell down to the forest floor below as she swayed precariously, holding on with only four of her fingers; the foliage below appeared dangerously far beneath her. She gasped, only just barely stifling the yell of fright that had welled up in her chest as she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Silently, her face contorted into a pained expression of effort and desperation. She swung herself from side to side, before reaching up and grabbing the branch once more with her other hand. To her relief, the wood held, and bit by bit she was able to haul herself up until she kneeled safely on the tree’s rigid bough. Janet took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as her nerves calmed themselves down from the fight or flight response. Trying not to think about the fact that she had almost plummeted to her death, Janet quickly shuffled along the branch and began to make her way slowly through the canopy in the direction of the primitive village. A quarter of an hour later, she had closed the hundred meter distance. The smell of cooking fires and sizzling meat now punctuated the air, causing Janet’s mouth to water. Whatever the island’s inhabitants were cooking up, it smelled delicious. The anthropologist almost regretted having to conduct the research undetected, as she would have loved in that moment to break bread with the cooks of the island. She could now hear muffled voices, remarkably high-pitched for a collection of human primitives. Janet did her best to control her breath, her vision still obstructed by the large hut in front of her. She would have to creep along the branch, and do her best to glean what she could from the leafy canopy above. Janet’s right hand crept slowly into her satchel, ruffling around its contents until her fingers came into contact with the cool metal of her camera. Quietly, she took it out of her bag. She was about to begin a slow, methodical crawl across the tree’s branch when she heard the distinct sound of rustling leaves to her left. Before she could react, a voice that sounded like a squeaky child’s inquiry almost caused her to fall out of the tree in surprise. Janet’s head whipped around towards the source of the voice. Her jaw dropped open, her eyes growing wide as she beheld the sight in front of her. Standing on two paws at roughly a meter in height, with a blood orange colored fur coat, was a fox.
  3. Geist

    pokemon hiker 2

    From the album: Translated pixiv comics [English]

    "It has come to our attention that recently a rumor has spread about pokemon league sanctioned trainers needing to wet themselves to complete their shifts, we are here to assure you that this could not be further from the truth, whoever is spreading such hearsay would have you believe our employees are Desperate souls and that we treat them like NPCs,that is not true, they are sophisticated and thoughtful trainers that have come up with plenty of options on how to relieve themselves, we believe in the creativity and problem solving skills of all of our staff and are genuinely saddened by the lack of faith shown towards them, here at the pokemon league we trust in the continence of our trainers and as such won't be bending to such ludicrous requests like issuing a bathroom break, we hope our employees will continue to make treasure of their experiences with us and wish them a good remainder on their shifts" THE POKEMON LEAGUE
  4. Geist

    pokemon hiker 1

    From the album: Translated pixiv comics [English]

    The age old question, is it finally going to be answered?
  5. "Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).
  6. So, this is a story that happened not so long ago, and to be honest I am still quite embarrassed about it... Approximately month or so ago I went to an anime convention with my best friend and roommate ( lets call her Emma ). The convention was quite far from when we currently live so Emma asked her parents if she could borrow the family car, to which the parents reluctantly accepted ( she has a license, but she doesn't usually drive long distances ). We had so much fun at the convention and bought lots of goods, but after 2 days it was finally time to come back. The trip to the convention was quite uneventful. The traffic was good and we reached our destination faster than we thought, but the most refreshing thing was that, for the first time in I don't know how much, we didn't have to stop the car every few minutes so I could pee. (I had to go only twice and luckily we we close to a gas station both times) Emma knows about my bladder issue and is super cool about it, but I still feel a little bad every time we go on longer drives, and she has to stop the car every few minutes so I could pee. On the way back we stopped at McDonalds to eat before going back ( thinking I will be fine because I could go to the bathroom I ordered a large soda too ). Emma asked me if it was ok for me to drink such a large drink, but I told her that I would be fine if I pee a couple of times before leaving. We started eating and talking about the convention and a few other unrelated things. After we were done eating we both went to the bathroom ( it was my the third time already in the last 30 minutes, but it was quite common for me to pee about this much after drinking so I didn't think much about it ). After being sure I've emptied my bladder we went back to the car and we were ready to go home. The traffic going back was just awful. We were driving so slow I didn't think we would reach home during the day. There was an accident on the highway and we were forced to slow down almost to a halt. Well we didn't really hurry so there was no problem, just a mild annoyance, or it should have been... Leaning back on my seat without any worry whatsoever I suddenly felt a familiar sensation...Right, it was the usual thing... Me: Oh no, I need to pee again... Emma: Again? Really? You went like what 10 times while we were at Mc's! *lol* Me: Hey it was only 3 times...and I had a large soda... Emma: Yeah, yeah. I understand. I knew you would eventually have to go again and I was prepared to stop whenever but there is a problem... Me: What problem? Emma: Well, we are stuck on the highway stupid, with cars surrounding us. Do you think I can stop? Where are you supposed to pee anyway? Yep, that was the situation. Usually we would just pull over and I would go pee behind in a bush or something, but this time clearly it was impossible. There were no trees, bushes or even rocks I could go behind. We were on the highway with no chance of getting out of this traffic jam any time sooner... I was starting to panic and I was feeling like I could leak anytime... Me: Oh no... * I started tearing up * Emma: Hey it's ok, it shouldn't take much longer right? Just a few minutes and we should be able to pull over and the you can go pee* She tried to comfort me* Me: I can't hold it for minutes... It already started hurting a little. I have to go now! * I shouted while crying and holding my crotch* What should I do?... We were both looking for ideas when my eyes landed on the soda cups we didn't finish and took with us. Me: Hey, can I pee in this? *I pointed towards the cup* Emma: Eh? Are you serious? Can't you just wait a little more? Me: I can't! I have to go now! You chose : the cup or the car seat. Emma: Ok, ok lol, it's fine, just try not to spill any pee on the seat, ok? Me: Ok, thanks a lot! I poured the remaining juice in the cup outside of the car window and without further thinking, and not caring about the other drivers, I took down my shorts, (luckily I usually don't wear panties so it was quite easy) took the now empty cup and placed it under my privates and started peeing with so much force I thought the cup will rip. Me: Ah, it feels so much better! Emma: Lol, good for you! * She started laughing * Just please don't spill any of it on to the seat ok? Me: Sure thing! *I continued peeing for a few more seconds when...* I look in the cup which was getting increasingly hard to hold. Me: Oh no! Emma: What?! Me: It's almost full and I am not even half finished! * I forced myself to stop the stream * Emma: Eh? You've got to be kidding me?! Me: Sorry! I am not. Ugh... I can't hold it for a very long time. Emma: It's ok! *She gets her cup and gulps the remaining juice* Take this one too. Me: Thank you, Emma! I love you! Emma: Yeah, yeah! Just hurry up and finish peeing. I feel like people are watching us... I put the cup filled with pee into the cup holder, put the lead on, placed the other empty cup under me and started peeing again. After a minute or so I was finally done. I placed the other cup in the holder too, I pulled up my shorts and let out a relaxed sigh. Me: So much better! Emma: Holy! You almost filled two large cups! How on earth does all that pee come from such a tiny girl? Me: Lol, I don't know. I am supposed to have s really small bladder too. We both laughed about it. After some time the traffic jam cleared out and we were finally able to go home. On the way home we pulled over near a park to throw out the cups and for me to pee again ( and almost got seen doing it by some old couple... trees don't give to much protection now do they?... that's why I prefer bushes. ) In the end we finally reached home. I was more than exhausted. I didn't even eat dinner, I just peed, changed into my pull-ups and pajamas and went right to sleep.
  7. Chapter 1 (Thanks to @DerivativeWings for proofreading) “Senator, we would like further comment on the recently approved Booze Fiesta program!” One of the interviewers closest to the Senator exclaimed, eclipsing many others who weren’t as lucky to get the latest scoop on the new government program. Not looking at the lucky interviewer, but instead at the cameras, as if she could see the thousands of eyes currently on her, Senator Isabel Luna replied firmly. “Our country’s alcohol market has always been a stronghold of our economy, having made up to 4% of our total revenue on prior decades. But there has been a steady decline on its consumption over the past few years. Through tax breaks, awareness, and the use of cutting-edge technology, we hope to bring our numbers up, develop the alcohol industry, and the country along with it.” She walked away, white heels clacking, past the crowd of interviewers bombarding her with questions regarding her program promoting alcoholism and the strain on elderly care that this could put on the health care system. They could not see the bigger picture anyways. A cutthroat prodigy with a blossoming politics career, she was making a gamble and was not going to be interrupted. She then got into a black Lexus that was waiting for her. “Take me home, will you?” “As you wish, Senator.” A driver, who might as well be nameless to the cold aristocrat behind him, said. Inside, while fixing her make-up, she saw the 37-year-old wavy haired brunette prodigy responsible for a new gilded age on her pocket mirror, the golden child of democracy, sharp green eyes piercing the souls of any who dared question her competence. She was going to conquer this world, and no one could stop her. As the black Lexus drove away from the crowd of journalists, another woman was looking at her own car. She had a slim frame, shoulder length blue hair, big blue eyes, a red shirt, and a black jacket with matching tight pants. The blue haired woman was staring downwards at a beige Toyota that, in contrast to the Senator’s Lexus, had seen better days. “Someone pissed on the tire again…” This was the third time this week that Irene Andalucía found her car, a joint-venture between her and her photographer, assaulted by the contents of an overflowing bladder. Senator Isabel’s press conference had been ironically positioned three blocks away from a very popular bar, business booming from the recent policy. But most of the press did not discuss what to her seemed like an obvious consequence. Public restrooms were already somewhat scarce to anyone who wasn’t a customer, and many were in a pitiful state. Not enough to be considered a public health emergency, but enough to where one would think twice about going to the restrooms. It wasn’t uncommon for a woman to rush to the toilet as soon as she got home from work, a date, shopping, from living a healthy life in general. Slightly inconvenient, but on the grand scheme of things, inoffensive. But the Booze Fiesta program meant that the average woman would be pumping herself of what was essentially a diuretic far more than usual on a city that lacked the infrastructure to accommodate for that, and the streets were already facing the consequences. Past midnight, it would not be infrequent to see women searching for somewhere private: a bush, an alley or in this case, the side of a car. After having clashed with eternal bathroom lines and rejection from local businesses that already had someone making good use of their plumbing, tons of women had no other choice. Irene, being a sturdy drinker herself, had also been the one power washing the pavement on occasion, so she couldn’t feel but feel some empathy. But empathy can start to run dry when the tires of your car get wet thanks to some greedy bimbo playing around with your city’s budget. She did not think things had to be like this, this was something that modern society should have already been under control. The government was supposed to be for the good of the nation, therefore it shouldn’t be too much to ask for public restrooms that would not be revolting or useless to half of the population. But politicians clearly didn’t care. Inside the car was a woman reclined on the seat, curly black hair falling over her black shirt, wearing a plaided red and black skirt, long legs clad with fishnet tights and crimson leather boots on the car board, playing around on her phone. “Hey Alex, someone pissed on the car tire” “Yeah, a girl came, I thought she was just going to tie her shoelaces. Next thing I know she got the whole thing soaked” “You should really clean this car...” “Eh, nothing good ol’ road dirt won’t fix. Car wash weekend’s almost there anyways.” “Whatever you say…” Irene then got inside of the car, reclining her seat, resting from the hectic wilderness of the press conference. “You got any good ones?” “Barely, place was packed. Here’s the best I could get.” Alex then showed the screen of the camera to Irene, scrolling through the three photos she took. “Two of these are just some random guy’s back” “Yeah, they were almost good shots, but there’s always some asshole shoving themselves into the frame. Last one’s decent enough.” The photo currently on the screen was one of the crowd of journalists listening to Senator Isabel on the podium, her beige shirt, along with the white blazer and skirt combo almost made it seem as if she was emitting light herself. “Ooh this one’s nice!” “It better be, I almost got my arm crushed for that one.” Alex exclaimed, an odd pride coming through her voice. Irene then reclined her seat, exhaling deeply. “So, anything spicy? Couldn’t hear the interviews with all the noise going on.” “Nope, the big channel guys were all over her. No way around them.” “Those assholes. Who even watches that shit anyways? So many resources for something that is only watched by dying old geezers.” “Old money’s hard to match, I guess.” Irene said, looking distraught. “Hey, cheer up! I got these!” She then took a can of beer and coffee out of her purse, holding it up for Irene to see. “Not a scoop but a sip! The coffee’s for me. Don’t drink and drive, y’know. Drink up!” “Thanks…” Irene stared deeply at the beer can on her hand. “Hey, all good?” “Did you know that in India 23% of girls drop out of school due to it not having any toilets?” “Ah?” “This shit’s serious, women should be able to pee in peace instead of catching whatever biological weapon might be brewing on public toilets or having some creep ogling her half naked.” Irene exclaimed, with a subtle, yet deep rooted anger. “Oh right, public urination epidemic.” “The whole Booze Fiesta nonsense isn’t making things any better either. They clearly don’t care about fixing things.” “Hey, at least the account’s doing well. You can thank yours truly, media master Alex Merelo whenever you wish!” Alex said, bringing a hand up to her chest. “Still can’t believe the Ministry of Equality rejected the campaign. I mean, one’d think advocating for women to have proper access to toilets would fall in their area, right?” “They’re all equally pigs, I tell you. The campaign account’s starting to get clout anyways.” “Getting blocked by fascists online isn’t clout, Alex.” Irene then opened the beer, gulping away at it. “I shouldn’t have to play Russian Roulette with my bladder every time I want to leave my house y’know.” Alex fidgeted slightly on her seat. “Speaking of, coffee’s kinda knocking on the door right now...had to stay awake somehow.” “Yeah, same, I had a lot waiting for that bitch to show up. My apartment’s close, let’s go. See, if this city was halfway decent, I wouldn’t have to go all the way home just to be sure I’m not going to be pissing outdoors.” “Almost there, almost there…” Both women heard those words and some jostling coming from outside the car. *psh pshhh HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* “F-fuck yesssssssssss…” A strained voice moaned, being drowned by the sounds of liquid hitting the ground. “You hear that?” Irene and Alex leaned over the car window, finding a well-endowed blonde in a short white party dress squatting next to the door, lacy lavender panties with slightly frilled edges pulled down to her thighs and a relentless stream coming from between her legs. Her face seemed absent of any worry, only bliss coming through it. “Four times! Four times, goddamnit!” “Ah!” The straight-haired blonde jolted at the woman below her, putting her scarce balance at risk. “D-don’t you dare piss on the car paint!” Alex howled, “I’m so, so sorry, I couldn’t find a toilet and I just couldn’t take it anymore!” The blonde exclaimed, stream still going full force. “Oh god, it won’t stop-” “…Wait, have I seen you somewhere before?” “…No, you haven’t” She said, her face suddenly pale now. Irene then took a closer look at the woman in front of her, being struck with a sudden realization. “Hey, you’re Gigi Gali!” “No, I’m not!” Gigi exclaimed, hands covering her face. Alex then popped up, phone in hand. “Oh shit, as in, the fashion influencer?!” “That’d explain the fancy earrings and watch...” “Woah, we got big leagues in here! Hey, can I have your autograph? Not selling it, I swear.” “What are you s--?! F-Fine, fine, whatever. But at least let me get proper first…” Gigi said, stream still going. As Alex was caught up in the societal whirlwind of celebrity worship, Irene Andalucía felt her blood boiling civically at the sight of the overflowing woman before her eyes, having just had a realization of the golden opportunity that she had just run into. “Name’s Irene Andalucía, social rights journalist. Are you interested in an interview?”
  8. Hello everyone! It feels like it has been a long while since I've given back to this community, so here is a little sample of what my girlfriend(@Bladder_Queen) and I have been working on as of late. The first clip (3Cam_1.25Liter_Desperation.mp4) features ~2 minutes of uninterrupted, full bladder desperation and seated pee-pee dancing / squirming on a couch. The 2nd clip (3Cam_1.25Liter_Pee.mp4) features 3 different angles of a desperate 1.25-liter power piss into a plastic Brita container that is around 4-liters (1 gallon) in size. All filming and editing for both clips was done by myself. A Sony A6000 was used for the main shots with the two other angles / shots both coming from GoPro HERO4 Silvers, shooting at 2.7K 30FPS for the front view & 1080p 60FPS for the side. A big thanks to everyone who has supported and continues to support our work. We got our first push of support from members of this board and we hope to continue providing high quality content for you all to enjoy. Stay Frosty! Desperation: https://files.fm/u/5zu9m8dqk Password: KXG%6M2tvWyDba-& Peeing: https://files.fm/u/4hjeb885b Password: 5vhncgPNJ#R?v66X
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    ACZD-064 - Secret Peeing Taken By Mako Maeda. ACZD-064-01 - The actress films herself wetting her panties over a small towel. ACZD-064 -02 - The actress stands over the camera and wets her panties. ACZD-064-03 - The actress desperate to pee films herself wetting her pajamas and then puts them in the washing machine. It then cuts to her wearing a shirt and panties as she sits in the same spot as before and wets herself again. ACZD-064 -04 - It starts off with the actress wearing a skirt desperate to pee trying to hold it until she wets herself. It then cuts to her sitting on a bed wearing a leotard and a diaper. After she gets done peeing in the diaper she takes it off to show how much she peed. It then cuts again to her wearing yet another skirt wetting herself again. ACZD-064-05 - It starts with the actress wearing a dress and pantyhose while drinking a bunch of liquids. She tries to hold it for as long as she can before wetting herself followed by taking a shower. It the cuts to her picking out a diaper to wear for the next part. It then cuts to her walking on screen in jeans after wetting herself with a wet bum (I assume she couldn't hold it in time while she was trying to get the camera ready). She then takes her pants off to show off that she is wearing the diaper she picked out earlier along with showing off how full it was. ACZD-064 Uncut - Has everything above plus some enemas/pooping in diapers and pantie pooping. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
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  10. View File ACZD-064 ACZD-064 - Secret Peeing Taken By Mako Maeda. ACZD-064-01 - The actress films herself wetting her panties over a small towel. ACZD-064 -02 - The actress stands over the camera and wets her panties. ACZD-064-03 - The actress desperate to pee films herself wetting her pajamas and then puts them in the washing machine. It then cuts to her wearing a shirt and panties as she sits in the same spot as before and wets herself again. ACZD-064 -04 - It starts off with the actress wearing a skirt desperate to pee trying to hold it until she wets herself. It then cuts to her sitting on a bed wearing a leotard and a diaper. After she gets done peeing in the diaper she takes it off to show how much she peed. It then cuts again to her wearing yet another skirt wetting herself again. ACZD-064-05 - It starts with the actress wearing a dress and pantyhose while drinking a bunch of liquids. She tries to hold it for as long as she can before wetting herself followed by taking a shower. It the cuts to her picking out a diaper to wear for the next part. It then cuts to her walking on screen in jeans after wetting herself with a wet bum (I assume she couldn't hold it in time while trying to get the camera ready). She then takes her pants off to show off that she is wearing the diaper she picked out earlier along with showing off how full it was. ACZD-064 Uncut - Has everything above plus some enemas/pooping in diapers and pantie pooping. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 12/05/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  11. First time trying my hand on writing a story here, english is not my main language so feel free to correct my writing this is basically a compilation of weird dreams and ideas i put togheter into a hopefully coherent story. Luna is in her last year of highschool and is 18yo as are her classmates ____________________________________________________ Luna was eagerly packing her suitcase for the next day as she was going to go on the yearly school trip, it was different than the usual trip though. She didn't know the specifics wich was already weird in itself but the school managed to get into a program that would pay for the entire trip including the train to get there, but get this, they're going on a freaking luxury cruise? For a school trip?? Food and drinks included! At school she and some classmates looked up the cruiseship wich was called "Symphony of the Seas" and frankly it looked too good to be true. It seemingly had everything on board from several pools, theatres, laser tag, arcade, a whole shopping street and it even has its own ice rink! The price must be insane, so how come this all comes togheter for free for a school trip? The only thing she knew is that it was started up by a big pharmaceutical company that gathered a ton of funding for a new line of medicine, and the students got to test it while on the cruise. At first she and many others were skeptical but her parents went over the legal documents and had to sign some forms and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, the medication had been trough loads of testing phases already and this was a last mass testing phase of what should be the final product. There wasn't much more to it, she packed mostly summer clothing as the weather reports were mostly positive but on sea it can be alot colder sometimes so she did pack for colder weather just in case aswell (shorts, shirts, skirts and her favorite dress, one sweatpants, jeans, swimsuit, some winter clothing for the ice rink, pj's, etc.) The school had informed her they would travel from the school to the station but they would make the trip in school uniform so she laid it out for the next day paired with gray leggings to go under her uniforms skirt. _____________________________________ The next morning Luna quickly ate some cereal and made her way to her school, she met up with her best friend on their usual spot. Chloe joined the school just this year only a few months ago but they became best friends really quickly. "Hey Chloe, nice on time?" "You bet, not missing this for anything in the world!" "I can't decide what i want to check out first once we arrive there!" They continued chatting about what they were planning to do first once they got on the cruise ship, as other classmates started to join aswell, everyone was excited about this probably once in a life time cruise they'll get to experience! Everyone started to gather around as they started to take the short trip to the train station. Luna thought it would just be a regular commuter train but when they arrived at the platform they were surprised with one of those long distance, high speed and more comfort trains! As Chloe gasped and pointed, "What the hell Luna look, we're getting in on first class!" as the first classmates started to enter the train. "How is this all possibly free?" Luna answered, as other students were talking just as excited and surprised as they were. "What kind of backing does this company have to send this many people for free on this cruise with this amount of luxury?" as she pointed out, the amount of people in total would be high on that ship, and oh yes, the entire cruise ship was rented and as far as Luna knew, they were all going for free. "Must be a pretty damn good new medication they're working on, maybe they cured cancer or something?" Chloe half jokingly said. They got their seats, wich was a 4 seater, Luna got a seat at the window with her friend on the other window seat as 2 other classmates joined them, Vicky and Selena. They happily chatted along until the teacher started to hand out pamflets with more information about the actual program they were in, curiosity spiked among the group of students as they eagerly started reading what this was all about. It seemed the teacher was surprised as well because even they didn't know what this medication was all about. Excitedly Luna started reading the pamflet: "This is a mass test that will lay the foundation of a new type of medication that could be used for almost any virus and/or bacteria as well as many other illness, cancers as well as chronic diseases and even genetic disorders(!) "I can't believe it's even better than what i said" Chloe remarked, "this is world changing if this is true" The medication works in a fundamentally different way as this type can be modified for a specific illness, once it targets the cells, virus or bacteria that's causing the issue the drug will activate it's healing procedure, once it does it will start removing the bad cells and create new ones. So how will this procedure work? Well the body will very simply start to secrete the bad stuff as it usually does, by urinating. To make sure the medication works, hydrating alot is of utmost importance! A side effect of this medication is that it works as a diuretic, if you don't hydrate enough the medication will simply stop working. The ones you'll be testing will be test variants with no actual medication or effects aside from the diuretic. As we have tried to find different ways to minimize the diuretic effect but to no avail we have now tried this from a different perspective. More info will follow when you arrive on the ship, you will get handed over the first dose shortly before entering the ship." "Hold on..." Luna whispered to Chloe, "They said to pack extra undergarments and pants/skirts, are you thinking what i'm thinking?" "You think the drug would be that strong we could end up having accidents??" Chloe answered. Wich Vicky joined in "Well... i mean... if i'm not the only one... i guess a few accidents isn't too bad if you get a top of the line cruise for it, no?" "So we only have to be carefull to go to the toilet frequently enough? Yo i can live with that!" Selena said while laughing. "i thought we might get like crazy side effects bad enough we wouldn't be able to enjoy the cruise, atleast that was my worry and actual guess what was gonna happen." Luna quickly went over the contents of the pamflet again, rereading every detail and she had to agree with Chloe about the apparent expectation of accidents to happen. Luna shivered realising what this meant... you see, already from a very young age she was intrigued by wetting. Wether it was wetting herself or seeing someone else wet themselves. Luna is usually timid and a bit more on the shy nature wich made her overthink alot of stuff regularly, in contrast of Chloe who's rather bold most of the time. When she was little she every once in a while did small spurts in her panties when she was feeling more daring than usual, or she peed in her swimsuit in the garden when her parents weren't looking. But she never actually had a full on wetting as she was too scared... Except maybe on one occasion. When she and her parents where out for vacation during the holidays when she was only 11yo they had rented a bungalow in the forests in a small village covered in deep snow, on the last day she was playing outside in the snow and later started making a snowman. She couldn't not make a snowman with snow like this! She was wearing winter clothing with thick snowpants with an extra layer of pants, snowboots and everything, so she was warm and cozy at all times when playing outside. She was making good progress but it was alot of work as time passed by her urge to pee started to increase. As she had drunk enough liquid before coming outside and on top of that her mom surprised her with hot chocolate milk while playing outside and now she really started to feel it in her bladder. The thought came to her how nice it would be to maybe do a spurt in her panties, or perhaps a few spurts even? It would be covered by her snowpants anyway and now that she started thinking of it... it could be more than a few spurts as this was the last day of the holiday, they would return home in the early morning tomorrow. She felt more daring today, maybe it was the holidays and being in a good mood maybe? She would shower and dump her snowpants and other clothes in her suitcase anyway once she went inside, and when she got home she would unpack it herself and dump it in the laundry machine as she would normally do anyway... Luna was overthinking it like she always does, this always happened and she would always bail out by overthinking too much... she continued building her snowman wich was slowly getting close to completion after about another 15-20mins, but her need started to increase more and the idea of releasing some in her pants started to creep up again. Her plan was perfect, even if she peed quite a bit she would get away with it so why not do it? She would probably regret it anyway if she didn't. Luna started to relax her bladder but like usually nothing came out even though she had to pee pretty badly at this point, the habbit of being used to sit on a toilet to pee ofcourse... She started to fiddle around with the head of the snowman and giving him eyes while she continued to relax her bladder and started to feel she was getting closer to release. She gave her bladder a little push as just a few drops went into her panties. Feeling safe with her snowpants on she quickly went for another push as a spurt seeped in her panties, she sighed from the feeling of her crotch dampening. She enjoyed how good it felt and gave another push, but this one was a longer spurt into her pants with warmth spreading in her crotch. She sighed again. Enjoying and relishing the feeling she's getting from this, her bladder got the message and started giving in, she was still relaxing and just when her pee was about to come out on it's own she stopped it. She had peed enough to make her panties wet, and probably enough to make a visible wet patch on the pants she was wearing underneath. She felt like she could relax at any time and let more out. She was getting second thoughts now because she felt her crotch was warm and wetter than ever before, even though she was really loving this feeling. The fear of getting caught crept up to her. She went over the plan again as she continued building the snowman, after overthinking it once again she was sure she wouldn't get caught and her bladder was signaling it wanted release. Luna picked up the broom she found earlier in the basement and put it on the snowman as she slowly started to relax again "a bit more wouldn't hurt" she thought, but this time she could feel her pee about to come out on it's own and this time she wasn't planning on stopping it immediatly. She felt a small trickle escape. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she let the trickle become a stream, she could feel her crotch warm up as the wetness started to expand. When she could feel wetness going down on the inside of her pants about halfway down to her knee, she came back to her senses, panicked and stopped the stream. Although... she didn't want to stop it as it felt so good. Luna was breathing heavily, a bit shocked that she had in fact pissed her pants at this point! She could feel her butt being a bit wet aswell, She started blushing at this point. She quickly checked her crotch and legs for any visible signs, she didn't see any but she could definitely feel the wetness! And she would definitely get caught if she would remove her snowpants and her parents could see her wet pants underneat. She knew what she did was bad and she would get in trouble if her parents would find out but she enjoyed the feeling so much and it didn't feel like it should be a bad thing actually, pee isn't disgusting anyway, she learned in school that it's even sterile. She continued finishing the face of her snowman. After a couple of minutes had passed (she was taking her sweet time as she was more focused on the wetness in her pants) she was pretty much done with her snowman and was decorating it a little bit with a hat and some other stuff lying around, she still had to pee and the warmth in her pants had faded away to be replaced with coolness. "i'm still wearing wet pants anyway, why not just do a little bit more and warm them up again" she thought, "no sign of my parents anyway" Luna was getting more daring at this point, as she spread her legs apart. She relaxed her bladder and started to push again. She let out a short stream in her pants, feeling the familiar warmth in her crotch once more, it came out so much easier than before she thought. As she relished the feeling again. She let out another spurt and another longer one immediatly after as she felt the warmth spreading down her legs... But it felt so good that she didn't want to stop... Just as she ended her last spurt she gave in to the feeling and with another sigh she relaxed, and this time she wasn't sure if she wanted to stop the stream anymore. She felt a shiver going up her spine as she realised she was contemplating to fully pissing her pants now. As there was no other sound in the vicinity she could start hearing the clear hissing sound of her pissing her pants, She felt pee pooling up in her crotch and spreading to her butt before cascading down her legs, she completely succumbed and relished the feeling of the warm wetness spreading as she felt herself fully emptying her bladder in her pants. Standing with spread legs in the middle of the yard in the snow, she let out a barily audible "aaah" while standing next to her snowman. The hissing slowly died down and her stream subsided as she pushed out the last few drops of pee in her soaked panties, she shivered, feeling the warmth and wetness spread trough her pants, all the way down between and on the back of her legs, she could now feel alot more wetness in the front and on her butt aswell. "best feeling ever" she thought while she started to blush. Luna got a massive grin on her face as she realised what she had done, she couldn't believe she had completely pissed her pants like a toddler. It wasn't even an accident, she did it fully on purpose. She could've went inside at any moment and used the toilet, it's only 2 freaking doors! She closed her legs again and pressed them togheter a bit to feel the wetness, before starting to make her way to the front door of the bungalow. As she made her way inside the warmth in her pants was starting to fade away and so was her euphoric feeling, the fear of getting caught started creeping in... after all she didn't intend to fully wet herself at first... Very aware of her very wet and soaked pants but she had checked for any kind of wetness before coming in and luckily she couldn't find any signs, when she met her mom in the kitchen:"I finished the snowman! please go take a look and tell me what you think?" as her mom was doing the dishes and said: "sure sweety, why don't you take off those winter clothes and snowpants and go sit with your dad in the sofa, we're gonna start a movie in a little bit." Luna panicked and her mind started racing "Is it ok if i first take a quick shower so i can put on my pj?", wich her mom replied "hmm, you could do that later aswell sweety, i think i heard your dad saying you wanted a snowball fight with him before we go home? So why not take a shower after that" Luna's heart skipped a beat. "I think i'm done playing with snow for today mom" After a small silence wich felt like an eternity she replied with, "your loss sweety, you know we don't often have this chance, but sure go take a shower" Luna quickly bolted out of the kitchen for the bathroom and felt like she reached the finish line of "getting away with her soaking pants" she tought as she closed the door of the bathroom after her. Her mother continued putting away the dishes as she leaned a bit to the side and over the counter just as she did a few minutes earlier to glance out of the window, if she leaned in like this she could just see the snowman outside, what Luna didn't realise is that her mother did this from time to time to check up on her when she was building the snowman. She could swear she had seen her daughter zone out a couple of times and afterwards what seemed to be checking her crotch? It started to dawn on her when she saw her daughter put on the hat on the snowman, spread her legs and just stood there for atleast a minute, maybe two. She could swear, if she didn't know any better that her daughter had deliberately peed her pants while making that snowman. For that reason she mentioned to remove her winter clothing when she came inside to see her reaction, and her panicked reaction had pretty much confirmed her suspicion that her daughter had soaked her pants. She grinned but decided to pretend she didn't see anything. Kids...
  12. Hey! It’s been a long time since my last post. I’ll spare you all the details and just say I’ve been dealing with some health stuff the last year or so, but I’m on the mend and mostly back to my old self again, blessedly. I haven’t written too much out here, but everything I have has been a story I’ve invented or observed. I haven’t written very much about the moments I’ve experienced myself. So here’s a story from a few years back about that exact topic. I have a few stories from seeing movies, but one that always sticks out in my mind is this. Midsommar came out during the summer of 2019, and I was curious to see it from the first trailer I saw. I’m a big fan of horror movies and I wanted to see what it was all about. As it turned out, it was a bit different than I was expecting, but we’re not really here for a movie review. Besides, the other stories happening during the movie turned out to be a lot more fun and interesting anyway. Most of my friends don’t like anything remotely horror. And while this movie isn’t horror in the “jump scares and demonic curses” sense, there were some pretty horrifying elements to it. Which meant I was mostly on my own to see it. I was surprised to find out, though, that a formerly very close friend of mine was also interested in seeing it. I’ll call her Sarah for the sake of this story. See, Sarah and I had been very close friends once; she was dating one of my best friends and we spent a lot of time together as a result. There was a time that we used to get dinner and hang out with a good measure of frequency and we kept up with each other’s lives after the two of them moved a bit further away. Over the years though, we drifted apart. Not to a point where we weren’t still friends, but to the point where we only saw each other in groups and our only communication outside of that was the errant phone call while one of us was driving somewhere and knew the other was free. So when Sarah said she’d be down to see the movie with me and we actually planned the day, I was looking forward to it! It would be nice to see the movie and reconnect with my old friend in the process. Too much had she started to feel like “my best friend’s girlfriend” instead of “my friend” the way she once had and I hoped that this might be a nice opportunity to at least catch up if nothing else. We agreed to meet up early and drive together so we could hang and chat for the afternoon, deciding to grab sushi for lunch beforehand as well as a place nearby. Lunch was excellent and we had a great time. I was pretty aware of what I was drinking at lunch, though. In the few years beforehand, I had had some close calls during movies and wanted to avoid another that day. I hate getting up during films and am generally pretty careful about not drinking too much and making my life difficult, though sometimes it doesn’t matter anyway. During this particular lunch, I had a small cup of water. That was it; just one of those small plastic restaurant water cups that are all over the US. I figured that wouldn’t be nearly enough to fill me up too quickly. Sarah had a water as well and after lunch we headed over to the theatre a few short blocks away. This was one of those nice theatres where the individual screening rooms have those recliner chairs in them so we’d have plenty of room to ourselves to get comfy and relax. Once we got there, memories of the last few movies I’d seen came to mind and I decided to go use the restroom before we headed to the theatre. While I was gone, Sarah actually got herself a large Coke and a little snack (I can’t remember what). As we passed the ladies room, she asked if I’d hold her stuff while she ran in before the movie, which I of course did. With all that taken care of, we headed into the theatre and found our seats probably fifteen minutes before the movie started. Or at least before the previews started. That’s important because those probably added twenty minutes to the runtime overall. Midsommar was already a nearly 3 hour movie so to add it all together probably adds up to a little over 3. I figured I’d be fine anyway though. I tend to have pretty good bladder control in general, but for whatever reason, movies always affect me differently. Maybe it’s psychosomatic. Either way, the previews ended and the movie finally began. The first half of the movie was pretty much as expected; we relaxed, watched the film, and I noticed that Sarah sipped her Coke quite frequently. By about the halfway point I heard her hit the end of it. Damn; I was surprised she’d already put away the 64oz. soda and idly wondered if she’d be okay till the end of the movie. Around the same time, I started to notice a building pressure in my own bladder. I was slightly annoyed at this because I had been so careful not to over hydrate. Oh well, it wasn’t that bad. I’d be fine till the end of the movie, I figured. Another half hour later (probably about 2 hours into the movie), I felt like I had overestimated myself. My bladder had gone from that comfortable fullness that most of here probably enjoy to a pretty prominent aching. Luckily, the chair I was in was large and comfortable so at least I wasn’t squished up. In the position I was in, I only really noticed it if I was moving. Another fifteen minutes later or so, that ache was a pretty constant dull throbbing and my bladder was getting hard to the touch. I had to pee pretty badly now. Honestly, I was wondering if I’d really make it to the end of the movie or if I’d have to swallow my pride and throw in the towel early. It was about the time I had that thought that Sarah leaned over and spoke softly to me, so as not to interrupt the movie for the few other people there with us. “I have to pee really bad. I’m gonna go after this scene.” I told her I’d let her know what happened while she was gone and she went back to waiting, clearly a bit anxious. Now, to remind everyone, this is the girlfriend of one of my best friends I’m spending the day with, and I never saw her in a light of lust or desire. But I did find myself wondering how badly she must have to go if she was willing to give in during the movie. Certainly as badly as I did, maybe worse. Probably worse, actually. I didn’t drain a large Coke in the first hour and a half of the movie. The scene finally changed and Sarah wasted no time in jumping up from her seat and hurrying out of the theatre. I watched her go, part of me very jealous of the fact that she was on her way to the sweet relief I so desperately needed too. I grit my teeth and forced myself to relax though. If I really wanted to, I could leave myself. But I wasn’t ready to give in just yet. Sarah returned after a few short minutes and I caught her up on the movie before turning my attention back to the screen. Actually, only half my attention was on the screen. The throbbing ache in my lower abdomen had become a constant pang of need. I was really full, fuller than I had been in a long time. I tried to stay as still as possible since every motion made my bladder cry out with need. My best guess was there was about 20 minutes of movie left. I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d make it that long. The next several minutes were some of the longest and most uncomfortable of my life…but the masochistic omorashi lover in me also immensely enjoyed it. I honestly don’t remember a lot about the end of the movie because I was so focused on just holding on till the end and getting my relief. I was tense and nervous, shaking my leg without even realizing it and taking relatively shallow breaths so I didn’t stretch my bladder too far. I wondered if Sarah could notice my predicament but now that she was relaxed and comfortable again, she was wholly engrossed in the movie again, so I didn’t have to worry about that. At long, long last, the credits began to roll. Being conditioned by Marvel films at the time, part of me wondered if I’d have to wait for an end credits scene, but as Sarah moved to stand up I was reminded that this wasn’t, in fact, a movie made to spawn a multibillion dollar franchise. “Ready to go?” she asked me. I agreed and rose gingerly to my feet, the true magnitude of my predicament hitting me. With gravity pulling down on it, I became immediately aware of the fact that my bladder was bursting full. It was hard as a rock and felt like a lead ball resting in my lower abdomen. I still had to make sure I was taking relaxed breaths so I didn’t put too much extra pressure on it. I was so desperate I could barely stand up straight. I forced my body to rise to its full height though; I didn’t want to give away how bad off I was to Sarah as we left the theatre. She led the way and we headed back down the hallway to the exit. She pushed out the door and immediately started heading left. For a moment, I panicked. To the left was the side exit back out to the parking lot and she was clearly heading towards the car already. Now, despite my deep enjoyment of omorashi, I’m very shy about people knowing I need to use the restroom. Always have been, probably always will be. But a quick self-assessment told me I had no choice. If I tried to make it home, I’d probably pop. And if I thought telling her I needed to go was embarrassing, legitimately losing control of myself in front of her would be mortifying and something I wasn’t willing to risk. “Oh Sarah, hang on. I’m gonna run to the bathroom before we leave.” I tried to make it sound as casual as I could so she didn’t see my intense desperation. “Oh sure! No worries!” She turned back and followed me down the longest hallway of my life back to the main lobby. I was getting more anxious by the step and I felt my bladder begging me for relief, screaming for the release it needed. I was tensing and clenching every muscle I could to hold back. It felt like an ocean was trying to push itself out from within me. I truly wasn’t sure how I hadn’t blown yet. Sarah said she’d wait for me across the lobby and I hurried off (as casually as possible) to the men’s room. Sometimes even the men’s room has a line after a movie ends, but our movie hadn’t had many people in it and this restroom was much larger than the one at the theatre I was used to, so I found a urinal right away. Thank god. I wasn’t sure how much longer I had left in me. It felt like seconds at best, being so close to release. It took a few seconds for me to finally relax enough to let go but once it started, I just exploded. It was maybe the most satisfying piss of my entire life. I couldn’t help but sigh as the immense relief washed over me and actually got a little dizzy as the satisfaction overtook my body. I must’ve kept going for upwards of a minute; I shocked myself a bit, honestly. Even without having had much to drink that day in preparation for the movie, I had still become fuller than I ever remembered being before. Except maybe one other movie I’d seen a year or two before. After I was finally finished, I just stood there and relished the sweet relief for a few seconds. I hadn’t felt relaxed for probably two hours at that point and being rid of the extreme pressure I had been under was indescribably satisfying. Finally, I washed my hands and headed back out to meet up with Sarah. We drove home, discussing what we thought of the movie, and that was the end of the day. Years later, Sarah and my best friend are no longer dating. She doesn’t really talk to any of us in our group anymore, myself included, which is totally understandable. But this memory occasionally crops up as one of the most sincerely and unintentionally desperate moments of my young adult life. And while Sarah was only tangentially a part of that, I do somewhat associate the memory with her since it was one of the last things we ever did before the pandemic and, as a result, one of the last times I ever saw her. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed a short, sweet retelling of one of my own personal experiences. I have a few more, one of which is also movie based (Hereditary in…whatever year that came out) and several that I’ve witnessed over the years that have happened around me. I’ll post some more soon, hopefully with less time between posts! Take care everyone!
  13. So I was outside drinking by my campfire and really really needed to pee. I set up the phone and recorded it all as my hot steamy piss rained down all over my cheast and face. It tasted so good. I wish someone was here to join me. Please leave some comments on what you want to see. 20221203_032318000_iOS.mp4
  14. Elevator Emergency Miranda’s day had started off with no indication that it would take the turn it did. She showered, combed her long, red hair, and got dressed. Today she wore a green t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts that fit her shapely figure nicely. She had been in a hurry because her alarm had not gone off this morning so she didn’t have time to use the toilet before grabbing her large water bottle and her belongings. On her way to campus she heard an email notification that she decided to check when she got to campus. Her morning coffee started to hit her bladder about halfway there, but she didn’t think too much about it, figuring she’d go when she arrived. Arriving on campus, Miranda grabbed her book bag and as she got out of her car, she checked her phone and saw the email from the university saying “Due to maintenance on the university plumbing, some facilities may be unavailable for the day, we apologize for any inconveniences caused by this”. She sighed, squeezing her thighs together. Her urge to pee had grown slightly, but wasn’t much of a worry. She hurried to her first class. As she did she passed by a bathroom that had a sign “out of order please do not use”. While in class, she was so busy taking notes she forgot about her bladder. She drank half of her water during the class. When the professor dismissed the class she stood up and then felt a small twinge. She was starting to really need to pee. Squeezing her legs together briefly, she hurried to her next class. As she did, she saw the restroom again, she was tempted briefly to ignore the sign and go in but decided against it. As she was writing in her next class, she finished her water. By the end of the class, she was unable to fully ignore her bladder, and had been sitting with her legs crossed as her need to go increased. Her next class was across campus and as she made her way to it, she found a working fountain to refill her water bottle. As she filled her water, she squeezed her thighs together. “Fuck” she whispered under her breath, “I have to pee”. As continued to her last class of the day, she passed by another restroom and saw a girl frantically trying to get into it, while openly holding herself. Glad she didn’t have to pee quite so badly she carried on, pulling up on her shorts to help her hold it. Her last class ticked by very slowly. Her urge was increasing rapidly, but not thinking she would take an occasional drink from her bottle. As much as Miranda tried to focus, her rapidly filling bladder caused her difficulty. She had her legs crossed tightly as she shifted in her seat, one hand between her legs. She looked around the room, to see if anyone would notice her holding herself and noticed several classmates apparently struggling with their own bladders. Her eyes locked on one person in particular, sitting towards the back of the room was the girl she’d seen trying to get into the restroom. The girl had clearly not found her way into the toilet based on her face, the way she bounced in her seat, and her hands jammed between her legs. The desks being arranged in a semi-circle for the seminar gave Miranda a clear view of her desperate classmate. Miranda felt her bladder twinge sympathetically as she looked away. 5 minutes before the class was over, Miranda was squirming in her seat, holding her crotch as she looked at the clock, mentally willing the professor to end the class so she could try to find an open restroom. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a gasp and an “oh no!” She looked over and saw the girl open her legs and yelp before clenching them together, but not before Miranda saw a wet spot spread on her panties beneath her skirt. Just on cue, the professor dismissed them and Miranda watched as the poor girl dashed out of the room, grabbing her crotch, whimpering as she left a trail of small, yellow puddles on the floor behind her. Miranda groaned and grabbed her crotch as she imagined what the girl was feeling. As she left the classroom she saw the puddles in the hallway larger than in the classroom. As she headed to her car she saw the girl outside the restroom door. The poor girl was trying so hard to get in as pee streamed down her legs. Miranda felt a wave of desperation, causing her to cross her legs where she stood. Miranda decided the best course of action was to head to her apartment. So she hurried to the car as fast as she could, doing her best to hide her desperation. She saw a couple large wet spots on the concrete of the parking lot, knowing that some decided to relieve themselves outside because it hadn’t rained in weeks. She got into her car, and grabbed her crotch, groaning, she said aloud “I have to piss so fucking bad”. She strapped into her seatbelt, grunting as it pressed into her now-bulging bladder. She pulled out of the lot, glad that she didn’t live far. Her glee was short lived when she saw the bumper to bumper traffic crawling slowly ahead of her. “Damnit!” She said, one hand on the wheel, the other between her legs, rubbing her pulsating urethra as she wiggled desperately in the seat. Her bladder throbbed as she moved at a snail’s pace with traffic. She was hit with a small wave of urgency that made her bend forward and groan. Thirty minutes passed before traffic began to move at a steady pace. “Finally!” She breathed. When Miranda finally pulled into her spot in her apartment’s parking are, she didn’t bother grabbing anything except her phone and half full water bottle. She hurried into the lobby and got into the elevator, pushing the button for floor 10. Before the door could close, someone stepped in with her. It was her neighbor, another university student whom she had enjoyed several chats with before. Oh no, I don’t want him to know how badly I have to pee, this is embarrassing she thought to herself. Doing her best to look natural, she smiled at the attractive, brown haired, man. “Hey” he greeted, with a smile that made her giddy “heading up?” She pressed her thighs together subtly and nodded. “Yep, how’re you?” She said, hoping small talk might help to hide her desperation. “Can’t complain, ready to get to my apartment, it’s been a long day.” “Yeah… me too.” The doors closed and the elevator made it’s way up. She looked straight ahead, watching the red LED numbers began to tick up to her floor, and relief. A pang from her bladder caused her to shift her stance. She looked down and saw that her bladder was bulging to the point that her shorts were squeezing it. She glanced at the man standing next to her, I hope he doesn’t see how badly I need to go. Just as the thought crossed her mind, a loud clanging sound came from above and the elevator shrieked to a dramatic halt. “What the hell?” He exclaimed, trying various buttons to no avail, including the emergency call one. “Fuck, do you know the number to call for this?” He asked Miranda, who was cursing the situation mentally. “No, I don’t, how long do you think before we get out of here?” She asked, hoping her desperation didn’t show in her voice. She felt her hand go to her bladder but stopped it, refusing to show her desperation. “Well, I hope it’s soon, That freaking plumbing issue on campus meant I had to hold it all day!” Miranda nodded her head. She tried to look casual as she crossed her legs, trying to look casual. “I kinda need it too tbh” a good while passed with no change other than her stance and how badly she needed to pee. After about thirty minutes, she looked over and saw he was grabbing himself through his jeans, gritting his teeth, sweat dripping down his face. Looking at her, he remarked “I’m sorry, I have to piss so badly right now, I…feel like I’m going to lose it any moment” his words caused her own bladder to protest, causing her to to tighten her thighs. He clearly was desperate. Suddenly he cursed and a short hissing sound reached her ears. He grabbed himself with both hands and bent double. “ I, I’m starting, to” she knew what happened but had an idea. She briefly forgot her desperation as she took her water bottle, not sure what else to do with the remaining water, she chugged it then handed the empty bottle to him saying. “Here, use this.” He reached a shaky hand out but paused, desperately he asked “You sure?” She nodded, and he quickly took it, thanking her as he hurriedly unzipped his pants. She turned away before he took out his cock. A moment later, she heard him sigh and suddenly a loud hissing of liquid rapidly hitting the metal interior of her bottle. A wave of desperation struck again at the sound of him relieving himself. Grabbing her crotch with both legs, she thought of the accident she saw earlier, and the mental image caused her to gasp as she felt two small spurts leak into her panties. She clenched her thighs together, bent forward, knees bent, one hand at her crotch. The sound changed as the pee filling her both it more pee. She could smell the urine. She glanced to him and saw him, eyes closed in rapture, then her gaze drifted downward and she saw his cock, piss gushing from the tip, into her bottle. She was now both desperate and slightly aroused. She heard the stream slow down and turned away. After a minute, she heard him sigh, followed by the sound of his zipper. She looked over, her crotch pulsing in desperation. He handed her the bottle, saying “I’m sorry, it can’t hold anymore in it, thank you so much.” He’d screwed the top back on. She took it and felt the urine slosh inside it, thinking of the urine she was holding. She set it down and groaned, now holding it openly. “I guess I don’t have to be embarrassed but I am bursting still! Ha” she felt the rest of the water she drank catch up to her bladder, now bulging to the point her khaki shorts were riding up. She groaned and crossed her legs, bouncing in place, and wiggling her hips desperately. “I’m sorry…i just had to go so bad that I was about to piss myself completely!” She groaned at the last three words. “It’s fine, can’t really go into a bottle anyway because we’ll, she gestured to her crotch, before grabbing it again. He nodded and blushed. She noticed he was watching her and she blushed and looked back to the elevator door. She felt another wave of desperation and yelped. A large spurt of urine shot into her panties, followed by another. A wet spot blossomed on the crotch of her shorts, she bent double, trembling as she regained control. The wave subsided a bit as she glanced back at him. She couldn’t help but glance to his crotch and noticed that he had a bulge. Was he, aroused. She didn’t think long before her urge intensified and she yelped. The squatted down, grabbing herself as tight as possible as another huge spurt jetted out of her urethra, causing the wet spot on her crotch grew. “Fuuuuuck” she was red in the face, sweating and trembling from the effort, as she looked to him, “I really don’t know how much longer I can hold it” her eyes were watering with embarrassment and desperation. He looked around and pounded on the elevator door yelling “HEY WE’RE STUCK IN HERE! Help!” But nothing happened. Miranda yelped as several large spurts of pee escaped. The wet patch grew, and spread across her butt, some pee going through her shorts. She regained control, her legs trembling, deciding then not to wait anymore she stood up, bladder screaming for relief. “Turn around, I’m going to pee on the floor.” He turned, and she squeezed her legs together tightly as she frantically undid her belt. She undid her buttons and had to pause to grab her crotch, she felt a pee leak through her shorts into her hand, the patch grew again. She tugged her zipper, ready to let go right away, but the zipper wouldn’t budge. “Noooo” she said loudly, her voice shaking from desperation. “It’s stuck!” She tried to force the shorts down but Miranda’s large hips prevented that. Her legs trembled as she grabbed her crotch, her bladder spasming against her. The man turned and saw her. “Here, let me try!” She nodded, moving her hands as he tried to get her zipper down, to no avail. Her bladder convulsed again and she felt another gush escape. She felt her control failing as leaks escaped. Suddenly the elevator dinged. The doors opened and she hurried out, grabbing her crotch and hobbling as fast as she could while holding. She got to her apartment, then realized her keys were in her car. “No no no” she leaked again, and felt a couple drops trickle down her legs. She felt a hand on her shoulder, her neighbor spoke softly. “Come, you can use my bathroom, i have pliers for your zipper” she whimpered and let him guide her to his place. She was so focused on not losing control that she couldn’t enjoy his touch. They got to his door, and he opened it, closing the door behind them, he said “hold on, I’m going get the pliers, I’ll be right back.” She nodded, crossing her legs as tightly as she could, both hands once again grabbing her crotch. She felt the large wet patch. Looking at her shorts. The she saw that the urine darkened a football sized potion of the front of her shorts. Suddenly her bladder convulsed again and a large amount of pee shot out, she cried out as it streamed down her legs, wetting her socks and some streamed through the fabric, onto the floor. On cue, her neighbor returned, pliers in hand. She managed to stop peeing herself and he led her to the restroom, the sight of the toilet, so close yet not immediately available, made her groan as her bladder throbbed. She moved her hands as he latched the pliers on to her zipper. She used all her strength to keep holding without her hands. He tugged a few times. As he tugged, Miranda gasped, tears streaming from her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she whined. “Don’t worry, hold still” she’d been squirming desperately. He rest a hand on her thigh, and with a large tug, the zipper finally gave way, but the force caused her to topple forward, and they both ended up on the bathroom floor. She was on top of him, face to face and she felt how hard he was, his Erection poking her. She quickly stood up, running to the toilet. She was leaking back to back as pee streamed through her shorts, the wet patch growing on her shorts, spreading across her butt and front from her crotch. She hadn’t completely lost it yet. She got to the toilet but of all things. Her shirt had tangled into her belt loop. In her rush that morning, she hadn’t noticed. Her shorts would not go down. Crying, she frantically tried to untangle her shirt with one hand, her other grabbing her damp crotch as leak after leak kept coming. Her legs trembled as she turned, her efforts to hold only slowing the leaks. He rushed over to help, tugging her shirt up. She let him, grabbing herself again. She kept desperately wiggling as spurts of pee hissed out of her. Then, she lost control. The pee gushed forcefully out of her, splattering onto the floor. Her bladder convulsed. Pee streamed through her shorts and down her legs, gushing out of her with a powerful hissing sound. She tried to regain control but to no avail as the pee gushed through her fingers. He watched as his beautiful neighbor lost control of her bladder, unsure what to do, he turned her around so she was over the toilet. Pee hissed out of her as she tried desperately to stop it. She was crying as she fought her bladder, and apologized through her tears. “Hey, just let it out, it’s ok.” Miranda looked at him, eyes watery and desperate as she managed to somehow regain control. “I..am good now… I think..” she started to stand up but then the largest wave of desperation yet hit her and she yelped. He was surprised at how strong the stream was. It burst out of her as she sank down to sitting fully clothed on the toilet. Miranda gave up trying to stop it. The stream gushed forcefully through her shorts, hitting the floor in front of the toilet as she sighed shakily. The relief felt amazing. She felt the warm wet patch spreading and going up her shirt. The sensation of pee flowing out of her felt almost orgasmic. He watched as she peed all over herself and his bathroom. The way the patch spread over her crotch as pee cascaded out of her, no longer hitting the floor but still hitting the toilet with such a loud hiss, drove him wild. He could see her blue laced panties where she had her shorts undone. Miranda has never peed so much before. As her bladder emptied all over, she sighed in embarrassment and relief. She couldn’t believe she was wetting herself right in front of her neighbor in her neighbors bathroom. Finally the stream started to slow down, and Miranda began to sob as she looked at her soaked clothes. She looked up as the last of the urine trickled out of her urethra. Her neighbor had a weird look on his face. “I am so sorry about this, I, I can clean this up if you wa-” she trailed off, seeing a longing in his eyes. Her pussy throbbed, as she managed to untangle her shirt. His erection became much more obvious as he undid his jeans. Miranda stood up, letting her pee-soaked shorts fall to the floor, kicking her socks and shoes off before stepping out of them. He dropped his pants and before she could think, their lips were locked together, and she was grinding against him. He could feel her wet panties as she rubbed against his shaft through his underwear. He pulled away and said, “let’s get you out of those wet clothes, you can wash them here and have them clean by tomorrow”.
  15. Greetings, all. it was brought to my attention that there is a special challenge for creators in our community this month. The specific list of Omovember prompts I'm using can be found here. Between my writing style and my schedule for this month, I knew I wouldn't be able to do 30 stories in any reasonable amount of time, so I modified the challenge a little. Instead, I'm going to pick 1 prompt from each week and write a story from that (though, if I can incorporate more than one, I will try). So, that's 5 stories in 5 weeks. Some may be fanfiction, some will involve original characters. I already have some initial plans, but I'm open to ideas and feedback. I will try to update tags as appropriate. Anyway, y'all ain't here for an explanation, let's get on with the first week's story. _____________________ Week 1: Trying to Get Out of a Complicated Outfit Alexi loved Halloween. What she loved most about it was the costumes. Unfortunately, once you’re an adult, the opportunity to wear a costume is much more rare. So, when she was invited to a Halloween party by her new friends at the local game store, she was ecstatic. She resolved to take full advantage of the opportunity. Alexi was going to dress up as the original Harley Quinn design from Batman: the Animated Series. It was a personal favorite character of hers and an outfit she always thought was really cool. Alexi put her all into planning and preparing the costume to make sure it looked good through the entire party. She made sure to pre-wash and stretch the fabric, test various underclothes to make sure nothing would bunch up or look awkward, and buy waterproof makeup so she could eat and drink without smearing anything. The one thing Alexi hadn’t accounted for was how difficult it was to unzip a full body suit by yourself, especially while wearing gloves. A fact she wished she had thought of before drinking so much punch. And a fact she really wished she had thought of before waiting 10 minutes in line for the bathroom. Instead, here she was, standing in front of a clean and functional toilet with all the privacy she needed, desperately needing, but unable to pee because she couldn’t get this damn suit off. Alexi pulled off her gloves and stretched her arms around, trying so hard to get a grip on the zipper just below her neck. Between her panic and constant potty dance, this proved to be an impossible task. After a few minutes of struggle, Alexi was interrupted by a knock at the door. She was reminded that other people were waiting. Alexi decided her struggle to do this on her own was pointless. If she wanted to keep her costume clean, she was going to need some help. To keep up the illusion that she had actually used the bathroom, Alexi flushed the toilet and ran the sink- a sight which did nothing to help her current dilemma. Alexi left the bathroom just in time for a woman in an elegant vampire dress to shove past her and slam the door. Alexi drew on all her willpower to force herself to straighten up and walk away from the bathroom at a normal pace. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to notice she hadn’t actually peed, despite occupying the bathroom for several minutes. After rounding the corner, Alexi paused in the relative privacy of the doorway. She leaned over and held herself, taking in a few deep breaths. She peeked around the corner and scanned the crowd in the main room. If she was going to ask for help, she needed someone she trusted. More importantly, she needed someone she didn’t mind seeing her almost completely naked. Thankfully, she spotted just such a person. Across the floor stood Layla, Alexi’s girlfriend of the past four months. She had arrived late, so Alexi hadn’t seen her come in. Layla was wearing an absolutely stunning Cleopatra costume. If she weren’t about to explode, Alexi would have stopped to admire this beauty. Taking quick, but careful, steps, Alexi navigated across the floor to her girlfriend. She tapped Layla on the shoulder to get her attention. “Oh, ‘Lex, there you are! Good to see you, luv.” Layla greeted in that accent Alexi so adored. She pulled Alexi into a hug. Alexi bit her lip and lightly wrapped one arm around Layla. Normally, she would enjoy this affectionate display, but right now, Layla was pressing hard on her bladder. Once they let go, Alexi asked, “Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Layla scanned her face and frowned, “Yeah. Sure.” The women excused themselves from their group of friends and sidled over to an empty spot near the wall. “Everything alright?” Layla asked, concerned. “Well… kind of. Not really.” Alexi said, awkwardly fighting between not wanting her girlfriend to worry and wanting to communicate the urgency of the situation. “It’s just… Can you come to the bathroom with me?” Alexi blurted out. “...I can’t get the zipper down on my own…” “Oh.” Layla responded, looking over her girlfriend while she danced in place. “Yeah, of course.” The duo left the main room and headed toward the bathroom. As soon as they entered the hallway, Alexi froze in place, doubling over. The only thing stronger than her urge to pee was her terror at the sight of the long line of people waiting. There were six people standing outside the bathroom door, some of whom looked quite impatient themselves. Even assuming everything went smoothly, Alexi estimated she would have to wait at least 10 more minutes. Probably longer. Alexi tugged on her girlfriend’s arm. “Hey, you’ve been here before. Is there another bathroom?” She whispered, “I don’t think I can wait much longer.” She added, staring at Layla with pleading eyes. Layla thought for a moment and frowned. “Sorry, there is another one in the upstairs bedroom, but Dave keeps that locked ever since he caught Sam and Lee shacking up in there last year.” Alexi didn’t say anything in response. She only whimpered and continued to bob up and down, thighs clenched tightly together. Layla patted the desperate girl’s shoulder. “Wait here a moment.” Was all she said before dashing off. Alexi had no idea what was happening, but she really hoped that meant Layla had a plan. Maybe she was asking Dave for the bedroom key? That would be really embarrassing, but so would peeing herself all over his floor. Alexi shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for her girlfriend to reappear. She watched the queue for the bathroom, which was not moving at all. After about a minute, Layla swung around the corner with her bag over her shoulder. She grabbed Alexi’s arm and pulled her further down the hallway. That sudden movement caused Alexi to let out a small squeak. She shoved her free hand into her crotch to make sure that was all she let out while struggling to match her girlfriend’s pace. They stopped in an empty hall next to a sliding glass door. “What are you doing?” Alexi asked, resuming her desperate dance. “There’s a spot in the yard between the fence and some bushes that’s totally hidden. You should be able to pop a squat there without anyone seeing.” Alexi was so stunned she stopped moving. “You want me to pee on the side of his house?” She hissed. “Ideally, you’d aim away from the house.” Layla shrugged, “But yeah.” Alexi stared at her. Sure, this was an emergency, but peeing outside? In her friend’s yard, no less? “Unless you want to try the queue and risk walking home in wet knickers.” Alexi glanced down the hall. She wasn’t sure she could even make it to the bathroom door, much less wait in line. She shivered at the thought. “Ok.” She relented. “But you’re sure it’s safe?” “As long as you’re quick, I promise, no one will notice.” Alexi couldn’t imagine going slow at a time like this. Layla slid the door open and scanned the yard. It was empty and mostly dark, lit only by the nearby street lights. She stepped outside and beckoned her bursting girlfriend to follow. Alexi waddled after her, both hands firmly between her thighs. Layla shut the door, then led Alexi to a corner of the yard. Directly beneath one of the windows was a small patch of dirt enclosed by the bushes, the house, and the fence with just enough room for a person to squat down. “Ok, luv, turn around and let’s get that costume off before you wee yourself.” Alexi didn’t have time to complain about Layla’s choice of words. She just stood in the dirt, facing the side of the house, trying to stay as still as possible to make Layla’s job easier. She felt Layla’s hands sliding against her upper back, sending tingles down Alexi’s spine. Usually, this was a good thing. Right now, it just made her want to let go even more. “Where’s the zipper?” Layla asked. “Under the neck ruffles. There’s a flap that covers it.” Alexi felt Layla reach under her collar. “Got it!” Layla shouted. “Please hurry!” Alexi pleaded. She twisted her legs together. Her breathing became heavier. A chill ran through her entire body. This was going to be close. The zipper smoothly glided down Alexi’s back. The fabric loosened its grip on her. “You’re good to go!” Layla said with a chuckle. “Keep a lookout, ok?” “Of course. It’s my job to preside over the Nile.” Layla joked. Alexi didn’t process that quip. She didn’t have the time. Alexi grabbed the fabric around her shoulders and began pulling the bodysuit down as quickly as possible. The top half came off without much resistance, leaving Alexi’s upper body exposed aside from the detached hood and a sports bra. Now, there was one last big hurdle to clear. In order to get the outfit the rest of the way down, Alexi would need to spread her legs. She was afraid her clenched thighs were the only thing holding back the flood. Alexi took a deep breath and shoved her right hand down the front of her costume. She slid her hand over the front of her panties and held on for dear life. With her left arm, Alexi grabbed a handful of the spandex between her legs. In a flash, she parted her legs and pulled her costume down to her knees. Alexi wrapped the empty part of the suit around her left arm and held it up as high as she could, hoping to keep it clear of the splash zone. With one last, deep, breath, Alexi pulled down her underwear, exposing her quivering womanhood just in time for a spurt of pee to shoot onto the ground. Alexi used her right hand to lift her panties out of the way and fell into a deep squat. While she was still lowering herself, she lost her last bit of control. A powerful stream exploded out of her, tracing a line in the dirt. Once Alexi was in position, the spray settled into an arc that reached nearly three feet in front of her. Between the two women, the only sounds were the loud hiss of pee shooting out from between Alexi’s thighs and the roar of this urine impacting against the dirt. Soon, these sounds were joined by a scattered trickle as Alexi continued to expel liquid faster than the ground could absorb it. Alexi held her breath as she tried to steady herself, making sure she held her clothes far enough away. It would be a shame for her to come so far and last so long, only for her clothes to fall into her raging torrent. Once she was confident things were as safe as possible, Alexi looked down at the line of piss flying out of her. She was impressed by how much she had held in and how fast it was coming out. She could see a small divot carved in the dirt where it hit. When she finally breathed out, Alexi’s whole body began to relax. She shivered as goosebumps covered her exposed flesh. She leaned her head back and let out an involuntary moan. “Oh, my! Don’t think I’ve heard you make that sound before.” Layla teased. Alexi couldn’t respond. She was too busy balancing the pleasure of release with the need to keep her body in position. As good as it felt, she had to keep her aim true. Alexi couldn’t let herself get distracted and either fall over or drop her clothes. The surge of urine kept its full pressure for half a minute. Afterward, the stream gradually began to slow down, losing strength and intensity. Alexi shifted her feet as the end of her spray drew closer to its source. Finally, after what must have been more than a minute, Alexi’s waterfall reduced to a small trickle, then a slight drip. Alexi pushed out a few last spurts, then she finally felt empty. She gave one last contented sigh. Alexi felt so much better. There was still a dull throb in her abdomen as her overworked bladder tried to recover. Her legs were starting to burn from squatting for so long. But her relief overpowered all of that. Alexi lifted herself up slightly and glanced back at her girlfriend. Layla was already holding a package of tissues over her shoulder. “Thank you.” Alexi said meekly. Being careful not to drip on her costume, Alexi took a couple tissues and wiped herself. “What do I do with these?” She asked. “They’re biodegradable.” Layla answered, “Just chuck them behind the bushes, luv, they’ll wear away before anyone sees.” “You’re always so prepared.” Alexi said in admiration of her girlfriend’s forethought. Now that she was cleaned up, Alexi pulled her panties up and stood up. She took a few steps back to get clear of her puddle. She couldn’t help but be a little impressed at the small lake she managed to create. “Your knickers still dry?” Layla asked as she helped her girlfriend zip her bodysuit back up. “Y-yeah!” Alexi responded, indignantly. “Good, wouldn’t want them ruined so early.” Once everything was back in place, Alexi whirled around and gave her girlfriend a big hug. “Thank you so much.” She said, nuzzling her head into Layla’s shoulder. “No problem. Just do me one favor…” Layla pulled back and gazed into Alexi’s eyes with a smirk. “Go light on the punch for now.” Layla said, “Wouldn’t want you to pop before the afterparty at my place.” She punctuated this statement with a kiss on Alexi’s forehead. Alexi stared at her, dumbfounded. “Now, let’s get back to the party before people start asking questions.” “R-right!” Alexi said, shaking out of her daze. She was really happy her entire face was painted. Alexi was almost certain she spent the rest of the night blushing.
  16. Greeting, all! This piece was originally written for the 4th week of Omovember 2022. The prompt I chose was "Pay Toilet". Between the corporate dystopia setting, and a recent commission I purchased from jankyJayyy (attached below), the recent Cyberpunk anime seemed like the perfect setting. As always, comments, critiques, and feedback are welcome. Now, enjoy: ____________________ Everything has a price in Night City. Depending on where you’re at in the social ladder, that can be a blessing or a curse. If you’ve got money, you can fulfill all your deepest desires. If you don’t, even the most basic necessities can be hard to come by. When you’re an Edgerunner celebrating the completion of a big job, you could have one hell of a night. Rebecca was doing just that. It had been a night full of dancing, music, and a lot of drinking. The evening had worn into night. Bars were closing and even the busy streets of this corporate city were quieting down. As much fun as they were having, the crew had to wrap it up for the night. “Alright, I’ve got to meet someone about some new chrome tomorrow, so I’m going to try and get some rest.” Maine said, “David, make sure Becca doesn’t get arrested on her way home. We still need her for a job next week.” “Hah hah.” Becca laughed sarcastically, “I can take care of myself. Besides, that last bar was lame! I’m not even drunk at this point!” She finished the last of her drink and crushed the can before tossing it haphazardly into the street. “No worries, Maine.” David responded, “I’ll keep a close eye on her.” “Ooh, keep a close eye on me, huh?” Becca joked, leaning in close to David, “I bet you will.” “Just watching out for a member of the crew.” David dismissed, starting to walk away. “Geeze, you really know how to kill the fun!” Becca pouted before dashing after him. They hadn’t walked more than two blocks before a sudden chill overtook Becca. Now that the party had died down and the adrenaline of a job well done was wearing off, she became very aware of many different sensations in her body. She was tired, her legs hurt, and, most importantly, she desperately needed to pee. She had been drinking and partying at clubs for hours without a single bathroom break. That was catching up to her fast. Rebecca glanced around the desolate streets and spoke up. “Hey, David? Can we stop somewhere? I’ve gotta take a leak.” “Can’t you wait until you get home?” Becca trembled and shoved a hand over her barely-clothed crotch. “N-not really…” They both looked around. Most of the businesses were closed. The few that were open had signs saying restrooms were for paying customers only. Neither of them had much money after the night they had. “Doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of options.” David said plainly, “Do you just want to find an alleyway?” “Not around here!” Becca shouted, “Places like this have cameras all over. Like hell am I going to wind up online, pissing out in the open for any old perv to watch!” “Ok!” David said, recoiling in surprise from Rebecca’s outburst. Becca danced on the spot, frantically shaking her hands at her side. “There’s got to be somewhere to go…” She strained. David thought for a moment, “I think there’s a train station around the corner. There should be a bathroom there.” “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go already!” Becca shouted. She grabbed David’s arm and pulled him along as she sprinted down the street. Just as predicted, they rounded the corner and found a train station a few blocks away. It was practically abandoned, save for a few transients sleeping in the open and a handful of stragglers heading home from work or bars. Becca grit her teeth and marched in place as she frantically scanned the area, eyes wide with panic. Over in the corner, she saw a set of individual stalls with bathroom signs on them. “Jackpot!” She shouted. Becca rushed toward the stalls as quickly as her bursting bladder would allow. She jogged up to the nearest door and turned the handle. It was locked. She tried the next stall over. It was locked, too. And the next, and the next. Rebecca was dumbstruck. How were all of the toilets occupied when this place was so empty? She knocked loudly on the door. No response. Becca gasped and bent forward, shoving a hand between her legs. A sudden wave overtook her, forcing a big spurt into her panties. It seemed some of her drinks from earlier were still filtering through her system and crashing into her bladder. She was really glad she wore dark colors. Her bladder had just fired a warning shot. Time was running out and her patience was running thin. Rebecca forcefully pulled the handle with her free hand and repeatedly kicked the door. “Come on, open up already!” She shouted, “I’m gonna piss myself out here!” This got her the attention of the other people at the station. Still, there was no response from inside the bathroom. “What? Did someone die in there?” She muttered. Rebecca put an ear to the door and listened closely. She didn’t hear anything from the other side of the door. She did, however, hear something from the door itself. There was a buzzer sound when she turned the handle, followed by a quiet, melodic beeping. Becca looked down at the handle and saw a small box with a screen attached to the door. (Photo credit: jankyJayyy) Everything has a price in Night City. In some neighborhoods, that includes the bathrooms. “To use, please deposit §3” was the message on the screen. “What the fuck is this? Three eddies to take a piss?” Becca complained through clenched teeth. She tried to start an electronic transfer. Unfortunately, her cut from tonight’s job hadn’t been sent yet. Her account was drained dry. Soon enough, that might be the only thing of hers that was dry. Becca pulled the hand from between her thighs, twisting her legs together immediately after to make up for the lost pressure. She desperately dug through her coat pockets, hoping to find some spare change she had forgotten about. She knew she had run out of cash a long time ago. She had relied on her crewmates and random flirtatious guys to buy her drinks for the last few bars. But she had to try to find something. What other options did she have? While she didn’t have any money, Rebecca’s pockets weren’t empty. Digging around, she felt a familiar, cold, metallic object. With a whimper, Becca pulled out her gun and aimed it at the lock. She gripped down on her groin with her free hand, bracing for the recoil to shake her bladder. Right before she could pull the trigger, the gun was snatched out of her hand. “What are you doing?” David shouted, holding the weapon out of the short girl’s reach. Becca groaned. “This damn thing needs money! I don’t have anything on me!” “So you thought the next best choice was to shoot it?” “It works for everything else!” “Do you really want breaking a public toilet to be the crime that puts you away?” Another wave assailed Rebecca’s dam. A small leak squeezed past her defenses. She could feel it on her palm. She shoved her other hand between her legs, hoping to keep the flood at bay. “Can you pay for me, then?” She begged, “I swear I’ll get you back!” David’s face softened and he looked down. “I’m still working to repay Maine. Tonight was everything I had to spare.” “Then what am I supposed to do?” Becca whined, shifting from side to side. “I seriously can’t hold it any longer!” Tears welled up in her eyes. Becca didn’t have a lot of shame, but wetting herself in public was a line even she didn’t want to cross. David looked around, then crouched down and put a hand on Becca’s shoulder. “Do you trust me?” He asked. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Becca shouted. Her brain was swimming right now, she couldn’t deal with vague questions like that. “It means hold on tight.” “Wha-” Rebecca’s question was cut off as the world suddenly blurred around her. She was lifted off the ground. The wind rushed through her ears. The force of sudden acceleration pushed her body past its limits. A small stream was squeezed out of her. Her fluids began to overflow her panties and drip down her thighs. Next thing she knew, Becca was being set down in some dark alleyway filled with trash. Her stomach and bladder both lurched. She stumbled as she got back on her feet. Another strong spurt escaped before she could stem the flow. It took a second to process what just happened. David had just used his military-grade cyberware to carry her to a private spot to pee. “What the fuck?” She asked. “I recognized this area.” David explained. “This corner isn’t monitored by anyone. Not a lot of people pass by at this hour. You should be safe here as long as you’re quick.” “Wh-why do you know this?” David blushed, “We can get into that later. Don’t you have something to take care of?” David was right. Becca shook as she waddled over to a nearby wall. She felt another gush of pee flow over her hands. Becca practically leaped the remaining distance and ripped her panties down to her knees. With one hand, she grabbed a nearby bin to stabilize herself. With her other, she reached down and spread her lips. She leaned back and thrust her hips forward. No sooner did Becca get into position than a raging river violently exploded out of her. A sharp hissing filled the air, followed almost immediately by an echoing splatter. An uncontrolled spray shot from Rebecca’s pussy and arced nearly a foot through the air, impacting the wall before pooling onto the street. She felt a downpour of stray urine splashing over her legs. Becca carefully adjusted her position to minimize the collateral damage. “Whew!” Rebecca gave a contented sigh as the tension drained out of her. All the stress of her frantic search began to flow away. For a brief moment, the corporate dystopia around her faded. All that existed in the world was Becca and the absolute bliss of relief. That illusion was quickly shattered by David’s voice. “Standing up? I didn’t know you had that kind of equipment.” He muttered loud enough for Rebecca to overhear. She turned her head slightly to see him in her peripheral vision. David was standing at the entrance to the alley, his back to her. “Enjoying the show, ya gonk?” Becca teased. “Didn’t have you pegged for that kind of perv.” David coughed, caught off guard. “No, it’s not like that!” He shouted, defensively. “Yeah, yeah, whate- Ooh!” Becca’s teasing was cut short by a new sensation. A shiver welled up from her feet to her head. Her pale skin erupted with goosebumps. A new wave of pleasure welled up within her. She had needed to make emergency pit stops before, but it had never felt like this. This was nearly orgasmic. “Mmm.” Rebecca gave one more pleased hum. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, listening as the cacophony of her urination drowned out the ambient sounds of the city. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Rebecca opened her eyes when the splattering began to quiet down. She pressed her hips further forward and forced her pee out as hard as she could, trying to avoid any accidental drips on her shoes. The soaring pleasure scaled down in proportion with her golden waterfall. Gradually, it faded until it was nothing more than a persistent tingle in her nethers. Finally, the alley went silent. Rebecca tried to force out any liquid that might be left over, but got no result. All that was left was the few drips still clinging to her damp lips. She glanced around. There was nothing around her but trash, meaning nothing she could wipe with. Becca shrugged. Her panties were already drenched, a few more drops wouldn’t hurt. She leaned forward, struck by the empty feeling in her stomach. Becca’s panties fought to cling to her skin as she gradually slid them up. She shivered as they made contact with her sensitive privates. She looked down at her legs to inspect the damage. Her inner thighs glistened in the neon lights of the city. There was a subtle sheen to her panties. Her hands were soaked. At least her shoes looked fine. Becca looked up to inspect the target of her spray. There was a large splatter mark around waist height on the wall. From there, it split off into several thick lines, cascading down to the ground where it settled into a puddle nearly two feet across. Rebecca gave a satisfied chuckle. She alway said she would leave her mark on this city. Becca joined David at the mouth of the alleyway. “All better?” He asked. “So much better.” Becca sighed, adding a contented stretch for emphasis. “But,” She added, poking David on the forehead, “That was the dumbest use of a Sandevistan I’ve ever seen!” “It solved the problem, didn’t it?” David responded, pushing Becca’s hand away. Becca blushed as she saw David quizzically inspect his hand. She shoved her own hands into her pockets, self-conscious. She had forgotten to dry them off! David shrugged and wiped his hand on his pants. “Ready to get going, then?” “Y-yeah…” Becca stammered, “I should probably get home. I definitely just broke the seal and I don’t want to do this again.” They walked quietly for a few blocks. Becca nudged David with her shoulder. “Thanks, ya gonk.” She said quietly. “Don’t mention it.” This genuine display of affection made Rebecca uncomfortable. She chuckled slightly. “Maybe I should look into one of those cyber bladder enhancements when I get home.” She joked. “Eh, I heard those aren’t worth the price.” “Well, neither is a public toilet, apparently.”
  17. It's been too long! But here is Part 3 to my series Golden College Days! PART 1: HERE PART 2: HERE Chapter 3: A Break From Studying Summary: Steven studies for midterms with Laney and Tia, but their overindulgence of caffeine and sweet drinks catches up to Steven and Laney. --------- Steven guessed that after last week he had gotten what he wanted. Which was for everything to go as it usually did and focus on studying for midterms this week. Last week he met a girl and after an embarrassing moment they shared, Steven drove her home when she was too intoxicated to go home alone. Her name was Lily Gardner, but Steven didn’t see her around after that. He hoped that she was okay because he saw her get home safely, but he hasn’t seen her on campus. At the same time, he assumed she must have been busy because it was midterms week. That was the most logical reason because he, Tia and Laney had been studying all week. And all three of them equally disliked studying. It just wasn’t their thing, and yet here they were still stuck on the same problems as they all sat together at a table. Each of them holding nervous yet determined and confused looks on their faces. “I HATE THIS!!” Suddenly Tia shouted rather loudly as she threw her hands up in the air. She said exactly what Steven and Laney were thinking. “Keep it together T! We have plenty of time to study!” Laney attempted to make her feel better by being optimistic, even though she was a bit nervous too. And hyped up on caffeine after guzzling drink after drink to keep herself stimulated and avoid getting drowsy or bored. Tests weren’t his strong suit so she needed to be awake. “The exam’s in 12 hours!” Tia reminded her somewhat loudly, apparently, she was still stuck in shouting mode. Laney wasn’t bothered though, in fact the only thing that did bother her was the fact that Tia was absolutely right. They didn’t have as much time as she thought. And what especially bothered her was the fact that she needed to pee. A lot. She and her friends were downing soda after soda, with some water and tea brought by Tia to keep hydrated and energized so they could study without nodding off. However, because Laney and Steven were both athletes who drank a lot to stay hydrated, her bladder had gotten pretty full and she found herself needing relief. She squirmed and wiggled her knees in her seat as she thought about how she had to go quite a bit and felt that it was probably time to get up. And she was going to announce her need until Steven spoke up. “But we got all this other stuff from the store, right? See ladies I think if we just keep on eating and drinking, this stuff will start making more sense. After all, don’t they say that you think better when you’re eating and drinking well?” Steven somewhat anxiously explained. He didn’t know if it made any sense because while he considered himself a logical person, he wasn’t so logical when nervous. Tia and Laney were very nervous too, and it made him kind of nervous too. Or maybe he was also hyped up on too much caffeine and juice and soda. He ate a lot of sugar and drank a lot of sugary drinks, because it was hard to stop eating and drink sweet stuff when you have nothing but sweet stuff in front of you and with test review papers that seemed to do nothing but stress you out. Except now all that sugary sweetness made its way into his bladder and he was starting to realize that he was in need of a piss, but there was no way he was going to tell Tia or Laney. “Huh good point, we still have plenty of sour straws, chocolate bars, a bag of scones from Starbucks after we got Starbucks…” The dirty blonde would have teased him, but they all had the same goal to make sure this studying would pay off. If anyone hated studying the most it was Laney, and she got some decent grades but it didn’t mean she enjoyed staring at papers for hours. Hell, she didn’t even see the point of test-taking given that it was just a way for big corporations to make money and unfairly judge people on how well they can bubble in the write answers rather than their thought process. “Argh! I need more sweets! I can’t think without them! I ate all the Oreos too…” Tia whined as she plopped her head on the table. She wasn’t good at studying, but at least neither Steven or Laney were any better. It’s just that Tia was definitely the worst at studying because she had even less of an attention span than her friends did. “There, there…” Laney consoled her by patting her on the head as she crossed one leg over the other as she tried her hardest not to openly squirm. But she definitely needed to get up for a piss. “I know what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna go get some donuts from Dunkin Donuts and maybe we’ll be able to think. A couple of coffees from the Starbucks! That’s what helps right?” Tia suddenly picked her head up after an impulsive thought came to her head. Steven swore he saw sparkles in her eyes when she mentioned coffee and donuts. Coffee wasn’t his favorite beverage, but he liked other drinks even though he didn’t want a drink at the moment. His bladder didn’t need anymore liquid now that he felt the fullness just sitting in between his legs. He should probably go soon before it becomes obvious as he crossed one leg over the other, almost unknowingly mimicking Laney. “Right! That’s a good idea! You should definitely do that, because I could use a donut right now, might be the sugar high speaking but please Tia…” Steven won’t admit it, but if he waits for Tia, it means he won’t have to stare at his papers for a while. He was tired, he was kind of hungry, and he had to pee too. He stared over at the empty Starbucks cups, cans of soda, water bottles and juice boxes, along with an assorted mess of chip bags and candy wrappers. Living proof of college students who had too much time on their hands but doing their best to try and actually work hard. Steven felt that he, Laney and Tia worked hard enough for a little bit though, so they deserved a box of donuts and a couple of more coffees. “Hell yeah! Oh maybe get a muffin too while you’re at it. I think we’ve earned the extra sugar…” Laney chuckled a little bit, bouncing in her seat as she masked her need with excitement. Tia thankfully was too caught up in the impulse to notice as she nodded with an exaggerated grin. “Gotcha! Sit back and relax and we’ll definitely have a little break… I’ll be right back… but maybe clean this mess up a bit? Just because we’re studying doesn’t mean we should be slobs! I know this is mostly you guys’ mess!” She put her hands on her hips and lightly scolded her friends because she threw away her trash, but Steven and Laney sure didn’t. Steven chuckled nervously as Laney fidgeted with a sheepish smile, the two of them nonverbally agreeing to clean the mess as Tia grabbed her purse and keys. “Be careful T, you don’t want me to come with?” Steven had to ask before Tia could go off for her little trip. “Nope! I’m good! I’ve got my taser and mace! I’ll be totally fine I promise. You worry too much! A lady like me can take care of myself ya know?” Tia reassured him and asserted her own independence, and that was all Steven needed to hear as he nodded. “All right, cool, cool you know what to do.” He gave her a thumbs up and a smile. Secretly he was glad she didn’t want him to come because then he would have to wait to come back to pee. Tia was significantly more feminine than Laney was, so Steven was just a little bit shyer around her. At least when it came to announcing personal needs like this, even if he’s done it before for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud at the moment. Until Lily’s blushing face flashed in his mind and the image of her urinating played in his head. Her amber, hissing stream that splattered into the grass and the fact that he saw it flowing from between her legs… Steven bit his bottom lip when he realized what he was thinking about. Why the hell did that come back to mind?! “Atta girl! See you soon!” Thank God Laney spoke up and distracted Tia before they could see Steven’s face. The last thing he needed was some teasing because then they’d pry and pry until they eventually get the truth out of him. Steven just couldn’t lie to them, even when he wanted to. Which is why he definitely needed to try and just keep it hidden from them and ignore the fact that watching a girl piss in front of him gave him an erection. He didn’t even have that kind of kink! Or any sort of kink! At least he thought so, he had an idea of what was attractive and sexy, but piss wasn’t one of them. Yet he was still trying to think about what force possessed him to become aroused at the sight of a cute girl peeing in front of him and admiring the stream flowing from between her legs and-. ‘No, no, no! Dammit! What’s wrong with me?!’ “Okay byeeeeeee I’ll be back~!” Tia happily waved to the two of them as Steven perked up and raised his hand to robotically wave back at her. Acting as completely normal as possible, and he praised himself for doing so as he smiled widely. Tia didn’t seem to notice though as she left her two friends and closed the door, making Laney feel just a little bit nervous. She didn’t have Tia around to act as a buffer and now she was going to have to act quickly before Steven has a chance to tease her if he finds out that she needed to pee. She’s been open about her needs of course but there were times even Laney felt embarrassed about that kind of thing since Steven really knew how to tease her sometimes. But she can handle it, she didn’t mind the teasing since she knew how to dish it back. Steven was fairly easy to embarrass too, and for some reason he actually looked kind of embarrassed too. “You okay there Stevie?” She asked with real concern since his face looked a little bit flushed and he was obviously forcing a smile. He gasped quietly when Laney did pick up on his strange behavior. Just when he thought he had it hidden well, Laney figured it out. Of course she did. “I-I’m fine!” He stammered like an idiot and he could see Laney looking at him somewhat suspiciously as he realized he quickly needed to say something, anything before she could point out anything. “I just have to… pee! That’s it! Haha, too much drinks ya know? Sheeeeeeeesh…” Steven quickly saved face but started to blush even more when he said it outloud. He’s announced his needs before but it was always a little bit embarrassing and even more so in front of Laney. He already prepared for the teasing as he saw her perk up and grin. “Ohhhhhh~ You gotta pee? Is that it? Hahaha! We DID drink too much energy drinks and soda… guess it’s too much for your bladder huh?” Laney couldn’t help but tease him, he just looked so cute and funny when he was flustered like that. And he looked even cuter when he started blushing in embarrassment and narrowing his eyes at her. “Tch, well obviously! That’s what happens when you drink at least 3 different energy drinks and a whole thing of soda!” He exclaimed and just made Laney laugh even more. “No duh! Ah… funny that you mention that because I actually have to pee too.” Laney couldn’t lie and she didn’t lie, so she admitted that she had to go too. And now she was the one who was blushing a little bit. Which surprised Steven as he looked a little bit closer when he thought she looked even just a little bit embarrassed. “Ha! So that makes two of us… it’s too much for your bladder too eh?” It was Steven’s turn to tease as he smirked at her mischievously, making her cheeks heat up a little bit as she grunted in annoyance. Yet she couldn’t lie, she liked it when they teased each other like this. It just felt natural and like them. “I can hold more than you! But I think it wouldn’t be good for either of us to keep it up. So I’m gonna go first.” Laney refused to admit defeat, so instead she opted to claim that she deserved to use the toilet first. Besides if it meant getting to see her sweet Stevie squirm then that would be a bonus. However, Steven had no intention of being so polite as he scoffed and laughed, “Not a chance Lanes. You think I’d be that nice? Nah… I mean I know people say to let ladies first but I’m a feminist and I believe that ladies can wait their turn without needing to be told to go first, so I’m gonna go first.” He moved quickly and headed towards the bathroom, but Laney bumped right into him and put her hand over his cheek. “Ladies first is outdated! I’m only going first because I said I get to go first and it’s got nothing to do with me being a lady, it’s got to do with me when I say I’m not letting you go first!” She somewhat ranted as she and Steven grunted and tried in vain to push each other away despite the jostles it was giving to their full bladders. Laney kept her thighs squeezed together while Steven did his best to remain stiff even with the girl trying to push him away. He didn’t like the idea of being rough with her but Laney could take it, and besides he wasn’t really being rough given that he needed to have a pee and he felt his actions were totally justified. “Well I’m not letting YOU go first either!” He exclaimed as their shoulders were pressed together in their little squabble on the way to the bathroom. Steven kept his hands to himself though, not wanting to accidentally grab anything even if he tried to shove her aside. Laney wasn’t letting up though, she used all her upper body strength and her arms to keep Steven from getting ahead as the two grunted and shouted in unison. All Laney had to do was sneakily use her free hand to push him, and move a leg up to move herself forward as Steven felt himself being shoved back as the dirty blonde girl lunged towards the room with a big smile on her face. “Sucker!” She laughed victoriously as Steven’s eyes went wide and he clenched his fists angrily and let out an aggravated shout. “Ack! Laney! You sneak!” He should have seen that coming, Laney always played dirty tricks that she claimed were ‘strategies’ even though he didn’t see it as such. He preferred playing fair and using his own merit, but Laney complained that sometimes for girls they have to use their wits and other resources in order to go against anyone bigger than them. Which he understood but not in this situation where he wanted to take a simple piss! “Sure seems fair to me!” Laney giggles as she locks the door quickly before going over to the front of the toilet, quickly she unzipped her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties, letting them fall to the floor as she quickly stepped forward and kicked them aside so her lower half was all bare. However, she didn’t sit down because that’s actually not what Laney did whenever she had to pee. Sitting down wasn’t the way she did it, instead she lifted the lid and carefully stood in front of it. She brought her hands down to her privates, spreading her vulva as she bent her knees ever so slightly for aim. Almost immediately a sudden and loud jet of piss burst forth, but flowed right into the porcelain thanks to Laney's aiming. Soon quickly followed by an even more audible stream of gold that loudly splashed and pummeled the toilet’s water. PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH!! “Ahhhhhhhhh~…” Laney sighed shamelessly in relief as she pissed hard and strongly without much effort, watching her stream arc straight into the water as the forceful volume of splashing filled the small room. Her flow of piss was more like a tiny waterfall in terms of strength and pressure as she stood proudly and closed her eyes, letting out more soft pants of relief as this euphoria took over her. She overdid it with all the energy drinks and caffeine but sometimes it was worth it when she got to feel this good and relieve a full bladder. ‘Oh my god it feels so good…’ It was a secret she hadn’t told Tia or Steven, and there’s no way in hell she would yet. These two were the kids she’s grown up since third grade, her best friends. They graduated together! Yet she didn’t want to tell them yet because she didn’t feel the need to yet. And besides they were both somewhat dramatic when Laney preferred to keep things lowkey. Tia was a super girly girl who probably wouldn’t understand this kind of thing, and she’d probably freak out and experience secondhand embarrassment which would then make Laney feel embarrassed. And she didn’t want to think about how Steven might react since he was so easily embarrassed as well. Laney didn’t feel embarrassed about it, but her friend’s embarrassment ironically gave HER secondhand embarrassment. But Laney liked doing this. Peeing standing up was not only a huge accomplishment for her but it was actually pretty fun and entertaining too, it was something she got to experiment and play around with in private. It’s one thing she felt proud to do since it wasn’t a very common skill. She’s been well versed in the world of misogyny as a young lady who played sports, watched sports, worked at a few food service places and retail stores that were mostly run by men and played video games, card games and did a little bit of live action roleplay as well. Laney never missed an opportunity to play around with ‘the big boys’ and best them at any sort of competition. And peeing standing up was just another one of those many things that she felt she could do better. Of course, she’s never actually played a legitimate pissing contest before but one day she might just take some hapless dork on the challenge just to show them that anything a man can do, a girl like Laney Hawthorne can do better. And feel better too. There was something even more satisfying being able to piss standing up as her stream went on and on. The pressure pausing then building up again as she continued to spray her flood, the noise not tapering off just yet. Laney sighed as she smiled at the sight, swaying her hips just a little as she played a bit with her piss. Perhaps it was a silly thing to do, but Laney didn’t care. This was a secret way she enjoyed herself and she wasn’t quite ready to be judged about it. And it felt amazing that she felt a little shiver go down her back in relief. How could she complain when she had this sweet relief from pissing? At least that’s what she thought as she remained oblivious to the fact that her friend outside could hear more than she thought. Meanwhile, Steven cringed when he heard loud sounds of water? That was definitely water, except when he realized it was coming from the bathroom, along with a very vocal, relieved sigh coming from Laney, his cheeks burned hot. That wasn't the sink, but he thought it WAS for a second with how loud it was. ‘Laney is… pissing!!’ He realized with slight dread as he could very much hear the unabashed splashing from outside. That was Laney’s piss? How much did she even drink? How could she even piss so hard? He thought as his face was burning badly and he took a step back, covering his mouth as he tried to tune out the sound. Which was impossible because somehow the sheer sound of Laney’s piss managed to cut through the door. Steven wondered even though he knew he shouldn’t have even been thinking about it. He’s never once entertained the idea of Tia or Laney peeing, he knew they did because everyone did but never in a perverted sense! Yet he could hear Laney, the loud bubbling sound of water hitting water in what sounded like a strong spray of gushing piss. Suddenly images of Lily came back to his mind. The way she stood in front of him, piss flowing from between her legs as the sound of gushing fluid spattered onto the grass. Only know the sound he remembered was being literally drowned out by Laney’s audible spray. Why the hell was he even comparing the two?! ‘Agh…! Something is wrong with me… thinking about… about pee!’ Steven bemoaned as he covered his ears and had to find a place to sit down, almost trying to fight every single image and sound his brain was trying to conjure up. Yet he couldn’t stop thinking about it, hearing Laney pee and remembering how Lily peed was driving him crazy. He couldn’t have been fixated on this, he couldn’t have… That wasn’t normal. He thought, not hearing the sound of a toilet flushing and unaware that the door had opened shortly afterwards as a very relieved Laney let out a huge, shameless sigh of relief as she exited the bathroom. “Ah so much better… okay~. Loser can go second~ Hope you didn’t pee yourself… Steven?” Laney finally saw the state he was in as he flinched and let out a startled shout. “WHA-HUH?!” He comically screamed with wide eyes which made Laney recoil in surprise. Her friends were very expressive so she was used to it, but it was still kind of funny when they got so loud like this. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you hear me? I said losers can go second.” She used her typical playful tone as she pointed to the bathroom, completely oblivious to what Steven was really thinking. ‘Oh I heard you all right…’ He discreetly thought as he couldn’t even muster up any feelings of competitiveness as he stood up and forced a laugh. “HA! Second… you’re a sneaky cheater Lanes! But I will accept this second place because second is almost first!” Steven pointed at her as he managed to somehow act normal even though his cheeks were flushed and he kept his pelvis turned just in case he got semi-hard from all of his swirling thoughts about piss. “Oh my God you’re such a dork…” Laney just laughed at this thought, she had no idea what was up with him but it was hilarious as she watched him close the door. He was so cute. She sighed at the thought as she decided to go back to the table and wait for Tia and think about how she should mess with Steven another time. Steven couldn’t even begin to think about anything like that though, even though he was in the bathroom in front of a toilet where he could finally pee, there’s no way he could now. He was a little bit aroused and the worst part was that he was aroused just thinking about how two girls peed. One right in front of him and another just outside where he could hear. And then he began to wonder, would Laney be able to hear him piss? The thought sounded mortifying even though Steven’s never had that type of issue before, at least not that he could remember. He and his friends don’t just talk about how they piss in front of each other since normal people don’t piss in front of each other, let alone have a discussion about that. That was super private no matter how many times Laney gave them too much information about how bad she had to pee or how she wanted to take a piss somewhere other than a toilet when she really had to go. But Laney wasn’t a normal person so Steven brushed that off. What the hell was he going to do now? Especially now as he unzipped his pants and realized how semi-hard he was. He couldn’t believe this, he wasn’t some sort of pervert was he? Or was this a fixation? No. No way, he refused to entertain that thought. Steven didn’t like the idea of kink-shaming and he never did, but he didn’t want to think maybe he would be into anything so… vulgar and explicit. And worse, about his friend?! And a nice girl he met a while back, what would that say about him? He wasn’t sure but he needed to do something about this boner. “Come on… let me think about… something awful and… terrible and just not appealing in the slightest…” If he willed it to go down then he thought he would be okay. Disgusting, horrible things like… deforestation and littering. Garbage that he remembers someone dumped all over him in middle school, how mad he was and how disgusted he was because it was all full of milk and some other thing he couldn’t identify in their school lunches. And when Tia foolishly took up Laney’s challenge at the rollercoaster in freshman year! When they ate so much corn dogs and chili that Steven felt nauseous just thinking about it. Laney told them whoever can ride the rollercoaster without puking after a bunch of junk food would get 100 dollars. Poor Tia lost horribly but at Laney and Steven’s expense since her juicy, chili-ed red and somehow greenish yellow vomit got all over them in spews and chunks that it made Steven puke shortly afterwards. How Laney somehow endured all of that without vomiting he’ll never know. “Ugh…” There it was, the queasy feeling in his stomach that was now weighing down on his full bladder, making him remember that he really needed to pee and right now! “Ah…! I have to go!” He thought outloud, crossing one ankle over the other as he realized that the seat was still down, so he lifted it up. At least until he cringed in automatic disgust when he felt something wet on his fingertips, it was small but enough to where Steven knew it was something that probably shouldn’t have been there. “What the fuck?” Was that piss?! Did Laney seriously piss hard enough to leave tinkle sprinkle on the seat? That’s usually what he did! And a guy thing! Girls did that too?! ‘Gross… what the hell Lanes? Then again… that’s so like her, definitely a manly woman…’ Steven didn’t know the half of it, but he assumed that Laney’s bathroom habits weren’t exactly charming either. He admired that she defied gender norms by acting just as masculine as the guys would while retaining what femininity she had, but leaving pee on the toilet seat was still gross! He recoiled in disgust as he wiped the bit of wetness off his fingers by rubbing it on the side of his pants. Nasty. Although Steven wouldn’t lie and tell himself he’s never done that before by accident. Tia’s even smacked him a couple of times with her sandal when he did. So out of courtesy he grabbed some toilet paper real quick to wipe it off. He was definitely not going to make that mistake though as he quickly pulled himself out so he could finally go because he needed to go. His cock was thankfully limp now that he remembered one of the grossest things in his life. And to think something disgusting saved him right now and made him feel so good as the added disgust of touching tinkle sprinkle aided him as he released his own stream into the bowl. Pssssssssssshhhhhh “Ah…” Steven couldn’t help but sigh heavily in relief, shoulders slumping as he felt relieved in many different ways. His bladder was emptying, he didn’t have to worry about having an erection in front of his best friends and he felt normal now that wasn’t thinking about piss at the moment. Other than his own as he stared down at his stream, it was strong enough for him to think it was healthy. Not weak or a dribble so he wasn’t having any physical issues yet. He was still young after all. He only hoped he wasn’t terribly loud, it made noise like it usually did of course but not like Laney, she pissed like she had an ocean stored in her bladder. “Ugh…” Steven shuddered when he thought about it, even though it really bothered him for some reason. Albeit not in a bad way, he just couldn’t shake the feeling off. The only feeling he could revel in is how good he felt now that he got to piss. He wasn’t even holding in that much, and yet he felt immensely relieved as he watched the water turn yellow as he kept peeing, God he really had too much caffeine. If he had drunk more water his urine would be a little clearer. He and Laney usually drank water but even they needed their treats, especially when they were stressed out with upcoming tests and everything. He would have to make sure that they don’t overdo it though, last thing he wanted was for him or Laney to pick up any bad habits. Maybe she would agree to that if he talked to her about it. Even though that’s gonna be an awkward conversation. “Phew… at least nothing’s burning I guess…” Steven thought outloud as he watched the rest of his piss jet into the bowl and slowly peter out. A small shudder running down his spine before he shook off the small drops before flushing the toilet. However, Steven made sure to wipe down any pee that got on the toilet seat because he was a civilized person who cleaned pee off toilet seats. And he made sure to wash his hands too so he wasn’t extra gross, but he knew Laney wasn’t that gross either. “Ah… relief…” He came out with a pleased sigh, not unlike how Laney did earlier as she perked up and smirked when he came out. “All better bud?” She asked him with her hands on her cheeks as she sat back at their table, and Steven couldn’t help but chuckle and smile. “Yes I do as a matter of fact… I think I had a BIT too much caffeine…” He nervously giggled and Laney couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah? Ah same… that’s why I had to piss so bad… stuff goes right through you, more than water but that’s just caffeine for you, ironically dehydrates you more than anything.” Laney shrugged and was quite understanding and didn’t make fun of Steven for that. She actually agreed with him and he couldn’t help but feel relieved in another sense. He thought it would be awkward but then he remembered that it was kind of hard for anything to be awkward around Laney. And then he remembered that’s why he liked her so much, and why she was a good friend to him. “Yeah there's water in soda, it’s a shame it tastes good… and a shame that it gives us that extra boost of energy… but uh ya know it’s okay in moderation I guess, we’ll just keep an eye on what we drink and make sure we don’t overdo it eh?” Steven nudged her playfully in the shoulder, and she let out a laugh as he saw the big smile on her face. “Yeeeeah totally! We’re still athlete's after all, can’t let ourselves go! But you’d look pretty cute if you had a little tummy on ya.” Laney then teasingly pinched the soft part of Steven’s stomach as he let out a small yelp at the surprise squeeze. She was obviously playing with him of course but that was a nervous spot that made him blush terribly. “GACK! Lanes! I mean THANKS but still! I won’t let myself go, or at least not to where I wake up feeling like crap… and you’d better not either because too much junk will mess us up.” Thankfully they agreed with each other, and just opted to keep trying to make good choices even as stress gradually builds up. However, right as they made this decision is when Tia decided to come back in with a box full of donuts and a tray with three cups that consisted of either coffee or juice. “I’m baaaaaack! And I brought donuts!” She chirped as Steven and Laney glanced at each other knowingly, trying not to laugh at the irony of this whole thing as Tia looked endearingly bewildered. “What’d I miss?” “Nothing! I’m ready for a powdered donut!” Laney happily said as she knew Tia got all their favorites as Steven snickered and opted to grab one of the juices while Laney took a coffee, a sweet vanilla bean cold coffee at that. So much for good choices. At least for tonight, they can go back to being hydrated and healthy tomorrow. Steven was just happy that things felt back to normal for the most part since he could enjoy Tia and Laney’s couple, thinking that what strange thoughts were plaguing him were just thoughts. That’s it that’s all and that’s what he told himself. As for Laney, well she was happy to see Steven and Tia looking happy too in spite of how much testing they had to do. It was a change for all of them and yet her feelings hadn’t changed, and she couldn’t help but think maybe, just maybe she’ll find a way to be more honest about those feelings. ‘Hmm… maybe someday I’ll tell Steven… maybe.’
  18. Hey guys, this is my first time sharing a personal experience here other than my fear wetting accidents. So if you guys know me i am mostly into fear wettings, but not quite into the normal omorashi stuff. Today i felt like i am getting to like it more, i was just having fun. Tbh i was too tired to get up and use the bathroom and i was playing a Truth or Dare game with my good friend here @DerekOmoso he often dares me to hold it if i am desperate. So i was like why not. I held it for a few hours but was starting to get desperate when finally he dared me to leak a little bit. I was wearing sweatpants then and decided i’d take on the dare. And started leaking a little bit until a little damp spot appeared. Then i was like fuck it i am gonna go all in and empty my whole bladder in my sweatpants just for the naughty feeling i’d feel. So i went into my bathtub and started fully wetting my sweatpants. The warmth felt really good and funny actually as it flowed and leaked down to my feet. I think i liked it. I stayed a few minutes in my sweatpants then showered and went back to my normal life lol. When i often wet myself it’s due to an accident, or because of a fearful situation because my bladder is small. But i found out it feels entirely different when i do it on purpose. I guess that’s pretty much it, just decided to share my experience here, thoughts? ^_^
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  20. View File Wetting a drug store diaper Working in the attic and didn't want the hassle of having to come down every time I needed to pee. So today is a diaper day even though it wasn't really for play. Submitter tw82 Submitted 11/29/2022 Category Male  
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    A schoolgirl with her hands bound is teased by her capture until she wets herself. Sometimes the schoolgirls don't full empty their bladders when they wet themselves so the man will remove their panties and have them pee on a pee mat. ***Screenshots are in order of the files*** ***3 Screenshots per file*** In the Uncut files after she gets done wetting herself the man will give her a diaper to put on and have her give him a blowjob. Enjoy
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