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  1. Alex Oxford

    Other Cam Models?

    Hi everyone, For a minute now there has been a thread for a a cam girl, and several other models have been mentioned in that thread. However, due to the nature of the thread, and some of the rules imposed by moderators, the links and references to other models were removed, which I perfectly understand. However, I still remain curious has to who these other cam models are. Are there other cam models that are willing to do omo content? And if so, who? While I understand there may be rules that apply to this request, as there were before due to the issues that came up, I think it would be great to know the other individuals in the industry that are willing to put omo content on their shows. I'm definitely interested in knowing who else is out there, and if the other thread was not appropriate for mentioning them, perhaps this one will be, as long as there are no objections :)
  2. BurstingStory

    female Anna's Experiment

    Sitting in her biology class, high school senior Anna was feeling quite bored. She had only a month or so remaining of school, but was completely burned out by this time, and no longer wanted anything to do with school work. It was her last year of school, and she simply wanted to leave to go to college, having already been accepted to a small college by her house. Anything beat sitting in the dull high school classrooms all day. Anna was a bit of a quiet girl, she never really volunteered in class and sat at the back of the room every chance she got. Her appearance alone seemed to back this fact up. She had straight brown hair that stretched down towards her shoulder, to go along with her slim frame. She wore glasses that made her look a bit nerdy, which didn't help her popularity factor at all with other girls. Despite everything, Anna was a fairly smart girl, but found little reason to try in class. She received average grades most of her life, even though her parents were always on her case about putting in a bit more effort. However, in the past semester, Anna was completely zoned out. She had a D in the class, which was very unlike her, despite her high intelligence. With only a month remaining left of class, she had to bring it up, or risk potentially getting rejected from her college for not maintaining her grades. Anna did her best to try and raise her grade, but she couldn't bring herself to pay attention in class, and she did poorly on tests. However, there was one final project for the class, which was a very high percentage of the overall grade. The teacher was explaining the project that would be imperative for their grades. They were all assigned an organ in the body that had an important function. The students would have to do some project on it, but it had to be unique, and that was left up to the students. Soon, after the teacher rattled off everyone in the class, she called Anna's name. Anna picked her head up a bit and listened closely. "Anna your project will be on the human bladder..." The teacher announced as she rattled off the rules of the project. "And to finish...this project is 10 percent of your overall grade for the class...so do keep that in mind." She cautioned as the bell rung for the end of the day. Anna got up and followed the herd out as she got in her car and drove home. Anna returned home and she went up to her room. She set her backpack down and laid down on her bed, wondering what to do for her project. It was nagging her as she had no idea what to do for it. The human bladder? What was she supposed to do with that? She thought for a while, laying on her bed while trying to think of ideas of what to do. As she got up to go to the bathroom, an idea suddenly sprouted in her head. What if she did an experiment that would test how long she could her bladder, and report her findings? It sure sounded weird, but it was certainly creative and Anna was positive that nobody would think of anything similar. She thought over it briefly, and decided on it. She went to the bathroom to secure an empty bladder and started gathering her materials. It would certainly be an interesting night. A few minutes later, Anna returned with her supplies for her experiment. She had several bottles of water, a towel and her laptop. She planned to record how much she drank, how long she had been holding for, and how she felt as she held. She had no idea how long this would last, but she was determined to make it count. As the hour hand reached six, Anna started to drink her first bottle, and her experiment started. (This was just an idea that popped in my head today, and I decided to write a brief starter. If you guys enjoy it enough, I'll continue. Let me know what you think!)
  3. This is a story I have written based very loosely on real events and real people. Names have been changed (obviously) and most of it is pulled out of my own imagination. Not all of it though. Hope you enjoy. Its also my first story so any constructive feedback is appreciated to help me find my writing style. This story contains female wetting and messing. If there is any demand, I might release a version without the messing. It's not full on scat though. You have been warned. Part 1. The start of something beautiful. It was a glorious day when it happened. I was on a diving course, 11 guys and one girl learning to be commercial scuba divers through Herriot Watt University. 12 students in Orkney pissing up at night and diving all day. Naturally everyone gave Samantha a ridiculous amount of attention, all accept my own introverted self. Imagine my surprise at being buddied with her by the instructors. Lucky or what? And she was beautiful. Long raven black hair, mischievous brown eyes, full lips capable of the cutest little pout or the wickedest grin. And the body. At my 1.8 meters she stood as tall as my nose. Slight, tight little body, smallish breasts, legs showing off her runners physique and an ass that would give Kylie Minogue a run for her money. At 22 she was perfect. And normally I couldn't get near her. With all the others sniffing round, not to mention the instructors and the locals in Stromness where we were staying, I never stood a chance. Then the last week of May I got paired with her out of this blue. My previous buddy with hers. On the Wednesday it happened it was a normal day at the beach, week 3 of the five week course. Weather was dry and warm, or at least as warm as May got in Orkney. I had chatted more with her in three days than the time previous. I'd found out that she had a large family, was from the south of England and preferred metal music much like my own tastes. She was single and concentrating on the course then her final year at university. And she was fucking perfect. Stunning, funny, smart...... I was in love, no doubt about it. We were dressed in our usual rig for drysuit diving. Both in thermals, sweats and tee-shirts. Neither of us looked our best, hair and cloths damp and plastered all over after the first dive of the day. We were relaxing near the minibus having a light lunch waiting the hour or so before our next dive. As we lounged I could see her glance off to the small building at the end of the field we were currently in that contained the toilets we could use. I had learned (as I tend to note these things) that she would be visiting as soon as we were finished eating. She wasn't dancing yet but wasn't far off. We chatted, not about anything in particular but just generic chat designed to pass time. The kind of small talk that normally I hated. Like I said. Introvert. My other dive partner had learned to just let me eat and sit in quiet until we were ready to go in the water again. Not Sam though. She always wanted to talk. We finished our lunch and I expected her to shoot off for a visit to the lady's room but, as the conversation had turned to movies (a passion of mine) I had become more "animated" (as she later put it) so she decided to hold off. She was starting to fidget now but we still had 45 or so minutes. Or so we thought. A shout startled us from our talk about the merits of Indy 3 over 1. The radio had gone off. The boat was on the way back. The current two pairs had been kicked out the water by the lead instructor, Alex. They were coming in and he was pissed. Get ready, we are diving immediately. I saw a look of panic flash across Sam's face. She glanced to the toilets then back to me. "Do you think I have time?" she asked. I frowned. Glancing to sea I could see the rib already bouncing across the waves. "Maybe if you hurry?" She smiled gratefully (what a smile) and went to run off "Oy! You two get down the beach now, Al is coming in and sounds displeased". Robby, another instructor scuppered all her hopes with a single yell. She gave the toilets a longing stare then joined me in jogging to the beach. As the rib pulled up we lined up with the other students as Alex jumped out the boat and stormed up the beach. Que a 10 minute rant about standards, care and attention, awareness and anything else that popped into his head. Threats for 24 hr dive bans for all on top of the bans he handed out on the way in. All over the class idiot (my ex dive buddy) who had wily coyoted into the bottom trying a rapid decent. And though all of it Sam continued to squirm and fidget more and more. Nothing major yet, little flexes like she started to hold herself, a slow foot tap, a slight bead of sweat. Anyone else wouldn't have noticed but I saw the signs. When he finished his rant he glared at us. "Get your stuff and be geared up in 5”. I watched her face drop. No time to do anything. Not even to go behind the van and "pop a squat". She was in trouble now. In silence we jogged back to our spot, all our gear laid out. She eyed our suits. "Stu, I need to go to the loo. Please. I’m desperate." She was pleading with me. I glanced around. Fuck it. For her I could take another bollicking for being a few minutes late. "Quick, go behind the van, I can keep watch" I replied. "I can't!" She a hissed at me. She saw the confusion and hurt in my face. "Sorry, but I need more that a pee. I can't. Not hear. Help me please." "Ok. Run to the loo. I will tell Al we will be late. He can't ban all his dive teams for the day. Just hurry" "Thank you" she gushed as she turned to run off. "Oy! You two. Clock is ticking." She spun on the spot "Fuck you Rob" she cursed while looking around for some miraculous third option. "Just go" I said but she just smiled weakly as she grabbed her suit. "You know what he's like. He can and will ban all his teams and fuck us. Our own fault. Don't worry, I think I will be ok. After all, I'm an honour student. We don't have accidents. Come on. Its not that bad. A quick 30 min under then that’s us for the day." In silence we rigged up. Suit on, zipped up, set and weights strapped in place, hood, mask, the whole nine yards. As we walked down carrying fins and gloves, I could see the sweat on her head that had nothing to do with the gear. Waving to the other team ready to go we pushed through the surf to the boat. As we climbed in I could see her tense up. She saw my worried glance and shook her head slightly. Her breathing slowed as she concentrated on maintaining her poise and dignity. The ride out was the worst. Alex wasn't going slow as we bounced across the rising tide to the 21m marker bouy. Even I felt the jolts in my half empty bladder. As I looked up against the spray I saw her holding her breath, eyes screwed shut. As we slowed to the spot she started gasping. Her eyes flew open and she startled as she reached out and grabbed my arm. I saw a small tear roll down her cheek as she grimaced. She was starting to loose control. "Go" was the single barked command from Alex so we donned mask, gloves and fin before slipping into the water. We didn't hang around. A single fast decent to 21 meters, eyes glued to our gauges, gripping on to our survey gear to carry out a static photography survey of the bottom. I have to hand it to Sam. If it had been me I wouldn't have been anywhere near as co-ordinated. At the bottom we came to a perfect rest 1 meter off the bottom. In the distance was the slowly settling cloud of silt from the first team who incurred Alex's wrath for not being as slick at depth control. The second team was already swimming off, Alex in tow for their navigation exercise. We were alone for now. I grabbed my slate and pencil "You ok?" I wrote. She gave me the thumbs up signal signifying no problem. Not what I meant. We had already exchanged the standard check signals post decent. I pointed to my slate again. I could see her look at me across the half meter gap between us. "Lets get on with it" was her scribbled reply. I searched her eyes through our masks trying to tell but nothing. I shrugged and readied the gear. Fastest survey ever. 15 minutes we were done even with a few pauses by Sam. We finished and immediately ascended to the surface throwing our loose gear into the rib. As we clung on to the side, I whispered to her. "How you doing?" "I don't know. I think I might have peed a little. It might be the suit." Wishful thinking. I know her suit. Leaks at the wrists and left calf. Nothing crotch or thighs. "Don't worry about it." I whispered back. "10 min we will be back in. The other team should be up soon. Let’s climb in." She glanced at me with a smile that was difficult to figure out the emotion behind it. Then I realised. There was no way she would be able to climb into the rib without loosing control. "Uh... Just wait." I said sheepishly. I pulled myself in. Once in I gestured for her to pass me her set and belt. She slipped out of it and gratefully passed it to me. After pulling it in to the amused stare of Ian (todays boat driver) I offered my hands to her. With no gear or weights she was easy to pull up high enough that she could sit outboard of the boat and swing her legs in. Even that cost her. As Ian looked back to the expected surface point of team 2 I saw her drop to her knees, grabbing herself with both hands. She looked up to me with a look of such anguish that I nearly cracked right there. I dropped down next to her and put an arm around her. "Just a little bit longer. Those idiots will be up any minute. Bang into shore then you can go to the loos. Don't worry bout your gear. I've got it." "Thanks" she said through gritted teeth. Eyes screwed up she was breathing hard now, still clutching with both hands. She tried to straighten up, tried to slow her breathing but I could tell it was getting past the point of control. Embarrassed for her I stood up and joined Ian in looking out for team 2, giving her some of the privacy to regain control she must have so desperately wanted. After a few minutes they surfaced about 150m from the boat. Ian grinned and gunned the engine into lift. The rib vibrated as he set off, the sudden acceleration taking its toll judging from the gasp behind me. By the time we got to the three forms bobbing in the waves Sam had regained composure. Sitting on her heel on the back bench of the rib she was a picture of calm. Her red eyes explained by the saltwater that had us all a little bloodshot. Wet hair plastered down one side of her flushed face. A slightly sad smile on her lips. Her beauty really struck me then. God, even almost past the point of no return she managed to look hotter than hell. I joined in helping pull the team in then sat between them and Sam. As we drove for the shore (more sedately than the rollercoaster ride out) she leaned against my back, resting her forehead between my shoulder blades. Over the twin engines and the sound of wind and surf I heard her speak. "Thanks" was all she could say. After we pulled up, everyone piled out but us. Gear was pulled out around us and Ian gave us a look but I waved him off as they all disappeared up to the field. Behind me Sam stirred "Sorry about this Stuart." She whispered. As she stood up it seemed like she was going to try one last attempt to hold on but she was defeated. With a single sob she stood tall and finally her grip on her bladder broke. Even through the suit I could hear the hissing as she let go. Her face flushed red as she once again screwed her eyes shut. After about 10-15 seconds I saw her relax and the expression changed to one of bliss as the hissing increased. For an eternity I looked at her as she wet herself. I could imagine the hot pee jetting out of her, soaking panties, long johns and joggers to pool in the feet of her suit. I couldn't look away if you paid me. The bliss on her face was perfect, right down to the slight bite on her lip. When she finally stopped we stood for another minute lost in our own world. Then her eyes flew open. She grabbed at me. "Help me get to shore. Now" she commanded "Ok, grab your set and I'll......" "No" she cut me off. "I told you... I need more than a pee" she finished in a quiet little voice. Oh. Yeh. "Ummm, ok. Here". I jumped out the boat, our gear forgotten. I offered my hand and helped her up the beach and to the entrance of the field. 150 or so meters was the loo block (and a single lockable shower) and her salvation from complete humiliation. We slowly made our way up the dirt track, past all the others now relaxing before group 3s final dive, past the vans. As we passed our spot she barked "bag" and I grabbed her bag with its change of clothes. We carried on to the small brick building before us but it was too late. As we rounded the side to the entrance (thankfully now shielded from view) she stopped dead. Stiffening up, the grip on my arm tightened up to beyond painfully. Even through my drysuit I could feel her nails dig in as the last bit of control left her. She gasped and doubled over. She was now clutching at her ass with her free hand, thrust between her legs. She groaned and went red in the face. At this point I wasn't even sure if she was still fighting or just getting it all out, finishing completely going to the toilet in her outfit. She stayed like that for several minutes, breathing hard, slightly hunched up, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. After and age she slowly released her grip on me then straightened up. "Fuck. Why today?" she gasped. "Why now?" She looked up at me "why you?" She asked before bursting into tears. She clutched me and without thinking I pulled her into a tight hug. "It’s ok" I whispered into her ear. "It’s ok. It happens. It’s ok". We clung together for several minutes her sobbing and me just saying anything to make her feel better, telling her its ok over and over. As she finally regained composure she pushed me off. "Stop. This isn't ok. Not even close. This doesn't just happen to girls my age. To no one my age. FUCK" a final shout to vent her feelings. She turned to leave but I reached out and grabbed her shoulder. "Don't be stupid" I said to her clear surprise. "You’re hardly the first person to have an accident you know. You probably aren't even the last in Scotland this hour. It ok" "Oh come on. How many other people do you know who has even had such a humiliating accident as this?" She asked. I decided to go for broke. "You think this is humiliating?" I asked "try wetting yourself in front of about 100 or so people. At least I'm the only one to know and I won't be telling anyone about this, I swear." She looked at me now with curiosity. "When did you do that?" "Download festival last summer. A day of drinking, running to the massive que for the porta loos and not making in in time. Light urban combats that went dark and clinging when wet. Everyone saw, everyone laughed. That was humiliating. Trust me, this doesn't compare." "Wow" was all she could say, eyes wide. Then her face slid into her naughty little grin. "Ok. You may have me beat on the humiliation scale but at least you didn't crap yourself. Or did you?" "Not then no" was my grinned reply. "Wait, so when did you then?" Dammit. I let that slip. I sighed. "Also last year. Not drunk, just coming off antibiotics that had me stopped up. I finished the course and so did nature. I was out shopping when I just had to go. Nothing nearby and by the time I got to a nearby MacDonnalds it was too late. Luckily I was wearing loose combats again and at least I didn't pee myself. I managed to hide it, walked back to my car and drove home sat on a plastic bag." She goggled at the last bit "That must have been.......a sticky situation." With that lame joke she burst into laughter that had her bending over again clutching at her stomach. At least she wasn't crying again. Her laughter was infectious. I started to giggle. "Laugh it up" I said. "You’re the one who still has a clean-up operation to do." She straightened up and looked at me, eyes full of tears of mirth instead of embarrassment. She sobered up a bit, clearly worried again. "Look," I started. "Your suit will need a wash. Whip it off and chuck us it hear. I'll wash it under the hose and leave it to dry inside out. No one will know. You can clean up and change in the shower. If anyone asks about your behaviour just tell them you felt sick and had to run." That evil little grin again. "Whip it off you say? How daring Stu. If I didn't know better I'd say you just wanted to see me all wet and messy." "What makes you think I don't?" I replied, a mischievous grin of my own. Then I froze as her eyes widened. Shit, did I just say that? Her eyes narrowed as she turned away. She glanced back over her shoulder, face split with a grin again. "Unzip me" she purred. I gulped and stepped up. One smooth motion and her suit was opened up. She bent over to let her pull the top off her head. As she stood up she whipped her hair back. She glanced back. "Thanks" she said before starting to bend over again. This time she slowly peeled off the suit. What a sight. As it pulled down passed her clingy black T-shirt her grey sweats were exposed. From halfway up to her waist band all the way down to the cuffs, the thick, drenched and darkened material clung to her body. The contours of her perfect ass with its bulge the size of a softball, of her shapely legs free to view. As she stepped out of the legs the sucking sound as her soaked cotton socks pulled free from the small pool in each made her giggle again. Her scent hit me next. A soft smell of girl pee with a darker earthy undercut of her poop. Not unpleasant. Not at all. She spun round almost bouncing in place. "Whats the damage she asked, looking down at herself now, trying to twist on the spot to assess everything. From the front it was glorious. Her wet clothes clinging tight against her body, soaked out almost to her hips, only a thin strip down the outside dry and safe. I gulped again. Then grinned at her. "Apart from a bulge and the obvious wetness, nothing visible on the joggers. They might get away with just a rinse for now. Whip them off" I said in my most commanding voice. She mock glared at me, eyes flashing with a curious and unexpected intent that was becoming more obvious to both of use as the scenario played out. "Hmmm. I think your right" she spun to face away again and put her hands to the waistband. Again, the slow sensual peel off of the wet material. Underneath, her tight longjohns we dark red all over, beads of pee being released to run down the saturated material by her movements. The bulge, much more obvious, was nestled between her peachy little cheeks, still no staining visible to further darken the material. She kicked off the sweats to a damp heap on top of her suit. "Done" she said with a breathy voice, spinning around, her breathing fast and shallow now, matching my own. Both of us were getting flushed again and if it wasn't for my suit still zipped around my body, my excitement would be obvious for anyone who cared to look. And from her quick glances she was trying to look. "Long johns next" I almost whispered to her. She nodded and turned denying me the view of the tight red material clinging to her, contouring her pussy perfectly. As her hands moved to her waistband she paused. This would be the big one for her, for both of us. She started to pull then stopped, glanced back at me. Her eyes held a strange expression as she saw the obvious hunger in my own eyes. She turned away again and the tight thermals started their slow decent down her legs. The light blue lacy waistband preceded her now translucent white cotton French knickers. A large dark solid mass of poop dragging them down slightly now they were free from the thermals keeping everything tight against her smooth milky white skin. As she bent further over the mass hid anything else from view but who was I to complain. Her legs were as perfect as I imagined marred only by a thin scar on her right calf. Muscles flexed as she was now bent fully over before pulling first one leg then the other free of her last layer and her socks. She stood up suddenly spinning and, in one smooth move, pulled off her T-shirt as she stood. Again the hair whipped back (who doesn't love the long wet hair look) and her tight, toned flat stomach and abs were exposed above her panties, the tight dark strip of her pubic hair visible seeming to invite the eyes down to her lips below. My eyes dragged up, her arms now folded just below the swell of her b cup breasts, pushing those perky mounds together under a matching white cotton bra trimmed in blue lace. Her nipples where obvious, hardened and proud under the tight material. She shook her head, letting her hair fall to brush against them, the wetness dampening and tuning the bra as tantalisingly see through as the panties. Nipples small and dark against the white skin. Her face was red as she looked at me, watching me take it all in. Eventually our eyes met. "Stunning" I breathed. Her blush deepened. "Im like a naughty little girl, wet and messy" she replied, eyes down. "Never. I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful as you look now." She smiled back up to me. Her arms separated and she stepped into my offered embrace. Our lips met, the kiss soft at first but swiftly developing into a fierce, lust filled move. My hands ran down her back and through her hair, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Her leg moved up my hip to circle around me and my other hand dropped lower. Cupping her ass, fingers brushed against her bulge. That was enough to push it against her sweet little rose bud. She pulled back. "Do it" she moaned as she dove back into the kiss. I wasted no time in cupping the bulge of her firm movement, squashing it slightly, mashing it up against her ass. Still kissing I felt rather than heard her moan again. Her pussy was grinding down onto my thigh now, both her hands around my back and shoulders pulling herself in tighter and tighter. We were lost to the world right then. Even as I felt her tense up, her breath coming in short ragged gasps, I felt my own orgasm start to build just from her rubbing against my body, my erection tight between us under my now cursed suit. As she clung to me, shaking in her release I heard a hissing as the final remnants of her bladder released. My probing fingers pushed deeper, catching the last of her stream through her panties. As my finger tips brushed her waiting lips below she squealed as a second orgasm hit her. Her back arched, head pulled away from me, exposing her breasts again, her pee running down my suit. I didn't hold back and gasped as my own release hit me like a train. As cum pumped into my briefs I bit back my own yell as Sam gasped loudly, panting as she started to come down from her cloud of bliss. We clung together for what seemed like an hour. Eventually she looked up at me. She almost looked ready to cry. "God. You have no idea how much I wanted this. Maybe not like this, but me and you." Her voice was deep from her short breath as she pushed her face into my chest. "For my first time I wanted it to be you. I liked you since we met. The others all think they can spin a gash little story and get into me but you never tried that. Never would. I could tell you were shy but interested. I wanted you. I hoped being buddys could lead to something. I never imagined it would be like or as good as that though" "This scenario wasn't on the cards then?" "No" she snorted with laughter. Then she turned her head up to me. "It's not something that turns you off is it?" "Let's just say this could be something we could explore together maybe". She grinned. That cheeky little grin that turns me to jelly. "Hmmm. Maybe. I might need to shop for more underwear though if I keep this up though. And you". I nodded. "When you said first?" "Umm. Yeh." She looked down and away. "I'm 22. It must be weird to still be a virgin". I pulled her back into a hug. "Not really. I’m the same age and not exactly a top shagger." Another snort of laughter. "I'm not a virgin but I'm not that experienced. Two girlfriends to date and with neither did I dare share what we just did" "Well, me anyway" Sam said, pushing off me again. She stepped back, letting me look at her again. "I expect catch up" she growled in mock fierceness, her finger jabbing at my chest. All I could do was nod, once again struck dumb by her beauty. "Tonight. Tonight we get some dinner, just us, then we find a quiet pub in town and see were the night goes. Sound good?" she finished, bouncing again slightly on the balls of her bare feet, still standing in the small puddle of her second "accident". "Dinner. Drinks to charge up, then catch up. I think I can do that. Then, maybe another first?" A coy little look in reply, eyes flashing under dark lashes. "It's a date!" She said before grabbing her nearby bag and dodging into the shower unit to clean up, leaving me to handle the rest. ______________________________________________________________________________________ More to come. Next chapter will be a first, very wet, date.
  4. Hi guys! I’m back with another desperation and wetting story. This one happened quite recently about a week or so ago, so let’s jump into it! First of all I would like to apologize for my lack of content over the past few months, I’m a university student now and this period is really hectic with lots of things to do, my schedule is filled everyday and I have no time for omorashi. However the things I need to do are getting lesser day by day so hopefully I can find myself more time to indulge in omo and share my experiences with you guys. This happened a week ago. My schedule was really packed that day with lectures in the morning and afternoon. I woke up in the morning with a relatively full bladder; my roommate was done using the bathroom and I went in to relieve myself of a whole night’s worth of pee. After that I got dressed with black panties and black leggings, as well as a skirt on top of that all. I put on a bra and a matching shirt and proceeded to pack the stuff I need to get through the day. I packed my large bottle as well so I could get through the day while staying hydrated. Short description paragraph for those of you that may have forgotten my image: I’m 19 years of age, standing in at a petite height of 5’2 and weighing about 100 pounds (I really need to eat more). My bladder size is smaller than average so I fill up faster than most people. Blessing in disguise I guess? Back to the story. I had lessons all the way until 12pm, followed by a short lunch break of 30 minutes and another 2 and a half hour lecture. For unknown reasons I was really thirsty that morning and finished my whole bottle of water even before lunch break, which is about 50 oz. I got through the morning without much needing to pee despite that. By the time it was lunch break my need was only at a 3/10, nothing significant enough to worry about. The queue to get food was longer than usual, meaning I had no spare time to rest, let alone visit the bathroom and pee. I finished my food and drink in 10 minutes, then I refilled my 50 oz bottle in the cafe for the afternoon. It was already 5 minutes before the start of the lecture and I certainly did not want to be late. My friend bought me starbucks which I happily accepted, and went in the lecture hall. My need at that point was only a 3.5 or 4 out of 10 so peeing was not on my mind. In hindsight I had a lot of liquids in my system already. There was 50 oz from my bottle, around 10 more from the drinks I had during lunch, and 16 more in the starbucks. Although I did not feel it yet, they were certainly going to make themselves known by me. My small bladder is about to get punished harshly 🙂 About an hour into the lecture I was starting to get bored, when my needs got more prominent. The need to pee at that point was at a 5 and I was starting to notice the effects of so much liquids that I consumed prior to that. I thought it was no big deal at that point as I could definitely hold it through the whole 2 hours, I have been in a similar situation of feeling the need to pee just after the lesson started. I put no thought to it and continued listening to the professor. An hour and a half into it and I was really starting to feel the effect of my bladder. My need has increased to a solid 6 and I was seriously doubting if I could make it out of the lecture comfortably. At this point I was being very optimistic to make it to the bathroom after the lecture with dry panties. I was certainly not planning on doing a hold that day but I got careless and ended up like this. I think my bladder was out of shape from a few months of not holding, so with the lack of practice naturally it can’t hold that much. I was starting to get fidgety in my seat from the need so I crossed my right leg over my left and pressed my thighs together in an attempt to subdue the urge. With half an hour to go my need has increased substantially to a 7.5, occasionally spiking to an 8. I was getting very fidgety and squirmy in my seat as I try to hold back the fluids in me from leaking out. My movements that point to hold it in was more frequent, squirming back and forth in my seat, crossing and uncrossing legs, bouncing knees and trying to grab my pee hole from my butt so it’s not that obvious. My friend sitting next to me who knows about my fetish noticed and asked me “Hey Kayla what’s wrong? You look like you are shaking all over” “Oh nothing’s wrong I’m just.. I’m just a little cold” I stuttered a reply while trying not to give away my need of the bathroom. “Do you need to pee?” She asked, having seen my tell-tale signs of desperation too often. I told her maybe just a little quietly and she gave me a naughty look, asking me to hold on. The lecture was finally over, but my need has further increased to a 9/10. After hearing that we are dismissed I was overjoyed that I can make a mad dash to the bathroom in my room; relief was near and I can avoid an embarrassing accident. I stood up after packing my stuff into my bag, which caused my bladder to contract. That movement released some pee into my panties, which I instinctively crossed my legs tightly and jammed a hand into my crotch to hold it in for a little longer, simultaneously dropping back into the seat to remain discreet. My friend gave me a weird look as she wished me good luck holding it back to my room. I began the walk back to my room where the bathroom was(my room had a bathroom which I shared with my roommate), peeing was my top priority now as I wanted to avoid an embarrassing accident. Fortunately for me my room was quite close to the lecture hall. I walked towards it with a full bladder while pausing occasionally to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together, to avoid losing control. I made it to the room without leaks except that first one which made my panties damp, and was surprised to see the door unlocked. My roommate was in the room for some reason unknown to me at that point, my need has increased to a straight 10 as relief was so near. I threw my stuff on the floor and dashed to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. I was horrified as I found myself locked out of relief. With legs crossed, a hand in crotch and bent over from desperation, I called out “Hey Daniella are you in there” while frantically trying to push the door open. My roommate told me she’s having a stomachache. “Please Daniella could you hurry up I’m literally about to piss myself here” I replied while pee dancing on the spot. My bladder opened up again as another leak came, this time bigger than the previous. I stuffed both hands into my crotch, grabbing my pee hole to stop the flow, but the wet spot was bigger. Lifting up my skirt to examine it I found the wet spot to be as big as a tennis ball on my leggings between my legs. After that my roommate told me to look for another bathroom if I was that desperate as she was going to need a while. With no choice I went on to look for another bathroom to pee. My bladder was absolutely screaming for me to empty her now, and leaked again. I felt my fingers in my crotch dampen as I squeezed my muscles back harder. I really could not hold it anymore and had to pee as soon as possible. I had to walk in such a way that there was constant pressure on my pee hole, so my need could be reduced ever so slightly. The downside is that I had to walk slower, and it looked like a waddle which would be embarrassing when people saw me. Finally I got to the next bathroom on campus, but was horrified to see a long line of about 10 girls! I was certain I could not hold that long so I had to look for another bathroom on level 2. As I was climbing the stairs I leaked again, and again, and again despite that hand on my pee hole. I leaked so much that the wet spot extended way past my butt and was starting to show up on the front, lucky for me I had the skirt to cover up a portion of it. I finally got to the bathroom but there were still 3 girls in line! Having no choice I joined the queue while pee dancing on the spot, with tightly crossed legs and bouncing around. The next leak told me I could not hold it anymore. All of my pride thrown aside, I walked up to the girl next in line, with a hand in my crotch I said “Please sorry I’m about to piss myself I can’t hold it anymore may I please please go in front of you” while turning bright red. She stared at me awkwardly but eventually agreed. My need increased tenfold, with relief being so near, but finally it happened. I heard a flushing sound and that was my bladder’s cue for relief. No matter what I did, the pee contained inside came gushing out. It was not a leak, not a dribble, but a total loss of control. I was peeing myself, standing next in line, the piss inside me came out full force with a hissing sound. It streamed down my leggings front and back, soaking my shoes and pooling around my legs. The girl in the bathroom came out, along with the 3 girls behind me in the queue, and watched me while I wet myself. I was humiliated but the relief felt amazing. After that I apologized profusely and went back to my room to have a shower and a change of pants and got along with my day. My roommate Daniella stared at my glistening wet pants and was quite compassionate about it, she helped me wash up. My friend saw a change of pants and assumed something too 😉 So that was my story! In the future I will have more time so hopefully I can spend more time doing holds. Stay tuned! Kayla
  5. I was recently playing Melissa Explains it All, reliving the good ole days, when I started thinking: are there any other games like this? I’m not sure if this is the right place to ask this question, but does anyone know of any games similar to Melissa Explains it All? I love the storytelling/ omorashi elements incorporated into one interactive game, and I’d love to see anything similar! ??
  6. I am not a native speaker, but i still hope the story is worth reading. I don't know if part I made it into that forum, so these are part 2-4. If part 1 appeared somewhere in the forum , a friendly and helpful admin may put these threads together? - Thanks! Part 2 A few month after that small accident at the gym and a few weeks after her last exams, Laura was looking forward to meet with her friends. This evening she wanted to meet her good friends Miriam and Johnny, to watch a film in the city's cinema. Miriam and Anna were a bit nerdy when it comes to films and movies. They both were big Tolkien fans and so they wanted to see the film The Hobbit. Its been a while and “The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey” premiered just a few days before. So the girls were really exited. And Johnny...? Well Johnny never cared about anything too much. Not even about the fact, that his name wasn't Johnny after all, but he didn't liked the name Ephraim and so he called himself Johnny. He was a guy with a real rebel attitude. He was a bit small but sturdy guy. He had radically short hair and a really rakish stile. He had that kind of dark jewish humor and a really big mouth. Anna knew him since they both were small, even since then he was always up for some trouble. When Anna had asked him, he just nodded and said “' Got nothing else to do..! I will come with you” Before they wanted to meet each other at Miriam' s home, Anna was working out at the gym. She arrived a bit too late and all sweaty in her sport outfit. When Miriam opened the door she wrinkled her nose and moaned, “Uhh Anna! Are your serious? You will not go to the cinema in your sweaty sport pants, will you?!” “Shut up Miriam! I will hit your shower and got some spare clothes with me. Is Johnny here already?”, Anna replied angrily. “Johnny? On Time? - Like he would care.” Miriam rolled her eyes. So Anna head for the shower and took off her sweaty stuff. Anna enjoyed along warm shower. When she finished the shower, she dried herself off, did some quick make up and grabbed a fresh, black sports bra and pulled on a pair of tight pink boy-shorts, that perfectly fit her nice ass. Just wearing her underwear and a drying her hair with a towel,when she went back into the living room. “Miriam? When do you want to leave?” , she called for her friend. “ Hey, never expected you to wear pink panties! It fits you well, Anna!”, said a rough manly voice. “WHAT THE!?”, Anna shrieked in shock and tried to cover her body with the towel, “JOHNNY! LOOK AWAY- YOU JERK!” But Johnny, who was sitting on the couch, just smiled and said; “Why should I? The view is quiet delightful!” “Look Away or I will beat you up, Johnny!”, Anna growled and picked up her tight jeans. She quickly pulled up the light blue, skintight jeans. She really had too pull strongly and jumped up and down, hardly getting the tight jeans over her butt. Johnny was just sitting on the couch and watched her it with a kinky smile. “ Nice Ass, Anna! Never noticed that!” “ And I never noticed, that you're such a dick!”, Anna replied and tried to stay angry. But she felt some kind of flattered. She always liked Johnny and it wasn't a bad feeling to earn some aroused views. And for some reason, she was a bit turned on by that stupid guy. So she quickly started to giggle and posed a bit for him, shaking her ass and giving herself a light slap on the cheek. She slowly slipped into a black t-shirt, squeezed her little tits and giggled. Her skinny jeans were so tight, that even a sexy pantyline was showing. “By the way... where is Miriam?” Anna asked; “Is she gone already?” “Näh! She's in her room.. Doing make up and something like that..” Johnny smiled, “Guess it will take a while, you know her.” And it really took ages... When Miriam was finally ready, they were already running late. So they jumped into the car and Johnny rushed to the cinema. “Hurry up! We need the tickets! They will sell our preordered ones, when we're too late.” Miriam hurried. “You were the one taking soo long!”, Anna grumbled ; “And I need a toilet first” “We got no time for that, or do you wanna miss the film, cause of your tiny bladder?” Miriam answered in an annoyed mood and Anna didn't want to start a fight. So they quickly bought her tickets, some soft drinks and snacks and went into the hall. It was really full and they had luck to find a the last three seats in the middle. Anna and Miriam were really exited, they really where huge fans. During the first one and a half hour, Anna nearly forgot her urge to pee. But when the last half hour went on, she really had to go. She crossed her legs and pressed her knees together. After a few minutes the urge was getting stronger and her nice butt was rocking back and forth in the seat. After another few minutes she couldn't even sit still anymore. “Oi, Anna..” Johnny bent over to her and whispered in a concerned voice; “Is everything okay?” “No... I... I really have to pee”, she answered silently and her face turned slightly red; “ I mean... I' am really bursting..” “Are you kidding? So go to the toilet, Silly.” Johnny shook his head in disbelief. “No Way! I don't wanna miss the final scene. I mean... It's the Hobbit, right? I will go after the film.. I can hold it that long”, Anna replied. Johnny just smiled and watched her, while she was rocking back and forth in her seat and obviously hold her hand on her crotch. When the film was finally over, Anna hurried to the girls toilet. She expected a line, but just found a large red sign “OUT OF ORDER” “Whats wrong, Anna? Need a pee?”, giggled Miriam gleeful; “Strong Anna with a weak bladder?” “Shut up, Miriam... I'm nearly bursting right now!” Anna replied in desperation, “Can we hurry, Please!?” “Hrm? Oh Sorry.. I am going to meet Michael outside.. But may Johnny can bring you home?”, Said Miriam and left them, to meet her stupid boyfriend. “what a bitch...”, thought Anna. “Sure.. let's hurry, Anna..” Johnny looked at her pitying, “ Can you make it?” “I.. hope so!” Anna didn't seem too confident about it, but they hurried towards the car. But after they left the cinema, crossed the main road and entered a side street, every step became a torture for Anna. Out of a sudden, she felt a few hot drops of urine trickled into her panties. She just stopped and her eyes opened in shock, when she felt the growing warm wetness inside her panties. “Urgs Sh..it!”, she gasped, her face turned red and tears filled her eyes; “Johnny..! Wait ..!” Johnny turned around and watched her with a mixture of concern and arousal, “Anna? Everything all right? “ “No its not! I... I... “ her voice was shaking; “I.. can't hold it any longer!” He looked down at her crotch. Anna couldn't hold it back any more and a huge spurt escaped into her panties, soaking them and forming an embarrassing wet patch on her light blue tight jeans. “Ohh...Noo!”, she cried out, when her bladder finally gave up. Within seconds, the dark wet patch was growing on her crotch and expanding towards her legs and up to her nice ass. For a few seconds, a real river was running down her slim legs and forming a puddle between her sneakers. “Well... that... was.. really hot.” Johnny seemed a bit confused, while he watched her in disbelief. “Hot..? I.. I just wet myself!” Anna replied and started to cry. But then Johnny grabbed her by her hips and pulled her towards him, giving her an hot kiss right on her tasty lips. She has known him for years! In the hole time, they were just best friends.. and without a warning, he just kissed her. He kissed her and it felt soo good and simply right. She felt is rough hands on her wet ass, squeezing her tightly. She laid her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. For a few seconds, she felt only his strong hands on her but and his lips on her own lips. But then he released her from his hold. “ I should bring you home... or you`ll catch a cold.” he said with a lovely smile. “y..Yeah .. Your right, I guess..” Anna nodded. At the car, Johnny laid a plastic bag over Anna's seat and brought her home safely. Anna turned towards him, bent over and kissed him again and said, “You know... You can come upstairs into my room, if you like.. And stay overnight. “ Part 3 A few weeks later Johnny became her first real boyfriend. A he was quiet good one, much better than anyone would have expected. Caring, gently and protecting. He always made her laugh, when she was upset and never failed to make her feel good. So even after a few weeks she nearly moved into his flat. Most days of the week, she spend with him. She generously ignored the chaos, the football banners and even developed some sympathies with his old school punk music. Johnny was sitting on his bed, a laptop on his belly, hammering something into the keyboard, when she arrived after a hard workout at the gym. She wore some green workout tights and an old, worn gray hoodie on her chest. Her hair and her body where all sweaty when she arrived. Johnny looked up and smiled,“Hey Honey! Why do you never shower at the gym?” “Tzz! I do... Sometimes! But I jogged the whole way back..!”, she replied pertly, “And guys like you shouldn't talk about smell, you know?”Then she smiled and walked towards the bed, bending over it and giving him kiss. “What you're doing there anyhow? Beating up your Laptop?” “No, I am writing an essay for the universities qualification...”, he replied and tried to concentrate on his work, “I really need to get this done..” “Ohh soo you won't need no distraction, right?” she smiled naughty and took of her hoodie; “'cause you had to do something, right..?” She bent over again and squeezed her nice small tits in her tight black sports bra, moaning a bit. He looked up and bit his lip, watching her move her body, glittering with sweat. “I really need to get this done, Honey...” he grumbled, but couldn't get his eyes of her. She smiled wickedly and said “Ohh I dropped something!” Then she bend over and stick out her nice little butt, the visible pantyline reveled that she was wearing some cheeksters underneath her tight green sportpants. Then she went back to the bed, bend over it and said, “Do you want something of these..?”, while she gave her left cheek a slight slap. “Uhh..Yes.. I really want to..” said Johnny now totally distracted. “ Too bad you won't get it!” Anna said and jumped back from the bed, “Got Ya!” While Johnny grumbled and shook his head in disbelief, she just went out of the room, but not without moving her hips as sexy she could. After that she head for the bathroom. She drank a lot during her workout and really needed to go, besides a shower was necessary. When she took the doorknob to enter the bathroom, she felt a strong hand grabbing her hips and pushing her towards the wall.” I thought you got something to do?”, she said with an wicked smile,” And I told you, that you wont get nothing” “I Know... And that's really bad! You're such a villain. Using your powers for the evil..”, he replied with an evil grin. “So what?”, she smiled superior. But than he pushed his thumbs into her hips, in a circular motion he moved them downwards, slightly rubbing her bladder. “Uhh Don't!”, she gasped in a mixture of desperation and pleasure:” I.. really need to go...” “ I know.. but villains like you, need to be punished, right?” he smiled and just went on rubbing his thumbs against her bladder. She tried to push him off, but the felt so powerless. That pleasure was overwhelming. She didn't wanted to piss herself and tried to prevent it, but then the first spurt of warm urine went into her panties. She bit her lip and moaned loudly. Then another, bigger spurt soaked her panties completely and formed a small dark patch on her crotch. “looks like the evil villain couldn't hold herself anymore, hmm?”he said amused. Then a full stream was running down her tights, soaking them completely. The piss was dripping on her running shoes, the floor and his bare feed. He grabbed her by her hips, lift her up and carried her into the bathroom. With a heavy breathing he watched her last spurts running down her soaked green sport tights. He grabbed her shoulder and bend her over the edge of the bathtub. After pulling down her wet tights and soaked black cheekers, he pushed himself inside her. She moaned in full pleasure, when he done her from behind. It was a quick but intense one. They both came contemporaneous. When he was done, he took a towel to clean himself up, while Anna dropped to the floor totally exhausted. He just smiled, went to one knee and gave her a quick kiss before he left her on the floor. She never felt that kind of exhaustion after her workouts... And she really needed a shower right now... Part 4 Johnny looked into the mirror and shook his head in disbelief. “This is a joke, right?” he lifted his eyebrow and looked suspiciously towards Anna; “You're not serious, are you?” He looked back into the mirror. He was wearing a white linen cloth shirt and a old fashioned dark red vest, some matching Knickerbocker-like pants. His shoes looked like giant feed with some brown fur on top of it. “So... I am a Hobbit?” he was shocked by his own look, “You made me go to a fucking nerdy comic convention... Dressed like a hobbit?” “You agreed to come with me!” she explained with an large grin on her face, “ And I told you, that we would dress up.. So take this wig. There are no bald Hobbits in the shire.” “there are no tattooed ones ether, are they?” He lifted his right arm, where a big tattoo was showing, the emblem of the football club Ajax Amsterdam; “So I will be the first skinhead-Hobbit in fucking Mordor.” “They live in the Shire...! No Hobbit would live in Mordor.. that's where Sauron is..!” She explained to him, like it was a totally normal and serious matter of fact. “Well.. But why do I have to look like an 19th century Irish drunkard with hairy feed and your costume is like.. A sexy archer?” Johnny complained heavily. “ I`m a Ranger of Gondor! Not an archer..” she corrected him. Anyhow it was a real sexy outfit. She wore a light brown leather chest armor, a long green cloak with a hood, some nice brown high boots and a really hot, skinny brown leather pants. On her back, she had a quiver and a bow, a dagger on her belt. Untypically Anna's blonde long hair was falling openly on her shoulder. It was a big difference between her normal sporty stile of clothing. But with a fine and well trained body like hers, she looked good just gorgeous. “Why do you have a weapon and I only got... Shitty fur on my feed? May I have a Baseball bat?” he liked the look of her costume, but really hated the idea to go to a Nerd convention. He was a football fan, interested in football, punk music, beer and stuff like that. Being a Hobbit, wasn't his biggest dream after all. “Of course not! Hobbits don't do that..” she rolled her eyes and bent over to tie up her boots. Johnny shove away her cloak, to give her a little smack on her ass. The clapping sound was just hilarious. “IEKS!” Anna shrieked, “Hobbits don't do that neither!” Johnny laughed at her protest and turned around into his room, a few moments later he came back with a Shillelagh in his hands. “What the...?” Anna lifted her eye-brow. “When I have to walk around like a Irish drunkard, I will be armed like one.” he explained and laid his hand on her butt cheek again, squeezing her tightly. “ Damn.. that's such a fine ass, my sweet Archer-Girl” “I am a Ranger.... of.. Gon...!”, she wanted to protest, but he just passed her and head out of the flat. It was a nearly 3 Hour ride till they arrived at the Convention. An old sports hall, full of nerdy people and things. It was like some kind of limbo for Johnny. Long skinny guys dressed up like Elfs with plastic elfish ears, nearly half of the other guys where dressed like Frodo or Gandalf. And a few beer benches and old tables, that supposed to be “the prancing Pony”. Johnny had no idea what this was all about. For him this film wasn't even a good one and he never read the book anyhow. He loved those old Scorsese films, like Mean Streets, Taxi Driver and Raging Bull. He really felt a bit out of place. But there were too things that kept him there. At first there was, his smoking hot girlfriend in her sexy archer costume... Or Gardian.. or Ranger or what ever. He couldn't even kept his eyes away from that sexy ass or her nice little tits for more than three minutes. For that girl, he would go through this hell. The second thing was his discovery, that it was possible to smoke weed with his nerdy Hobbit-Pipe. After two Pipes and nearly endless seeming five hours in that smelly sports hall, Johnny nearly beat up a plus sized Legolas for reproving him, that a pot smoking bald Hobbit was just implausible. Anna really enjoyed herself. She brought herself some stuff, participate at a tombola, listened to the live music and drank at least three bottles of some “Hobbit Brew”. It was just some Heineken Beer with a cheap label stick on the bottle, but still tasty. To be honest, it was just a small event and didn't seemed to be very professional, but still she enjoyed herself. But after five hours and three bottles, Anna was getting tired. So they left the convention and drove home. “Are youuu... Shure you can stilll drive, Johnny?” asked Anna tipsy; “ Aand you're a reaallly cute Hobbit! You Know?!” “I am pretty sure, that I can drive...” Johnny answered; “But I don't think we should ask the police about it.” Johnny wasn't numb anyhow. It's been a while since he smoked his last pipe and the high was gone for hours. While they drove home, Anna felt a sleep three times. Johnny was a bit irritated, how could a girl like Anna, be tough and sporty on the one hand, but geeky and nerdy on the other. And the most irritating observation was, that Anna could nearly lift her own weight but three beers knocked her out cold. After two and a half hours ride, Anna woke up again and started to slip from one side of her seat to the other side, biting her lip. She was rubbing her knees together, so her leather pants were squeaking a bit. “ Don't tell me that my little elite archer need to pee..?” Johnny looked at her slim legs rubbing against each other and grinned a bit; “Shall I head for the next restroom?” “Näääh! I don't wanna go pee on a highway potty! Were home soon, right?” Anna mumbled; “.. And I am a Ranger...! You hear...? A Ranger.. And Rangers don't pee themselves, you silly Hobbit!” During the last minutes of the ride, Anna turned visibly desperate. She pushed her hand between her legs and couldn't even sit still anymore. Johnny knew, that she was absolutely bursting right know. When they finally arrived at home, Anna jumped out of the car, leaving her cloak, quiver and bow at the car. She rushed to the door and jumped from one food to another. Johnny watched her hopping up and down, next to the door. He couldn't look away from her tits jumping up and down under her light leather chest. He just stood there and watched her for a few seconds. “Johnny! Please hurry! I am about to leak!” she plead; “Open up the door quickly!” She felt a painful urge and bend over. While she bend over, Johnny could guess a slight pantyline through her pants and couldn't help to watch her Pee Pee dance. While she tried her best to keep her pants dry, the Hobbit Brew wanted to get out of her. She pressed her both hands on the crotch of her leather pants and hopped up and down again. But she couldn't help it. A small spurt escaped and she could feel the hot pee dampening her panties. She bit her lips and tried so hard to stop the flow, but there was no chance. Another larger spurt followed the first one and then the hole dam broke. She felt the pee filling up her pants. The wetness quickly spread over her ass and up to her waist. “Uaarghs...!” she huffed. “ Shit! I..I am peeing myself!” While Johnny, the horny Hobbit, couldn't help to watch her doing so. A small trickle went down her pants seam and tripled to the ground. But the warm wet pee was running down her slim and sexy legs inside of her pants and quickly filled her boots. After a few moments the wetness pressed itself through the thin leather and formed a dark patch on her ass and crotch. There she was, standing next to the door and totally wetting her Rangers armor. She felt his hand on her hip, moving down towards her wet and warm ass. She felt his fingers rubbing over the leather, grabbing her firm cheeks underneath. His hand moved up to her waist again and slipped into her pants. Her panties were totally soaked. She turned towards Johnny and whispered dejectedly and still a bit tipsy: “ I... brought up shame to the Rangers of Gondor..” “Well...” Johnny shook his head, “ I guess it happened to a lot of them during that one battle, when the orcs beat them up?” He tried to lift her up with a warm smile. “You mean the battle for Osgiliath?” she also smiled, while he opened the door. “ Yeah.. Sure.. May a caring Hobbit gave that poor Ranger some shelter after her.. embressing Accident?” He smiled suggestively and gave her a loving kiss. “And... how did the ashamed ranger awarded her fur-footed Hero?” She answered aroused. “ Maybe... Some hot Human-Hobbit Sex?” He grinned naughty “ Well.... but you have to leave these furry feed on!” she laughed loudly. …
  7. So I found this on YouTube. Not sure if someone mentioned this video before. Anyways. This is gold.
  8. Apertado

    female Lucia's Holding Day

    ============================================================================= /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Lucia's Holding Day /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ============================================================================= ============================================================================= Synopsis: a South American engineering student skips her morning pee and tries to go through the day without using the bathroom. Content: f solo / pee holding / pee desperation Disclaimer: You’re free to reproduce this text elsewhere, if you wish, as long as you give me the credit. ============================================================================= It was past midnight when Lucia dropped the book on the desk, headed to her bed and covered herself with her blankets. She was both physically and mentally tired. Lucia took off her glasses and laid them on her bedside table. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she started to get comfy when she noticed a slightly urge to pee. Last time she went to bathroom was at 7 p.m., as soon as she got home from college. She ignored her bladder frivolous need and closed her eyes. Since she was fourteen she got used to pee only twice a day: once in the morning, before leaving home, and once at the evening, when she got back. That was the age when she discovered that she actually liked holding her pee and that a full bladder could give her amazing feelings. By now Lucia could even hold her pee in for 24 hours without release – if she paid careful attention to her liquid intake. That said, going to bed with a small urge was even fun, so she didn’t take long to fall asleep. Lucia was taking the electronic engineering program at university. Being a third year student and thus having lots of things to study pretty much explained why she was so tired that night. She started waking up a few minutes before her clock alarm sounded. In her half woken state, Lucia felt her urge to pee was quite stronger. The liquids she had consumed last night should have found their way to her bladder by now, and her bladder was expecting to be relieved soon. Most of people would immediately get up and empty their bladder. But not Lucia. Slowly, she put her hand between her legs and pressed softly, enjoying the feeling of the morning pee held inside her bladder. It was Friday and Lucia just wished she could stay in bed longer and simply relax as her night-long held piss applied a pleasurable pressure on her bladder walls. She knew that as soon as she got up the urge would appear less intense. Exactly the opposite of what she wanted at that moment. She wanted to hold it longer. She wanted her bladder to be so full that she had to press a finger on her pee hole to prevent herself from leaking. Merely thinking of that made her aroused. Lucia slid a hand inside her panties and started rubbing herself. She wanted to be desperate to pee, she wanted to play with herself, but her clock alarm went buzzing and she stopped the pleasurable touching with a disappointed sigh. Time to get up. Lucia went to the bathroom and started brushing her teeth. As she expected, the urge to pee subsided, as it was, mostly, her bladder overreacting for being too used to being emptied in the morning. She took her sleeping clothes off and entered the shower. Lucia was a charming nerdy latin girl with short dark hair. She was a bit over the ideal weight, but she excused herself that she had too much to study to spare some time to go to the gym. When she was done showering, she dressed a pair of jeans and some casual shirt, made her breakfast, when she drank a muggle of coffee and a glass of juice. Then Lucy came back to her desk and put her books, laptop and notebook on her backpack. During all this process she was still nicely aware of her mildly full bladder. After finishing all she had to do, that was the moment she would go to bathroom to relive her bladder, before leaving home. But the pressure in her bladder felt especially amusing. She contemplated skipping her morning pee. Today she had two classes. One digital electronics lab class, which would last all morning long and then, at 3 p.m. a short industrial organization class that would last one hour, meaning she would be home before 5 p.m. That also meant that she would have to hold for 22 hours. It was true that she had held her pee for 24 hours more than once, but mostly on weekends, when she could spend the day home. The idea of departing with an unrelieved bladder was bit scary and, at the same time, so exciting. After some internal debate, she decided to keep holding, as letting out the content of her bladder seemed such a waste. And, besides, she could just use the bathroom at the campus if the urge became too strong. Feeling naughty and adventurous, she entered her old Ford Escort and left to the campus. That semester, they were working in pairs on a project to the lab class. Lucia’s project was going pretty well – in fact, it was a few steps from finished. She and her pair, Kim – a short half-asian girl (one of the few other girls in the class, as most of their colleagues were male) – had almost finished the hardware part and were doing some microprocessor programming. Lucia was doing fine, until the middle in the morning. Her attention started to drift more often as the liquids she consumed in her breakfast that were occupying more and more space in her bladder. She fanned her legs slightly, from time to time. The cold and dry air, carefully controlled to avoid harming the electronic devices of the lab, also contributed to increase Lucia’s needs and was also making her thirsty. They took a short break, and both girls went to have some water from the drinking fountain, while welcoming the hot summer climate after spending half the morning inside the cold lab. Lucia wondered if she should use the bathroom, as she approached the 15 hours without peeing mark, but after spending a few minutes outside the cold electronics lab and feeling her urge to pee decrease a bit, she calculated that she could hold it until she was back home. All in all, the whole idea was too thrilling not to try. At one moment, back to the workbench, when a sudden wave of desperation made Lucia clench her legs and stay a few seconds staring at the computer screen without really seeing it, Kim rose her eyes from the circuitry she was double-checking on the breadboard and asked: “Are you alright, Lu? You’re a bit… shifty, today” “I’m fine, Kim” Lucia answered quickly. “Just need to finish this piece of code to upload it to the processor”. As midday came their code still didn’t work – mostly because Lucia was getting more concerned about her filling bladder and less about coding. Their classmates started packing their things, and also did Kim. “Aren’t you coming to have lunch?” Kim asked when she noticed Lucia didn’t make a move to pack her things up. “No, I think I’ll stay for a little while more and finish coding this” Lucia responded. “Are you sure? I would like to stay as well, but I have a meeting with professor Velasquez at 1 p.m. and polyphase circuits class starting at 2” said Kim. She was as nerdy as Lucia, and she didn’t like the idea of leaving all the work to Lucia. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry” Lucia managed to smile, while pressing her legs firmly together. In fact, she didn’t want to have lunch with everyone else as she wasn’t sure she could avoid showing signs of her increasing desperation. A few minutes later the lab technician, Mr. Cortez, came to the bench Lucia was working on. “Hey, Lucia, how’s the project going?” “Fine, Mr. Cortez, just have to get this part of the code to work end it will be mostly finished” Lucia answered as normally as she could. “Glad to know” Said him. “Are you going to stay here during the lunch break?” “Yes, Mr. Cortez, I think I can get this working today.” “Right” He nodded. “ I’ll have to leave the lab to get myself some lunch. I trust you won’t set anything on fire in the meanwhile” He added with a playful smile “As I can’t leave the lab open without being here, will lock you up, while I’m lunching, okay?” Something of the sudden panic that took over Lucia must have shown in her face for the technician added: “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in less than an hour. And you have my cellphone number in any case, right?”. “Okay, Mr. Cortez, I’ll be fine” Lucia pretended to not be subtly afraid. Mr. Cortez left the lab and Lucia heard the door lock click. Immediately she shoved her hand between her legs and started bouncing on her chair, panicking. That was a stupid situation she got herself into. But she couldn’t have changed her mind after saying she was staying during the lunch. She would have to endure one hour. Having an accident inside the lab wasn’t an option. She was regretting drinking water with Kim, earlier. And definitely the cold air of the lab sucked! A few minutes later Lucia had calmed down a bit. Her urge apparently had stopped increasing and she knew she could make it. It had been more than 17 hours since she had last peed, but she didn’t drink too much liquid before bed and only had her usual intake during the morning. Lucia was used to pee twice a day, but rarely she was really frantic to pee by the time she went to empty her bladder. She had developed a good holding capacity since her early teen years. Thinking of all of that, Lucia concluded that she could make it and wasn’t going to have an accident on the lab. Reassuring herself, she took the hand from between her legs, sat on her heel and went back to programming. By 1 p.m. Lucia was still sitting on her heel but was more able to concentrate on her work. She thought that it was due being alone, so no need to be afraid of getting caught doing a naughty hold – even if no one would probably notice her distress and if someone did, she could justify that she were just too immersed on her work to bother going to the bathroom. Lucia was, though, starting to worry that Mr. Cortez wouldn’t come back, but her fears were proved unfounded as she soon heard the click of the door and the technician voice: “I’m back, Lucia. Everything’s okay?” “Yup” she said, typing furiously as an idea to solve the code problem just occurred to her. Half an hour later, Lucia gave a triumphant look to the project as she started to see the project sending correct readings to her laptop. The expression was substituted by a grimace as a sudden wave of desperation hit her and she hurriedly pressed both hands on her crotch. She raised her eyes to the technician but Mr. Cortez was concentrated on his own computer and didn’t notice her sudden movements. Finally satisfied with the results of their project, and knowing that she wouldn’t be able to finish it that afternoon, Lucia turn everything off, packed her things and said goodbye to Mr. Cortez. As Lucia was hungry, she went to the nearest canteen to have some food and, wondering if that was a wise move, a soda, as she was thirsty again. 18 and a half hours had passed since she had a relieved bladder. Lucia went to her class room several minutes earlier than she should and tried to concentrating on reading the textbook. By the time the professor came in, the soda Lucia had was already affecting her full bladder and she was getting fidgety. She could feel her bladder bulging on her lower belly. Wisely enough, she chose a sit on the back of the room, hoping no one noticed her. The class was a torture. While the professor talked about Taylor, Fayol and their contribution to management theories, all Lucia could think was that she was becoming positively desperate and that the clock was moving too slow. Juan, a classmate of Lucia, was sitting in front of her and tried to start a conversation with her but Lucia’s short answers dissuaded him and he let her be, much too her contentment. When the class finally came to an end, at 4 p.m., (and their professor just gave then a lot of work to do until next week) Lucia was the last one to leave the room. She pretended to take her time to get her things packed, but she was just afraid of having an accident when she raised herself from the chair. Lucia took a deep breath, clenched her muscles and stud up as best as she could. She grabbed her crotch, discreetly, to cope with a wave of desperation, and, as it subsided to a bearable level, she made her way out with careful steps. Once again Lucia debated if she should use the bathroom before getting into her car. She was bursting, but she had made that far, didn’t she? Besides, she had naughty ideas of what to do when she arrived home. When Lucia sit down on the driver sit, another wave of desperation hit her and she couldn’t help but let a single spurt out. Lucia panicked, shoving her hands on her crotch and closing her legs frantically. She gritted her teeth as she fought to keep 22 hours worth of stored pee inside her bladder. When the desperation wave settled to a very intense urge, Lucia started the Escort’s motor and left the parking. Driving home with a bursting bladder wasn’t the funniest experience ever, as Lucia had to take care of driving carefully while trying to contain her piss inside her frantic bladder, but she managed to get home without any kind of accident. As soon as Lucia got inside her house and closed the door, she rested her back against the door and pressed her hand between her legs to fight another wave of desperation. She could feel her urine trying to escape through her pee hold. But, now that she was home, Lucia intended to deny her bladder that relief as long as she could. She was aroused and wanted to have some full bladder fun. Lucia lived in a small rented house, not too distant from the campus, like many of the students also did. Her house had a small kitchen/living room, a bedroom, a bathroom and a tiny laundry. After regaining some control, Lucia dropped her backpack on the floor, beside the small kitchen table and stated preparing some coffee. She poured water in a glass, which she drank and filled it again, taking it to her bedside table. Then, she opened her closet and folded a towel on her bed, where she would sit later, as to avoid wetting her bed if she leaked. She took a sip of the water glass, closed her window and undressed her shirt and changed to a comfy bra, while squirming and clenching her legs. Lucia headed back to the kitchen to grab her laptop inside her backpack, but when she bended herself to reach the backpack a spurt of warm piss escaped her pee hole. Lucia immediately shoved her hands to her lady parts, while doing some kind of pee-pee dance. She could feel the dampness in her underwear and that feeling aroused Lucia even more. She looked down and a wet patch was visible between her legs. Carefully she lifted her backpack and took her laptop, poured the hot coffee in a mug and went back to her bedroom. She undressed her jeans carefully and sat on top of the towel, one hand pressing herself and the other turning her laptop on. Lucia surfed on the web, reading desperation and wetting stories or looking on pee videos and pics on tumblr. Nothing turned her on more than seeing either a male or a female holding their piss. She was frantic to pee, bouncing and fidgeting, but she moved her hand inside her panties and started rubbing herself, enjoying the blissful fullness of her bladder. Every now and then she sipped from the mug and, when the coffee was over, from the glass of water and, soon, Lucia felt those liquids finding their way to her swollen bladder. She alternated holding herself and masturbating, her lady bits wet from her love juices and a third brief spurt that escaped her urethra. By 7 p.m. Lucia was desperate to pee, her bulging full bladder was hurting badly, screaming for release, but even more than desperate, Lucia was horny. When she crossed the 24 hours mark, Lucia decided to reward herself with a delightful orgasm and only then she would grant her bladder the much needed relief. Lucia sped up her fingering movements and massaged her clit, her breathing becoming heavier until she arched her back when she was overflowed with a mind-blowing climax. She briefly lost another spurt of pee, but she managed to close her urethra and maintain control of her bursting bladder. A few minutes after, when she was recovered from the marvelous orgasm and her bladder was sending increasingly painful waves of desperation, Lucia got up carefully and took tiny steps to the bathroom. That was an amazing experience! Her bladder was so full and aching for relief. Lucia took her wet panties down and sit on the toilet. She was a second from relieving her bladder… Then she stopped. Her bladder was in total discomfort, near bursting point, but still, it felt so nice! Lucia wanted to prolong that feeling, but there was no way she could hold it much longer, so Lucia decided to let some urine out, so she could enjoy her fullness without the risk of her bladder giving up and ruining all the fun. Lucia took a deep breath and let her muscles relax. A powerful stream left her pee hole and her whole body shook with a wave of relief, but that lasted only five seconds, as Lucia then pushed a finger on her pee-hole while fighting to close her holding muscles in order to cut the flow. Lucia’s still very full bladder tried to continue emptying itself and Lucia felt an atrocious pressure on her urethra building up as she blocked the exit with her finger. It hurt a lot, her bladder was contracting to expel its warm content, but Lucia endured bravely. When her bladder gave up and understood it had no choice but continue holding, Lucia seemed to regain control of her holding muscles and, despite the intense urge, she took a deep breath, clenched her muscles and removed her finger. A small squirt that remained in her urethra flowed and that was it. With a devilish smile in her lips, Lucia wiped herself, stood slowly and left her bathroom, naked from the waist below, with an aching and unrelieved bladder. Lucia besides being desperate, she was hungry too, so she headed to the kitchen with calculated steps and made herself a sandwich. After finishing it, Lucia had a glass of juice, to worsen her predicament and filled, again, the glass on her bedside table with water. After emptying a bit, Lucia’s bladder seemed to send desperation signals less often. She was amazingly aware of its fullness, and she could feel how filled with pee it was when she pressed her lower belly gently, but the urgency subsided to a moderate level. So, Lucia started doing usual stuff, taking care to not put additional pressure on her bulging bladder, squirming and grabbing herself now and then. By 11 p.m., when Lucia was watching a movie on TV, while laying on her bed. She turned off the lights so only a faint light from the TV set illuminated the room. Lucia’s hand softly grabbing herself, and despite all the pee she had inside, she started dozing off and fell asleep. She even didn’t take her glasses off. Lucia woke up 2 hours later and immediately had to shove a finger on her pee hole, as her bladder, absolutely bursting to pee, tried to defy her resolve once again. Her bladder contracted repeatedly, trying to pump out all of that liquid in order to achieve comfort again. But Lucia wouldn’t surrender to her bladder pleads so easily, she fought bravely, letting a soft moan of effort out as she mustered her willpower to keep holding. It was a hard fight, but her bladder eventually stopped contracting. The pressure Lucia felt on her bladder was immense. Her bladder was distended and screaming for being able to void. And, even if she had relieved herself a bit, earlier, she never held her pee that long before. Lucia took a look at the clock. It had been more than 30 hours since she last had an empty bladder. She had held her morning pee and endured the entire day. These toughs run through Lucia’s mind and she became aroused. Without removing the finger from her pee hole, she used her other hand to touch herself. Her bladder ached and cried for relief, but Lucia denied it, instead she savored that feeling as she massaged her inner lips, cherished her bladder’s utterly fullness as two fingers slid into her love canal, dove into the desperate need to pee as her thumb rubbed her clit in a slow, sensual way. Lucia caressed herself with increasingly fervor, her breathing becoming heavier and her movements speeding up. Her bladder was begging to pee and her sex was begging for ecstasy, both her bladder and her lady parts were on fire and everything down there was throbbing and it was so delightful. Lucia sweated and moaned and touched and held her pee and soon she threw herself into a sea of pleasure, taken by a blissful orgasm she could feel on every nervous termination of her body: hitting her, wave after wave of joy emanating from her lady parts. Her body quivered and she felt she was losing control of her bladder. Lucia, between a spasm of pleasure and another, did her best to force her hand to block her urethra with a fingertip, but some hot pee had already sprayed out, wetting her legs and the towel beneath her. When she finally was left by the climaxing sensation, trying to regain her normal breath and cope with the furious attempt of her bladder to fully empty itself. Now that the pleasure was gone, Lucia was left alone with the desperate fight against her bladder. She knew she had lost quite an amount of pee, but her bladder wouldn’t be happy with anything but complete relief. Lucia gritted her teeth and applied as much strength as she could against her pee hole. Her urethra hurt with the pressure of the liquid her sore bladder insisted in pumping out. It was a fight between willpower and bodily needs. After a while, Lucia successfully regained control over her bladder, making her muscles close shut and keeping the remaining pee inside of her. She got up carefully to not put any unnecessary stress on her bladder. Judging by how wet her towel was and the now bearable but still very present need to pee and the slightly bulge of her bladder, Lucia calculated that she lost less than half of what she was holding. She dried her legs and tossed the wet towel in the dirt clothes bin, placed another towel on her bed and laid on her bad, again. Lucia pulled her blankets over her and made herself cozy. After all of those sensations, Lucia felt exhausted, but still needed to pee. She could just go to the bathroom, but her bed was so comfortable. And, besides, having a full bladder was such a thrill. Also, Lucia had a whole weekend ahead and she wasn’t planning on completely emptying her bladder anytime soon. =============================================================== That’s the first fiction I wrote in English, so any feedback is welcome. Also, I wish you guys a Happy and Wet New Year. ===============================================================
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    female Queen Kira's Quest

    Note that this story has very long holding/peeing times and extreme desperation, for those who don't like that sort of thing. This is a follow up to a short story I posted here. I hope you enjoy it! Kira paced down paced in the hallway, a roar of laughter and the sounds of joy filling the night air. She placed a hand on her flat stomach, feeling the metal ribs of the corset under her dress, making her appearance seem deceitfully plain. Her heart raced- how was she going to make it through this? "My queen?" Her head snapped up, her gaze resting upon Vea. Her dark hair had been tied in a ponytail behind her head, wearing a cotton dark blue dress. The fabric stopped a few inches below her knees and above her elbows, still allowing her some freedom. Kira, however, didn't have such a luxury, having forced herself into a long, hot dress. She had made sure to wear a linen shirt and leggings beneath her dress, trying to hide the corset. "Are you sure the corset isn't too tight? We still have a few moments before we have to enter." "No, no thank you." She said, releasing a quivering breath. Kira had prepared for this for weeks, making sure she didn't take in as many fluids as usual. She had focused on being able to hold without showing her desperation outwardly. Countless mages in her court had given her numerous potions, spells, and other magical elements which strengthened her bladder muscles, allowing her to hold much more for much, much longer than any of her kind. Yet, she still felt incredibly the desperation that came with holding her waters for so long. She felt Vea's soft hand touch her shoulder. "It's only two short hours. You've made it this far, I'm sure you can make it." Vea said with a small, comforting grin. "Sir Bandon said you could have your first break if you were accepted tonight. I'll be right there if anything happens, my queen." Kira took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. "Thank you... I... I needed that." She exhaled, opening her eyes. "Let's go." Vea nodded. She stepped forward and pushed the door open before she stepped to the side. Kira entered, coming to an abrupt end. A single, rectangular table sat in the middle of the room, a plate in the middle filled with different meats, bread and salt, and a pitcher of wine. Sir Bandon and his older son sat on the left, the son giving her a cold state as she approached. His younger son sat at the right side with a woman, no older than the age of twenty-five. A woman sat at the top of the table, taking one more bite out of her pork sausage before she wiped her mouth. Two chairs had been left vacant for the two at the bottom of the table. "Good evening, Sir Bandon." Queen Kira bowed. Her thighs twitch a little as it accommodated the new pressure. She stayed bowed for a respectable amount of time, before rising once again. "And to you too, Queen Kira." He nodded. His clothes were fine, made of fresh wool and silk. He wore a large fur cloak, certainly worn and old. "You've met my sons, Gregor and Benjen." His wrinkled right hand motioned to the two. "Good evening," She bowed her head slightly, before turning her attention back to Sir Bandon. "I left the copper and silver with your treasurer, as requested, and I have brought my adviser. I hope that isn't a problem." "Not at all." He smiled. "Ah,- where are my manners," He stood up, motioning to the lady at the head of the table. "Allow me to introduce you to my liege lady, Lady Laerra. She holds Dominion over this and many other regions in the Human Kingdom." Lady Laerra glanced up at her with a smile. "Good evening. It is an honor to meet an Elven Queen." "The honor is mine, my lady." "Please, sit." Kira nodded, quickly taking her seat. An empty plate sat in front of her with a wooden fork and knife, with a small, metal goblet sitting beside the plate. Vea sat beside her, an open chair left between her and Gregor. "Well, don't just sit there, girl!" Sir Bandon raised his voice to the girl. Her head shot up, a glassy film over her eyes. "Y-Yes, forgive me, milord." She quickly stood, a large bulge filling her midriff. The woman quickly grabbed the pitcher of wine and shuffled to Kira's side. She could feel her ragged breath on her neck as she filled her cup. Kira glanced to the left, watching her hobble over to Vea and repeat the process, her bladder sending little pangs of need each time she heard the splashing of wine. She set the pitcher down at the center of the table, making her way back to her seat. "We've prepared pork, mutton, beef, and venison, along with our bread and salt. I'm sure you'll be satisfied." Sir Bandon said. Kira cautiously looked up at Lady Laerra, assuring she had permission before taking some bread and venison. She nodded. The other's continued with their meals as Kira took a small bite out of the venison. It had been masterfully prepared, though she didn't really have the capacity to admire it, what with thoughts of her full bladder cluttering her mind. Her eyes wandered back over to the servant's, her face straining as she shuffled in her seat. A trembling hand rubbed her bladder, her legs double crossed underneath the table. Kira could relate to the poor girl's plight, though she didn't have the luxury of being outwardly desperate or crossing her legs for that matter. "So... I must ask, Queen Kira," Lady Laerra asked as she stabbed into another piece of her sausage. "Pardon me if this seems crude, but how did you come to be in charge of the Elven Kingdom?" She quickly took another bite. "As far as I've heard, your father was a blacksmith and your mother a tavern maid... Anyone else in your position wouldn't be anywhere near a throne." Kira glanced towards the floor. "Well... I cannot say it has been easy..." She huffed. "A civil war had broken out between the elves once I had reached womanhood. My father and I smithed sharp weapons and strong armor to our prior queen, Lady Ana. She and I became acquainted, and eventually, we had won, though our enemies cursed us and swore vengeance. We've yet to encounter them again. " She took a small sip of wine, all the talking making her mouth dry up. "Eventually, she passed, and appointed me the ruler." "I see," Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "What is this lass' story, then?" She pointed her fork towards Vea. "She's my right hand, my lady. She was once a skilled archer, bound in service to Lady Ana. When she passed, she then swore to serve me, though under a different role." She took a sip from her cup, her eyes darting to Vea for a moment before returning to Lady Laerra. "Vea is an excellent adviser and a better friend. I doubt I would be where I was today if not for her." She glanced over to her, a small grin on her face. Vea took a bite out of her bread, straightened her lips and glancing downwards. A particularly strong urge made itself apparent, causing her to squeeze her legs together. She'd have ripped the lower half of the dress away to cross her legs if this meeting wasn't so important. "M-Malady..." The woman to their right spoke, her entire form shivering. "Might I-I be ex- excused?" "No, you may not." The poor girl whimpered, her arms tensing up and her elbows locked, both hands shoved in her crotch. "Please, malady, it- it's rather urgent." "She said no, girl." Gregor snapped. His tone was harsher. The girl moaned quietly, slumped over in her chair. "Show respect to your liege lady, peasant!" Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, forcing her back up to the chair. Her face was covered in sweat, tears welling in her eyes. "Malady-" A pained whine passed through her, rocking in her chair. "It- it's been , I need to release!" She took a few quick breaths in. "I-I can't-" A hissing sound filled the room. Piss splattered on the ground. Kira's eyes widened as the girl pissed, hard. She felt her hands move to her lap, squeezing her dress as she focused on keeping her own load inside. The four humans stared at her in shock as she continued to pee. "I'm sorry, I-I-I can't stop!" She cried, her clothes soaked with piss. Kira's face strained as she clenched her thighs together, her legs shaking from the effort. Eventually, her stream slowed to a stop, tears staining her cheeks and a large puddle forming under the table. "I..." She looked up to Lady Laerra. "I'm so sorry, my lady! Please forgive me!" "Get her out of my sight." Lady Laerra commanded. " . Take her to her quarters." "Right away, my lady." Sir Bandon stood, along with his sons. Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her out from her chair forcibly. "This way, wench. You'd have better enjoyed it. Making a mockery of us..." He grumbled. "It might be the last time you piss for a very long time, girl," Gregor spoke, his voice raspy. "You wait till your father hears of this." The four exited the room. Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "I apologize. She will be punished for such rudeness." "Worry not, Lady Laerra." "Anyway, I think we should move to the topic at hand: our deal." "Y- Yes?" Kira raised her head. Her bladder throbbed, begging for any form of release. The Lady stared her down for a moment, taking note of every fidget and twitch Kira made- every sign of need or urgency about her. "The gold you've given us is adequate, and you haven't released your waters in well over five months now..." She took a quick sip of her wine. "But, your kingdom has almost nothing to give us in return. Our lands are plentiful and fertile, our soldiers are many and strong, and we have no use for your weapons." She lifted her glass up, swishing the wine around as she shot Kira a devious look- similar to that Sir Bandon's sons had given her in the months prior. "Honestly, I could keep you filled and desperate for months longer." "You can't!" Kira's head shot to the right. Vea leaned forward in her seat. "And why not?" "Queen Kira has held for long enough! She has proven her worth!" She spoke with passion, standing up and pushing her chair back. "For five months, she has fought day in and day out for her kingdom! She's spent countless nights staying awake so she would still keep her oath! She has never been late on the deliveries for coin, or steel, or arms!" She pled, clasping her hands together and intertwining her fingers. "Please, my lady. She deserves some rest, for a few nights, at least." Lady Laerra looked up at her. She stared in silence for a minute. Then two. Three, four, five... "You," She pointed a thin finger to Vea "grab the chamberpot." Her finger moved to the corner of the room, a large, brass pot sat at the corner. Vea nodded, quickly retrieving it. She took it by its sides and picked it up, her arms barely wrapping around it to pick it up. It was about twice as heavy as any crossbow or sword she had ever held, and just as wide as a shield. She took slow, cautious steps. Queen Kira could feel her desperation rising with each step Vea took with the chamber pot in her hands. The corset seemed to grow tighter, her bladder bump seeming to grow larger, and the need undeniably growing to its breaking point. She fidgeted a little, her legs crossing as she tried to keep her composure "That pot could easily hold the waters of even the fullest bladder. We used to use them as wine pitchers for feasts, though they were far too impractical. They could fit around half a keg if you filled it to the brim." Lady Laerra stood up from the table. "Set it down, right beside your queen." Vea did as she was told and stood at Kira's side, wishing not to endanger her queen's chances of relief any further. "You'll have your chance to relieve yourself, but not before I have." She hiked up her long dress, pulling her panties down and squatting down over the pot. Queen Kira stared at her with wide eyes. "N-No, my lady, ple-" A loud hissing sound filled the room, piss colliding with the inner walls of the chamberpot. Kira almost doubled over, her legs squeezed together tightly. She took a few bated breaths, attempting to turn her head away. "You watch if you want to pee after me." She groaned quietly and focused directly on her, as much as it pained her bladder to do so. Lady Laerra stared at her, her face as solid and stoic as stone. Kira almost questioned if she could feel anything. A minute or so passed, her stream still going as strong as when she began. She rubbed her bladder over the corset, throbbing wildly she leaned forward slightly. One hand had balled itself into a fist, the other pressed into her lap. Two desperate minutes passed, the stream still very strong. Kira held herself openly with both hands, not caring who saw or how she acted anymore. She could feel her bladder trying to push its overfilled load out onto the floor of Lady Laerra's kitchen. Vea watched on- she had never seen her Queen this desperate, not even on her worst nights. "My lady, please. The Queen-" "N-No, I can wait..." Kira said, her voice shaking and quiet. Her entire body strained and trembled, exerting so much force to keep her pee from leaking out. Two more minutes passed. Tears formed in Kira's eyes. She had turned towards the Lady, forcing herself to keep her eyes on her, no matter how difficult it was. Sweat poured from her legs and chest, her linen shirt surely drenched by this point. Her teeth felt like they were floating, her piss dangerously close to squirting out. Finally, the stream abruptly stopped, still quite strong by the end of it. Kira could've sworn she saw her legs twitch as she stopped, though she didn't have the capacity to process it at the moment, currently taken up by five months worth of pee. Her head shot up, watching as Lady Laerra pulled her panties back up. "You may go." She didn't need to tell her twice. Kira shot up out of her chair and hiked up her dress. She tore her leggings down with her panties, a torrent of pee shooting out of her forcefully. Her whole body tensed for a moment, then relaxed. She felt her arms fall to her sides, her aching bladder crying out in ecstatic glee now that it was finally able to release. A goofy smile spread across her face, the world around her seeming to fade away in the relief. Her mind felt foggy- as if she had just awoken from a long slumber. The feeling continued for what seemed like an eternity, and she relished in every second of it. "Stop." Kira hadn't been expecting her to have to stop. Panic set in almost immediately. She squeezed her legs together, clenching her muscles up, but the stream still flowed. Her brow wrinkled and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying her hardest to stop it. "I said stop." Lady Laerra repeated, a little harsher this time. "I-I'm trying..." Kira locked up, her body straining and creaking under her demands. She'd have loved to just sit there and piss the entire contents of her bladder out... with no one to stop her from relieving herself. Alas, she wasn't so lucky. Tears came to her eyes, her legs shaking as she finally managed to slow the stream. She finally cut it off, her urethra stinging and her bladder howling for more to be released. Kira pulled her leggings back up and pushed her dress. She walked back over to Vea and clasped her hands together. Her arms were shaky, uneasy, though her legs were in such a worse state. Her bladder throbbed wildly, only a fraction of its capacity being released in the short minutes it had been allowed to release it. "Now, remind me..." Lady Laerra crossed her legs. "How long of a drive is it back to your capital?" "T-Three days, my lady." "You may release the rest once you get there. That shouldn't be a problem, should it?" Lady Laerra questioned with s devilish smile, leaning forward and taking a sip of her wine. "You're not going to piss yourself, are you queen? I will find out if you do, and you what happens then." "Of course not, my lady," Kira responded with a shaken voice, though she wasn't certain she could keep her promise. if she could've, she'd have pissed right then and there and would've gladly taken whatever punishment Lady Laerra's could've dished out, but there was more at stake than just her. She had a kingdom to feed and protect, she wasn't going to fail them- quite the opposite, in fact. Kira was going to give it her all, regardless of whether she had to hold another three days or another three months. "Good. You've got a long ride ahead of you, best hurry along." "R-Right, yes." She stepped to the right side of the table. "Thank you for your hospitality, my lady. I look forward to our next meeting." "As do I, Queen Kira." "Until then." She quickly turned around and heading towards the exit. Vea pushed the door open for her, allowing her to step through first. She shot Lady Laerra an angered glare, but she still kept her little devious grin. "Vea," Her head turned, immediately shutting the door and walking towards her queen. "Yes, my queen?" Kira was leaned against the wall, her legs pressed together and a hand in her lap. "Let's go." "Yes, my queen. I'll get the carriage."
  10. FUBOT

    [WIP] JoJo Omorashi

    Guido Mista was pacing around the center carpet of the secret turtle room, ranting to himself as Giorno and Trish looked on. The eccentric man was amazing with a pistol, but when it came to other topics he could be, difficult. “I’m not going there,” Mista said, “If it was on any other street, maybe, sure as a favor, but on that street, never!” Trish watched him as she sipped a bottle of mineral water through a straw. It seemed no matter how insane their travels became, there were some personality quirks that would never change. Giorno didn’t seem to be paying much attention, and was reading a newspaper they had received from the other members of Bucciarti’s team before they left to scout ahead. Occasionally he looked up, and then turned his turquoise eyes back down. Trish stopped sucking on her mineral water, and pursed her painted lips together, “Why can’t you go, exactly?” “Forgetting that it is a bad idea, and that Bucciarti told us to stay hidden while they check out the island,” Mista stopped pacing, and his face twisted into an annoyed expression. Trish rolled her hands in the air, hoping something would get him to finish his thought. “That market is on 4th street!” Mista shouted, “I can’t shop there. You’ll just have to make do with that water, we can worry about the rest later.” “Worry about it later?” Trish said while looking up from her bottle, “I’ve been worrying about it since we left venice.” Giorno dropped his newspaper and looked at the other two, “What is this about?” Mista stiffened up, “What? This? She wanted me to do some shopping for her, before we go and try to find out the Boss’s identity.” The golden-haired boy looked over at Trish, who turned her eyes away and went back to sipping at her mineral water. “This isn’t the time for shopping,” Giorno said, “we should be hiding out. If there are anymore assassins, they might catch us out in the open. Bucciarti went over this.” Mista chuckled, scratching at his neck before turning back to Trish, “Exactly Giorno, that’s what I told her. She wouldn’t believe me. Then she tried to have me go to that market place, I would have died for sure.” Giorno went to pull his newspaper up, and then immediately dropped it again, “What were you going to buy?” Trish tilted her head, “Not that it is any of your business, but some of us don’t like being stuck in the same underpants for so long. I haven’t had a chance to change since we left.” Giorno furrowed his brow, “That’s silly, this is a life or death situation. We just almost died in that plane and you’re worried about underpants?” “All the more reason to be worried!” Trish said as she sat up in her seat, “What if I had died in the same panties I’d been wearing for a week? That’s disgusting!” Mista’s stance shifted, and he scratched at his waistband as he thought about it. Giorno shook his head and stood up from his seat, “Mista, we should check the area again. Make sure it is still clear of any actual danger.” The boys went to the center of the room, and then their bodies were stretched and enlarged until Trish could see them at their full size through the window at the top of the secret room. It seemed that they still didn’t understand her situation. She knew it would be difficult being the only girl in a group of guys, but she never expected they would be fine living in filth. Before all of this started she only drank parisian water and wore designer brands. Now she would kill for a shower, at least, and a change. It was unhealthy to be in such inhumane conditions for so long. She understood that the others, especially Bucciarti, were risking their lives. They were doing it not only for their own safety, but for hers as well. Still, there were limits to what she could endure. Especially when she didn’t know how much longer they were going to be on the run. Trish got up from her seat and looked out the glass of the turtle’s hidden room. There was no sign of Giorno or Mista. If she was fast, she could run and grab a fresh change from that market, and be back before anyone noticed. They would all come back safe with the name of her father, and no one would even know she had left. She exited the turtle, her mineral water in hand. They hid it in a small tourist booth, next to a bench. It was in an oddly open location, but she didn’t wait to question it. She tossed a brown cloak over her shoulders and started on her way into the little town on the beach of Sardinia. Most of the people in the little town seemed to be tourists from the mainland. Couples walking around with bags from this shop or another. Trish tried to seem inconspicuous, but between the drab cloak over her hair, and her fashionable skirt, someone was going to notice her for one or the other. Mista and Giorno were right, it was a bad idea to come. But she was already on 4th street, and at that point it was smarter to finish what she started and make it back just like she planned. She spotted a boutique, a small shop with dark blue exterior paint. There was a mannequin in the window in a cute orange skirt with a matching top. She could already guess which labels it belonged to as she spotted it. That store would have what she needed. Trish ducked inside, dropping the cloak and shaking her hair back to proper form. “Uhm,” an older woman in a wide-shouldered dress suit cleared her throat to get Trish’s attention from across the store. “I’m glad you came in but uhm, no food or drink.” The woman pointed to a sign there by the entrance. Trish rolled her eyes at the woman. She didn’t know who she was talking to, so she could be forgiven for bothering Trish with small inconveniences. Then again, it would be a waste to throw the rest of the bottle out. Trish put a finger up to stop the other woman, then began to take heavier sips through her straw. As the woman watched, Trish finished the second half of the bottle, then handed it over. “You can throw that out,” Trish said as she went to check out the stock of the boutique. The woman almost dropped the bottle as it was handed to her, and gave a little huff of frustration before she went back behind the front counter to toss it. Trish’s main regret was that she didn’t have much money left on her. Some of the labels there were top of the line, and she could see herself in all of them. New tops, beautiful skirts, luxurious dresses. Some of the colors were a little out of season, but she couldn’t blame a little store in a tourist trap for that. “Miss?” The woman said as she walked to the opposite side of a display from Trish, “is there any particular item you are shopping for?” Trish looked away from the woman, moving to the next item. She grumbled under her breath, “Anything that doesn’t reek of seawater will do.” “Excuse me?” “Nothing,” Trish said, standing up and heading to a stack of blouses. The movement actually made her realize that she needed the restroom. She drank a whole mineral water earlier, then moved on to her second before Mista started his rant. After the situation with that enemy stand on the plane, she just wanted something to keep her calm. It was supposed to be comforting, now she was paying for it. At least she wasn’t in that turtle though, last time when Bucciarti tried to make her use… she shook the thought. “Do you have a bathroom?” Trish asked over her shoulder. “Excuse me?” The woman said again, it was starting to annoy Trish. “You know, to use the restroom.” The woman hesitated, and looked around, “Oh, uh, employees only I’m afraid.” Trish frowned, and clicked her tongue. Usually that would be fine, but she could already feel all that water building up. It was a bit of a walk back to the waterfront where that strange turtle was. She would have to cut her trip short, just grab the essentials. “Panties,” Trish said. “Huh?” “Take me to your undergarment section.” Trish pointed at the woman, and the older woman nodded and pointed the way. There wasn’t much there, actually. But there didn’t need to be. Center to it all were an absolutely cute pair. Trish picked them up and looked them over. Black, lace trim, delicate but comfortable material. They would hide well. Besides, anything was better than the week worn pair she was wearing. Even better, they were the perfect size despite being the last pair of that brand. “If I can put these on in the dressing room, I’ll take them.” The woman gave a nervous nod, and they proceeded to the counter. Trish pulled a clammy wad of bills out of her top, counted enough off, and handed them over to the woman at the register. The woman took the money with a smile, and then pointed to a small curtained off room at the back as she shoved the cash in the register. Trish took her newly purchased underpants and headed to put them on. Just like she thought, fast and easy. She would get out, find some bathroom along the walk home, and be done with this in time to get back before anyone knew she was gone.
  11. fullbladder

    The Dutiful Housewife

    Katherine anxiously bit her lip as she waited for her husband to come into view. Her hands rested on her wide hips, just below where her frilly sky-blue blouse tucked into her navy-blue skirt. She squinted into the sunlight- it had been a smart move to don Barry’s spare hat. Hers didn’t block out the Oklahoma sun as well. “A dutiful housewife keeps her house tidy.” Her late mother’s words echoed in her head. Katherine only hoped she would get the chance to do that today. She took a break from staring at the hill a hundred yards away and scanned the scene around her. Five hay beds had been set up with bedsheets and five ladies were eagerly waiting for their chance to prove they could keep their house in order. Folks from all around had travelled into Hopsdale to witness this once-in-a-lifetime event. There had been plenty of whispers about why the local saloon owner had decided to promote something like this, but no one was complaining. Business was booming all over town this week and everyone was excited to see the show. Over two dozen married ladies had thrown their names into hat a week ago, with the hopes of winning free Sunday dinners at the saloon for a full year. Katherine’s name had been the sixth drawn, after it was revealed the original fifth contestant wasn’t actually married. Katherine snuck a peek at her childhood friend, Anne. She had one leg crossed over the other, as her petite body rocked back and forth. Katherine felt a bit sorry for her- her bladder was too small to have any chance at winning. Growing up, Anne had peed herself a number of times on their walk home from school together. Katherine had been in a few desperate predicaments too, but she had never been shy about popping a squat on the side of the road, no matter how many schoolboys were around. Katherine took a moment to evaluate her own bladder. She felt a slight need to pee, but nothing urgent. The women had been standing out in the sun for nearly two hours now, as their husbands downed six frosty pints at the saloon. With their pants chained shut, the men were required to walk a mile to the contest area, where their wives would unlock them. Any visible wetness on a man’s pants would eliminate that couple. A cheer arose in the distance- the men were coming! Katherine focused on the hobbling, drunken figures in the distance, trying to make out her husband. She was quite concerned that he wouldn’t make it to her without wetting himself. He had drunkenly peed their bed a few times over the years. Once, after a really rough night at the bar, he had showed up home in drenched pants. He later explained that he had been too hammered to get his dick out to pee on a tree on the walk home. As more silhouettes appeared, Katherine discovered Barry was at the back, carefully approaching with his hand clutching his groin. The first man approaching was in a real panic, moving quickly to get to his wife before the inevitable happened. Just as he got to her, he groaned helplessly. She tried to squeeze a hand in between his arms to access the lock, but it was too late. Wet streaks ran down his legs and a puddle formed beneath his frantic wife’s feet. She sighed in frustration and struck his midsection. Katherine didn’t know the couple, but she felt sympathy for both of them. She wanted to continue watching the young man’s accident, but Barry was almost there and she needed to be ready for him. Katherine sat on the edge of her bed, ready with her key. The rules stipulated that she had to be on the bed at point of initial contact. As he arrived, she encouraged him to hold on- she knew how hard things could get when relief was so close. She felt him tremble as she carefully pulled the lock out from his hot sweaty body and tried the key. It took a few attempts as he bounced around urgently, but he managed to hold on. She diligently yanked the chain off his waist and instructed him to let go of his crotch. She observed a damp spot on his underwear as she put his organ into her mouth, just before he lost control. The hot liquid rapidly filled her mouth. She urgently tapped her lover’s hip and felt him tense up. He just managed to slow his stream in time, so Katherine could swallow without leaking anything onto the sheets. Slowly the exercise continued, liquid leaving his body into hers. Beside them, a woman had vomited on her bed and had been eliminated by the judge. Katherine ignored the argument and kept relieving her husband, maintaining focus on not letting a single drop leak from her mouth. Finally, he was empty. He shuddered with relief as Katherine swallowed one final gulp. She pulled up his pants and did them up again, just getting him facing up on the bed before he fell asleep from exhaustion and drunkenness. This was another rule- the judge had to be able to see if a bedwetting occurred. Katherine felt bloated after drinking so much in a short time. The taste of her husband’s pee was still in her mouth, but she was still alive… and only two other couples remained. With their husbands bedded, the ladies were allowed to leave the vicinity of their beds. However, first they had to strip down to their undergarments. Katherine felt a thousand eyes watching her, as she purposefully removed articles of clothing. She had made sure her white bloomers were clean and well ironed that morning. However, she knew she didn’t look her best with a bulging tummy. “A full tummy which will soon become a full bladder,” she thought to herself. The scantly clad women gathered at a small table where they were served a cold pint- it had to be finished before they could tend to their husbands again. Finishing the pint was a careful balance. The ladies couldn’t drink too quickly and throw up the huge volume of liquid they had just consumed. They also couldn’t drink too slowly, since their partner might pee himself before they got back. Katherine knew she had about fifteen more minutes before Barry grew desperate again. They drank over light conversation. Anne didn’t speak much, undoubtedly already feeling mounting pressure from her tiny bladder. Jane, the other woman was curvier, like Katherine. She had moved to Hopsdale three months ago. Despite being her competition, Katherine quickly developed a liking to her. In addition to being a good conversationist, she was very attractive, especially in her lacy pink bloomers. With rapidly filling bladders, drinking took longer than expected. Anne was clutching herself through her underwear as she struggled to finish her drink. Katherine knew she would never do that in front of so many people unless it was an absolute emergency. She took a moment to admire her friend shuffling back to her husband- she was absolutely bursting. It wouldn’t be long before she had an accident. Barry groaned in his sleep and grabbed his cock. Katherine immediately sprang to attention and chugged the rest of her pint. Standing up so quickly almost caused her to leak into her panties, but she clutched herself and kept moving. She realized that having her husband pee into her mouth without leaking was impossible with him lying down- she had to get him up. After much pestering and shaking, he got up to his knees and peed into her mouth. As Katherine knelt bedside, she experienced a mounting vomiting sensation and desperately smacked his leg. He just managed to stem his flow and she had a few seconds to let her stomach settle down. Then, he was uncontrollably peeing again, and she was dutifully swallowing every drop. Anne’s husband, James, was desperate too. As he added even more liquid to his poor wife’s body, she could wait no longer. She shuddered as she swallowed the last of his liquid and the struggle was over. Despite Anne’s tight grip on her womanhood, her bladder would be denied no longer. Her dam burst and hot urine flowed through her knickers, drenching her trembling hand and soiling the bed beneath. In immense relief, she pulled her mouth away from her husband’s penis and collapsed on the bed, at his feet. She continued to flood the makeshift bed, lying facedown in complete surrender. The crowd looked on in amazement at the huge accident before them, but Jane and Katherine had to look away. Their desperation had now increased to the point where they were in serious danger of soiling their own panties. Fortunately, their husbands were relieved and wouldn’t need to pee again for a while. However, their waters were now filling their wives’ bladders at a rapid pace. Despite the women's valiant attempts to show a brave face, the growing desperation was there for everyone to see. The women openly clutched themselves, shivered as intense spasms ran through their tortured bodies, and drew sharp breaths as they struggled to maintain dignity. Katherine was on the verge of wetting herself- she knew it. It was minutes, perhaps seconds before she disgraced herself. What had she been thinking when she had entered this contest? She was about to pee herself in front of hundreds of people and have nothing to show for it but wet panties and shame. She glanced over at Jane, who was hopping about just as badly. Her only salvation from utter humiliation was if Jane peed first. Katherine felt herself squirt. Luckily, her cotton bloomers and clenched hands contained the liquid. No one had seen the wet spot she had just made… yet. She felt the warm wetness on her fingers and clenched tighter still, fighting to keep her pee inside her body. She knew the next squirt would be the last one- there was no way she could stop her bladder’s screaming demands again. She had a thought about leaving the area to find a private spot to pee, but immediately dismissed it. The nearest tree was twenty yards away. She would undoubtedly lose control before she got there. Her bladder pulsed hard- it desired further relief after the initial squirt. Katherine was in the most intense pain of her life- how good it would feel to just let go! She ground her legs together and danced on the spot as her sleepy, drunk husband encouraged her. Jane was now lying beside her man screaming in agony as she clutched herself. Her butt was visible to all, so any wetness would be immediately noticed. The most intense wave of desperation yet ran through Katherine’s strained body. It was too strong and easily overpowered its exhausted victim. Katherine gasped as a warm flood engulfed her white panties, making them transparent. It was over- she had lost. She tilted her head up to the clear blue sky as her long-held pee flowed down her curvy, muscular legs to her feet, forming a giant damp spot on the dry earth. She sighed with pure relief as the intense burden was finally lifted from her feminine body. She had lost the contest and the whole world had seen her piss her pants, but she was finally relieved. As Katherine came to her senses, she heard voices behind her. Barry had grabbed her hand and was celebrating emphatically. She turned to see that Jane had also wet herself. Her thick legs were parted on the bed, revealing a wet spot on the gusset of her pink bloomers. The bed was absolutely soaked- there was even wetness on the ground. In a crazy turn of events, the judge had decided that Jane had begun peeing first, so Katherine was the winner! Forgetting her still-dripping panties and clearly visible bush, Katherine pulled her husband off the bed and dragged him to his feet. They kissed, drawing cheers from the crowd. The second-place couple came over to congratulate the winners, as did the judge and, finally, the saloon owner. He presented the winning couple with a certificate for free dinners, saying that he hoped to see them that night. In mere minutes, Katherine’s panties had already dried off in the hot Oklahoma sun, so she quickly redressed and headed home with her husband. On the lengthy walk home, Katherine needed to pee again, so she pulled up her skirt and peed through her bloomers. After all, there was no time to stop for a squat- they had a dinner to get ready for.
  12. If this is in the wrong place, please let me know 💀 Hey guys, I was going through Instagram, and I saw a cropped version of a photo I discovered way back in high school, on Shara and Ger’s website. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen, but I haven’t seen the full picture in years! Has anyone seen the full picture, or better yet, knows the actual story behind this pic? It’s a very curvaceous girl, in the bathroom, holding a desperate pose, taking a quick selfie before relieving herself (if she even wanted to). I have attached the cropped version of the photo, if anyone knows where I can find the whole thing, that would be awesome!!
  13. This is another story I decided to reedit to share here. Unfortunately, this one has a lot of backstory to it. I don't think it gets in the way of the wetting though. Either way, the story is set in a world of many different types of elf-like people, Our protagonists are 'Zindu', part of a special group of maids/butlers that serve high society (and sometimes do sneaky assassin/spy stuff if necessary). All of the Zindu, are Xin elves, who have an unfortunate form of emotional empathy that makes them great service staff but also means that when people get horny around them... they have trouble not getting horny as well. Their great embarrassment is that while they try to appear classy to everyone else, in private their hormonal years are usually spent in a sexy feedback loop. Anyway I've only written one Omo story in this setting so far. This paste has some extra setting notes. This one has the other stories that have no Omo, just a lot of semi-lewdness with Princesses. Zilli and Xander's First Mistake Xander wanted to think he didn’t have time to worry about the Zilli problem. If he ignored her, maybe eventually she would go away on her own. She could, if desperate enough, request permission to leave her role with the Queen. But he knew better. No Zindu would pass up the opportunity to work for the Queen. It was dangerous, it was difficult, and it was everything that a member of the Zindu could ever hope for. She was the ultimate client, it was the chance to do the most for the world. His presence disrupted that for Zilli, he was an opposite number that could steal her glory. He could tell himself it was his assignment first, and that he couldn’t let the small-minded thoughts of those beneath him slow him down, but he still stayed out of his own room for the whole night. He stayed busy until exhaustion threatened to knock him out, then hid out of sight until he thought that woman had left. In the morning, he snuck back to his room. He found Zilli gone, her new bed made, her belongings locked up tight. Xander let out a sigh of relief, and cleaned himself for the new day. He didn’t have any new task, but he was sure the princesses wouldn’t give him the luxury of a day off. Besides, he had to show Zilli that she couldn’t slow him down, couldn’t disrupt his progress with the people of the palace. He catalogued the events of the previous day in his journal before locking it away and moving to the halls. In particular he stayed on the lower levels. He was worried about princess Nuuna, and considering he once saw her walking the bottom floors among the servants, he thought it might be possible to see her there once more. The servant girls in the halls were nearly all fair-folk, moving quickly to some place or another. They all had hands filled with towels, pans, or trays. Some could be heard barking commands, letting personal servants know what food to deliver, what linens to grab, where they were needed most. It was a simple brute force method of service, but Xander respected it. The Zindu were not common maids, and so didn’t have to worry about solving every little inconvenience in the lives of a great many. They served the few, and they served their particular wants and needs. It allowed them to go above and beyond to help, it gave them time to understand what was necessary instead of what was asked for. “She’s dead, no one to talk.” Xander’s ears perked up and he stopped mid-stride. He was near a cross-section between two halls, and women were passing in each direction. Regardless, the words reached him crystal clear. He looked around, trying to find anyone that might look suspicious, but all he saw were different variations of the same maid uniform. He continued to walk, but focused on the different voices, trying to catch the same tone. “It will end, because we will make it end.” Xander dodged a girl running with sheets over her shoulder before turning toward the voice. A maid was with a noble, neither appeared to be Fair-folk, but among the sea of common girls it was easy to overlook them. They turned a corner, and Xander followed, trying to pick up on what they could be talking about. He still had reasons to believe that the attack on Princess Opel was a staged diversion, meant to throw him off the trail of a real assassin within the palace. But these weren’t Nodru, and that meant if these were involved, then the conspiracy against the royal family was larger than he previously suspected. He hid just around the corner and watched as they walked toward an office. He pretended to pay attention to the different women walking past the intersection, but instead focused on the body language of the two having their clandestine meeting. The maid was the one who was talking earlier. Her hair was black, her face a little dour. It was possible she was a Medika. Her serious expression matched her terrible message from earlier. She held herself taller than any maid, and seemed fine delivering her foul message. “This isn’t the place for this,” the noble woman with her said, “all I know is that we can’t rest while there is work to do.” The noble was without a doubt Medika. Unlike her servant partner, the noble had all the marks of the magicks inclined women from the valley of yore. Xander felt a shiver go up his spine. Maybe it was the idea of betraying the Queen-of-All, it disturbed him to the core. He didn’t have proof yet, but that just meant he needed to investigate. Zilli’s high pitched voice broke his concentration, “what do you think you’re doing?” He whipped his head around to see her approaching from behind him. She was in her usual uniform, a black frilled skirt, a black coat with a red vest underneath that wasn’t unlike his. So that was what he felt. She looked rushed, her stance rigid, and her eyes barely focusing on him. Xander put up a finger to shush her. She didn’t move to slow down, but she didn’t miss a chance to chastise him. As she prepared to walk past, he could see she was going to go around the corner right toward his suspects. “I swear it, if you are trying to cause more trouble, I’ll report you-” Xander grabbed her by the arm and shushed her again. He almost didn’t hear it over Zilli’s mindless aggravation. The maid said, “step in just a moment, I’ll show it to you.” The door opened, and while Xander held Zilli, the maid and noble stepped into the room in the hall. The door slid shut behind them. Zilli forced herself from his grip, and for a moment her face was flush with panic before going back to her usual frustration. “Keep your hands off of me, I haven’t forgotten you that quickly,” Zilli said as she brushed down her skirt. He nodded toward the corner and hall beyond. Despite everything, he knew that her skills could be helpful in a situation like this. She was trained as a member of the Zindu, and that meant that even while resistant, she had expertise that made her far more useful than anyone else on the floor when it came to unraveling a dangerous plot. “What?” She said, leaning around the corner for just a moment to see a closed door, “what do you want? I have important matters to attend to.” “Is it a client?” Xander asked with genuine interest. Zilli looked away from him and shuffled from foot to foot, “no, it is none of your business.” “Then you must help,” he replied, “it could be a matter of the Queen’s safety.” She looked like she was ready to bolt at any moment. He could feel the nervous tension coming off of her, knotting up inside her, along with something else. She was conflicted, but he couldn’t worry about her small obstructions. He needed her help, this was her chance to prove she was a Zindu first, instead of dedicated to standing in his way. “If you give me a moment,” she started, looking one way then the other, “I’ll return and help. But for now, you should know a Zindu melds to the motion of others, not their own path.” She was quoting the book at him again, he stood taller, “that applies to you here as well.” Zilli opened her mouth to reply, then shut it before flushing with embarrassment. The door clicked open again, and Xander stood up straight and pretended he was in a deep conversation with Zilli about some business. Not difficult, but important. The maid and noble were quiet as they left, but they made their way down the opposite hall. “Come,” Xander said, grabbing Zilli by the wrist and dragging her toward the room the two suspects just left. He tried the door, found it unlocked, and pulled Zilli inside. It was a dim room with two beds along each opposite wall. The furnishings, small desks, cabinets, chests, it looked like a room for high level servants. It wasn’t unlike his own room, just with more open space, and set up for four women instead of two Xin. “To the Black Jungle with you Xander!” Zilli spat in anger as she escaped his grip again, “do you refuse to learn? I have no time for your madness.” Xander turned to her, “Zilli, please. I overheard the two women that walked out of here talking about the Nodru assassin from before you arrived.” Her face went blank, then stern, “The one you stopped?” “Yes,” Xander said. She wrestled with the idea, shifting from foot to foot again, a level of nervous twitching he had never seen in Zilli before. It was unbecoming of a Zindu, for sure. “Well of course they were, it was a big event,” Zilli said. Xander started toward the first desk to his left, “they were talking about satisfaction in her death, that it would keep her silent. They were keeping a secret, I need to find out what that maid is hiding in here. She must keep some sort of record of her movements.” Zilli turned toward the door, then back to Xander, “not if she were intelligent. Either way, this seems like a job better handled by one rather than two.” Xander cleared his throat as Zilli went to move, “When seeking woken words, one may do the work of many. When seeking written wisdom, every eye is the Zindu’s ally.” Now Zilli squeezed her fists at her sides, and closed her eyes in frustration. “as if you could… fine then, let's hurry!” She went to the opposite side of the room, and started at the desks there. The first desk was just full of small notes, written by different hands. At first he thought his mission was already finished, but as Xander looked them over, he realized they were love letters. The maid had different fans from outside the palace, and was occasionally getting correspondence from each of them. He closed it up and moved on to the next one. It was locked, a feature the other desk didn’t have. “Nothing here,” Zilli said as she moved from the first desk to the second on her side. Xander opened his vest and pulled out two pins, before starting on picking the lock. He didn’t know how long they had before someone returned. If they were caught, he didn’t know what excuse he would give to get them out. No matter what, it would raise suspicion from the conspiracy. “N-nothing,” Zilli said, a shiver in her voice as she spoke, “can we go now?” “Check the cabinet here,” Xander said as he continued to pick at the simple lock, “almost done.” She walked over, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Zilli stop in place and squeeze her thighs together before she cracked open the cabinet and looked inside. It was tall enough to fit both of them, fully standing. Then again, it held hanging clothing of a Medika and Fair-folk woman, so that wasn’t too shocking. “Just clothes,” Zilli said in a hushed voice. There was a click from the desk, and Xander popped it open, “got it!” Inside was a small journal, not unlike his own. There were also a few folded up notes on simple paper. Nothing looked suspect, everything looked neat. “Can we go now?” Zilli snapped at him. He reached out to grab the journal, then heard footsteps at the door. Xander and Zilli looked at each other, then he pointed at the cabinet. He closed the desk, and they rushed to the cabinet before closing themselves inside. Zilli stood at his side, and Xander got closer to the crack in the cabinet to look out. “I can’t believe you,” said the noble woman as she walked in ahead of the maid, “all this walk and talk, and you forget it.” “This isn’t just on me, Gottiva,” the maid replied, “i’ll grab it for you and we can go.” Next to him, Zilli was shuffling around. It was just enough that he could hear her pleated skirt swishing against the clothing hanging in the cabinet. He hushed her with a finger, “what are you doing?” He whispered. She was in a panic, and at first he couldn’t concentrate long enough to figure out why. Her hands were clenched tight, her thighs squeezed in, her eyes shut and head shaking. “If you must know, I need a pot,” Zilli whispered back. The thought sank in, and immediately Xander could read the messages he had so foolishly missed. It was so confusing at first, but now he could see it all. Her frustration, her need to be elsewhere, her anger that he would drag her farther from her goal. Now he had her trapped in a closet with possible assassins between her and where she needed to be most. All because he wanted to spy on two women who had yet to show any signs of being dangerous. The maid was out of view now, but he was able to watch the noble, Gottiva, as the maid struggled with something out of view. “What is taking you?” Gottiva snapped. The maid replied, “the lock on here is fast stuck, weird.” Zilli’s breathing was getting louder. He looked over long enough to see her squeeze a hand between her legs. She was struggling, and unable to hide it from him. When she looked over at him, her eyes were watering. She was trembling. When their gaze met she looked away from him. He whispered in her ear, “hold on, they’ll leave soon.” Xander believed that. They were probably here for the journal, and then they would go and he could get Zilli out. Not that he wasn’t enjoying her suffering a little for how she treated him. She wanted to act like she was the only adult, the only one in control of herself. Now she couldn’t even control her bladder. Unfortunately, thoughts of Zilli suffering, crying out in her weakened state, her shame, it only triggered something inside of him. He shook the thought and tried to concentrate on the conversation, but the thoughts were there. He didn’t want to admit it, but they were exciting. Zilli nudged him in the side, and with tear-filled eyes, whispered at him, “stop it.” “There,” the maid said as the drawer thudded open, “got it!” “Finally,” the noble said. He could see the maid again, coming into view with small papers in hand. The journal was still in the desk? “Do you think they’ll be able to pin it on her?” the maid said, “the guard is on alert, after all.” The noble rolled her eyes, “they are already preparing for war, and like the Queen, they are always prepared to blame a Nodru.” Almost done. Xander looked to Zilli and saw that she was doubled over forward, her head short of the cabinet door. Her arms were shaking, her whole body trembling. She couldn’t keep still anymore, her feet moving up and down, her legs wrapped around each other, her hands tucked tight into her crotch. There was no more unlady-like image you could find. It was like an animal, trained to avoid the punishment and shame of leaking indoors. “We’re almost clear,” Xander said, reaching out to touch Zilli on the back, “hold on.” She shook her head no, and whispered, “I can’t, I can’t.” If she released while they were still in the room, they would be caught. It was imperative that she held back her flood. But he didn’t know how to help with that anymore than reporting what was going on just beyond the cabinet doors. “Make it count then,” the maid said, “only so many Nodru wandering the castle, after all.” The noble woman scoffed, “one less, soon enough. Come on, or we’ll be late.” Zilli’s every muscle was in rebellion. Her hips were swaying from side to side, every muscle in her face squeezing and contorting, her breath coming in sharp quiet Swip noises. Her hands dug deeper between her legs, trying to find whatever leverage they could. Her rear was pressed out behind her as she tried so desperately to keep everything inside. It was difficult not to watch it like a dance. It was a celebration of a moment that neither of them could stop. At that point, Xander wasn’t sure if there was any way she was going to make it to a chamberpot before she burst, but all she had was desperation and hope. The two women opened the door, and started out. Xander whispered, “you’re good,” and touched her shoulder to comfort her. Zilli let out a sharp gasp of surprise, and then her whole body went stiff. There was a sound, a short splash of water against the cabinet floor. “Uh…” Zilli shuddered, her lip trembling as a tear went down her cheek, “oh no…” The women at the door stopped, their ears perking at the sound. “What was…” said the noble, “you hear that?” Zilli let out a small squeak of shame, and Xander looked down to see a small rivulet of moisture trailing from beneath her skirt, making the journey down her thigh before dripping to the floor with thuds that felt louder than hammer swings. “Hold on,” Xander whispered frantically, “just hold the rest.” Her hips began to sway again, her hands digging for new traction, her arms squeezing. Her rear was bobbing up and down, and her chest pushed forward. Xander couldn’t hide his excitement now, there was no way. That strange loop between them, his own excitement flowing into her which brought hers back to him, it turned even moments like this into unexpected moments of arousal. The noble woman took a step back inside the room and looked around. Medika hearing wasn’t the worst. Not as good as Zindu, but not the worst. Zilli shivered from head to toe, and another splatter hit the wood floor, followed by louder and more rapid drips. She sniffled, tears pouring down her face. “I think they’re doing work next door,” the maid said, “weren’t you worried about being late?’ Gottiva took a step back, but kept watching the cabinet as she did. A short deluge escaped between Zilli’s fingers, and Xander couldn’t help but turn and watch now. He could see the moment they would happen in her expression. Her frown deepened, her eyes closed tighter, her hips dipped lower, then a cork was released for just a moment before it was stopped up once more. “You’re right,” Gottiva said before heading back to the door. they closed it behind them. “They’re gone,” Xander said, “you can go now.” Zilli’s voice came out in small whimpers, “I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t stop.” She was gasping, crying, her whole body locked up. Xander was conflicted, scared even. He wanted to help her, but he knew she would hate his solution. The flow was now just the occasional drip, she was keeping herself contained now. Somehow she was still afraid of releasing in front of him, or maybe just hoping to maintain some last bit of dignity. Xander took a deep breath, then moved closer to her. She tried to shuffle away, but her feet refused to move, her whole body was twisted over itself. He touched her cheek, and she looked up at him. Her eyes wet, her face a mess. Xander pulled her to a standing position, fought against the last bit of muscle strength she had. “What, stop,” Zilli sobbed, “please.” Xander pulled her forward, approached her for a kiss. Zilli’s eyebrows peaked in confusion. But as he got close, she didn’t fight it, she puckered up. Their lips met, a soft and warm contact, mixed with the moisture of her wet tears. “Go ahead and let go,” Xander whispered as he pulled her arms from between her thighs. She struggled, but had nothing left to fight with. Her arms were pulled to her sides as their lips held together, their breath intermingling. She let out a labored sigh, and he heard the rapid splash of her bladder starting to void on the wood below. He let her go and watched the look of relief that overswept her. Her exposed legs twitched as the river rushed between the gap of her thighs and splashed thundered to the floor. “Ooooh,” she groaned in satisfaction, her eyelids fluttering as she finally found full relief. For a moment he was afraid she would collapse, but she stayed on her feet. Her breath was heaving as she finished, her eyes looking anywhere but into his. Then the stream turned to soft drips, and Xander couldn’t help but smile, “feeling better?” Zilli stood tall again, and for a moment her stance made him take a defensive posture. She looked ready to swing, her face going flush and her eyes going wide. Then she shoved her way out of the cabinet, and into the room. “I can’t believe you!” she hissed, “I absolutely cannot believe you. You monster!” “Zilli!” Xander said as he came out of the cabinet, looking around to make sure the room was as they left it before he became so focused on her performance. She was pacing now, “I was almost there before you pulled me aside for this… this… what was this?” “Zilli!” Xander repeated, going over to the desk he broke into earlier. “What!?” she snapped. “We found them out,” he said as he pulled the drawer out and started to look at the folded notes. “We did?” she said with a few rapid blinks, “I mean, even if we did. This is not acceptable. You… you ruined my uniform! This is against the way of the Zindu. Plus you took advantage of my situation.” He examined how it was folded to make sure he could get it back, then started to open the note, “Technically, you ruined your own uniform. Also, you got some on me, so you ruined mine as well. And I did exactly what was required, by the letter and to the book. Do you wish to argue that?” Zilli looked ready to reply, and then thought better of it. She was the one who had jeopardized the operation, and shamed herself. His little kiss was nothing in comparison, even if it was problematic. “Maybe I do,” she said, but she stopped looking at him as she said it. “Zilli,” Xander said as he scanned the note. She huffed, “what! What do you want now?” He pointed to the mess in the cabinet, “if we’re going to go unnoticed, you’ll need to clean that before you head back to the room.” Her face flushed, but she managed to build up enough anger to look back at him with indignation. “This is all your fault, though.” she said, looking like her tears were going to start fresh. He refolded the note, and then looked her over. Her legs were soaking wet, and her black skirt had a large noticeable wet spot from her groin down. If they weren’t careful, any further time around each other would get bad, fast. Just looking at her he could feel their connection starting to accelerate, his fascination with her increasing by the second. “You’re right,” he said, “I’ll clean. You go clean yourself then I’ll meet you in our room. Then we can discuss what to do next.” Zilli looked down at her skirt, and let out a sigh. She perked up and asked, “wait, what are we doing next?” Xander smiled, “we have to find a Nodru in the castle, so we can stop this conspiracy in its tracks.” The note would hopefully at least get the guards back on his side. But if there was another Nodru to blame another attack on, he couldn’t make anymore ground until they were found.
  14. Pain

    female The Iron Queen

    This will either be an ongoing series or a standalone story depending on the kind of response I get for it. Though this part does not have much omorashi, it lays the groundwork for the rest of the story. I wish to dedicate this story to all my readers and friends who have supported me for so long. I hope you will like it. ******* Give me a copper coin and you’ll hear a golden tale! —A storyteller’s street cry in Godswick The Iron Queen The Great Hall of the King’s Fort was a lonely place for two to sit to supper. Deep shadows climbed the walls as the torches flickered in the wind. Charlotte ate her meal and sipped from the goblet of red wine. The vintage tasted thin and sour on her tongue, the taste of the grapes still growing on her senses. The Queen had ordered the cooks to make Iwan’s favored supper tonight, egg drop soup of wispy beaten eggs in boiled chicken broth, finely chopped scallions and added condiments of black and white pepper, and along with it was trout wrapped in bacon, salad of turnip greens and red fennel and sweetgrass, pease and onions and hot bread baked fresh from the ovens. She hoped he would like it. Her son was the King now, and it was her duty to see to his wants met. He sat at the head of the table, eating methodically from his plate. The crown suited the boy, Charlotte noted, though she doubted if his young shoulders would be able to bear the burden of the throne. Many men had come and gone but none could do justice to the King’s seat. The walls of the keep were thick, yet even so, they could hear the muffled sounds of celebrations from the yard outside. Sir Randel had brought a hundred casks up from the cellars, and the smallfolk were celebrating Iwan’s nameday by hoisting mugs of nut-brown ale. The Queen had ordered the merriment to be kept as minimal as it could be. She knew it was not the time for revelries. The Daltons were sure gone, but there were still many who eyed the throne. When they were done with the supper, Charlotte kissed her son on the cheek and wished him good sleep before walking out of the hall. She strode across the cold corridors of the castle towards the Mæjester’s chambers, her soft cheeks growing warmer from the flaming torches on the walls. Her last few years on the throne were tumultuous for the realm. Her treasury had run empty due to the Great War, her troops broken in battle. Thus, she had ordered the mints to produce coins of assorted shapes and sizes made of brass and copper. Coins those were as valuable as gold or silver ones. Though her scheme seemed to work for a while, it didn’t take long for everyone to realize what a colossal blunder it was. As Mæjester Nemesius had said, “the house of every goldsmith became a mint.” The Queen’s new coinage had ‘the words of the God’ inscribed on them instead of the royal seal, and lacking in the artistic precision of design and finish, they became easy to imitate. The entire market was flooded with the fake coins in no time and the small folk could not discern between the real and the forged ones. A great problem rose for the state treasury. In other parts of the realm, the people started to pay the revenue to the crown in brass and copper and used the same coins to purchase goods and horses. It took only a while for the treasury to fill up with forged pennies. The coins became as worthless as stones and the disrupted trade and commerce sent the capital into chaos. The Queen was forced to take back all the coins of brass and copper issued by the royal mints, giving back the old gold or silver coins in return. Thousands of people exchanged their copper coins with silver or gold ones and the state treasury faced a loss incomparable. A year later, she passed an order to shift the capital from Godswick to Longford. She believed that it would help her to establish control over the fertile lands of her ancestors and to create a more accessible capital, since she believed Godswick was too down south. All facilities were provided for those who were required to migrate to Longford, but the common folk of the capital were not in favor of leaving their home and shifting to a new place. This angered Her Highness, for she ordered all people of Godswick to proceed to Longford with their belongings. The force was applied without any leniency. This move brought ruin on Godswick which for over six hundred years had grown in peace and prosperity. And though the smallfolk migrated, they showed dissent. However, soon they started to fall short of food and water at Longford and Her Highness decided to shift the capital back to Godswick, allowing the smallfolk to return to their previous city. Though the shift only happened for a few months, Godswick suffered a downfall in its stature and trade and the life of its people was plunged to ruins. ‘The foolish Queen’ she was called from then on, the Queen who now many saw inept to sit on the throne. Her following years as the regent were no better. The ever-mounting debt of the crown loomed over her, and the expenses never seemed to settle. When Iwan came of age, Charlotte agreed to the council’s suggestion to let the boy take his rightful place on the throne, thus giving them an opportunity to win back the trust of the smallfolk, while also opening the gates for a chance of forging an alliance with one of the wealthiest families in the realm through his marriage. The rope that Charlotte intended to use to climb out of the pit of debt. The shadowy walls in the Mæjester’s office were lined with shelves of large glass jars filled with potions of different colors. The medicines too made an impressive display; dozens of pots sealed with wax, hundreds of vials, as many milkglass bottles, countless jars of dried herbs, each container neatly labeled in Mæjester Nemesius’ precise hand. The Mæjester, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, quickly stood up when he saw the Queen enter. He was a short and thin man, with silver hair and beard so long that they could be tucked into the belt of his robe of grey wool. He had long and skillful fingers and his eyes were grey, and quick, “Your Highness,” he greeted, keeping the beakers aside and closing the book of The Magical Drafts and Potions that he had been referring to. “My Lord” she smiled at the old man, “I hope you have found some relief from the pain in your knees.” “The only relief that old age grants is death, Your Highness” he answered with a dwindling laugh, “Tell me, my Queen, of what service can I be to you?” “My Lord, Iwan and I have decided to visit Lord Thames Gardener at Tantallon at this behest,” Charlotte said, “He wishes to marry his daughter, Lady Katherine to Iwan. They say she is a dove-eyed beauty and people have written many a song about her charm, I see there is no better match for my son than her.” “A wise decision, Your Highness” Mæjester Nemesius said, “The House of Gardener has always been a loyal support to the crown and I think Lady Katherine would be a suitable wife to our beloved King” the old man added. “Very well then,” she spoke, “Ask Lord Rickard to make necessary arrangements for our journey, we shall begin early on the morrow.” “As it please you, Your Highness” he bowed. Charlotte gave him a smile before she turned around and left. There was one last person she had to meet before she retired for the day. She entered the small chamber where Little Farlen lay in his bed wrapped in blankets. Tears flowed from his eyes as the muffled sounds of his cries filled the room. Farlen was Queen Charlotte’s ward, sent to the capital from Herstmonceux to be fostered at her express command. He had cried the day his Lord Father had sent him away and he was crying still. Maybe ten was too tender an age to be ripped away from one’s family, but Charlotte knew that boys went to war at this age. Mæjester Nemesius had said that the boy needed to spend more time with the other children, yet Charlotte knew that he needed affection and care more than anything else. “My Lord?” she teased him with a smile, “Are you still awake?” Charlotte took a seat next to him on the bed and was stunned to realize that it was wet. Though she was shocked, the Queen did not show it outwardly. She calmly took the boy out of the bed and bathed him before putting him in his dry clothes. It was the third time Little Farlen had wet his bed in a week and Charlotte wondered if the boy had always had this problem. “You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?” he asked, all gloomy. “I promise, I won’t” Charlotte replied with a smile, “But you must make a promise too..” “W-what promise?” the boy asked. “That you won’t be sad because of this, it is human nature dear, everyone needs to pee” she smiled at him. She knew that kind words could be short and easy to speak, but their echoes were truly endless. She hoped it would make him feel better but the sullen look on the boy’s face only grew deeper. “You wouldn’t know how it feels to have an accident” he cried out, “It feels horrible!” “I know, my sweet” she said. “No, you don’t!” Farlen argued, “You’d know if you wet yourself!” Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, his words reminded her of certain incidents of the past. Humiliating incidents that the Queen had kept hidden in the vault of her mind, but maybe it was time to let them out, “My Lord, I’m going to tell you a little secret, but you’d have to promise me that you won’t ever tell it to anyone, promise?” “A-a secret?” the boy repeated, of course he liked secrets, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear!” “Alright then” Charlotte said, hesitation overridden by the sense of goodwill, “T-the secret is that even I have wet myself, not once but twice and that too in front of people!” she hoped her confession would make him feel better or at least wipe away the gloomy look on his face, but believing that the mighty Queen could have an accident came to be a little hard for the boy, he thought for a moment and then said, “That’s not true! You’re saying this to make me feel better,” he felt desolate and maybe even worse than before to know the Queen would lie to him. “No, really I have, my sweet” she said, now fearing if she had made a mistake letting the boy into her secret, what if he went around and told this to everyone? But there was no going back now. “So, why didn’t you just go to the privy?” he asked innocently, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, beginning to believe her story and feeling a bit better to have someone he could share his embarrassment with. “I tried but I couldn’t get to one before it was too late,” she said, breaking the eye contact as humiliation filled her. “That must have been embarrassing,” Farlen said. “It was.” “You could have waited a little longer, adults are not supposed to wet themselves.” Charlotte fluttered her eyes and smiled faintly at the innocence of the boy, only if he knew how badly she had to go, how much her bladder was bursting, he would have never said such a thing. Waiting any longer had become impossible. She remembered the warmth on her trembling inner thighs and the sheer volume of urine during both her accidents, the boy’s embarrassment would have vanished in an instant had he seen her wetting herself on either of those fateful days. She knew that compared to her, Farlen’s embarrassment must be nothing. Yet she wanted to make the boy feel better. “Is there anything I can do for my little lord to wipe that gloomy look off his face?” Charlotte asked softly, hoping to get something from the boy. And when she saw him still sullen and desolate, she had a thought. She waited a few more seconds, as if deciding if she really wanted to say the next words out of her mouth, but then decided to say it anyway, “Well if you want, you could control when I get to go to the privy,” Charlotte couldn’t believe what she had just said. She was giving the little boy the control of how long she’d have to wait to empty her bladder. She wondered that maybe this was a brainless thought and if it would make any difference but she was willing to do anything to take the boy out of his misery. “I-I don’t get it” Farlen said confounded, unsure if what he understood by the Queen’s words was exactly what she meant to say. “Well, my sweet, if you’d really want, if you think it’d make a difference, I mean, you could control when…well, when I get to go to the privy. That way even if you still wet the bed at night, you can be in charge of when I get to piss, that’ll give you a sense of control” she explained it to him in a soft yet playful voice. “But you’ll have to promise to be nice to me,” she ended with a faint beam. Farlen nodded in agreement, with a heartfelt smile on his face for the first time in weeks. He knew this was going to be fun. The Queen smiled at the obvious improvement in the boy’s mood, “Good, now go to sleep, we have a long journey tomorrow.” She pulled up his sheets for him before giving him a peck on the forehead as she left the room. Late at night when the castle was asleep, the knock came at the Queen’s door, loud and unexpected. Charlotte stopped pouring the wine into the cup, frowning. “What is it?” Aldred’s voice came through the door. “My Queen, Mæjester Nemesius is without and begs urgent audience.” “You told him I had left orders not to be disturbed?” “Yes, my Queen. He insists.” “Alright, send him in.” Mæjester Nemesius was shown in before the door was closed behind him. He saw Her Highness standing near the table beside her bed, pouring her favorite red wine into the goblet. He could see her flowing silk brown hair running down her back, it looked as if her robes were open from the front. “My Queen,” he said to her, “pardon for disturbing your rest. There was a message.” “A message? At this hour of the night?” she turned and walked towards him. He saw her breasts, the nipples that were shades deeper of brown and the thick black bush at the juncture of her thighs, a coarse, untamed forest of hair six inches long. She was much hairier than any woman he had seen before. She tied her robes before she took the parchment from his hand and unrolled it. As her eyes slowly moved along the words a sigh escaped her throat. “What does it say?” Nemesius asked. “Lord Hadrian of Etonbury… he is no more….. a fever took him” she said, turning back around. She went to the table and lifted the goblet of wine to drink it down at once. “He was a good man, may the God grant him rest,” he said.
  15. I love Sarah Silverman and her show from a few years back had some funny desperation sections...here's one of my favorites from the show. I also like the one where she pees into a Pringles container! http://www.cc.com/video-playlists/kw3fj0/the-opposition-with-jordan-klepper-welcome-to-the-opposition-w--jordan-klepper/3fbg8z
  16. Version 1.0.0

    Been a while. We got set-up and now the payoff for the first gauntlet of our 10 girls.

    $3.00

  17. Howdy, You guys may remember this young lady from some of her other vids that have circulated around here before. Well, she just posted a new one, showing her face, several different angles of desperation, while performing mundane activities with a full bladder for almost 14 minutes. Buuuuut wait, there’s more! Its free ? Yeah, this ones going in the hall of fame. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b6dde88656f3
  18. Looks like a game show with a holding contest, I don't speak Japanese so I'm not quite sure what the rules are, but these ladies are definitely getting desperate. Some nice crotch grabbing and other shenanigans!
  19. bladderboi

    Nurse desperate to pee

    Found this one on youtube, not sure if posted already. Also, would anyone know the original?
  20. Alex Oxford

    female Cashier Desperation

    This is a sighting from fairly recently, but I haven't had time to sit down and type it out! I may have embellished a little bit for storytelling purposes, but all of this definitely happened, and it was pretty great. About a month ago or so, I was going on a little road trip with friends, towards the southern border of California. Of course, as every self respecting man knows, you need to have some badass socks for a badass road trip. I hope I'm not the only one. Regardless, I needed socks, and as much as I hated to admit it, a particular store in my area had the best socks for the best prices (I've shopped around). This particular store I used to work at, right after I graduated from high school. They shafted me on hours on a regular basis, had the crappiest job training in the world, and on a number of occasions, I was harassed by a crackhead (the same one), and a co-workers jealous cholo boyfriend. Naturally, this was not one of my best experiences. While it really did a lot at toughening me up, I never once looked forward to going to work. I'd like to think I'm over it now, but I'm still not the biggest fan. I was at least over it to walk in there and get a tremendous deal on some work socks. You know, the kind that you use for office clothes and such. I picked up a pair earbuds as well, and a pair of throw away flip flops, which is important coming up. As usual, they were understaffed, and there was a long line with only 2 cashiers, both girls that looked to be in their early twenties. I sighed, and waited patiently for my turn. The cashier furthest to the left was about 5'4", pretty, and Latina, with long black hair kept in a ponytail, with modest assets. She looked fairly athletic. As my turn came closer, I noticed that this particular girl was looking a little restless. She was bouncing up and down, and blowing somewhat forcefully through her mouth, that way you would blow on a cup of tea or coffee to cool it off. She seemed somewhat distressed, and I think I knew why. I felt a sudden rush of excitement roll through my chest, and I silently wished that I would be called to her register. The stars aligned today, and as I approached the register, her buzzer went off. "Please proceed to register 5." Nice. "Hi, how are you today?" She greeted me pleasantly. "Not so bad, thanks! Just running a few errands. How's your day so far?" "It's going okay, it's been really busy!" "I'm sure, there's only two of you!" I said, referring to the lack of cashiers. "It's always like that." She sighed, and crossed her legs tightly. She then proceeded to bounce up and down while ringing up my stuff. She started stepping from foot to foot, and she sighed in frustration as she did so. I decided to say something, casually of course. "It's been a long day for you huh?" I said, referring to her sigh. "Oh not really, I've had longer shifts. Honestly, I just really have to pee!." I blushed. Then I laughed, and she giggled back. "Don't make fun of me!" She laughed, crossing her legs and bending forward. I was so aroused. "I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you. I promise!" I teased back. She was a good sport about it. "You better be!" She laughed, giving me a silly look. "Oh my god, I have to pee soooo bad!" Now that the cat was out of the bag, she began to openly pee dance, to my disbelief. She started stutter stepping, putting one foot in front of the other, rhythmically, and dancing from foot to foot. "You gonna be okay?" I asked, feigning concerning but subtly wanting to know more. "I will be if someone were to come and cover for me! I've been trying to go for a whole hour now!" She said, crossing her legs, bouncing, and hissing through her teeth as she desperately tried to finish the transaction. "A whole hour!? Damn, you're a pro!" I teased, hoping to make her laugh. She giggled, firmly crossing her legs and pressing her hand into her side. "Don't make me laugh, it's not helping!" "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make things worse!" Low key, I was. She then asked for debit or credit, the whole time pee dancing, and getting more and more frantic by the second. She really had to pee, and it was obvious to anyone looking at her that she didn't have much time before she had an accident, and completely flooded her work uniform and made a massive puddle behind the register. At this point, I am aroused beyond belief, and I'm doing my best to keep my composure, probably failing actually. I was so nervous I was almost shaking. I decided to do something very bold, and something I almost regret. I decided to delay her as long as I possibly could, and see how that played out. I wasn't sure if I would be entirely discreet about it, but I decided I was going to do it anyway. I told her I wanted debit, and the prompt came on to the screen and requested my PIN. I inserted my card, and intentionally input the wrong PIN. I was so nervous and excited and what could potentially happen that it was almost overwhelming. But what's done is done. She continued to subtly pee dance behind the register, and I could hear the shuffling of her thighs back and forth behind the counter. She frowned, and looked at me. "The card was declined, invalid PIN." "Huh, that's strange. I'm pretty sure this is the same debit card I always use. It could be from my business account, can I try again?" "Of course!" She said reassuringly. We tried again, and again (of course), it was declined. She was starting to look a little bit anxious, and I could now hear her feet making contact with the floor with more force. She was losing composure. "I'm so sorry about this, let me do credit and I'll run my credit card." "Okay... no problem!" She said, biting her lip with a forced smile. She started tapping her foot, jiggling her leg, and took a minute to press her hands against her thighs. "I really have to pee. Oh my god. I'm so sorry, I must look ridiculous!" She gave a half hearted giggle, while continuing her pee dance, now much more frantic, visible, and vivid. She stepped back and forth, and an audible moan left her mouth. I tried my credit card, which was maxed out. Again, declined. "Here, let me try another one!" I said, pulling out another cancelled card as she reset the transaction. As aroused as I was, I started to feel guilty, dirty even. Despite the fact that she wasn't able to leave, even if I did cash out, I still felt bad for making this harder for her, and I had a wave of conscience. "Look, you can go to the bathroom real quick, I'll just stay here, I don't mind waiting." "No, I can't, someone has to be here to fill in for me." She winced, bending slightly and putting her hands on her knees. I thankfully my erection was concealed on the other end of the waist high counter, or I would've been outed. I haven't seen a woman this desperate in a long time, and I had no idea how to take it. At this point, I had had my fun. I felt bad, and I was ready to pay for my stupid socks. I asked her to try again, and reached for an active credit card. She nodded, and started the transaction over. As she waited for me to nervously pull out my other, she reached for a water bottle underneath her counter, and chugged a good quarter of it. I was shocked, and I couldn't help but stare as she gulped down additional fluids, which was definitely a problem for her bursting bladder. I tried to make a joke, considering this was absolutely incredulous to me. "Isn't that counter- productive?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "What is?" "Chugging water? Don't you like, really have to pee?" "Ohhhhh, that!" She laughed, crossing her legs and bouncing once, kicking her foot behind her. "I wasn't even thinking honestly! I always drink a lot of water." "Not that it's any of my business, but that might have been what's gotten you in this situation in the first place!" I teased, genuinely. As much I was I was enjoying this, it was ludicrous to me that she would keep drinking, being that she looked like she was on the verge of an accident. "You're probably right to be honest, this happens to me a lot here!" Nice. Amidst her frantic dancing however, I failed to notice one of the other employees come in behind the register. Apparently, he had just come in, and opened up another register. We both looked at the same time as he logged in. "Oh thank god! I'm dying!" She whined, and radioed in to the supervisor to see if it was okay if she could use the bathroom. "Hi, it's Jenny (we'll call her).... No, but Diego (we'll call him) just signed in, can please take a break now?.... I really have to go, I've been holding it since 3.... Okay, thank you so much!" She put down the radio and looked at me. "I'm so sorry but this is getting bad, I have to go. Diego can help you on the next register!" "That's no problem, I totally understand!" I said nicely, "have a nice day!" She still had to log out of her register, and as I moved over to Diego's, I could see her frantically stepping back and forth as she attempted to log out. I rang my stuff up at his register, and in order to not look fishy, I told him I was having trouble with a lot of my cards, and I needed to find one that worked. I began to search for another credit card, when all Diego called to Jenny, as she was walking towards the bathroom with clenched fists. "Hey Jen, do you know where the [name of tool] is?" A what? Why would he need that? Then I looked down at the flip flops that I had bought, and they were chained together with a theft prevention sensor and cable. I couldn't leave the store without them, and there was a tool that you needed to remove it. Diego didn't have it in his register, but apparently Jenny did. She stopped on the spot, crossed her legs, and winced and groaned. She bent at the waist and clenched her fists at her sides. It was so sexy, and other customers watched as this pretty girl desperately tried not to pee herself in the middle of her job. Jenny waddled back over to her register, and searched for the tool to remove the sensor from my flip flops. She couldn't find it. She raised a thigh to waist level and twisted to gain control, and hissed through her teeth. She was definitely close to losing it. "Are you okay?" Diego asked stupidly. "No I have to pee!" Jenny whined, stepping in place. "I'm sorry, can you have Donna (we'll call her) find it? She knows where it is, I seriously can't wait anymore." With that, she briskly shuffled over to the bathrooms. By the time Donna had come and provided the tool, she still had not come back. I silently hoped that she had wet herself on the way to the bathroom. I asked for scissors real quick from Donna, who was unoccupied at the time and working the other register closest to the exit, to open my earbud container. Just as she had finished opening the container, and I had linked up the earbuds to my phone to play some music on, I saw Jenny walking back from the bathrooms, looking cheery. She made it, I'm sure. She saw me as she passed by and smiled. "Feeling better?" I chuckled. "Much better, thank you! Have a nice day!" I don't have many fond memories of this store. But as of that day, I have one more! I might need more socks, now that I think of it.
  21. On the day of the first exploratory journey into the atmosphere of Avalon, Sebastian and his two passengers - Miranda, the team's meteorologist and Cordelia, the life sciences specialist - gathered in the crew refectory for a pre-flight briefing. "The shuttle is designed primarily for trips between the ship and the surface that take less than an hour" said Sebastian. "Passengers are strapped in their seats for the whole flight so obviously there are no toilets on board. "But as you know, on this trip we're going to be be descending from orbit into Avalon's atmosphere, making detailed observations at low altitude and then climbing back to the ship again. The whole flight is going to take about six hours. Adult nappies are an option...." "No way am I wearing one of those!" exclaimed Cordelia. "Me neither!" said Miranda vehemently. "In that case, are you both OK with wetting yourselves when you need to?" They nodded. No problem there. "Fine by me, but there are some things you definitely wouldn't want to do in your pants. Are you sure you're both going to be all right on that score?" The girls nodded again. They had already thought of that and taken care of it. "Right then. Time for Ariel's special brew!" The serving hatch in the wall opened and two large glasses of liquid appeared. "Drink up, this stuff is guaranteed to prevent space sickness." It turned out to be slightly sweet but with a pleasant citrus flavour. Sebastian watched the girls drink it all down. Then, with a wicked grin, he added "It's also guaranteed to make you pee an awful lot!" -------------- Sebastian led the way to the shuttle docking bay. It was the first time Miranda had seen the ship-to-surface shuttle - back on Earth they had been transported to the Lagrange space station on one of the much larger regular shuttles. This one was short and compact with a fuselage consisting of a small cabin forward of the fusion reactor casing. At present its stubby wings were partly retracted into the fuselage below floor level. No windows of course; the cabin walls would display a 360 degree view of the outside world and screens at their seats would show the terrain beneath them. Standing by the shuttle door, Sebastian paused. "One final thing. Once we leave the ship's gravitational field we'll be weightless for a while so if you think you might need to pee soon, best do it here. We really don't want half a litre of urine floating around the cabin in little droplets - a golden shower wouldn't even begin to describe it!" Cordelia promptly squatted on her haunches, lifted up up her short white tunic and and wet her blue panties, two or three streams merging into a puddle between her feet. Miranda was already feeling the need for a pee after the drink in the refectory. She squatted down and tried to relieve herself but, with the others standing waiting for her, she just couldn't get started. The more she tried the more her body refused to co-operate. Bladder shyness, at the worst possible time!. "Um.....looks like I don't need to pee just yet" she mumbled in embarrassment. "OK then, let's go" said Sebastian, stooping to enter the shuttle by its midships door. "Turn left for first class" murmured Cordelia ironically, viewing the spartan cabin dimly lit by its glowing ceiling. Its three seats each consisted of fine-mesh webbing stretched over a lightweight tubular frame that was bolted to the metal floor. "Everything is designed to minimise mass" Sebastian explained. "But don't worry, the seats aren't as uncomfortable as they look. And you won't end up sitting in a puddle when you've wet yourself." He took the centre seat that faced the ship's flight console, a side-stick controller on each armrest. Behind him, Miranda took the left hand seat and Cordelia sat on the other side of the central aisle, both girls making sure their tunics were spread out clear of their panties. -------------- The shuttle was drifting slowly away from the spaceship. Miranda was finding that weightlessness only increased her need for a pee. She tried to concentrate on the view outside but the cabin walls showed only pitch darkness with the occasional pinpoint light from a distant star. Mistaking Miranda's apparent tension for nerves, Cordelia gave her a reassuring smile. "As we've just left the ship, we're travelling at the same speed as it is - that's about 15,000 miles per hour relative to the planet's surface" said Sebastian. "If we hit Avalon's atmosphere at that speed we'd burn up so first we need to do a lot of slowing down. As we do so, Avalon's gravitational pull will cause us to lose altitude. We need to get the balance between forward speed and rate of descent exactly right when we enter Avalon's upper atmosphere but don't worry - Ariel is doing all the difficult sums!" "How long will we be weightless?" asked Miranda in a worried voice. "About twenty minutes. After that, I'll change the engine thrust vector from reducing our forward speed to stopping us falling too fast and then it will feel like normal gravity again." Twenty minutes! Could she wait that long? Her bladder was now sending urgent signals. On the spaceship she had fallen into the habit of wetting her panties as soon as she felt any need so she was rather out of practice at holding on. Sebastian pulled back on the left-hand stick, the shuttle began to slow and Miranda felt herself being pushed forward against her harness, increasing the pressure on her bladder. He moved the other stick to the right and the craft commenced a long, banked turn and Avalon's curved horizon came into view on Cordelia's side, the haze of its atmosphere visible above the rim, backlit by the still hidden sun. Miranda bit her lip. How long had it been? Much more importantly, how long still to go? The shuttle gave a brief shiver. "We're just beginning to enter Avalon's atmosphere" Sebastian said. "Its very thin at this altitude, just wisps of gas, but it will get denser as we descend and that will also help us to slow down. There was now just one thought hammering through Miranda's mind as she crossed and re-crossed her legs; 'I must not pee yet! I must not pee yet!' The shuttle was shuddering continuously now. Sebastian moved his right hand slightly, the craft rolled back to horizontal and the planet became visible on both sides of the craft, in daylight now with fluffy white clouds just discernible far below them. Miranda slipped a hand between her legs and held herself tight. Cordelia glanced across. "Are you all right?" "I need to pee so badly!" Miranda murmured in distress. A tear rolled down her cheek. Sebastian heard her. "Do you want me to hurry up the descent? It'll be a bit bumpy if I do." "Yes please!" Miranda begged. Cordelia reached across and gave her free hand a comforting squeeze. The shuttle 's nose-down pitch increased, the shuddering became a buffeting and the craft bucked and yawed like a trapped animal. The descent seemed to Miranda, who now had both hands crammed between her tightly crossed legs, to be lasting an eternity. In fact it lasted too long. Cordelia saw pee start to spray through the fabric of Miranda's seat, forced downwards initially but soon slowing and breaking up into a cloud of glistening droplets suspended in mid-air. Miranda buried her face in her hands and sobbed in shame and embarrassment. The craft started to level out and the sensation of normal gravity gradually returned . The suspended droplets began to drift hesitantly towards the floor around Miranda's seat. Sebastian called out over his shoulder "OK Miranda, you can pee now!" He turned to make sure she was OK. She was still wetting herself but now the pee cascading through the webbing of her seat was falling and splashing noisily on to the metal floor. He gave her a cheerful grin. "That's an impressive flood!" he said. "I'm glad you managed to hold on until now!" Cordelia gave Miranda a conspiratorial wink. -------------- They had been flying above Avalon for nearly four hours, Cordelia and Miranda busily observing, recording and making notes whilst Sebastian focused on navigating the shuttle and avoiding any unfortunate mishaps, such as over-familiarity with any of the planet's mountain ranges. Fortunately for them, Ariel had already built up a comprehensive database of observations from the orbiting space craft and was continuously feeding telemetry to her onboard self to display, advise and, if needs be, to intervene to keep her children safe. Sebastian had been right about the side-effects of Ariel's special brew. For the third time Cordelia paused in her work and sat with a faraway expression whilst pee poured through the fabric of her panties and the webbing of her seat to pool on the metal floor. Miranda's bladder muscles still ached from her earlier near-disaster so she had been making no effort at control, continuously leaking and spurting into her already saturated panties whilst she worked, her pee trickling through her seat to patter and drip on to the floor beneath her. They had made a series of supersonic sprints starting at the north pole and heading towards the equator. Between each sprint they slowed to a low-altitude dawdle to sample the atmosphere and observe the land vegetation at different latitudes. These confirmed Cordelia's earlier observations from the orbiting spaceship, a rich variety of vegetation ranging from the tundra of the polar regions to an equatorial belt of tropical rainforests. Unsurprisingly, Cordelia did not recognise any of the specific plant species but overall it looked remarkably like Earth. In the equatorial region she caught an occasional glimpse of what looked like large, brightly coloured dragonflies but there were no other signs of animal life. Bassanio would be on tomorrow's overflight and it would, she thought, be interesting to see what he might discover in the planet's oceans. Smiling mischievously to herself, she made a mental note to recommend drinking plenty of Ariel's special brew. Eventually, Sebastian announced that it was time to leave Avalon's atmosphere and return to the orbiting spaceship. There was a chorus of protest from the girls. "But there's so much more to see!" "We're getting such fantastic data!" Sebastian was firm. "We're coming up to an ideal slot for intercepting the ship in orbit and it will be two more hours before we get another opportunity. And, at the rate you girls are wetting yourselves, it'll be up to our ankles by then!" "Remind me, whose idea was it for us to drink all that special brew?" Miranda asked innocently. Sebastian chose to ignore the question. "Anyway, I'm getting hungry!" "Next time I'll make you a sandwich!" retorted Cordelia. "Its a deal!" Sebastian laughed. "But now it's time to get going. You'd better stop swigging from those water bottles because we're going to be weightless again once we're in orbit. Time for one last pee if you need to, then I'll get the cabin floor cleaned up. Reluctantly, the girls stowed away their screens and notepads. Cordelia sat back in her seat and added a fourth stream of pee to the flood beneath her. Miranda wished she had had more notice of the imminent return to weightlessness - she would have stopped chugging water from her bottle much earlier. She managed to squeeze out a few drops but she was all too aware that there was going to be a lot more in the pipeline. Sebastian touched an icon and a cleaning cube appeared and bustled around the cabin, leaving a completely dry floor in its wake. Sebastian pushed the left-hand side-stick forward. The hum of the fusion reactor became a distant roar and the shuttle accelerated fiercely. He slid the right hand stick slowly back and the craft gradually pitched nose-up until they were leaning back in their seats at a 45 degree angle. A brief shudder as they pierced the clouds then, still climbing steeply they accelerated to supersonic, then hypersonic, speeds. It was, Miranda thought, rather exhilarating. On the cabin walls the girls saw Avalon's surface rapidly recede beneath them, the curve of the planet's horizon becoming more pronounced and the sky gradually darkening from blue to pitch black. Weightlessness returned - and with it Miranda's need for a pee. 'This is bloody ridiculous!' she thought angrily. 'It can't have been twenty minutes since the last time'. Mortified by the idea that Sebastian might insist in her wearing a nappy on future flights, she was determined not to admit that she might be in trouble for a second time. "Sebastian, how long until we're docked?" she asked in what she hoped sounded like a conversational tone of voice. Cordelia looked across at her and raised an eyebrow. Miranda gave her a bright smile. "It will take about twenty minutes to catch up with the ship, then a bit longer whilst we match our speed and position precisely so that the davits can lock on and haul us in" Sebastian replied. Once again the view outside was just inky blackness punctuated by occasional points of light but eventually the shuttle began to slowly overtake the spaceship in its orbit, creeping forward along its huge flank towards the docking bay. Sebastian juggled with the two side-sticks, the docking bay door slid open and the davits locked on to the shuttle with a clang. The hum of the reactor died away and the craft was pulled into its dock. The sensation of gravity returned. Miranda tried to look relaxed and unhurried as she collected together her notepads and recording devices whilst the docking bay was re-pressurising. Then Sebastian released the door and the three of them walked out on to the loading bay where the other five crew-members were waiting to greet them. Whilst Sebastian and Cordelia answered their clamorous questions - "How did it go?" "What did you see?" - Miranda stood silently beside them, pee streaming down the insides of her legs and pooling around her bare feet.
  22. Ondinist

    Avalon

    Perdita and Sebastian stood staring at the image of the planet that filled the huge viewing screen whilst data on its mass, gravity, atmosphere, temperature and other metrics scrolled alongside. Still watching the screen intently, Perdita spread her legs and peed on the floor. She gave Sebastian a mischievous smile as he stood waiting politely for her to finish - she knew how much he liked it when she wet herself. Then she walked over to the Intelligence console, leaving a trail of droplets from her soaked panties. Flicking the hem of her short tunic clear, she sat at the desk and started to review the data, her slim, manicured fingers flicking deftly over touchscreens, keypads and thought sensors. She turned to him and smiled. "Its looking good" she said. "I think we should ask Ariel to wake the others". Behind them, a rectangle sketched itself on to what had been a featureless wall. The rectangle became an open slot and a small, flat, boxlike device emerged. Hovering an inch or so above the floor, it scooted over to the puddle in front of the viewing screen. The puddle shrank and disappeared, the device returned to its slot and the wall was once again blank. -------------- The spaceship had been wandering the galaxy for a very long time - how long depended on your point of view. On Earth, thousands of years had passed since the ship had uncoupled from the Lagrange space station and launched out into deep space but the ship had been travelling at close to light speed so the search for a planet suitable for colonisation had lasted only a couple of hundred years on board. During that time, Ariel, the ship's Intelligence - the archaic word 'computer' would be totally inadequate to describe her - had, with motherly care, kept the eight humans on board in a state of suspended animation whilst the ship's systems managed, monitored and, on the rare occasions it was necessary, repaired themselves. Ariel was the ship and the ship was Ariel. Now, its exterior scarred and pitted and still with a thin dusting of frozen hydrogen on the areas that were shadowed from the alien sun, the ship was in orbit around a promising looking planet and Ariel had gently brought Perdita and Sebastian back to life, back to consciousness. On behalf of their fellow passengers, their task would be to confirm Ariel's analysis that the planet beneath them was indeed suitable to become their new home. -------------- Two weeks since their Reawakening - they were still using Earth's parameters to measure time - Viola lay in bed, thinking about the day ahead. Each of the eight crew members had spent the previous days reviewing Ariel's data from the standpoint of their own specialist skills. This morning they would all meet to share their findings and plan towards an eventual trip to the planet's surface. Beside her, Lysander was still asleep. Viola needed to pee but she felt disinclined to get up just yet. Instead she stretched languorously and let her mind drift back with erotic pleasure to last night's lovemaking whilst she wet the bed. -------------- At Perdita's request, Ariel had configured the ship's meeting room theatre-style, with four pairs of chairs facing a lectern on a podium in front of the viewing screen. The other couples drifted in. It went without saying that they were all physically near-perfect specimens of humanity, each with the light coffee-coloured skin and lustrous, dark wavy hair that were now the norm everywhere on Earth. All of them were barefoot and were wearing the short, comfortable, lightweight belted tunics that were the usual indoor clothes both on Earth and on board a spaceship. With perfectly regulated temperatures and humidities there was no need for anything else apart from panties or male briefs. When the voyage was being planned, Ariel had built up detailed psychological profiles of prospective crew members to ensure that the personalities of each of the four couples she selected were perfect matches for each other and that all eight of them would work successfully together as a team. And Ariel's analysis had identified another trait that they had in common - all the girls liked to wet themselves and all the boys liked it when they did so. Ariel approved - their shared trait would be another useful factor in building a cohesive team. And in any case, to her it seemed perfectly logical. The ship's interior cleaning systems were 100% efficient so why waste time going to the lavatory just for a pee? -------------- Perdita called the meeting to order and gave a brief introduction, then invited Orlando and Miranda to the lectern to describe the planet and its atmosphere. Orlando spoke first. The geological structure of the planet was, he explained, remarkably Earth-like. Images and graphics flashed up on the huge screen behind him. The planet was slightly smaller than Earth so gravity was about 95% of that on Earth. It's axis of rotation was not tilted - Earth is unusual in that respect - so there were no seasonal variations, and a complete day/night cycle took about 20 hours. Standing beside Orlando whilst he was giving his part of the presentation, Miranda's mind had wandered on to how urgently she needed to pee. She really should have taken care of it earlier, she thought. She didn't want to part her legs and piss on the podium floor whilst Orlando was talking nor was wetting herself a planned part of her own presentation. She told herself she would just have to wait until she was back in her seat. She could do it there, no problem. The end of Orlando's part of their presentation suddenly jerked Miranda's mind back to the present. Already Ariel was flashing up graphics showing the chemical composition of the atmosphere - about 80% inert nitrogen, most of the rest oxygen, some carbon dioxide and traces of various other gases - much like Earth, in fact. "Um....weather systems....." she was bursting! ".....similar to Earth....driven by hot air rising at the Equator...upper air flows towards the Poles converted by the Coriolis effect into a west-to-east flow at mid latitudes...." she felt her panties dampen and something trickled down her left thigh ".....polar regions around zero Celsius...." Somehow she reached the end of her presentation without completely losing control and Perdita, who had been noticing her inability to stand still, gave her a conspiratorial grin as she called Cordelia and Bassanio to outline the biology of the planet. Miranda hurried back to her seat, Orlando following. By now, everybody else was paying attention to Cordelia's description of the planet's life-forms - a rich variety of plant life but no sign of any animals - but Orlando noticed Miranda lift her tunic slightly as she sat down followed, a moment later, by an expanding puddle as she soaked her pretty little panties and the seat beneath her. He put his arm around her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. -------------- It was been a long meeting, with much discussion and many questions to the experts in each field, supplemented by information and advice from Ariel, given in her soft, low voice that seemed to come from all sides of the room at once. When it eventually ended and they were filing out of the room, Miranda noticed that hers was not the only chair with a large wet patch. They had agreed that Sebastian would pilot the ship-to-surface shuttle on a series of flights through the lower atmosphere to build up their knowledge of the planet before they attempted a first landing on its surface. Miranda and Cordelia would be passengers on the first overflight, taking a closer look at the planet's atmosphere and life forms. Finally, Perdita had announced the result of their competition to name their potential new home. There was a clear winner, voted for by almost everybody. The planet would be known to them as Avalon. Author's note This story is the first of a possible new series. Like my earlier Valerie series, each story would be self-contained but would also form part of a sequence. Feedback welcome. If you think the idea is worth continuing with, suggestions for future plot lines would be much appreciated. What awaits them on the planet's surface?
  23. Hey everyone. This is just a short story I wrote up on my phone today while I myself was relaxing on the beach. Hope you all enjoy. ***** "Hey Izzy, can we go soon? I kinda gotta pee," Penelope said, crossing her legs on the large towel that the two women were laying on. It was late in the afternoon at the Jersey shore, at a lesser-populated section of beach that stretched in front of a large residential area. Near Seaside and the pier, you couldn't walk two feet without bumping into anyone. Here, while there were people around, they were more spread out in clusters with their friends or family. "I gotta go too," Isabel muttered. "We really just got here though, and it's a long walk back. Let's just do it in the ocean." "We can't go in the water, there's no lifeguard here," Penelope stated. "I think they left at five." "Like that matters, we're only going in up to the vag and it's a super calm day. C'mon, I gotta go." Penelope and Isabel were vacationing here from Pennsylvania, staying at a summer rental for three weeks. Their parents had fucked off to Atlantic City, but they were nineteen and twenty, so rather than sit around the lobby of a casino with nothing to do aside from peck on questionable sushi, they elected to stay in the area, go shopping, and eventually hit the beach. They stood up together and placed their heavy cooler and purses on the towel to stop it from blowing away. They had only been at the beach for an hour, but the two of them had gone through plenty of water and more than a couple of wine coolers each. Yes, they weren't of legal drinking age, but their parents were Spaniards and cared little for the more ridiculous American laws, unlike the casinos. Isabel yelped and jumped as a cool wave surrounded her ankles, and Penelope followed her in. They waded until the waterline was around their hips, gasping periodically as small waves splashed them when they weren't ready for it. "Alright, we're good here," Penelope muttered. She closed her eyes and tried to relax her bladder. It took a moment, but her muscles calmed down and she was just about to start peeing when Isabel slapped her lightly on the arm. "Penny, look..." Penelope opened her eyes. Isabel tilted her head towards the shore. Penelope turned her gaze, and immediately noticed that more than half the people on the beach were staring straight at them. Not only were they the only people in the water for miles, but they were two young, athletic Spanish women wearing nothing but matching red bikinis. They were certainly first in line for the title of 'Center of Attention.' "I can't pee like this," Isabel whispered with a nervous giggle. She couldn't be heard over the wind and waves, but her mouth movement combined with sibling telepathy was more than enough for Penelope. "I mean...we're just standing here, they probably already think that's what we're doing. Might as well actually do it," Penelope offered. "And this was your idea in the first place." "It just won't come out," Isabel whined, bouncing slightly in the water." "Fuck, I can't do it either now," Penelope sighed. "Let's get out of here before a patrol guy comes past and tells us off for going in the ocean without a lifeguard." The two women trudged out of the ocean and back to their towel. "We have to go back to the rental," Isabel muttered. "Come on, load up the stuff." "I don't wanna walk that far when I need to pee this bad," Penelope complained. "It already hurts, let alone when I'm moving and after that much time." "It's really that bad?" Isabel asked her sister. The younger woman nodded, her legs held tightly together. "I didn't wanna leave too soon but I've been pretty desperate for a while." "It's getting there for me too I guess," Isabel sighed. "I guess we should wait till we have to go even worse, then it'll be easier to pee in the ocean." "Fine," Penelope conceded. "Shouldn't be long. Here, let's drink something else, make it even quicker." She opened the cooler and tossed a water bottle to Isabel, then took one for herself. They sat on the towel and quickly drank their bottles, placed the empties back in the cooler, and laid down on the towel. Twenty minutes passed. Isabel and Penelope were both squirming in place while playing with their phones, trying to stay subtle but failing more and more as time flowed on. "I have a pee belly," Penelope moaned suddenly. Isabel turned her head. Her sister had her right hand on her stomach, which was protruding visibly. "Damn, that's a lot of whiz," she giggled. "Think you're ready for the ocean? I'm kinda bursting here." "Yeah, let's try again." They both stood up once more, but this time the motion caused their bladders to throb powerfully and suddenly. They yelped and moved to hold themselves, only stopping once they realized that a pervert or two may still have eyes on them. "Hurryhurryhurry..." They shoved their phones back in their purses and weighed down the towel again, then waddled to the water's edge. A minute later, they were waist-deep once more. "Holy shit, I need to pee so bad," Penelope cried. "Do it," Isabel told her. "I'M TRYING!" Isabel reached her hand over and shoved Penelope's stomach. She shrieked and stepped back, nearly falling over into the water. "Stop, people might seeeee," she finished with an extended whine. "I'm gonna squeeze it out of you if you don't pee right now," Isabel threatened. "Well, are you peeing?" Penelope countered. "....No." "Then shut up." "I don't get it, we're both so desperate, why can't we do it?" Penelope groaned, bending slightly below the surface and finally holding herself. "We've never gone with people looking at us. Even if they can't really SEE, it's still super weird." "Well I can't hold it until we get back to the rental at this point. I'll really wet myself," Isabel mumbled, her face growing very worried. "Me too," Penelope responded, empathy in her voice. "What are we gonna do?" "Well, let's get out of the water, obviously this isn't going to fucking work." Still totally unrelieved, they shambled out of the surf once more, fighting hard not to appear as frantic as they really were. They made it back to their towel, but neither one laid back down. "SO WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?" Isabel repeated loudly, her voice cracking slightly. "Sssshhhhh," Penelope hissed. She looked around, not sure what for, but her eyes found it anyway. "Look. There." Isabel turned and saw it. The lifeguard chair, tilted on its back as it always was when unoccupied, facing away from the ocean a few dozen meters away from them. "What about it?" "The chair is cover from this side," Penelope explained. "The dunes are cover from the other side. If we go behind there we should just be able to pull our bikinis aside and pee in the sand under the chair with nobody seeing us." Isabel blinked at the chair. "What...what if people come over the dunes? The chair's right in front of a walkway." "It's later in the afternoon. More than half the people who were here when we got here have left. I don't think anyone else will show up." "Okay...we can try." Without wasting one second, the women made a beeline for the tipped chair. They struggled to walk on the soft, dry sand, the already unstable ground made ten times worse by their bursting bladders. Finally they made it to the top of the incline, however a huge problem was made clear to both of them at the same time. "Ah, fuck," they whispered in unison. While not visible from the water's edge, the second stories of the homes that lined the boardwalk were now looming over them. Anyone looking out of one of their windows would have a full view of them. "Penny, I can't hold it," Isabel cried. She sounded completely defeated. "I'm gonna pee right here, I can't wait anymore..." "Come on," Penelope encouraged her. "I've had to go longer than you have, and what if someone really is looking? What if you start peeing and they start filming? You wanna end up on a voyeur pee porn site?" "The fuck? Is that a thing?" "Everything is a thing on the internet. Either way, it can't happen. We have to figure something else out," Penelope groaned. "Maybe we just sit on the sand and frickin' pee," Isabel suggested. "We could, but then we'd have to lay in it until it dries or people would see the marks when we stand up." "Ewww... Can we just pee in the towel? Stuff it in a bag, go to the laundromat?" Penelope pursed her lips. "Hey...that would work. That's the one! Come on!" "I can barely walk," Isabel moaned, taking unsteady steps, crossing her legs with each stride. "Same," Penelope said softly. "I've never had to pee this badly in my life. It feels so weird, like I can't control my limbs properly." Slowly but surely, they returned to their towel. The thing was massive and thick, twelve feet by twelve feet, designed for a whole family to relax on while giving them a fair territory on a crowded beach. "Fold it over," Isabel exhaled, "it'll hold more." The women moaned and groaned as they bent down to manipulate the towel, folding it in two. Finally, they laid side by side, breathing heavily, their legs tied in knots. "Here we go," Penelope breathed. "Ready?" "God, YES," Isabel nearly shouted. "Just be careful not to flood it or we'll still leave a big mark in the sand. Just pee until you can hold the rest. Okay, let's go. Three...two...one..." "Excuse me?" The women froze, terrified, as the male voice spoke from directly behind them. Isabel just stared blankly into the early evening sky, too desperate to move, and Penelope craned her neck backwards. There was a lifeguard, about their age and extremely attractive, muscular, and tanned, sitting on an ATV and staring at them with a smile that made Penelope's privates rev up like a riding mower. Somehow, with how insanely distracted they were, they hadn't even registered the sound of the approaching vehicle. "Yes?" she squeaked. "Didn't see the sign at the entrance?" he said, still flashing that ridiculous smile. "We have to set up the beach for the festival tomorrow. There's gonna be a jetski race along the coast, gotta set up a line for spectators. The beach closes at seven, which is...ten minutes ago. Everybody's gotta get." "Ohmigod, we're ssoooo sorry," Penelope chirped, rolling to her feet. "We'll leave right now." Isabel stared at her sister, tears in her eyes. "Penny...I can't," she mouthed silently. Penelope stood still for a moment. Her eyes darted around, looking for something, anything that could save them. While this lifeguard was here though, they were hopeless. "Uh, sir," Penelope choked out, "we're leaving, promise. Go tell the rest of the people here what's going on, and have a good time setting up. See you tomorrow, maybe." Seemingly satisfied with this, the disgustingly hot lifeguard nodded, his grin widening. "Sounds good to me. Have a great night, girls." He revved his ATV and took off towards the family two hundred feet down the beach. "It's gonna come out," Isabel barked the second he was out of earshot. "I can't wait anymore." "Izzy, we have to go NOW, or he's gonna come back, he's gonna see. If someone who looks like that finds out we peed here, I will fucking kill myself." "I can't help it, it's too much..." Penelope shouted in frustration. Not at her sister, she felt only empathy for her sister, rather at life itself at this very moment. Her mind was spiraling madly in every direction, imagining and discarding possible moves like some kind of pee-based Chess Grandmaster. And then she found it. The houses could see them at the lifeguard chair, but not here. The beachgoers could see them from here, but not at the chair. There was no cover here, and all at once, it hit her that they had been laying on cover this entire time. THE TOWEL. Then came the problem of hiding the evidence. They couldn't just leave stains in the sand, but covering it like cats would take time and draw attention. They needed a way to keep the ground dry, a receptacle. THE COOLER. "Up. Now," Penelope ordered. "I'll pee!" Isabel hissed as Penelope grabbed her arm and tried pulling her to her feet. "Good! Now UP!" Isabel cursed as she was forced to her feet. She twisted her legs together, praying to every god that humanity had ever dreamt up that nobody was looking her way at this very moment. Penelope took two steps and tore open the cooler. All that was in there at this point was some melted ice packs, empty bottles, and one wine cooler. A necessary sacrifice. Penelope picked up the towel, looked to her completely frantic sister, and pointed to the cooler. "PEE." At that, Penelope snapped open the towel and held it out wide, blocking them from everyone else on the beach. The sand was completely clear behind them. The homes were not visible. Isabel, despite her humiliation, had no choice left. She took four small steps to the cooler, slid her bikini bottoms down to her knees, and sat. The moment her skin met the rim of the cooler, her bladder erupted with force enough to rival the ocean in front of her. She moaned in utter ecstasy, leaning forward onto her legs as her immensely powerful stream of pee thundered loudly around the mostly empty plastic. Luckily even this sound was greatly muffled by the environment. However, it was not muffled enough to not reach Penelope. She was making a big display of shaking out the towel, trying to buy time for her sister's relief, but the sound of Isabel peeing was absolutely killing her. She gasped out loud as she felt herself lose just a tiny bit of control. The crotch of her bikini was dampened by one second of pee, and she instinctively shoved a hand between her legs, letting one side of the towel fall. "PENNY!" Isabel shrieked as soon as she noticed this, and Penelope cursed, forcing herself to hold the towel up again as she double-crossed her legs, somehow managing to stay upright. "I'll be done soon, please hold out, just a little longer." "I'm...trying... God, I must look so retarded right now," Penelope cried. "To me," Isabel started, "you look heroic as all hell. Like Gandalf holding the bridge from the Balrog." "Pee faster, nerd," Penelope snapped. "I can only fold a towel for so long." Isabel closed her eyes and squeezed as hard as she could, the pressure of her stream somehow increasing. She could feel her pee splashing all over her butt, but she didn't care in the slightest. She had to have been peeing for over half a minute, but she still had so much left inside of her. Still though, she knew that she couldn't leave her sister like this, so she clenched her fists and moaned in agony as she forced herself to stop peeing. She stood up unsteadily, glancing into the cooler. It was a very large cooler, and she had filled it nearly a quarter way. She knew it would have been over half if she had actually gotten to finish. "Penny, I'm still bursting, but I can hang on now. Give me the towel and you pee, hurry!" Isabel said, reaching for the giant square. "It's too late," Penelope said quietly. "Look, the lifeguard's coming back this way." Isabel peered over the towel. Sure enough, he was riding towards them, and gaining quickly. "What are you gonna do?" Isabel whispered. "Close the cooler. We have to leave," Penelope muttered, defeat clear in her voice. Isabel glanced at her sister's legs. She was still dry, but Isabel had no idea how long that could possibly last, seeing how Penelope had needed to go so much worse than she herself had earlier. "Can you make it?" "Just get the cooler. Now." Penelope's voice was stiff and deep, every fiber of her being focused on not wetting her swimsuit in front of the lifeguard. Isabel nodded and closed the cooler just in time, the lifeguard pulling up a second later. The other beachgoers had already cleared the dunes. "You two are the only ones left. I got other people coming. You really need to clear off." His attitude was beginning to ruin his attractiveness, and Penelope scowled. "Yes. We're going. Have a lovely evening," she droned, picking up both of their purses. He nodded and rode off again, and Isabel immediately gave him the double-bird behind his back. She then picked up the cooler, and they began heading up towards the dunes. Isabel looked at her sister. Penelope's whole body was shaking. Her fists were clenched so tightly that the veins in her arms were visible, and her shoulders were hunched up into her neck. Every few steps she released a shaky moan. Her bladder was so distended that she could have been a few months pregnant, the great round bulge pressing out the front of her bikini bottoms. Isabel had no idea how Penelope would escape this with her dignity intact. Even if the lifeguard was out of sight, which he was not, the houses were already visible. They began climbing the walkway that led up the beachgrass-covered dunes, a steep incline of rock and compressed sand. Penelope yelped with every step up now, her control clearly failing with every passing second. They were at the top now. There was a square platform, fenced in with large wooden dowels, with a bench set towards the back for looking over the beach. The boardwalk was in front of them, dozens of people walking back and forth, enjoying the cooling evening after a punishingly hot day. Between the walkers and the lifeguard, there was simply no escape. To make matters even worse, the lifeguard was joined by three others who had just come down the next walkway, a woman and two other men. Penelope sighed deeply. "Well, I tried." She set the purses she was carrying on the bench, opened her legs, placed her hands on her hips, and took a deep breath. Isabel knew what was coming. She had to do something, she had to save Penelope as Penelope had saved her. She dropped the cooler and looked to the bench. It would provide cover from the boardwalk, but not from the lifeguards. Even squatting, they would be visible. Just as the answer occurred to Isabel, Penelope began wetting herself uncontrollably. The crotch of her bikini was instantly inflated with pee before the liquid began pouring out, splattering in every direction. With no time left to do it properly, Isabel threw her arms out with a "Nyeeh!" and shoved Penelope hard into the rocky sand. She cursed as she hit the ground, pee still spraying out of her, pooling around her butt and soaking into the sand. "The fuck was that?!" Penelope yelled, rubbing a scraped elbow and groaning as the pee spread up to her back. "I just figured it out," Isabel sighed. "The bench covers us from the boardwalk, but the grass on the dunes won't cover us standing, sitting, or squatting. Laying down, though, you're invisible from both sides." "So you just yeeted me into the goddamn rocks?" Penelope bitched. "Don't say 'Yeet.' And you were already frickin' peeing, so yeah. I was GOING TO have you do it into the towel like we were gonna do before that life-dick showed up, but you had other plans." Penelope just fell back, fate accepted, as she continued emptying her bladder through her swimsuit. "God, it feels so good," she breathed. "It's like twenty orgasms at once." She moaned as she absolutely flooded the platform, the pee spreading far faster than the compacted sand could absorb it. "What will we do about the puddle? If one of the lifeguards come up here, they'll know." "Not much we can do about that," Isabel conceded. "I figure we'll dump the cooler. If there's enough liquid, maybe their brains won't go right to pee. They'll just think we dumped a cooler chock full of ice water. The wind should clear out any scent pretty quickly." "It's the best we got," Penelope said with a nod. "Hey, you still need to pee, right?" "Yeah, badly," Isabel confirmed, crossing her legs. Penelope smiled and patted the soaked ground next to her. "Well, come on." Isabel giggled and got on her knees. "Might as well at this point, eh?" She laid down next to her sister and in less than a second, she was flooding her own swimsuit, her puddle joining Penelope's. They both stared into the sky, enjoying their long-delayed relief, their bulging bladders slowly shrinking down to normal size. It felt so warm, so nice after all the stress they had dealt with over the past two hours, and their minds were completely clear as their flows came to a stop at nearly the same time. They laid there for a moment longer before they clambered to their feet. Pedestrians continued walking past. The lifeguards were setting up a series of flags. They had not been spotted. Penelope stepped up to the bench and opened up the purses, retrieving their street clothes as Isabel dumped the pee out of the cooler, making sure not to drop the ice packs, empty bottles, or the remaining wine cooler. After she did so, the entire surface of the platform was damp. It was true, no one who saw this would think it was pee. It was just too much to be plausible. Nobody could possibly do this. They grinned at each other as Penelope tossed Isabel her blue-green sundress and pulled on her own violet one. The two of them gave one last look to the darkened platform, hoped for the best, and began their long walk home.
  24. Hey everyone. 🙂 Since I got a new computer, I decided to make a new story on here. This time not interactive, I'm afraid, since the last few interactive stories I made sort of petered out and never got going again, I figured I'd just do a regular story and see where it goes. I hope to get a lot of chapters of this done, so let's-a go. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP "Ugh..." Jessie rolled over in bed, turning off her alarm. It had been 2 days since she decided to board the space station, and while she loved it, mostly because she loved space, what she didn't love was how early she had to get up every morning. It was a rigid schedule, and one she had never been used to following. The blonde girl got out of bed, letting her straight shoulder-length hair fall down as she stepped into some slippers. She had been sleeping only in a shirt and panties, as she was prone to do. Jessie yawned as she walked drowsily to the bathroom. After doing her business she stripped and got in the shower. The water was cold at first, but it quickly warmed up. Another thing she loved about this space station, there was always warm water. Something she didn't always have at her apartment back home. After showering, Jessie dried off and went out to her wardrobe, picking out her clothes for the day. Luckily they didn't have any strict regimens about what the passengers could or could not wear. They did have specified uniforms, but those were only for missions that called for them, like skin-boilingly hot planets, or planets with a dangerous atmosphere. After a few minutes, Jessie decided to put on a plain white t-shirt and black shorts, as well as some comfortable flats. Walking out of her room, the cold, sterile look of the giant lobby of the station made her frown. "This place could use some redecorating," she said to herself as she walked up to a large console in the center of the room. This could tell her where the ship was going. She noticed it was headed for Octon VIII, a planet which was known for etiquette and good practices. Great, she'd have to be on her best behaviour. At least it wouldn't be landing there until the next morning. Until then she was free to goof off if she wanted to. Noticing her stomach growling, Jessie took an elevator down, to the largest cafeteria she had ever seen in her life. It had been 2 days, and she had been there at least 6 times, but she was still in awe of how massive it was. As she looked around at all the different food shops, oddly enough none of which were name brand, she decided on a bagel place - fittingly, one of the only shops open at 7 in the morning. As Jessie sat down to eat, she bumped into one of the other passengers. "Sup, Jessica?" Jessie tensed up hearing her full name, but then smiled over at her friend Marie. The blonde started eating, drinking a lot since the bagel was pretty dry. "Not a lot, Marie. Just woke up. Pretty tired. Y'know, the usual." Marie chuckled. "Yeah, I get that." The taller girl had black curly hair, brown eyes and a bit of a pudgy body, which also meant D-cup breasts. Jessie felt a little jealous, since her skinny frame only allowed for B-cups, but she wasn't about to admit it. "So, um..." Jessie looked around in her mind for something to discuss. "You... looking forward to visiting our first new planet?" They had already been to close planets, ones that everyone knew about, but this would be the first one that no human had ever been to. "Yeah! Octon sounds cool! I hear they've got some strict practices there, though..." The duo talked for a little while, even long after their respective breakfasts were finished, and they went their separate ways. Jessie decided to explore the ship a little more, something she didn't really have time to do either of the previous days. They'd be landing the next morning, so while they were in flight there wasn't much they strictly had to do. Jessie got onto the elevator and pressed the button for one floor up. It wasn't quite the residential areas, so she wanted to see what was there. She took her drink with her, which she thought was a good idea. As the blonde arrived on the next floor, she saw that it was like one giant mall. It had all sorts of shops and stands and kiosks... it even had a huge fountain! Jessie smiled, and realized her bladder was filling up a little. She checked her watch... 8:00!? She figured she and Marie must've been talking for a while longer than she thought they were. Ignoring the feelings, since they weren't even that strong yet, Jessie did a little window shopping. She spent a while walking around and looking in through the shop windows, seeing what there was. Some had some really neat-looking alien devices and gadgets, Jessie wondered what they did. After about an hour and a half, Jessie noticed her bladder twinge. "Aah..." she looked down at the bottle in her hand. The drink was really good, it was like and orange juice mixed with some other kind of juice, maybe guava or mango or something, but the bottle had sort of an alien look to it... it was probably a stronger diuretic than most Earth drinks. "Dammit..." She looked around for any sort of toilet, but she couldn't see any, at least not any close ones. Walking over to another panel, this one with a map loaded, she checked where she was and looked up to see if there were any bathrooms on the floor. "Oh, shit..." she noticed one on the other side of the floor. "I-it's so far away..." She was only about 6/10, but it was still a little hard to hold. Jessie pressed her legs together a little as she walked slowly but surely towards the elevator, which wasn't as far as the bathrooms were. "W-why is this damn place so big?" she wondered aloud, as she pressed the elevator button. She figured if she could get to her room and use the bathroom there it'd be the shortest route. As the elevator arrived, Jessie saw another of her shipmates, Zoe. Her green hair (probably dyed) came down to her neck. Her flat chest made her look a little androgynous sometimes, but she never seemed to mind. "Where to?" Zoe asked. "U-up to my room, please." Jessie tried to stand still, standing upright to try and make it seem like she didn't need to pee. Zoe would take full advantage of that. She wasn't mean, but she would sometimes playfully tease the others. Zoe nodded and pressed the elevator button, before taking a water bottle out of her pocket, taking a big sip. She put the cap on and held it in her hand, which was fidgeting a bit, making the water swirl around. The sound was enough to make Jessie squirm. Zoe looked over at her and smirked a little, intentionally making the water bottle shake a little more. "Ngh..." Jessie closed her eyes, before finally the elevator dinged and they got up to her floor. "Th-thanks, Zoe!" She ran out and headed towards her room. She was definitely at a 7, maybe an 8/10 now, that drink was really working! 2 hours and she was at an 8/10, she figured the drink must be pretty strong! As Jessie walked towards her room she had to put a hand on her crotch to try and hold it all in, even having to stop a couple of times on the way so she didn't leak. Finally as she got to her door she opened it with her keycard and ran inside, heading straight to the bathroom. "J-just in time..." she got her shorts off as she sat down on the toilet, letting the torrent go. "Ahhhh..." She closed her eyes happily, the release felt good. After she was finished, Jessie heard a knock on her door. She opened it, only to find a package. "Huh..." She grabbed the package and took it inside, opening it up on her bed. It was a small grey disc with a button on it. She pressed the button and a blue-ish hologram came out. "Greetings. You've probably heard that we are on course for the planet Octon VIII," came the familiar voice of the commander, the one who talks to them from somewhere off the ship. She assumed he was still on Earth somewhere. Fair enough, she supposed, he was a busy man. "On this trip it is crucial that you are all on your best behaviour. Wear some fancier clothes, and make sure if you take a drink you don't spill a drop. The people of this planet are extremely picky about etiquette and you will be put to death if even a single drop of any liquid spills on their ground. And they will know, since their ground is super fertile, and will start sprouting the minute any liquid touches it." Jessie tried hard to memorize the information, as the hologram disc looked expensive, like something she wasn't allowed to keep. "We will be landing at about 6 am. You must be up and ready by 8, as that is when we will be meeting with their people. Do not be late. Over and out." Jessie took the disc back out of her room, looking for a place to put it, before being told by one of the robot maids that she could, in fact, keep it. "Oh! Um... thank you." She smiled and pocketed the small device. "It's amazing the technology they managed to find for this place." At about noon, Jessie had some lunch and enjoyed an off-brand cola. It wasn't Coke, but it was still nice. She wondered why so many of the things on the ship were off-brand. Probably because it was an experimental thing that was only proposed the last year. Another couple of hours later and the blonde found herself in a movie theater. "This place is massive..." she muttered to herself as she looked around. A few hours later, around 5:00, she had some dinner, and a large smoothie. One she blended herself, using various fruits she had stored in the fridge in her room. As well as some ice cream. It was more like a milkshake, but Jessie called it a smoothie. She went out to the big console again and checked the course. They were getting pretty close. Doing some research on the planet, she found out that the planet is completely natural. No man-made structures. "What do they do when they...?" she was interrupted by Marie, who hugged her from behind. "Jessie!" Marie smiled. "You ready? This planet's gonna be so cool! It's like a gigantic forest, with some plains thrown in!" "Heh, yeah..." Jessie was a little worried, not as ecstatic about it as Marie seemed to be. "Um, it says here that there are no manmade structures on the entirety of the planet." "Huh... neat!" Marie smiled more. She was always overly-enthusiastic. It warmed Jessie's heart to see. "Yeah, I guess it is." Jessie smiled a bit. "What's wrong?" Marie asked. "You nervous?" Jessie nodded. "We're going to another planet, what if we break a rule? What if they arrest us?" "Don't worry," Marie said, "We'll be fine!" And with that she got up and left. Jessie thought about it a bit more and nodded. She knew they'd be fine. 5 hours later and the planet was within sight from any of the giant reinforced windows that lined the ship's exterior. Jessie looked out at it from her room's single window. "Wow..." She smiled. "So beautiful... no wonder we're going there." Jessie noticed the time. "Uh-oh! I'd better get moving if I want to get to bed in time!" She quickly went in and showered. She did need to use the bathroom again, so the water running over her half-full bladder made her squirm a little, but she could hold it fine. As Jessie exited the bathroom, after relieving herself one last time, she put on some comfy sleepwear and went right to bed. The next morning, Jessie woke up and looked at her clock. "Oh man, 7:30. I slept in a bit. That's ni-" she suddenly realized what that meant. "7:30!? We're meeting at 8!" She rushed out of bed, jumping in for a 5-minute shower, not even waiting for the water to really warm up, before putting on some more formal clothes - a blue button-up shirt and black dress pants - and heading out the door, ignoring her bladder completely. It had really filled that night, she was very full, but she figured it was better she not be late! As Jessie headed to the gigantic bay doors, she saw the other passengers all gathered around. "There you are!" Marie smiled, hugging her friend tightly, putting unwanted pressure on the girl's bladder. Jessie squirmed and hugged back, before Marie let her go and she crossed her legs. "Um... w-when will this be over?" "I dunno. A couple hours, maybe?" Marie shrugged. Jessie's eyes grew wide and she considered leaving to go and use the bathroom, as even when she first woke up she was at a 7/10, but soon the doors opened and the crew was led off the ship and into a nice, lush forest, full of every tree imaginable. Even some that didn't exist on Earth. Jessie tried to keep herself focused on not letting herself leak, as she remembered the warning about these people being ultra clean freaks and not wanting anything spilled. She took shallower breaths than normal, to try and keep herself dry. The group was led past the forest, to a huge field that had been set up with chairs. Apparently flown in from another planet, as these people don't have anything man-made. Jessie looked around to see if she could see if there had maybe been a bathroom flown in too, but she saw nothing. She sat down and crossed her legs tightly. Unfortunately for the desperate blonde, there was a waterfall right nearby. She bounced in her chair, squeezing her muscles tightly to try and keep it in. A few 'presenters' came on, even a hologram of their ship's commander. Jessie could barely focus, the sound of the rushing water making her hold herself. She really didn't want to do that, at least not in front of so many people, not in her fancy clothes, but she had no choice. She was at an 8/10, getting worse by the moment. Conversations dragged on, people spoke to one another. The scenery was brilliant, the trees decorated everything nicely, and the planet's emerald green sky looked beautiful, and coated the trees and grass, enhancing the green and making them stand out more. It was pretty warm, too, a nice and warm 23 Celsius. Jessie couldn't really focus on that, however, as she was just about ready to pop. The 20-something blonde was constantly squirming in her chair, unable to keep still, as she squeezed her muscles shut, her peehole twitching underneath her dress pants and plain black panties. Her hands were placed firmly between her legs and her legs were crossed so tightly that her hands were actually starting to hurt. People had turned to look at her, but she didn't care. She was at 10/10, and needed a bathroom immediately. The conversation had been going on for a while now, and Jessie felt like her bladder was going to burst. As she looked down to check she noticed it was actually bulging out. Putting a solitary finger on it and pressing in very lightly nearly made her lose it. Jessie crossed her legs tighter, wrapping one around the other with a small whimper. She was sweating, but not from the heat. She looked around, and her eyes focused on the waterfall. The green sky gave it a slightly yellow tint... it almost looked like... "NGH!!"" She grabbed herself tighter, her feet banging against the ground. She needed to keep herself dry, under threat of the death penalty... or at least, that's what she had been told. She wasn't sure if it was completely true... but even if it wasn't, she'd face humiliation in front of her peers and at least a dozen members of this alien community. Finally the event ended and Jessie got up, the sudden change enough to shake her bladder around, sloshing its contents all around and making her almost lose her balance. She tried to walk back towards the ship, but it was a long walk, and she wasn't sure she could make it... "Hey, Jessie!" Zoe patted her on the back, making her shudder. "Me and a couple of the other girls are gonna go swimming. Wanna come along?" Swimming would definitely make her lose it! "Um... n-no thanks, I-I'm alr-right...!" "Aww, c'mon! You never get to go swimming when we're on the ship! Grab your swimsuit, we wanna party!" "I-I thought w-we had t-to s-stay fancy..." Jessie said, her legs quivering. "We did!" Zoe said. "But they said now we can do whatever. II asked if we could swim and they shrugged and said sure. Apparently even a few of the natives are gonna join us." "W-wow..." Jessie nodded. She figured if she went inside to get changed, she could use that time to go the the bathroom, so she nodded. "O-okay, I'll be out soon!" She smiled and turned around, walking as quickly as she could back to the ship. Finally she got back, the giant doors opening for her as she walked back to her room. She had to stop to hold herself a number of times, almost spilling her contents entirely onto the ship's floor. 11/10, her desperation had skyrocketed and was only going to get worse if she didn't get to the bathroom soon. Finally, Jessie got to her room and opened the door. "U-uhh..." she noticed a maid's cleaning tools outside of her bathroom door, much to her horror. "N-n-no... no no n-n-no..." she walked over and banged on the door. "Cleaning!" was the only response she got. "I-I need i-it n-now!" She yelled, banging on the door. "It can't be used right now, not for a while." Jessie tried the door, but it was firmly locked. She figured the others were probably waiting for her, and she wanted out of this stuffy outfit anyway (she never did like dressing up), so she walked up to her wardrobe and got undressed. Looking at her nude figure in the mirror, Jessie saw her bulging bladder. It looked... weirdly impressive, in a way. Like she was going for a world record or something. Suddenly, a small couple of drops leaked out and Jessie grabbed herself tightly again, her now-exposed pussy quivering as she walked slowly back over to her wardrobe, grabbing her 2-piece swimsuit and quickly slipping it on. It was a nice light blue... which would mean any little stain would show up instantly. She smiled, fighting back tears as she put the top on, keeping her legs firmly and tightly crossed so she could have at least 1 hand free. Her bladder bulge was much more pronounced in this form-fitting attire than it was in the fancy clothes, she wondered if people would notice and point it out. As she stepped outside her room, something she didn't think she'd be doing without first using the bathroom, Jessie noticed the floor of the ship was nice and warm. Not too hot, but being made of metal it had retained some of the heat from the planet. She wasn't sure she'd still be holding onto her massive load of piss if she stepped her shaky bare feet onto a freezing metal floor, so she was thankful for that. As her room's door closed behind her she grabbed herself through the bikini, walking slowly back to the giant doors. As Jessie stepped back outside, she looked for the girls and noticed they were in the water already... right under a waterfall. She gasped and crossed her legs MUCH tighter than before, her whole body quivering from the pressure. She managed to compose herself and walked over, dipping a toe in the water. It was a little cool, making her almost lose a lot of her load, but she held on tightly, tighter than ever before, and stepped into the water. The girls noticed her massive bladder bulge as she stepped into the water, and Zoe looked at it curiously. "What happened?" she asked. "Huh? W-what do y-y-you mean?" Jessie responded, trying not to let the water constantly pouring out just a few feet from her get to her or make her lose it. "I mean this!" Zoe poked at her bladder bulge and Jessie gasped, closing her eyes and grabbing herself again, backing up right into the waterfall. That made her gasp even more as the cool water pouring over her made her bladder twitch and spasm. "I-I-I..." She breathed shallowly, almost holding her breath at this point. 13/10. Explosion imminent. Zoe put an arm around her, the other girls looking concerned. "You okay?" she asked. "I-I c-c-can't h-h-hold it..." she crossed her legs under the water. She had never, ever held this much before, not even close. She quickly got out of the water (which dried up on her instantly so as not to spill anything on the planet's surface) and was immediately crippled by the pressure, falling to her knees. "A-a-aaah..." Marie, who had been talking with some of the others, saw this and approached her. "Gotta pee?" she asked. Jessie simply nodded in response. "Can you hold it just a little longer?" Jessie looked up at her. "W-w-why?" "I can lead you to my room and let you use my toilet." Jessie nodded. "Th-th-thanks M-Marie..." she felt some yellow liquid pressing against the inside of her urethra and she fought it back, squeezing harder. Finally she got back to her feet, walking as quickly as she could, which was still at a snail's pace, with Marie. Marie, looking concerned for her friend, had an idea. "Hey, c'mon." "H-huh? W-where a-a-are w-we g-going?" she asked. "My room's too far, we're going to the cafeteria." Jessie nodded, just wanting to be able to see as soon as possible. She felt her pee right up against her, she brought it back again but it took a lot of effort. She squeezed her muscles tighter, squirming and pressing her legs right together. She would have crossed them, and crossed them tightly, if she could while walking, but she had to settle for this. She was surprised she could even still walk at the moment. As she was walking, Jessie looked down at her poor, distended, twitching bladder bulge. It looked like it felt: like it was about to pop. Like a water balloon threatened by a million pins. As they finally got to the elevator, Jessie leaned against the back wall and crossed her legs tighter than before. So tight that she swore she'd cut off the circulation to one of her legs if she kept like that for long enough. As they got to the cafeteria floor they saw one of their shipmates, Jamie, drinking one of those tropical orange juices from the bagel place. It was sloshing around, and she even had some on her shirt. Jamie was always a bit clumsy. This sight made Jessie lose a little, leaking onto the cafeteria floor. "E-eepp!" She held herself tightly, falling to her knees again. "What's with her?" Jamie asked. "Oh, she's gotta-" before Marie could finish her sentence, however, Jamie tripped, her drink flying out of her hand and spilling all over Jessie. Jessie gasped. The sudden chill of the cold drink. The yellow tint. The wetness. It was all too much, and just like that, the floodgates opened. Her pee poured out of her like a faucet, soaking her bathing suit as she tried but failed to stand up, struggling. Tears filled Jessie's eyes as she looked up at Marie. The yellow stuff still flowing out of her, Jessie looked down to see her bladder bulge shrinking. And it felt amazing. The sudden release of all that built-up pressure was almost orgasmic. She actually almost moaned. Her body shivered from the bliss of release, something it had been denied for about 12 full hours. As it kept going, Jamie was no longer the only one watching, as a couple other people, mostly cafeteria staff, gathered around as the seconds turned into over a minute. There was a huge puddle Jessie was now sitting in, and Marie and Jamie had moved away from. As she finally finished, Jessie, now having regained strength in her legs, quickly got up and tried to run, but ended up tripping and falling. She got up again, this time more carefully, and walked to the cafeteria bathroom. She teared up a bit more as she saw herself in the mirror. She had peed herself in front of at least 5 people, her bathing suit was soaked through. She couldn't keep wearing it! ...Right? She could always pass it off like she was swimming... but the smell might give it away. Plus, she'd know, and she'd be disgusted. She was easily grossed out by that kind of thing... if it was a skirt, then maybe, but this was clung tightly to her body. Plus... Jessie had always been a little bit of a closeted exhibitionist, so... this might be exciting. she saw it, if nothing else, as an opportunity. If anyone asked, she'd have an excuse. As Jessie took off her bikini, she realized she didn't have her keycard with her. She cursed under her breath and, covering her exposed pussy and B-cups with either hand, she walked out of the bathroom. Being naked in the cafeteria was weird. She'd always thought about doing something like this, but actually doing it made her heart pound. She made her way quickly over to the elevator and pressed the button, hoping nobody could see her bare butt from where she was. Jessie was a fairly modest girl, so carrying her wet bikini in one hand while running around in the nude was certainly strange. As she got onto the elevator, with someone else on it, she retreated into the corner so they couldn't stare at her butt. "D-don't look at me... please..." The person shrugged as the elevator came to a stop. Jessie got off and ran out, making her way to a laundry hamper that one of the maids left outside a room and quickly dumping her bathing suit inside. "There... n-now to just..." She took the opportunity to search through the clothes, but as expected they were all dirty, since it was a laundry hamper. "Ugh..." She quickly ran, luckily she knew there was an office on her floor. The receptionist could give her a new keycard. Having to go and talk to someone, naked, made it even more thrilling, and she could feel herself getting wet in a different way. As she walked through, she started to relax, even relaxing her hands, since she seemed to be the only one on the floor. Unfortunately, however, as she turned a particular corner, a bunch of people were coming in, and a few noticed the naked blonde. "EEEP!" She gasped and ran, covering her body again. A couple of them pulled out their phones to take pictures, but she was long gone by that point. Thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated from before, she finally made it to the receptionist's office. "I-I..." She tried to think of a lie, and the best she came up with was "I... l-lost my clothes... could I get a new keycard, please?" The receptionist blushed and nodded, handing her one. Jessie took it, briefly uncovering her breasts to do so. "Th-thanks...!!" She figured it was not the most rational decision to strip, but she really didn't want to stay soaked like that for so long... plus, her exhibitionism and general kinkiness took over her rational mind at the time. As Jessie ran out, she made her way back to her room and used the keycard to open the door, making her way inside and flopping down on her bed. "I can't believe that happened." She thought about the whole event in her mind, and realized... after that day, nobody on the ship would look at her the same way again. She just hoped her bladder would never, ever get that full again. Jessie quickly got dressed again, before sitting on her bed, going over the situation in her mind again and again, remembering every little detail... and hoping against hope itself that on the next planet, fate wouldn't be so cruel. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, that's the first chapter! As always, feedback is heavily appreciated. 😄