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  1. Hello, hello..And welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories: Version 2! A few things will have changed from the original here , but Faust assures you that it should be a bit...neater, and cleaner than the previous one. Faust thanks all of you for all of the replies, selections, and stories from the last one..And Faust hopes one day that we catch up to the predecessor! A few things will be the same as old, and a few things will be new. So, without further delay, Faust will begin said introduction to things...! As usual, there are choices to be made, even this early on. And, as before....Faust expects this one to be a myriad of stories, rather than one long drawn out one. [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (The Ever Popular setting from before returns: But with a twist! Another Note usually was deemed to be whatever...But, in this thread, Another note covers a school day, every time! While this doesn't mean one absolutely has to attend, it generally means you can count on the location of the majority of the cast to be regular as always.) Family Featurettes: (Formerly Faust's Family Featurettes, This story explores the families of the selected character! Whether this involves avoiding, tormenting, or seducing them is up to the commenters, of course...) Sun and Moon, Faust Style: (For all of you Pokemon Fans out there! This will take the story through a world themed around the latest in the pokemon Series, Pokemon Sun and moon. You'll be dropped in at a random point to work with, and it may or may not be related to the mainline story in the fiction thread. ) Faust's Holiday Fun: (A setting based around the holidays! While it's fitting for now, this one will permit you to have the fun of a holiday at any time of the year! Christmas, Halloween, Valentine's Day...Or even birthdays!) Faust's Magical Academy: (A setting based around the Magical Academy that Faust has created. With a Hierarchy of rank, and a disproportionate ratio of female to male students, one can expect a charged session through this. And that's not including the actual magic courses, if you can tear yourself away from the affections) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters!) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to Decide! One may end up in a world already known, or something new entirely! It's entirely up to AuthorFaust, and results may vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable..) Faust's Town Adventures: (A setting where you are able to go around on a day off, rather than attend school and classes. While by no means do you rule the town, you can find many people on these days off...and surely you can come up with some kind of shenanigans during this timeframe....) Private Bedroom: (For those times when you don't want a serious plot, but merely raw lust, or a prolonged session with another: This one cuts the chaff of getting into a vulgar situation by letting you start with that lust out in the open air!) (Must be playing on Vulgar rating) (Others may be added at a later date) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] The lead of the majority of Faust's Fics, and one that is most known. Prominent in bouts of adventure, and Lust...(To the point of being spiritually linked to Saril, the Goddess of Lust), Faust usually has a gentle personality, but suffers from a troublesome urge to do whatever he's told....Especially by females. [Notes: Holds a [Wet Note] at all times. Able to be used in any storyline.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] A twin-tailed pinkette, with a curvy figure, and a cutesy, third person person manner of speaking. Though a lot of people have their eyes on her, she only has eyes for one... [Notes: Only Engages in Lustful activities with Faust, and is unlikely to willingly pee outside of a toilet...More likely to hold to the point of an accident. Cannot be selected as the main character in Family Featurettes] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] A green haired girl with a long ponytail, and a modest figure. Her stern, no-fun-allowed attitude seems to rub some people the wrong way...But it seems something else is being hid by the girl with an amazingly embarrassing, lustful family. [Notes: Sometimes Holds a [Wet Note] at stories. Unlikely to engage in lewd activity, without some firm nudging, or high needs...] Eoria Karakuri: [Female] A silver haired girl, with a mind for science, a modest figure....and a naughty side barely concealed. Creator of the robotic figure O.M.O.R.A., She tends to get involved in some projects, to the point of neglecting certain needs... [Notes: Can modify OMORA during her runs. Cannot be Selected for Magical Academy. Starts with a Desperation Visor] Saiga Giriko: [Female] A crimson haired girl with a mind for mechanics, a sizable figure....And a much more serious nature. Partner to Eoria, and self-proclaimed Domme, Saiga knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to tell you how she feels about something. [Notes: Can Modify OMORA during her runs: Cannot be selected for Magical Academy.] Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] A petite girl with orange hair, held up in twintails similar to dog ears, earning the Moniker 'Chihuahua.' She has a natural curiosity towards some lewder things, and is very eager to please...And to indulge in a little harmless, mischievous fun. [Notes: Always has an 'Omo-Weekly' on hand, and a bottle of water. Cannot be used for Magical Academy) [And More to be unraveled as stories unfold] [Guest Characters:] (Unlike last time: This is not a place for Suggestions of new characters. No, It's a segment to establish what kind of characters you can find, and in what stories. The last one was pretty muddled, after all....And this will let you know which story to pick to see someone. In addition, certain characters can be unlocked through repeated interaction with them. While the whole list won't be revealed off the bat, each category has a few examples...) Another Note: [You are likely to run into Fellow Students, and Authority Figures.] (Examples Include: Ellie Troit, Lillica Plumb, and Youmu Konpaku) Family Featurettes: [You are likely to run into characters related to your player character] (Examples include: Juuni Neptunia, Wynnda Tatsumaki, Penelope) Sun and Moon: [You are likely to run into characters in the pokemon Verse] (Examples include: Moon, Lillie, Acerola) Holiday Fun: [You are likely to run into certain guest characters, celebrating a holiday...or are fitting for a holiday.] (Examples Includes Nikki Redfield, Flandmir Treepes and Etna) Magical Academy: [You are likely to run into students of the magical persuasion.] (Examples include Reisen, Megumin, and Evangeline) Beach Adventures: [You are unlikely to find anyone new, but you may find some old friends....] (Examples include Flonne, Kat, and Hisa) Town Adventures: [You are likely to find those that you could meet around town, even from different schools..] (Examples include Monaca, Rena, and Lyna) Author's Choice: [You are likely to run into anyone. The author decides, after all...] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (Similar to last time, Faust has imposed a sort of (Rating System) on these stories. While it's more of a loose guidelines in the original, here, it's a bit more...enforced.) Plot: A rating for those who care more about the story, and less about the lewd. Accidents, and vulgar acts are to a minimum: Storybuilding and plotlines are key. Lewd: This setting is the default setting. While there is a decent amount of story, accidents are both more commonplace, and more..noted. A healthy balance of plot, and play. Naughty: This setting adds in naughty release, through self-pleasure and other means...Usually with one's clothes on. A step up from Lewd, but a step below... Vulgar: This setting adds in vulgar release, through others, as well as all above. Sexual acts are more common, and noted on, than actual plot. One must be willing to bear it all, in this setting.... In Addition: Certain Tags may be added, prior to said story in order to activate certain scenes. While the list starts small, it may grow in time... Tags: Yaoi: This setting will primarily focus on males, and their lust for one another. Yuri: This setting will primarily focus on females and their lust for one another. Messing: This setting will add [Or Focus on], stomach-related bathroom urges. More to come... ============================================================================================================================================= Items: (Seeing as Items were mostly overlooked last time...Faust has done a few modifications to how they work...) Items Now work on a 3 story cooldown, without a token cost. Certain characters will have some items at all times, but other items have to be requested by 2 or more people... One may request an additional [2] items per story. [Items selectable are...] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A lewd Magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish girls needy for Lewd release [Naughty or Higher] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher: Activates the [Messing] Tag, even if it wasn't already applied to the story] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher. Neglect may add a tag...] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. Vulgar Pills: These pills will actively stimulate your libido, for 2 time periods! No matter what you do, you won't lower in Libido.....No matter how much lewdity you perform! [Vulgar or Higher] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one.. Bottle of Water...?: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something.. [Others to come] ============================================================================================================================================= Q&A: Here, Faust will hope to answer some questions that people may have.......To pre-empt some issues. Q: Why is [Insert character name here] Not playable anymore? A: Faust has chosen a baseline of characters to start things up, based on ease of writing, and the general influx of posts. Just because a character isn't immediately playable, doesn't mean that they are unable to ever be considered playable again Q: Are Achievements still a thing? Or Achievement tokens? A: Faust has decided to make the unlocks Merit based, rather than token based. An achievement list, without having constant availability to update due to the editing system would be rather troublesome.... Q: Why is [World Name Here] Not a pickable Option? A: Same as the first question: Faust has given a general setup for worlds he can easily translate. Q: Is the plot we worked for un-done? Do we have to start over? A: The continuity has always been fast and loose. The general ideas have remained. To give a small list: [OMORA] has been created, [Ria and Chrona] Are transfer students, and [Flonne and Etna] are Technically angels of Saril Q: Will the bounty Board be coming back? A: Faust deems it unlikely. Q: Will we be able to submit playmates again? A: At a later date, Faust considers it a possibility. But for now, let's just relax, and enjoy the holiday. Q: [Insert Hateful Comment here] A: Faust is sorry you feel this way, and apologizes for displeasing you. Q: Is the old Thread being completely abandoned? A: Faust plans to abandon it...After the current storyline for it is up. Faust can answer other questions, as they come up. For now, Faust just hopes you enjoy the thread for what it is, and forgive Faust for being bad with...what is the term....Holding back? ============================================================================================================================================== [Select your character, Location, Rating, Tags* and Items* now, and as always: Thank you for participating in Faust's interactives.] * means Optional
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  3. Well, hi! For months I've searched for an omo fiction about this show but without success, also my fav ship is Cora/Robert (Cora is my absolute fav character) which means it's even harder. Soooo I thought "the hell, I'm doing it." I saw there's a lot of topics about the Victorian Era and since my story is set in 1890 ca I read some of them.. which are mostly about the middle class or lower ones; Downton Abbey, of course, revolves around the higher classes, being Cora and Robert a Countess and an earl (I can hardly imagine one of the "Upstairs" squatting down to pee in the middle of the gardens, so to speak), so I thought I'd give my take on the following events. That said, it's fiction so everything that's wrong according to the period, please note that is for narrative purposes. Also, I'm not a native but I like this language very much, every grammatic error or spelling mistake is mine. Don't roast me on that.. not much! Eheh, I'll try my best. Oh, yes, it's multichapter. So if you like this, please let me know and I'll post more as soon as I can ;) A Proper Lady Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Cora, Robert, Violet Setting: pre-serie (around 1890) Warning for this chapter: none (desperation) Chapter 1: Tea Party It was her first tea party as a married woman and Cora couldn't have been more excited. Since she married Robert Crawley, in February, everyone started to look her in a different way: not the American Princess with a lot of money anymore, but a simple woman that earned her right to be in the strict English society. And since a baron, friend of the family, who recently got married himself, had planned to organize a tea party for May, every important family of the Yorkshire had devoted months to buy the finest frocks, jewels for the lady and carved canes for the lords to win an unannounced competition for the best look during the opening party for the summer. Because looks were everything. Cora knew that very well and had to keep that in mind this time particularly, since it was her first time as Countess, as Robert's wife, Violet's daughter-in-law. It was like her society debut all over again, except this time there wouldn't be just one king whose eyes were keen on inspect her for thirty second top, no, there would have been hundreds of kings and queens, much more critical and attentive, ready to judge her at her first tiny mistake, and for hours. Violet had dedicated her entire time for weeks to instruct the girl on that particular day, so she could not misbehave and make her son's terrible choice of wife at least look decent. Cora could sense Violet's close eyes on each breath she took, judging harshly – silently, with stern glances – the way she talked, the way she forced her laugh whenever a silly bachelor teased her about her birth country, the way she walked among other much more elegant, in Violet's eye, English girls her age, even the way she sipped her tea. Cora felt it all. And of course, it was a damper on her entire mood. Her excitement, also, had dropped considerably since her expectations hadn't exactly turned up as she'd imagined. Yes, girls and boys were more open with her, they sometimes talked to her, but basically, she just felt the outcast of the group. Robert couldn't help, she couldn’t blame him. He had to stay with his male friends, just like the code imposed; as for her, she was supposed to hang around other young countesses or baronesses or duchesses around her age, but she felt like they all snobbed her.. without even bother to hide their intentions with much effort at all! Cora hated it all, but she had to admit that when Violet said that everyone looked at her with a different eye, she was right. They hadn't stopped their teasing, but they had indeed stopped looking down on her and if they did, their envy was quite blatant.. Violet told her that she should've felt proud at least for that, or look like she was. Even if she didn't feel she belonged there, she had to act like it for Robert and yes, after all, there was room for improvement, she could see that. It was her chance to start with the right foot and within a couple of years, maybe, she would have blended in with the others snobs and aristocrat. She could do it. That party was her baptism. She must have been impeccable. And being impeccable also included never ask where the loo was, right in the middle of a conversation about Paris. Cora pretended to listen to the mistress of the house as she babbled about her honeymoon in the city of love, nodding when she saw the other nodding, sipping the smallest amount of tea once in a while not to look weird being the only one not drinking tea during a tea party. Each girl around her gulped down cup after cup in the most gracious ways all the while biting on biscuits and chatting on every silly subject. Cora had troubles finish her first one. Not that she didn't like the mix of special of tea leaves, of course, but currently she was cursing herself for that cup of tea during her breakfast in the Abbey, that glass of water she took right before the meal and all the wine that Robert offered her to taste. No, actually she was cursing herself for having skipped a loo stop right before leaving for the tea party. But the thought, back then, just had slipped her mind: she'd been too excited and impatient.. for nothing. And now she was in trouble. Her need had made itself known right after their arrival, few hours before when she stepped out of the carriage and gravity took over her bladder. She'd been able to ignore that bothering sensation quite well, distracting herself with talking and strolling in the gardens whenever someone suggested something, but she couldn't have avoided that three or four toasts in honor of the newlywed and consequently she had to drink three or four flutes of champagne accordingly. She'd stopped counting, by then. And right now it was five o'clock, so she just had to enjoy a good cup of hot steaming tea. Cora wasn't enjoying it at all. She'd considered asking someone where the loo was, but to whom? And then, she was just too shy to ask in front of everyone, since girls apparently lived as a group rather than individuals and men, well, they were out of questions. Violet couldn’t be bothered or course and then.. would it be appropriate in the first place? How come a problem like that had never come up during their “lessons”? Yes, back at home she could go visit the bathroom whenever she pleased but still, none of them had thought of that natural inconvenience? Why everyone else seemed so calm? Was she the only human needing to pee in there? Impossible, seen the amount of liquids everyone had gulped down since they first arrived. Cora shut her eyes and took a sharp, small, breath. Eight hours. Eight hours since she woke up at nine, that day, eight hours since she'd relieved herself, eight hours she'd been holding and waiting to do that again. Eight hours. She couldn't think of that. “You don't like your tea, dear?” “What?” Cora shot her eyes open, blushing when she noticed that the small group of four people was staring right at her. Not much people, but still four, judging, a few years older wives like her. “You can tell me,” the Baroness continued with a fake smile “if the mix is too much for you.” Cora smiled back, hating that she implied that her American taste wasn't sophisticated enough. She knew each zinger too well, by now. “No, it's delicious.” she replied, rotating her cup with a graceful gesture of her wrist. She was pretending to mix the colored liquid when actually she was just considering the amount she had to drink. She mirrored the other woman when she took a sip and did the same, with the only difference of gulping her half-cup down in one go. Maybe it had been a mistake. It hadn't been that graceful and light giggles had started to spread. Well, at least she had finished her cup. “Another one?” This time, Cora was sure that the Baroness had smirked. Maybe she knew? Impossible. “Thank you.” she politely smiled at the footman refilling her cup, immediately sipping some to prove.. well, something to the Baroness. It seemed to work, because the conversation went on and everybody unfocused their attention from her. The pressure in her lower stomach started to bother her more than it should have. And still she had a couple of hours before the party would be over, a carriage ride to survive until the Abbey and then, oh sweet heaven, she should've changed for dinner, meaning she could visit her bathroom without problems at all. The only question was if she would have make it. But then again she'd been holding for hours and her need had just started to bother her considerably, what were two more abundant hours? Cora sipped again from her cup, crossing her ankles so she could press harder her thighs together. That seemed to help. Because a proper Lady would never cross her legs, even if that was what she wanted to do, badly. She fidgeted a little on the spot, shifting on the edge of the stuffed chair she was sitting – alone, fortunately – creating a light friction against the aching area with her clothes. It helped too and all when unnoticed. Being the outcast had its advantages. From that moment on, she focused herself on crossing and uncrossing her ankles, changing position on her chair every now and then, trying so hard to distract her brain from her need and focus on the conversation. It did lack of interesting subjects, so that too was a challenge for her as well. By the time she'd finished her second cup, her nails unwillingly dug into the arm of the chair. She relaxed her hand before anyone could notice, but it was clear to her that she would have never make it through the party without humiliating herself and ridicule the entire family. A countess, in her twenties, that peed herself in the middle of a party, in front of everyone. She would have been the laughingstock of the English society for generations. And Robert? She couldn't do that to Robert! All because she'd refused to ask where the bathroom was? She refused to be that shy. The embarrassment for that question would have easily faded, but the embarrassment of losing control of her own body in front of the Yorkshire? Never. “Are you all right, Cora?” The Baroness asked with a smirk. That sadistic woman almost seemed to enjoy her discomfort, even if she didn't know the source of it. No, Cora was sure she was enjoying it and the other ladies too. How mean. “Yes.” She lied. Her voice cracked a little and she felt hot blood rushing to her cheeks. Cora tried to dissimulate with a smile. “I just need some air, it's a little too warm in here.” of course no one would offer to accompany her. But Cora was happy it happened, this time. She would have searched for a maid and ask for her help or at least where the toilet was; that wasn't forbidden, was it? “You're right. We'll take a stroll with the men, later, before the farewells.” The Baroness informed, unimpressed by her sudden departure “You'll join?” “Of course.” Cora nodded with a grateful smile “If you'll excuse me.” She waited for the Baroness to give her permission to leave – which took a while – and then she stood up. Cora was happy that no one was watching her, because it was blatant that something was wrong with her. As soon as her body left the support of the chair and the safety of a sitting position, she realized how heavy her bladder actually was. It felt like a brick stuck inside of her. A liquid brick. Moving down. She shot her eyes open for a while, fearing the worst. Cora didn't bother to check if everything was fine, if she could walk trusting her muscles, she just bolted away, trying to ignore the surprised giggles fading behind her, whispering wanders and suppositions. Luckily – or not – the few she heard were wrong. She was walking quickly, her back stiff, both loving and hating the corset for supporting her back and pushing mercilessly against her full bladder. Without it she would walk doubled-over, making quite obvious her embarrassing need, yet her stomach would have had much more room to expand. What a blessed curse. Cora didn't remember that house being so big when she arrived, almost nine hours before. Also, not that crowded. And yet it was, bursting with people just as she was bursting for an entirely different thing. There were people at every corner: men chatting, ladies laughing, footmen preparing trays of appetizers and glasses full of every liquor and champagne imaginable. Seeing all that light yellow liquid bubbling sent a sharp stab in her belly and she almost lost control. It was too much and she was starting to feel tired.. her muscles felt tired. She just wanted to let go. Of course, she couldn't. She just needed to find someone, anyone she could ask where the bathroom was. Was she asking for the moon? She slipped into a corridor, almost running past groups of people too caught up with their conversations to notice her and she ended up into a hall, as well full of people. All those footmen and no maids? Not even one? Her eyes darted in all directions, frantically. It was then when she didn't notice a child's play of chasing and a little girl stumbled on her, laughing and offering her excuses. That midget demon was running with her arms in front of her and like a battering ram, she'd pushed her little hands on her stomach. The corset absorbed most of the impact, but the sudden constriction had been very bad for her weak and over-strained bladder. It was really too much. Cora gasped loud – although the chattering covered her sound – and she felt a hot damp work through her undergarments. She hurriedly crossed her legs while standing, relieved that her crème dress covered her bottom half of her body, closing both of her hands in tight fists, restraining her own body from the mad need of grabbing herself to prevent a much more problematic leaking. She fought hard to regain control without any other help, but when the muscles tighten again enough, she decided it was time to find that damned maid. Quickly. No excuses. She decided to go into an adjacent room and then in the next one and a corridor and another room. That house was immense and everywhere, there were people. Cora started to see blurred. Her eyes had started to leak as well. She felt desperate physically and emotionally and there was no one she could go to. She turned a corner and then another one, until she found the smallest passage between two rooms. It was a bit dusty there and she supposed no one used that passage since it was right next to a much more beautiful and wide corridor. Still no one. She was alone. She was alone! Cora gasped again, shoving her gloved hand between her legs, pressing hard against her womanhood through all that layers of clothing. She buckled her hips softly, dancing on one foot as she gently moaned in relief from that little help. She considered staying there a couple of seconds to regain complete control, but she knew she couldn’t wait long. She swallowed, massaging herself to better the relieve and she leaned against the wall, breathing hard. One, two, three. She counted, closing her eyes to prepare herself for another mad searching. She peeled slowly from the wall, but made only one step before the scare almost made her leak again.. and worse. She couldn't help her doubling over her hand, her heart hammering inside her chest. “Cora, what are you doing?” Violet was staring at her with a disapproving face. “I- I.” She stuttered, trying so hard to straighten her back. She did after a few attempts and quickly she removed her hand too. “Running away like that.” The older woman clicked her tongue “I've been observing you.” That was no surprise. And frankly, Cora was kinda happy she had been. Because now Violet would have helped her. She would, right? “I.. I need-” Cora bit her lip, pressing hard her thighs together. “I know. I watched your pitiful dance.” She sighed in dismay pursing her lips as she took a good look at the girl. Cora was fidgeting on the spot, shaking, shifting her weight from a foot to another. “I was about to find someone,” Cora spoke low, careful to control every other part of the body as she concentrate on talking “to ask where-” “Never!” Violet yelled in a stern whisper, canceling the distance between them with a wide step “Never do that.” she repeated, kinder now. “A proper Lady should never ask for the toilet when she's in public.” For how much absurd it sounded, Cora could see that. After all, they were supposed to be beautiful doll to expose, faint at the view of blood and of course not proving to the world that they were human being too, so body functions were a big nono in every area. “What can I do?” Cora almost shirked “I really need to-” “I can see that.” Violet sighed matter-of-factly “But I told you, that's not how a proper lady behaves.” there was something in her ice-blue eyes that scared the girl. “What?” Cora's eyes widen at her words and her bladder twitched with a painful spasm. She had no choice but to grab herself for a moment before she decided it was safe to let go. “What do you mean-?” “That's not how I taught you, Cora.” Violet asserted “Didn't I told you to use the loo every time before leaving?” there was a wicked smile forming on her woman's lips “I knew this would happen.” “I forgot.” Cora felt her cheeks blushing even more. “You forgot?” Violet let out a hint of chuckle “Well, that's your punishment for not listening to me, thinking you know better.” she paused, watching as Cora suddenly grabbed herself in despair. Both hands. “I knew you weren't a proper Lady, you will never be.” “I am.” Cora cried softly “I can prove it to you.” she nodded as she pressed herself harder against her own fingers. “Prove it to me?” Violet faked a surprised look “A proper Lady should be able to control herself and her need and you clearly aren't.” “But I-” Cora sobbed “I could make it.” “Not like that, you won't.” Violet crossed her arms on her chest. She studied as the girl before her swung and danced, frowning but never giving up once. “You're so determined on proving you can be a lady?” “Yes.” “I'll give you another chance, then.” Violet was smiling now “If you can make it through dinner, I won't bother you on the subject anymore.” “I will, I promise.” Cora nodded, her shoulder hitting the wall for support as she held herself. “If you could just let me go now, I will.” “What the point would be? If you ask for the loo, everyone will know you're not a proper Lady.” Violet pointed out. “And proving to me this evening won't change the fact that everybody will know what you will never be.” “I made a mistake not going to the toilet before leaving, but-” She shut her eyes tight, dancing a little on the spot “But-I can't hold it much longer.” Cora confessed and her cheeks turned bright red. She was on the edge of crying. “I'll lose control and I'll embarrass you all, and Robert-” She gasped. He may not loved her like she did, but he was a kind and a good man, he didn't deserve the shame of an improper wife. She couldn’t ask for the loo for Robert, as well she couldn't wet herself for everyone to see. Violet was thinking the same thing. “I guess everyone is entitled of one error.” the older woman conceded. “You made this to yourself, but we can't allow that kind of humiliation today. We have to manage on our own.” Cora nodded briefly. Violet was right, after all. A proper Lady should've been able to hold herself through a party or a dinner. It could have been a real lesson for her, even if it looked like another teasing of her mother-in-law, it wasn't. “You'll help me?” She agreed. “We must cooperate to limit the damage. Follow me.” Violet gestured with a tilt of her head. Noticing Cora still grabbing herself, walking stiffly and slowly, reluctant of letting go of her crotch, she sighed through her hinted smile, a sympathetic one “Whenever you're ready. But I suggest you hurry. Robert's coming over here.”
  4. I found this girl drawings while going through Twitter, these are really good!
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    As my post promised in that one thread, here it is, a smoking and wetting video from yours truly. Also shows my feet at various times if you're into that ;) Really needed to go, hated to waste it, so decided to throw on some light-colored jeans, light up a smoke, sit down in my No Way Out chair, and try to read the chapter I've been working on. There are only two omo scenes in it, but I only made it to the first one before I started pissing myself a little. I wanted to hold on longer, but Doody (my roommate) came home, so I had to just let go.

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  6. **Hey guys! So I found out most of us like the line scenario the best. I’ve done one at a party, done one at a wedding, and did one in the college dorms bathrooms with girls waking up with full bladders recently. This one is from the private school I went to. Now this didn’t happen, it is fiction, but we had limited bathrooms in this place. For teachers it was worse. They HAD to use the single teacher’s room. Using student bathrooms was forbidden. And I had some VERY attractive teachers lol**** Ms. Channy was a pretty woman in her late-thirties. She had short brown hair which was very dark, and her legs and hips had some weight on them, but she had nice boobs as well. Tight pants looked amazing on her as she taught history to her students. That day she had tight white pants and a tight white t-shirt. On her feet she had open-toe shoes. Her class was right across the hall from Ms. Leathan. A hot, skinny blonde whose hair waved down past her shoulders and wore a tight gray skirt and high heels. Down the hall was Ms. Maclen. A mathematics teacher. Tall, and blonde hair tied in a pony tail which looked sexy with her white skin that had a slight tan that day. She wore a purple top and her long legs were covered with black nylons as she was in her skirt. Although a tall woman, she did not have the toughest bladder. She had waited so long some days since being hired at this school that she ALMOST wet herself. The same could be said for Channy and Leathan as well. As the bell approached, each teacher stared at the clock. They were not dying (yet) but after two classes, a few morning coffees going through them, knowing they could be at a bathroom soon made them a little more desperate. When the bell rang, each teacher held their doors opened. Teachers could not leave their doors until every kid had left. Maclen pressed her arms on her tummy as she tapped her foot while kids strolled out. Leathan maintained an appropriate composure. Channy got rid of her kids and headed out. There were two women teacher lavatories’ in the school. One was out of order on their end of the school due to plumbing problems. Channy speed-walked to the other end. Each step adding more pressure to her bladder. She breathed heavy as she got to the bathroom door, turned her faculty key, and unlocked it. The beautiful toilet gave her joy. “Um…excuse me?” said a voice from behind. It was one of the new teachers, Ms. Bagels. She learned uncomfortable and was hopping place. “I’m so sorry but I did not get to go before I left home this morning. Can I please go first?” Ms. Channy turned to face the toilet and frowned. She gulped. Squeezed her cheeks and legs in those tight white pants. “Sure, go ahead.” Bagels ran in. Not long after, Leathan and Maclen got to the bathroom. As they saw Ms. Channy obviously uncomfortable, with her legs crossed as she had her hands in her pockets and leaned against the wall, they got behind her. Channy, Leathan, Maclen. Giving a squirm here and there as they waited in line. Five minute went by. Ms. Maclen and Leathan were hopping a little to deal with their growing discomfort from their full bladders, but Ms. Channy knocked on the door. “Um, excuse me!” she said. She was grumpy at this point feeling a hot, bulging pressure push on her lower belly. “Are you almost done? There’s a line out there and the bell is gonna-.” DING DING DING! The bell signaled the break between classes over and the teachers had to go back. They looked at each other, knowing they would be very desperate by the time next class ended. But there was no choice they headed back. In their class, Maclen opened her math book and froze at the sight of the story used for the equation. It was water-themed, talking about liters in a pool. As she always did, she read the math out to her kids who giggled noticing their teacher’s discomfort. “So Sarah pppoured watter into the pool, three times and-.” Her eyes widened as a jolt struck inside of her. Ms. Leathan was reading outloud to her students of a story about an old fart traveling the sea. The watery descriptions cause spasms of discomfort, bladder-filling pain into her lower body. Ms. Channy’s class was taking a test for this hour. Usually she would walk around the class to make sure no one is cheating, but everyone noticed her standing against the board, legs crossed, one foot tipped on it’s toes, and her hands pressed on her lower belly massaging it. “Um, Ms. Channy, you okay?” a male student asked, clearly horny. “Um…yyes Bbbilly. Let’s just continue.” Billy smiled and took out his water bottle. Shaking it slowly back and forth which caused agony for Channy. The next hour went by so slow. When the bell rang, she almost lost it in her bladder. “Gonna freaking pee my pants in front of all the students,” she whispered to herself. She headed off to the other side of the school. She saw the bathroom door and what was at it as well…she almost dropped down and cried. She said in her head, Noooooooo! TO BE CONTINUED….
  7. This story is loosely based on a true experience I had when I was 18. It was a normal school day, except that on this particular day we were required to dress smartly for a church service we had to attend in the morning. Also, this was the day when I had a 2 hour lesson of ICT (computer class) in the afternoon. I was wearing a suit jacket, shirt and tie, and dark trousers which were pretty close fitting. The morning was uneventful and pretty boring. I remember feeling thirsty after the service and buying a litre bottle of fruit drink from a shop in town. After the end of lunch break, around 1.30pm, I was waiting outside the ICT classroom when I felt an urge to piss. I’d drunk most of the fruit drink I bought at lunch and about half of my 500ml water bottle, and hadn’t relieved myself since waking up at 7.30 that morning. ‘Ah shit’ I thought, realising that I wouldn’t get chance to go until at least 2.30pm, and that’s if I was lucky! I sat down in the classroom next to a girl named Laura. She was blonde and very cute, with curves in all the right places. She always seemed to be in a good mood, and was the sort of person you could talk for hours with and never get bored or run out of things to say. We were pretty good friends, and she was looking good in a tight fitting white shirt, short black skirt and black tights with black flat shoes. As we chatted while waiting for the teacher, I became increasingly aware of my bladder filling up, and I really wished I hadn’t drunk so much liquid earlier in the day. It was gonna be a long lesson that’s for sure. We were on the computers for the first hour of the lesson. I was sat with Laura in the corner, helping her with a spreadsheet. Half way into the lesson and I was jiggling my knees around every few seconds, with my ankles crossed underneath my chair. I really had to piss, and my need was steadily increasing with every passing minute. I was finding it difficult to concentrate fully on my work, and I kept glancing at the clock. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl. 15 minutes left of the first hour and I was jiggling my legs like crazy. All the liquid I’d consumed throughout the day (the computer room was quite warm, so by now I’d finished my litre bottle of juice and most of my 500ml bottle of water, hoping that it wasn’t going to go straight to my bladder) was slowly but surely filling my bladder up, and I could feel the pressure against the waistband of my trousers. I was biting my lip and trying not to stare at the clock, as every time I looked hardly any time had passed. I also noticed Laura had gone unusually quiet. I sneaked a glance at her and noticed that her legs were tightly crossed right over left, and occasionally she’d jiggle her right leg up and down ever so slightly. Just as I was wondering whether she had to go too, she suddenly uncrossed her legs, glanced around at the clock, then at our teacher, then sighed and recrossed her legs the other way while looking back at her screen. ‘God I hope Mrs Davies lets us out for a few minutes soon, I’m bursting for a wee’ she said quietly. I immediately felt myself getting turned on, and I blushed as I admitted to her ‘Yeah, me too, I’ve been dying to go since lunch’. She glanced down at my jiggling legs and grinned at me. ‘Yeah I can see that’ she said, ‘when did you last go?’ I blushed again, not quite believing I was chatting to her about something I’m usually so shy about. ‘Um… when I woke up. How about you?’ I asked quietly. She giggled and said ‘Same here, I haven’t had chance to go, because of the church thing and stuff’. I felt my erection growing in my pants, and I discreetly rested an arm over my lap to hide it. ‘So, what if she doesn’t let us go?’ I asked carefully, not wanting to sound too interested. Laura smiled at me again ‘Shut up’ she said jokingly, ‘I don’t even want to think about it. She’s bound to let us out, she usually does anyway’. ‘Yeah, I hope so’ I agreed. Finally, it was 2.30pm. Usually, this would mean a quick break, which would give me (and Laura) a chance to piss. The bell rang, and we glanced at our teacher expectantly. ‘Ok guys, log off the computers please’ she said to the class. We stood up and walked to the centre of the room where the desks were (the computers were situated around the edge of the room and our desks were in the middle). As I stood behind my desk, I noticed Laura crossing her legs tightly, leaning forward onto her chair. She was staring intently at our teacher, and I caught her biting her lip for a second. Damn, she was really bursting. Now I was stood up I couldn’t jiggle my knees about, so instead I leaned into my chair, resting it over my dick and shifted my weight from one foot to the other as discreetly as I could. My bladder was sending urgent signals that it needed to be emptied, and soon. The knowledge that I was gonna be able to piss in a couple of minutes wasn’t helping in the slightest. ‘Ok guys, I told you last week that you’d have a test today on Units 1 and 2..’ she was interrupted by the moans and groans of the class. ‘… so I hope you’ve all revised. The test will last one hour, can someone hand out the papers please?’ Shit, how could I have forgot? I glanced across at Laura, who still had her legs tightly crossed and was staring at Mrs Davies in dismay. She caught my eye and grimaced, and I just shook my head and bit my lip. ‘Can everyone take seats around the room please, don’t sit too close to each other, I don’t want any cheating’ our teacher called out. I moved towards the back of the room, and Laura followed. ‘Oh my god…’ she laughed quietly as she came towards me. ‘I know’ I replied ‘I really need a piss’. ‘Me toooo’ she moaned, bobbing up and down slightly on the spot. She glanced at the clock, then at Mrs Davies. ‘Back in a sec’ she said, and hurried towards the teacher. I took a seat at the back of the classroom, squeezing my dick tightly for a moment, as luckily there was nobody sat nearby. I saw Laura speaking quietly with Mrs Davies, and although I couldn’t hear the conversation, I saw Mrs Davies shake her head sympathetically. Laura turned around and walked back towards me, and I saw that she was blushing, which I’d never seen her do before. She sat down a couple of seats away from me, immediately crossing her legs, and whispered ‘She said I’d just have to wait until half three’. She looked upset, and although I was feeling a fierce need to urinate myself, I began to feel sorry for her. ‘Shit’ I whispered back, jiggling my knees violently. Laura smiled at me, although I could see the urgency in her eyes. ‘Did you study for the test?’ she asked. I shook my head ‘No, did you?’ She laughed and shook her head, then moaned ever so softly, fidgeting her crossed legs up and down. ‘Ohhh God I’m bursting’ she whispered to herself, biting her lip and looking up at the ceiling. I was so turned on, both by my own desperation and Laura’s, that all I couldn’t even reply. The test papers were handed out, and as I glanced through it I realised I knew most of the answers. The only problem I had was concentrating, as I was incredibly distracted by my own urgent need for relief, and the plight of the sexy, bursting girl sitting a few seats away from me. I tried to focus on the questions and put the other stuff out of my mind. The room was silent aside from the gentle whirring of computer fans, and every minute or so I’d hear a rustling of tights or a quiet moan, and I’d glance up and see Laura squirming about in her seat. Of course, I was fidgeting as well. I was sat right up against the computer desk with my ankles crossed beneath my chair, sitting right on the edge of the seat, jiggling my legs like crazy. I couldn’t sit still at all. 3pm. Just half an hour left. By now I was nearly at the end of the test, but was finding it almost impossible to concentrate. I was gritting my teeth against the pain of my swollen bladder, and I wished my trousers weren’t so tight. I was having to grab my dick every few minutes to help hold on when a particularly strong urge hit me. At first, I was worried about Laura noticing, but I soon realised that her attention was completely focused on both the test and her bladder. She had adopted a similar pose to me – she was sat right on the edge of her seat with her legs underneath her, crossed at the ankles. While my thighs were apart, hers were pushed tightly together, and I could hear the sound of her tights rubbing together as she squirmed around. Her face was flushed, either from embarrassment, the warm room, the pressure in her bladder, or a combination of the three. As I watched her, she quickly glanced up at the clock, then back at her paper, then she glanced up and met my eye. She mouthed ‘I NEED A WEE’ at me, and leaned forward in her seat, flashing me a pained-looking smile. ‘SAME HERE’ I mouthed back. She glanced up at the clock again, then back at me, a tense expression on her face. I nodded and bit my lip. We both doubted whether we could make it until the end of the lesson, but what choice did we have? By 3.20pm, I was in serious trouble. I was holding myself almost constantly by now, and was beginning to worry whether I’d actually make it to a toilet before losing control. I couldn’t sit up straight and was bent over my test paper, jiggling my right knee up and down rapidly, the heel of my shoe bouncing up and down on the carpeted floor. I’d finished a few minutes ago, and now I could focus my efforts on holding in my piss until I was finally allowed to relieve myself. I’d undone the top button of my trousers to give my bladder some room to expand, which had helped for a while, but by now it was totally rock hard and bursting with all the liquid I had consumed throughout the day. By the looks of it, Laura was also reaching the end of her limit. She was still perched right on the edge of her seat, fidgeting and moaning under her breath, her test paper completely forgotten. I glanced down and saw that she’d unbuttoned her skirt. She was staring intently at the clock on the wall, and her hands were resting on either side of her chair. She was sitting with her legs slightly apart, rapidly fanning her knees in and out, her tights rubbing against her skirt. As I watched her, she suddenly gasped quietly and double crossed her legs, her hands on either side of her hips gripping the chair tightly. She glanced down at her skirt, then up at me. I could see the sheer desperation in her eyes, and I knew she was close to wetting herself. At the same time, I knew that my face was betraying the strain I was under to keep holding for just a few minutes more. Just then, Mrs Davies uttered the words Laura and I had been longing to hear: ‘Ok guys, I’m gonna let you go early since you’ve worked so hard. Leave your test papers where they are and we’ll go over them tomorrow. Oh, and don’t forget to write your name at the top’. I stood up, wincing as I felt the full weight of my overfull bladder. I grabbed my bag and glanced across at Laura, who was standing bent over the desk with her legs tightly crossed, bobbing up and down frantically on the spot. ‘Oh god oh god oh god, I have to go so bad I can barely write my name’ she whined, scribbling her name quickly at the top of her test. ‘Ok now I’m going for a weeeee’ she laughed as she picked up her bag and darted out of the room, closely followed by me. We walked down the empty corridor as fast as we could without losing control, me grabbing my dick under my jacket and Laura trying to squeeze her thighs together as she walked. ‘Shit, I’ve never needed to go this bad before’ I muttered, my voice strained. ‘Oh god I know, tell me about it’ Laura replied ‘All I can think about it getting to a loo, I don’t care about anything else, just having a fucking wee right now’. I laughed in agreement. We reached the stairs at the end of the corridor, one more story and we’d be outside the toilets. ‘Need a piss, need a piss’ I muttered under my breath as we hurried down them. Laura suddenly stopped in her tracks, bending over at the waist, pushing both her hands into her crotch. I was amazed, I’d never seen anybody as desperate as this before. She moaned under her breath ‘Ohhhhh, ok, shit, I’m ok now let’s go’. We hurried down the last few steps and pushed open the door. The toilets were just two steps in front of us, but a sign on the girl’s toilets caught my attention: FLOODED! DO NOT ENTER, USE YEAR 11 TOILETS ON OTHER SIDE OF THE SCHOOL ‘No no no no you have got to be joking’ Laura moaned, dancing frantically from foot to foot. ‘Guess you’ll just have to wait a bit longer’ I laughed, and opened the door to the boy’s toilets. Suddenly, Laura grabbed my arm, holding me back. ‘No, fuck you’ she laughed, grinning up at me, bent over with one hand on my arm and the other in her crotch. ‘Oh come on, I have to piss!’ I said, laughing, but in all seriousness, I was seconds away from wetting myself. ‘Oh fuck it, I need a weeeeee’ she moaned, pushing past me and into the boy’s toilets. I followed her in, already unzipping my trousers in anticipation. She darted into a cubicle and slammed the door behind her, and I pulled out my dick while running to the urinal. As soon as I got within a few feet I started wetting uncontrollably, gasping as I finally started to relieve the piss I’d been holding in for so long. At the same time, I heard a gushing stream of piss hitting the toilet bowl in the cubicle, and I heard Laura moan ‘Oh god that feels so GOOD!’ After a minute or so, I heard her stream easing off, and she moaned with relief. Meanwhile, I was still wetting, relieved but still not empty. I heard Laura opening the toilet door, but I couldn’t bring myself to cut my stream off, not when it felt so damn good! Laura emerged from the cubicle red faced, but looking extremely relieved. ‘Best wee ever’ she laughed, then she noticed me standing at the urinal. ‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry’ she laughed. ‘It’s ok’ I gasped, still wetting uncontrollably. I was blushing like crazy. There was an awkward silence, for a few seconds, the only sound was my piss stream and my small gasps of relief. ‘Um… ok I’ll see you tomorrow’ she said quickly, washing her hands under the tap and grabbing a paper towel. ‘Yeah, see ya’ I managed to gasp, and she flashed me a grin as she walked out. ‘Oh my god’ she laughed, my stream still going strong, and I blushed even deeper as she shut the door. A few seconds later, my bladder was finally empty, and I gasped with relief.
  8. Last week Jenna and I went to the beach for a much needed vacation. We rented a house a few blocks for the beach and proceeded relax on the beach as well as see some of the sights around. We’d been there for a couple days when she mentioned how she wanted to go walk on the beach at night but it was raining the night before. This got me thinking, so I pulled up a map to see if I could find a deserted where we could be alone. It was difficult as the whole area was built up, but there was a state park nearby that would be deserted after the lights-out time of 10. That night, we went around to a few shops then stopped at a restaurant that was close to the house for a late supper. She had a soda and an even larger glass of water at the restaurant. I was expecting her to use the toilet before we left since it had been almost 2 hours since we left the house but she didn't. Afterwards, we were going to go next door to get some beer for the beach but the liquor store was already closed. This meant that we had to go all the way to the nearest convenience store which was about 15 minutes away. As soon as we got back in the car, she popped open a beer. I was going to say something, but I wasn’t drinking it and the area was pretty deserted, so I left it alone. By the time we made it back to the beach, she had finished off the beer. It had been 45 minutes since she head finished off her drinks at the restaurant, plus the beer she just finished, so I was certain she had to pee by now but she still didn't mention it. When we stopped, I realized it wasn’t quite a deserted as I had hoped. The parking area was right next to a house and it you could see lights from the state park down the beach a ways. Still, there was plenty of beach between there and us, so we were still able to get away from everyone somewhat. We each kicked off our shoes and grabbed a beer (well, 2 for her). As we walked down the beach, I thought I could see her scanning the beach for somewhere to pee, but she still didn’t say anything. it was at this point that I realized something: unless its a busy beach, there is nowhere to pee! The beach is long and flat, and there's signs everywhere warning you about snakes in the grass behind the beach, which leaves either peeing in the water or squatting out in the open. If you're in regular clothes and not swimming, that pretty much limits the options. We walked for about 5 minutes before we stopped to lay out our blanket and relax on the beach. Almost immediately she looked at me with a smirk on her face and said “Since I know you're going to ask, I don't want to have sex at here”. I made a mock sad face and asked “Why not? There's nobody around - plus haven’t you always wanted to have sex on a beach?” She proceeded to counter every reason I had that it would be OK, so I gave up on it and we laid back and relaxed for a while. We walked down to the water where we finished off the first beer before she grabbed her second. I threw the empties in a nearby trash can and we we walked down the beach for a while. By this point I realized I must have misjudged her need earlier and that she had probably started off dehydrated, but she had to need to go by now. As we made our way back I could definitely tell she was starting to need to find a placed to relieve herself. Sure enough, by the time we got back to the blanked she told me “Okay, I really need to pee. Let's head back.” I agreed so she chugged the rest of her beer. As I was folding up the blanket she crossed her legs slightly and said “Can I pee out here?” It caught me off guard as she doesn’t normally ask like that - it’s a statement that she is going to pee, or she will ask me to look around to make sure it’s clear. Since it sounded like she was asking my permission, I playfully told her “No!” I expected her to completely ignore me like normal when I tell her there that but instead she shrugged her shoulders and said “Okay, but hurry.” That surprised me even more, but I went with it. We’d been walking for about a minute when a light bulb went off! I put my hand on her side and asked her “How about this - you can pee out here if I can record it.” She immediately said “Great! I really didn’t want to have to wait until we go back.” I barely had the camera up on my phone when she had her pants unbuttoned and asked if I was ready. Without my answer, she yanked down her pants and squatted. It took a few seconds for me to get ready, which she wasn’t happy about, before I told her to let go. While I see her pee every day on the toilet, plug many times outdoors, this was the first time I had ever gotten up the nerve to ask to see it up close. I was mesmerized. At first I started off about 5 feet away before I scooted up to where the lense was almost directly under her. It seemed like it lasted forever, but after reviewing the footage it was strong but only slightly over 20 seconds. She stood up afterwards like nothing out of the ordinary went on and we proceeded back to the car. I was left thinking about what had just happened and running through different scenarios in my mind. Back at the house, few had a couple more drinks before heading to bed. I was hoping she have sex before she peed since we didn’t do anything earlier but she told me there was no way she was waiting. I was a little disappointed, she was still not comfortable in the bed, and we were both tired so it wasn’t the best session we’d had. Still, I was quite excited about the video I had gotten. It gets much better the next night, but I haven’t finished writing that part up yet. Hopefully I’ll have it up tomorrow - stay tuned!
  9. Megan smiled into her webcam, her left arm held over her naked breasts and her right hand covering her vagina. Countless messages flooded the chatbox on her page. “put the arm down bby” “show us you're pussy” “i dont have tokens pls show boobs” She fought hard not to sigh. It wouldn't be polite to the one or two people watching her cam who might eventually decide to pay her for her services. She glanced down to the timer on the bottom of the cam window; she had been streaming nonstop for nearly five hours. Not only was there nobody willing to pay up, but she really had to pee. She decided to treat her viewers before she turned off the webcam, and she dropped her left arm and leaned towards her laptop. “Sorry guys,” she said softly, reaching up to twirl her long red hair. “I've been streaming for five hours, and I think I'm going to call it a night.” A new message immediately popped up in the chatbox. “awww, why?” She flicked her eyes down at it, then back to the camera. “Well I'm really tired, plus if I'm being completely honest, I kind of need to pee pretty badly. Goodnight, everyone.” She reached for the mouse, stopping a centimeter away from the [X] on the top right of the window when she heard an unexpected chime. User Desp-Dungeon has asked you for a private show with a donation of 1000 Tokens. Megan's eyes went wide. Bloody hell, this guy just gave me a thousand dollars. After staring at the screen stunned for a moment, she shook herself back to reality. This was ten times more than she'd ever gotten from a single donation. It was a whole month's rent, and all she had to do was show a guy her privates for an hour, maybe masturbate a bit. I love camming. She immediately clicked [ACCEPT] and waited as the webpage loaded. She noticed that her right hand was absentmindedly pressing hard into her crotch, and she removed it right before the page finished loading. Her bladder felt very full, but she didn't give a damn in the face of $1000. I'll be fine for an hour. If it gets too bad I'll ask him if I can go wee...might be the type to ask if he can watch, but that's fine. If he won't let me go to the toilet, I'll lean my tits into the cam so he can't see my bottom and secretly wee on the floor. I've almost been forced to do that before, never thought I'd be thankful for laminate flooring. She refocused on the webcam, grinning widely. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, waving enthusiastically into the camera. Her eyes moved to the chatbox as a message popped up. “I will donate another $1000 if you dial this phone number.” The number immediately followed. Megan blinked. This was new. “If you'd like to speak personally, you can request a two-way cam,” she said into the camera. “I'm fine with it, I don't care if you've got your cock out.” “No. Dial the number for another $1000, or end the session. If you don't want me to see your number, you can dial *67 before the number to call as Unknown.” Megan furrowed her brow. “One moment,” she mumbled. She quickly tabbed into Google, checking if the *67 trick was true. It was. She switched back to the cam page. “Alright, I'm going to call. If this is something fishy, I'm going to end the session immediately, sod your money.” “Of course,” said the chatbox. She flipped around on her bed, exposing her rear to the camera as she reached to her nightstand for her mobile. Turning back around, she looked at the number and slowly dialed it before pressing send. Her bladder was throbbing now, but curiosity had the better of her. The phone didn't finish ringing even once before a woman's voice answered with a “Hello, Megan.” As she said it, the 1000 Token donation blipped on Megan's screen. Megan snorted a short laugh. “Wow, I wasn't expecting a girl,” she said, losing her politeness for a moment. “Is that a problem?” the voice responded. “Oh, I apologize, not at all. I mean, I am straight, but I have no problem showing myself to anyone who pays. I'll do anything you like. Listen, I'm so sorry to ask this, but it's easier to ask another girl...I'm absolutely desperate for a wee right now, would you let me go to the toilet first? I won't take the time out of the session.” “I heard you say you needed to pee in the public cam. That's why I opened the session.” Megan grinned. “You'd like to watch, is that it? That's no problem. I'm sure it will be a good show for you if you're into that, I really need to go.” “No,” said the woman. “I want you to hold it in. As long as you possibly can, until it forces its way out of your body against your will.” Megan stared into the camera, her mind racing. “I've heard of this fetish, but I've never had it in my cam before. But...I don't know, it already hurts. Even if I tried, I wouldn't last very long at all. I wouldn't be giving you your money's worth.” “You would be surprised at your capacity if you truly bring it to your limit. I will donate $100 for every minute you hold it in. But first, you must drink four cups of water. And bring your laptop with you, no sneaking to the bathroom off-camera.” Megan's mouth fell open. Even if I only make it half an hour, that's three thousand dollars. My God... “You're on,” Megan said. “I'll hold on as hard as I can.” She unplugged her laptop and got to her feet, groaning as the weight of her bursting bladder increased. “You really do sound desperate,” the voice said. “I also notice your English accent, but your cam tag says you're in America. How long have you lived in the States?” “Only six months,” Megan responded, struggling to walk straight with the pressure in her belly and the laptop in her arms. “Moved here for university. That's why I'm camming, to make money for it. Most young cam girls are doing it for the same reason.” “Indeed,” the woman said as Megan entered the kitchen of her apartment. “Set the laptop down somewhere facing the sink, and get drinking.” Megan set down the laptop on the counter and put her mobile on speaker. “Have you got a name?” Megan asked. “You can call me Kay,” the woman said. “Drink.” “Yes, yes, I'm on it,” Megan mumbled. She flipped open the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a large mug, then turned the tap on. The sound of the water overwhelmed her, and she bent over, forcing both hands between her legs and moaning loudly. “Oh, bloody hell,” she groaned. “Don't wet yourself now,” Kay said. “You're already at three hundred dollars.” “I thought the time began after I drank,” Megan panted. “Not that I'm complaining.” “I decided to be nice,” Kay responded. “Well, thank you, Kay. Oh wow, it's really hard to hold it with the water on.” She pulled her right hand out and grabbed the mug, filling it quickly. “I guess I'll get this over with fast.” She chugged the mug of water and filled it again, downing the second just as fast. She focused on holding herself as she drank the next two mugs over another three minutes before shutting off the tap. The laptop dinged, and she saw the $600 donation. “You must be incredibly wealthy,” Megan said. “You've got no idea how much you're helping me.” “I am, and I do,” Kay said. “This is not the first time I've done this. Now that you're done drinking, would you like to return to your bed, or stay in the kitchen? You can go anywhere you like, as long as I can see you.” Megan thought for a moment. “I think I'll stay here. I'm afraid I'll wet the bed if I sit back down on it.” “Makes sense,” Kay said. “Plus, most women seem to find it easier to hold their pee while they're standing. Just make sure I can see your whole body and the floor you're on, I don't want you sinking below the camera and letting any out.” “Anything you say,” Megan laughed. “So like, do you want me to keep talking, or would you rather I stay quiet while you...” “Oh, I'm not masturbating,” Kay said quickly. “This is...research, of a sort.” Megan laughed again. “I've no idea what 'sort' that may be, but whatever you say.” “You know that I am very wealthy,” Kay began. “It is very old family wealth, and I have never experienced the struggle of paying for college. If you do not mind me asking, what kind of money are they looking for?” Megan hesitated at answering such a personal question. Then she realized that she was standing in front of a webcam, stark-naked, fighting a bladder that was about to empty itself on her kitchen floor. Couldn't get much more personal than that. “It's about thirty five thousand,” Megan said. “Camming helps, but I don't know what I'm going to do over time...” “Indeed,” Kay said again. “How do you feel? Please be very detailed.” Megan was bent forwards, both hands held against herself as waves of pressure thrashed her privates. She knew that the water she just drank could not have reached her bladder yet, but it had gotten so much worse. “I feel like there's a watermelon in me,” she moaned. “The pressure is so intense. I feel it all over my belly and in my pussy, down my legs and even in my chest. I've never had to wee this badly in my life.” “Good,” Kay whispered mercilessly. “Listen, I want you to stand up straight. Then, turn sideways to the camera and lean back slightly.” “Nooo, I'll wet myself,” Megan nearly shouted. “If that happens, so be it. You know that it's inevitable anyway. If you want more money, you won't let that happen though. Now do it.” Megan knew that arguing was pointless. As long as she kept paying, Megan was completely at Kay's mercy. She struggled to stand up, crying out as the massive pressure increased even further. Her legs locked up as she stood, and she held her arms out to her sides with her fists clenched. “Now turn sideways and lean back,” Kay's voice came through the phone. “Myeeehh,” Megan whimpered. She slowly shifted sideways and released a sustained moan as she forced herself to lean back. “Wow,” Kay said softly. “You have a beautiful bladder.” Megan had never received a stranger compliment, and she had gotten A LOT of strange compliments in her time on camera. She looked down, surprised at the protruding shape on her belly. She reached and placed her left hand on it, wincing at the insane sensitivity of the spot. It was hard as a rock, and so visible. “I never knew this could happen,” Megan exclaimed. “It's so sensitive, I've never felt anything like this. When I touch it, I feel like a shockwave around my whole body. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it...it actually feels kind of good. I mean, it hurts like hell, but the sensations are astonishing. I actually feel a little turned on.” “That's amazing news,” Kay said. “By the way, you're at fifteen hundred dollars already. You're doing good. My last subject wet herself after eight minutes, after drinking the four mugs. She was...disappointing. The one before that never got desperate enough to wet herself. She had to pee at first, I'm sure, but when she realized I was paying her to hold it, she said that squatting down would help. She dipped below the camera, and when she stood back up, she started putting on a show about it. Dancing around and crossing her legs and the like. The thing is, when you know bladders like I do, you know that's not what it's really like to be at the bursting point. Look at you...you're locked up so tight, all your muscles contracting visibly. I can tell that you're truly desperate. I knew that she had peed on the floor when she squatted and was just trying to get more cash out of me. Unfortunately, she did get a lot of money before I ended the session. Oh well, if I didn't get through the ones like her, I would never find the good subjects like you.” Megan wasn't sure how she felt about being called a 'subject.' However, between the money flowing into her bank account and the water flowing into her bladder, she couldn't find the ability to care too much. “I have a question,” Megan panted. “There are so many thousands of cam girls out there, how do you find the ones who need to pee?” “Good question,” Kay said. “The trick is to use websites that list how long a cam has been on for. If a woman has been running nonstop for five or six hours, it's a good bet that her bladder would be pretty full. I open a cam and see if they're exhibiting signs. Squirming, crossed legs, strained face and the like. If so, I start a private chat with a hundred dollars and ask them if they have to pee. If they say yes, I keep it going. If not, I end the chat and let them keep the hundred. You, on the other hand, said you needed to pee the moment I entered your chat. You were just about to leave too, that's why I donated the thousand to get your immediate attention and stop you wasting a full bladder.” Megan smiled. “I'm glad to help,” she said with a chuckle that vibrated her bladder, causing her to moan again. “Two thousand,” Kay said. “You're doing an amazing job. I'm going to ask you to face me and spread your legs about two feet.” By this point, Megan knew better than to argue. She slowly turned towards the webcam and opened her legs. The moment her feet settled, a tiny spurt of wee burst out of her and splattered on the floor. Her hands flew towards her crotch, but Kay shouted “WAIT!” Megan froze, every muscle in her body strained to their limits. “Do not hold yourself,” Kay demanded. “Stand perfectly still, hold it in with your willpower alone now.” Megan closed her eyes. She had never felt anything like this. Her whole body was so sensitive that she was pretty sure that she could feel the universe. She hadn't felt the universe since she had done shrooms at her eighteenth birthday party. Her belly was so heavy, the pressure against her privates so strong, the throbbing so intense. She stood as a statue, time passing at an unknowable rate, standing in complete silence until Kay broke it with “You are magnificent. You made thirty five hundred dollars so far. Your bladder is so full that you look pregnant. Please, come to the laptop. I want to look into your eyes for a moment.” Megan opened those bright green eyes and took a step forwards, and then she wet herself completely. It happened so suddenly that she couldn't believe it. As soon as she moved her leg, her bladder erupted with the white-hot intensity of ten thousand supernovas. She reflexively closed her legs, the wee spraying from her thighs in every direction, splattering across the floor and soaking even the kitchen cabinets that she stood beside. She screamed out loud, first from surprise, and then from pure pleasure. Her knees went weak and she lost her balance, and despite her reaching for the counter, she fell onto her rear. Her legs fell open and her stream shot at least five feet forwards. All over the floor, the cabinets, the table and some chairs. She realized that she would ruin the entire kitchen at this rate, and she placed her hands between her legs. Not in an attempt to hold it in again, there was no chance of that, but to stop it from flowing freely. She couldn't believe how hot her pee was as it cascaded against her hands, and even more surprising was the absolute pressure with which it burst out of her. In the back of her mind she noted how okay she felt about laying in her own wee. It should have weirded her out, but it just felt good, it felt warm, and the primal relief was so strong that nothing else mattered to her. She fell back and exhaled, keeping one hand against her privates so the stream stayed focused on the floor. She had no idea how long her wee lasted. It seemed like a century. Right when the stream finally began to die down, she felt something building inside of her. With almost no warning, she had a leg-shaking orgasm on the spot that took what was left of her breath out of her. She went completely limp, her hand falling to her side. Luckily the stream had weakened enough to stay off of the furniture, and after many more seconds it slowed to a stop. She just laid there, caught up in this primordial pleasure, unlike anything she could have imagined. Minutes passed. “...Megan?” Kay's voice called softly from the mobile on the counter. “Yeh?” Megan wheezed weakly from her place in the massive puddle of wee. “You are currently my favorite person in the world,” Kay said. “That was...well, there is no other word for it than 'legendary,' I think. I know the sensations you are feeling right now are overwhelming, but I need you to stand up and come to the phone.” Megan did as she was asked. It took her a long time to get to her feet, and she slowly made her way across the kitchen, being careful not to slip in her wee. She quickly dried her hands on a paper towel and took her phone, turning off speaker and putting it to her ear as she looked into the webcam. “Kay...I don't think...I can talk too good right now...” “I know. Just listen. You pass. Ten years ago, with my wealth, I decided to produce a special variety of adult movie. I am the only person in the world who produces this type of content at this level. I want to hire you. Come to my studio. Five days. Five million dollars.” “Adult movies...?” was all that Megan could manage to mumble out. The amount of money was simply incomprehensible to her in her current state. “Yes. You will not be required to have sex with anyone. You will not be required to work with any other actors in any way. Only me. All you need to do is hold your pee to your very limit, as many times as you can. Megan exhaled deeply. She had no idea who Kay was. She had no idea what she was in for. All she heard was 'money.' She would never have to work. Never have to struggle. Her life would be made, unquestioningly. She tightened her grip on the phone and steeled herself. “What would you have me do?” TO BE CONTINUED.
  10. This is a follow up to 'Abby's desperate bus ride', that I posted a few months back. It's a bit long, but hopefully you'll enjoy it. I'd advise familiarising yourself with the first story first, but am sure this will work as a stand alone story if not. ------------------- 6 months had past since the worst day of Abby's life. She'd been really enjoying her new job, and was delighted to be a woman, excelling in a male world. She'd been on a team building excercise, only a few months in, and whilst she'd really enjoyed the day, she was caught short on the bus on the way home. When they were stuck in traffic she was so desperate, that she ended up begging the bus driver to stop, and completely breaking down and wetting hereslf. (See Abby's desperate bus ride). She couldn't believe that she'd gotten away with it. Noone that new her had seen, and, although she got a bit of stick for her frantic dash down the bus, everyone had just assumed she made it to a toilet. I mean, thats just what grown women do isn't it. Whilst she was somewhat relieved that no-one knew her shame, she still felt absolutely humiliated. She had never thought it possible that she could get so desperate that she would lose control. She had always just assumed that no matter how bursting you felt, you could just hang on that bit longer. That hadn't been the case though. She tried and tried and tried, but there was absolutley no way she could stop it coming out, she had simply lost control and peed her pants like a toddler. She'd been outside a busy pub, and people had seen her, laughed at her, sneered at her. It had really affected her confidence, and she was certainly never going to drink a pint of lager again. Tomorrow though, she was attending a business conference in Torquay. That was a 3 hour coach journey away waith a 1 night stop over. There were 5 people going from her company, and she had been selected to be one of them. It was an honour, and her manager had told her that she was very cose to getting a promotion, which would bring with it a very welcome pay rise. She was looking forward to a bit of hob nobbing, but, she couldn't help but be terrified of the coach journey. She was 18 years old, approaching a high profile promotion, and a 2 day break, and she was terrified of wetting her knickers. The thought was ludicrous, and she knew it. She'd be fine, she just needed to plan what she was doing. The day came, and she was to meet at the coach for 9AM. She was up early, and had her usual, very much needed, morning pee. She dolled herself up with make up, and got dressed into her VERY expensive, brand new Armani business suit. It was a tight white shirt, a black jacket, and a tight black pencil skirt. She admired herself in the mirror, and she looked amazing, but she noticed straight away that her usual, comfortable cotton panties left a very noticable VPL. She cursed as she noticed and changed into her best G-String. She wasn't a fan of the thong underwear, but it was aneccesary evil to complete her look. She wasn't naive enough to not realise that the company directors were men, and her amazing looking 19 year old ass would win her many admiring glances. She went to the toilet three times after drinking her morning coffee, just releasing a tiny dribble each time, just to make sure her bladder was as empty as it could be. She noticed as she was doing it thet her skirt was quite restrictive, but it wasn't a disaster. She called a cab, picked up her bag, and waited to be taking to the meeting point, at a local McDonalds store. When she arrived, she was met by Dave, who cheerily told her he'd got her a large coffee to drink before they went. They always made each other coffee at work, so there was no way she could refuse. Her heart sank as he cheerily accepted it and took a sip. I got here early so that it'd be the perfect temperature, he beamed. He was right it was perfect, so she drank it quickly. It was ridiculous how a simple cup of coffee was causing her such a trauma. "Pull yourself together Abs" she chistised herself, "you're an adult, what happened was freak incident, you can handle a cup of coffee." They made small talk outside until the rest of the party arrived, and then she saw the bus approaching. "Won't be a sec" she whispered to Dave, "just nipping to the ladies". She had planned this thoroughly, limit your fluid intake, then make sure you pee just before your leaving. She didn't even wait for a response, she turned on her heels and went inside, heading over to the toilets at the back, she became painfully aware that the ladies room door was propped wide open with a mop bucket. She knew from previous visits that there were only 2 cubicles in a very small ladies room, and her heart started pounding. As she approached the door, a spotty male teen strolled out and started to wring out his mop. "Erm, could I go in please" she asked nervously, but the teen looked up, "Sorry miss" he said, "Some idiot has flooded the place, just give me ten minutes and I'll have it all cleaned up again". "No, no, no" her mind raced, this wasn't the plan. She had planned it so perfectly, but now she had a large coffee inside of her and her last gasp pee was being denied. "But my coach is leaving now" she said, "Sorry" replied the teen, "like I say, its gonna be ten minutes." She looked at the mens room and thought about it, but at that moment an old man approached, and she could see him looking her up and down. "FUCK" she muttered, as she had no choice but to head back out to the coach. As she got outside she noticed that everyone had boarded and the coach was already quite full. She scanned the aisle and saw her colleagues about half way up. "Over here", said Dave "I've saved you a seat". He was obviously interested and trying to impress, and Abby had to admit that she wasn't disappointed, Dave was hot, the very epitome of tall dark and handsome. As she walked over she was greeted by Colin, who was on the seat behind them, literally shouting, "here we are, at last, has the little girl gone pee pee, we don't want any incidents like last time do we?". She was absloutely mortified, her cheeks blushed beet red as she prayed for the earth to swallow her up. "Why, what happened?" asked Dave, "Well" started Colin eagerly, "It was after that team building shit, we'd been in the boozer and then hit a bit of traffic, we were only ten minutes from home, and Abby here made a right show of herself, dancing around, grabbing herself, begging the driver to pull over so she could run into a pub and use the facilities". She felt like crying, she'd never been so embarrassed. The only positive was that they had no idea how badly it had actually ended, they all assumed she'd made it. She did a little giggle as she sat down. "Shut Up Colin" said Dave, "I'm sure she doesn't need reminding about it from some old perv like you does she". "Could have been worse" he said "That Katarina from accounts dashed out and dropped her knickers on the motorway, pissing like a bloody racehorse she was, never seen anything like it mate, I swear to god" "Don't worry about him" said Dave as she sat down, "dirty old bastard probably got off on it, look at him, he's definitely getting none at home. You must've been bursting to have asked the driver to pull over?" "OH FUCK" she thought, her mind racing, this was the last thing she needed, she thought there was a chance of her and Dave getting together, now they were sat on a coach, in a terrifying condition, and he was asking questions about the time she wet her knickers!" "Oh, I was" she replied sheepishly, "everyone was, all the lads went on the motorway, and poor Katerina couldn't wait. It was a bladder buster for sure" she tried to make light of it. "Thank God for pubs eh!" he said jovially, "Imagine if you'd have had to queue!" "hehe, yeah" she giggled, "that would have been really bad!" The topic was changed shortly afterwards, and they all started talking shop. Abby scanned around the coach, and noticed it was a much more even split. There were employees from allover the company on board, and it was probably a 70/30 split of men to women. She looked at her watch. It was 9:20, they were due to arrive at 12, she'd be fine, she told herself. Around 90 minutes later, and Abby was panicking. She'd become acutely aware of a need to pee around half an hour ago, and her need had been steadily rising since, and she was now at a level she would describe as bursting. She wasn't desperate, not yet, and she was nowhere near the level she was at when she lost control, but she was definitely needing to go, you know, the sort of level where you drop what you're doing and make finding a toilet your priority. Only, it couldn't be her priority. She was on a bus, and there was nowhere for her to go. A look at her watch told her there was just over an hour to go, and the thought of that made her want to burst into tears. Not only was her need becoming more pressing, but what she had also realised was that, in her current attire, there was no way of helping herself. She couldn't sit on her heel without flashing her intimate parts, and her skirt was so tight she couldn't press between her legs, hell, she couldn't even cross her legs. She was bursting for a wee, with over an hour to wait, and all she could do was press her thighs together and pray. For ten minutes she sat there, panicking, her heart pounding, and her mind replaying over and over the humilition of weeing in her knickers, the humiliation of begging the bus driver to stop, and even the humiliation of Colin taunting her, and Dave questioning her. Her predicament seemed to be making her need worse, as she wanted to go more and more, involuntarilly starting to jig her leg up and down. Dave noticed this immediately. "Are you OK?" he questioned. "Erm, yeah" she stammered, stopping dead still instantly, "its just, erm, well, erm, I'm a bit cold", "ahh, don't worry Abs, we're stopping at the services in a second, I'll get you another coffee to warm you up!" She almost gasped out in joy at what she'd heard, "Are we stopping?" she gasped, desperate to make sure she'd not misheard, "yes, a couple of the girls upfront asked for a toilet stop, so we're nipping into the services", sure enough, as he said it, she saw the coach pulling off the motorway. The thought of relief seemed to increase her need yet further, as her heart skipped a beat. Her bladder pulsed, but she hardly cared, she was going to make it to a toilet! As soon as the coach stopped, everyone stood up and started to dash forwards, the driver said something bout ten minutes, but no-one was listening. Abby tried to appear calm, but there was only one thing on her mind, getting to the Ladies room, and quickly. She was walking as fast as she could, trying desperately to keep her thighs pressed together. "toilets, toilets, oh where are they" she muttered as she dashed through the main doors. Dave shocked her by putting his hand on her shoulder, "are you coming for a drink?" he enquired. Abby could've slapped him, she needed to be pouring liquid out of her body, not putting more in! "I'll catch you up" she said, through gritted teeth, as she caught sight of 3 of the girls from the coach dashing towards the huge "TOILETS" sign. "Come on" she muttered as she dashed towards it, rounding the corners, and pushing open the door labelled "LADIES", her need intensifying yet more at the thought of glorious relief. "Yes, yes, yes" she said out loud, as she almost fell into the ladies room, to be faced with 4 bolted doors, and 7 women waiting outside them. "OH" she gasped, a bit too loudly, as she joined the queue, and started to jig up and down. The 7 ladies waiting were all from the coach, and the woman at the front was making a hell of a fuss! "PLEASE HURRY" she shouted at the bolted doors "PLEASE" as she shouted she hoiked up her skirt to her waist, pressing hard between her legs, "OH GOD HURRY" she begged again, "Don't make me wet myself!" "Calm down Laura" said the next girl in line. "I can't wait, I can't" she said, as a toilet flushed, "Oh fuck YES" she shouted, "PLEASE let me wee" as the bolt slid across the girl was already pulling down her knickers, pushing the woman coming out and dashing past her, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she gasped, as the sound of an almighty torrent of pee filled the room. "She wasn't joking was she?" said the girl infront of Abby in the queue, "Oh god that sound is doing nothing for me though, I'm bloody bursting here, these coach trips are a nightmare for us girls aren't they?" Abby just giggled and nodded as her bladder pleaded with her to empty it. When, at last, it was her turn Abby could barely walk, she was shuffling forwards, pressing her thighs together for all she was worth, as soon as she was in the privacy of a cubicle she went into a full blown pee dance as she fought to hold on foor the last couple of seconds. Her skirt was so tight accross her bladder, as she fought to hoik it up. "Come on, come on she said, as she bunched it higher and higher, just enough til she could grab the waistband of her panties, "Oh yes she gasped, yanking them down to her knees. as soon as they were clear, a blast of pee shot from her before she was even sitting, and as she collapsed onto the toilet she relaxed, and blasted her urine into the toilet below. The relief she felt was so overwhelming, she almost burst into tears. "Ahhhhhhh" she sighed, as her gushing stream quickly faded into a trickle. It felt so, so good, as her most intimate parts throbbed and tingled, and her agonised bladder finally felt empty. "Oh god I needed that" she thought, but was quickly snapped back to reality when she heard another girl outside her door crying out for her to hurry. She gave herself a long, luxurious wipe, shuddering with pleasure at the feeling she got as her hand brushed over her, now, sensitive parts. She noticed, as she pulled up her expensive panties, there was a slight dampness between the legs, but she smoothed down her Armani skirt, and unbolted the door. She was pushed aside by a desperate young girl, who already had her skirt hoiked up around her waist, but Abby washed her hands and made her way back out. Dave was waiting for her outside the ladies room, with another large coffee. He handed it to her, saying "you've been ages, was everything alright?". "Oh yes" she replied, "there was just a bloody queue, there always is in the ladies, you men don't know how lucky you are!". She played it cool, giving away no hint of the intense panic that had filled the ladies room just moments earlier! They strolled off back to the coach and took their places. Abby reflected again on how bursting she'd been, after she'd been so careful too. What was it on these coach trips that always made her need a wee? The rest of the journey passed without any issue, it was only 45 minutes, but Abby was painfully aware of what a state she would have been in without that pitstop. She was feeling the effects of the coffee already, but she was fine, they'd made it to the conference centre! As they all departed from the coach, they were greeted by Tony. Tony was the regional manager, and the man they were all out to impress. He spoke to some of the guys first, and then turned to address Abby. "Hi there dear, I hear you are speaking too? I'm really looking forward to finalising your notes with you, I have to say, a beautiful young lady on that stage will make a very refreshing change, you could be our secret weapon, come on lets go". Abby was both flattered and appalled. She hated male chauvenism, and just wanted to be treated equally, but then, she was there to impress. She was the 4th of their companies 5 speakers, and the speeches were due to begin in about 90 minutes time. She was feeling nervous, but eager to please. She thought they were having lunch first, but Tony led them all off into a small office. The other women were involved in much more menial stuff, and Abby was sat with some of the biggest names in the company. She was somewhat overawed to be honest, but glad that she still had Dave by her side. "OK folks" started Tony, "the bad news is, we aren't having lunch, but, I have some sandwiches and drinks coming through. We really need to make the most of today, we could secure some life changing business, so we need to get it right." As he spoke, the doors opened, and an astonishing platter was layed out infront of them. Abby wasn't really hungry, her stomach was doing summersaults, but she gratefully poured herself a cup of coffee. The next 45 minutes passed so quickly. She was in a different world. She was delighted to be there, but terrified of making a howler and messing up the whole day. She was a 19 year old girl on her first conference. Of course the directors knew this and she was briefed fully. She sipped through 3 cups of coffee without even thinking about it, when, 30 minutes before the speeches began, they were told to have a break. Abby was grateful of this, as she could, once again, feel her bladder starting to demand her attention. A quick trip to the ladies room would be very welcome indeed. She stood up, but Tony said, "Abby, would you mind waiting behind, I could do with a quick 5 minutes with you". Her heart sank, but she agreed and retook her seat whilst everyone else left the room. Tony started talking to her about who was who, and how to impress them. He complemented her on her suit, saying it was just the look that screamed professional business woman, the minutes ticked by as her bladder slowly filled, until there was only 5 more minutes left until the speeches were due to begin. Her bladder now was starting to become distracting, and the thought of having to hold it throughout was not a good one, so she knew she would have to excuse herself. "I'm sorry sir, but could I just quickly freshen up before we begin?" "Oh, yes, of course" he replied, "do hurry though, as we don't have much time" "I will" she replied, standing up, "I won't be a minute" She turned and headed for the door, but it flung open and she was greeted by a flustered looking man. "Tony, are you planning on joining us?" he almost shouted, "speeches are starting in 5 minutes, get through here now" "Sorry love" he added, looking Abby up and down, "You must be Abigail, I'm Martin, the company director". She did a little curtsey, partly out of respect, and partly to stop herself jigging about, now she was standing, her bladder was demanding her full attention. "Abby's just nipping to freshen up" said Tony, but he was shot down immediately, "No time for that, don't worry dear, you look amazing, come on now", Tony stood, and they were led away before Abby could protest. They moved swiftly down the corridor, passing the ladies room as they went. She thought about just ducking in, but it was more than her job was worth, so she continued into the conference room. As she entered she saw her friends, giving a nervous smile and wave, but Martin kept on leading her to thefront of the conference hall. It was absolutely packed, there must have been about 400 people in there, and the thought of speaking infront of these people sent a shiver through her. She was led to the very front of the room and up onto the stage by Martin, who sat right next to her. "OK" he said, "I hope you've got a great speech prepared, this is such a big day for the company, and I've heard nothing but great things about you. If you nail this you are in line for a very healthy bonus." Without further ado, introductions began, and the first speaker was introduced. Abby's mind was racing, she looked out over the sea of people as the first guy started to talk, in a really dull, and monotone voice. She was barely paying attention though as she looked at the very back of the room, lit up like a beacon to taunt her was a sign for the LADIES. Her bladder was making itself known, and felt even worse now the nerves had started to kick in. A quick glance at the running order told her that hers was the 5th, and final speech, not the 4th as she'd been told earlier. The first speaker droned on for just over 25 minutes, during which Abby's need rose alarming quickly, she kept having furtive glances accross towards the ladies room door wondering if she could make a quick dash for it between speeches. When the first guy finally finished everyone stood to applaud, Abby followed suit, but to her horror the second speaker was introduced immediately. Martin leaned over to her and said, "Well I hope yours is better than that yawn-fest, that was bloody awful", "haha, I'm glad you said that" giggled Abby, "I hope they don't all last that long". She was desperate to hear that the speeches would be over quickly, because without an interval there was no way she wouldn't have very wet knickers after 2 and a half hours. "They seem so much longer when they're so boring don't they" he repeated, giving nothing away. The second speech was slightly shorter, but no a lot, it was another 20 minutes, and by the end of it Abby was starting to get seriously bursting. She was pleased with the chance to stand up to applaud, and as she frantically looked towards the ladies room, she saw 2 girls near the back make a quick dash for them. How she longed to do the same, she looked over to Martin, who was applauding furiously. He was terrifying, but it was starting to get urgent, "Erm, could I please just..." started Abby, hardly beleiving what she was abut to do, but she had to ask to be excused for a second. "It's OK Abigail" said Martin, talking right over the top of her, "I know what your thinking, more coffee, I'm on it", he shouted over a waitress and ordered large lattes for everyone up on the stage. Abby could have screamed, more coffee was absolutely the last thing she needed, she started to protest, but the third speech was being introduced, she had no choice but to just squeeze her thighs together and sit back down. The coffees arrived 5 minutes later and Abby was starting to bounce her legs around, her need was getting so very urgent. As she sipped slowly at her coffee she convinced herself that there had to be an interval after this speech, and if there wasn't she would have to admit her need and make a frantic dash for it. As the speech droned on Abby was getting more and more desperate. She was trying to keep her thighs pressed together tightly, as her feet beat on the floor like a drum. 25 minutes he went on for and by the end she was nearly beside herself, as she stood up to applaud, she felt like she was going to lose control. She bent double, and was about to beg Martin for a wee when to her absolute delight, the speaker announced a short, ten minute interval. "Oh thank god" she gasped out loud, as she made her way to the edge of the stage. The sound of chairs scraping across the floor filled the room, as Martin stopped her, "Should we go through your speech again" he asked, but there was no way she could be denied, she absolutely had to have a wee, it was becoming extremely urgent. "NO" she stammered a bit too loudly, barely stopping her frantic dash, "I need to, I mean, I'm just nipping to the ladies room quickly", He tried to protest, but she was like a woman possessed. storming past him towards the sign she'd been staring at for the past hour. Her bladder was screaming at her, just like it had been in the services earlier, she absolutely had to wee, she needed it. "Just hold on girl" she thought, as she gritted her teeth. To her horror though, as she got to the ladies she was greeted with a queue snaking out of the door. "No no no no no, not now" she muttered as she joined the end of it. There must've been 15 people waiting outside the door, with good knows what sort of drama going on inside. This could not be happening she thought, as she stood in line, trying to hide her frantic desperation. 10 minutes later, the queue had started to die down, and she was just at the enterence to the door. There was no hiding it anymore, she was desperate, absolutely bursting for a wee, she was grinding her thighs together and bobbing up and down, as she peered past the woman infront of her she could see that there were just 3 cubicles, and still about 5 desperate ladies before her. Her mind raced, and her heart pounded, as a toilet flushed and the woman at the front dashed in. At that moment she heard an announcement that caused her to yelp out. "OK, thats the end of the interval, please make your way back to your seats". She couldn't be late, she was on the stage, next to the main company director, but she had to wee, she absolutely had to, there was no way she could hold it for another hour, and certainly no way she could give a speech like this. It was now or never, she pushed past the woman in front of her and ran to the front of the line. She was greeted by an 18 year old PA, who was pressing a hand into her crotch. Abby's mind raced, as she started to beg, "Please, please, please can I cut the line" she pleaded, as the young girl looked horrified. There was a protest from a girl three girls back, but Abby continued, "Look, its an absolute emergency, I'm absolutely bursting for a wee, and they're calling for us back". "We all are" said the girl second in line, "Fuck off and wait your turn like everyone else". "I know" stammered Abby, "But, but I'm on the stage, and have a presentation to do, I have to go back now, but I absolutely must wee first, if I don't I'll wet myself for sure". Her pee dance was getting more and more frantic as she spoke, but the girl at the front almost broke down. "I neeeeeeedddd to weeeeeee" she wailed, "I'm sorry but I'm bursting, Its starting to come out". At that moment Sue came charging into the ladies room, her terrifying line manager. "Abigail, what on earth are you doing in here, everyone is back on that stage apart from you, Martin looks fucking seething, you're showing us all up". At that moment, a toilet flushed, and the heavenly sound of a lock sliding open filled the room. "Please" begged Abby, looking longingly at the next girl in line, but she just pushed past her, lifting her skirt as she went, revealing an already substantial wetspot on her baby pink knickers. Seconds later the sound of a huge, hissing deluge filled the room, as the PA gasped out in relief. "NOW" commanded Sue, staring at Abby. Her bladder screamed, as the thought of not being able to pee tormented her, then out of nowhere, SSSSSS, she lost control, just for a second, but it was enough, she hoiked up her skirt and thrust both of her hands between her legs. "SUE" she begged, praying almost for divine intervention. "I absolutely must pee, and they wont let me cut the line". "There's no time" said Sue, "I need you out here now, you'll have to hold it." "I can't" she gasped, "I really can't, its coming out now" She was frantic at that point, and saw a cocktail glass on the side. Her mind raced, she had to find some relief, she grabbed it, pulled aside her panties, and thrust it between her legs. Immediately a blast of pee shot from her tightly clenched lips, and as she allowed herself to relax her stream blasted out at incredible force. The girl at the front of the line started to protest, "You dirty bitch, stop it, oh god, oh please stop it" she was in a furious pee dance, and watching Abby find relief was clearly not helping her. Sue stormed over, just as the glass filled, and it was so hard to stop peeing, as her bladder just wanted to empty itself. "UUUMMMPH" she grunted as she got herself under control. She placed the glass on the side, it was full to the brim of frothing, almost clear business woman piss. "I'm so sorry" she said to Sue, "I absolutely had to do that". Her stomach still ached, and her bladder demanded its full relief, the pain of having to hold on again once the floodgates had opened was agony. The glass was only small, probably about 150ml, and she felt like she had an ocean trying to thrash out from between her legs. "I'll deal with the disgusting show I've just witnessed later on, but get back on that stage this instant" replied Sue, with a face like thunder. She ushered her towards the door of the Ladies, with a bladder still uncomfortably full. She was panicking as she headed back to the stage. How much longer would it be til she could finish her wee. She tried to convince herself that now she'd taken the edge off it, she'd be fine, but she felt anything but fine. She pressed her thighs together as she staggered back up to the stage, where she was greeted by Martin, who looked bright red. "ABIGAIL" he boomed, "Where the hell have you been, do you realise how important these speeches are, I knew it was a risk putting a little girl in charge of the most important one, people kept telling me you were driven, that you had something special, but you don't seem to be taking this seriously at all!" Her bottom lip started to quiver. She couldn't cry, not here, but her bladder screamed at her and she was being literally shouted at by the most important man in the company. "I'm sorry sir" she started, "but, erm, well there was a line" she barely even knew what she was going to say. She certainly couldn't tell him the whole story of what had happened in the ladies room, or admit to the fact that she was still easily as bursting as she'd been when the coach stopped earlier and frantically panicking about the possibility of wetting her knickers. "I don't care" said Martin, "I just hope your speech is good, you better not let me down" As he said it the master of ceremonies started to talk, and introduced Abby up the the front. She'd put so much work into her speech that she had to focus. The first ten minutes went well, but her bladder seemed to be filling more. She knew it was the coffee, and she involuntarilly started to bob up and down, rubbing her thighs together. Her need was coming in waves, each one seemingly a litte more urgent than the one before. She started to sweat as she ploughed on through, desperately trying to appear calm and relaxed, but she could hear people whispering. By some miracle she made it to the end of her speech, and actually pressed her hand into her crotch, almost as a celebration. Her mind raced. She'd actually done it, that was it, it was time to pee! Then Martin stood up and took the mic. Abby looked longingly accross to the Ladies room, she knew hers was the last speech, should she just run for it now. Her bladder sensed this thought and demanded it. "Umph" she grunted, as she bobbed up and down. Martin announced over the microphone that they were opening the floor to any questions, to any of speakers, and immediately a sea of hands shot up. Looking at more denial, she felt her legs starting to shake, she didn't know what to do. She'd been so focussed on making it to the end of her speech, that she'd almost convinced herself that would be the end of her trauma. Martin pointed to the first question asker, but Abby was barely listening. "Yes, erm, question for young Abigail, what is it like being a young girl succeding in such a male dominated industry." "Abby" said Martin, handing her the mic. She hadn't prepared for this, she couldn't think straight, her bladder burned, it needed release, sweat poured from her brow, as she started a subtle, but obvious pee dance. "Erm" she stammered "Its erm, yes, its good, all of my male colleagues have been very helpful" She was almost floored by an incredible urge. She looked accross to the Ladies room. Her mind screamed at her to make a run for it, her bladder demanded she run for it. The question asker pushed for more, "At such a young age too, you've done incredibly well, do you see yourself progressing right to the top of the company" "PEE, PEE, PEEEEEEE" her mind screamed, "THE LADIES IS JUST THERE" Out of nowhere, another urge, almost as big as it had been the day she'd wet herself outside weatherspoons. A blast of pee escaped her tightly clenched lips, and soaked into her expensive panties. She tried to press her hand between her legs, but her skirt was too tight, she couldn't get any pressure where she needed it so badly. Another spurt escaped, this time causing a rivulet that she could feel dripping down her thigh. Everyone was staring at her, but she had to pee, right this second! It was, undoubtaby the worst moment of her life. She could hear people sneering and laughing at her, but she was out of control, on stage, and actively starting to wet herself. "I'm err, I'm sorry" she stammered into the mic, "I erm, that is, I'm sorry, I just need a quick break". She dropped the microphone onto the floor and just ran towards the Ladies. She could hear Martin saying something, and others told her to wait, but there was literally only one thing that mattered. More pee escaped from her, as she staggered accross the room. "I'm sorry" she cried, as she went, "I'm so sorry, I have to, I can't wait." Sue stood and tried to block her path again, but she was like a woman possessed. Any delay now, would be absolutely disasterous, she was literally out of control. "Abigail, get back on that stage this instant" commanded Sue, but she didn't even break stride. "I need a weee" she gasped as she pushed open the Ladies room door and saw an open cubicle infront of her. It was literally too much, the sight of a toilet was what she'd been dreaming of for so long, that she started to release as she frantically hoiked up her tight skirt. She could feel pee cascading from between her legs, as she pulled aside the gusset of her panties and collapsed onto the toilet, without even bolting the cubicle door. The relief she felt was like nothing she had ever encountered before, as she literally exploded a deluge of pent up pee into the bowl below. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she gasped "oh my god, I've needed this for so long, oh a pee, oh I thought I'd never get to do it" she was crying as her stream dwindled down to a trickle, sobbing and peeing for all she was worth. She was lightheaded and the whole bottom half of her body tingled and relaxed. She seemed to pee on for ages, before finally she felt empty. Only at that stage did she assess the damage. She stood up and immediately felt how wet her panties were, she she removed them. She was also mortified to feel the inside of both thighs, and then noticed the streaks running down the back of her ridiculously expensive designer skirt. The mess she'd made on the floor of the, clearly, well maintained Ladies room was clear for all to see too. At that stage, Sue came charging in. Abby expected the telling off of her life, but seeing the state that she was in, she saw a different side to Sue. Her make up had run down her face where she had been crying, and her glistening legs, streaked skirt, and sopping wet panties in hand clearly showed there'd been quite a serious accident. "Oh my God Abby" said Sue, "What on earth happened, how can you just pee yourself" Abby, still crying started "I don't know, I had to go so bad, I told you I had to go. I couldn't wait, I tried, I really tried, I got through my speech, and then there was questions, it hurt, and I tried to stop it but my skirt was tight and I needed it, and I wet myself!" she cried more as Sue hugged her. "Do you have a weak bladder or something?" questioned Sue "We've all had to go at these events, but you don't just wet yourself." "I don't know Sue, but I premise I couldn't help it". "Get yourself cleaned up and I'll tell them you're ill she said, as 2 giggling girls came into the Ladies. Abby locked herself back inside her cubicle and dried her legs. She'd made a huge show of herself, but as much as she tried to think about all she could think about was the coach trip back tomorrow!! But that's another story.....
  11. On the mornings when Matty gets up early or he gets up to go to work I will either go into Alice's room and get into bed with her or she comes and gets in bed with me and we either snuggle and watch TV or go back to sleep depending what time it is. Yesterday morning I was roused by Matty getting out of bed and he apologised for waking me and said he was going to get a shower and was then heading out to run some errands. I kissed him before rolling over and snuggling under the duvet. As I came round I noticed that I really needed a wee. The previous night me and Alice had some holding fun and all the liquid I had drunk had filtered through and filled my bladder. I was too warm and cosy to get up and go pee and decided it wasn't too bad and went to go back to sleep. As I laid there I heard movement outside the door and I looked up and found Alice walking in. I threw the duvet open and she climbed into bed and snuggled up to me. She asked how long Matty had been in the shower. I told her about 5 minutes and she said okay. I asked why and she said she had gotten up because she needed a wee but then found the bathroom locked and realised it was Matty so came and got in bed with me. I nodded and said that I needed to pee too but I was too warm and cosy to go. She laughed and said “I was too, but I really needed a wee so had to get up”. I laughed and she said she would go when Matty finished and would come back. I nodded and rolled over and turned my music on and snuggled back under the duvet. We laid there listening to the music for a while and I just thought she was being quiet but I then realised she had fallen back asleep. Matty came back from his shower and got dressed and kissed me goodbye and after he left I snuggled into Alice and went back to sleep. I woke about an hour later and the first thing I noticed was how badly I needed a wee. I put my hand between my legs and squeezed my thighs together. I laid like that for a while enjoying the feeling of my full bladder and the feeling of my steadily increasing desperation. After about 20 minutes I was absolutely bursting and I knew if I didn't get up and go pee soon I would end up wetting the bed. I put it off a few more minutes but then I heard my sisters TV turn on in her room and I knew she would be getting up soon and getting ready for work. I decided it would be best to go before she got up and went for her shower. As I manoeuvred my arm from underneath Alice she stirred. I told her I was sorry and laid watching her as she came round from her sleep. She is always so cute when she wakes up. When she came round she said good morning and I noticed she was squirming. I said good morning back and swung my legs out over the bed and stood up. She asked where I was going and I told her I was going for a wee. She moaned and said “oh god hurry up I was just about to go”. I giggled and said “you do seem a bit squirmy”. She nodded and said “I was desperate earlier but then fell asleep, now im bursting so please be quick”. I laughed and headed over to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and let go of my bursting bladder. It felt so nice as relief washed over me. The thought of Alice laid in bed squirming waiting for me to finish was turning me on so much. Eventually my bladder emptied and I got up and went over to the sink to wash my hands. As I came out of the bathroom my sister was coming out of her room. She smiled and said good morning and went past me into the bathroom. I smiled at the thought of Alice needing a wee but now having to wait. I went back into my room and climbed into bed. She was laid squirming and I leaned over and said “you look so sexy when you squirm”. She giggled and I leaned down and kissed her. We kissed for a moment before she broke away and jumped up and said “ill be back in a moment I need to go for a wee before I burst”. She did a cute little dance as if to emphasise her need before she headed to the door. I wanted to tell her that Casey was in the shower but I wanted her to find out for herself. She went across the landing and hit the bathroom door. When she found it locked she realised Casey was in there and grabbed her crotch and bobbed. She came back and said “oh god Casey's in the shower and I'm nearly wetting myself”. My eyes widened as I watched her dancing around in nothing but her sexy white knickers. She came and sat back on the bed and started bouncing. I just watched her bouncing in desperation and watching her boobies bounce. As I watched I found myself getting more and more turned on. Every few seconds she would make the sexy desperation noises like gasping and going “oooh” and sucking air through her teeth. Her hand was firmly jammed between her legs pressed against her pee hole and she was gently rubbing against it. About 5 minutes passed and she suddenly jumped up and walked over to the bathroom door. She knocked and said “CASEY!!!! please don't be long”. I heard a muffled reply and Alice said “okay....but any longer and i'm going to end up having an accident”. I melted with arousal as she said that, I love it when girls use the word “Accident” it always sounds so cute to me. She came back and stood at the bottom of the bed dancing and grabbing her crotch. Suddenly she let out a gasp and I asked what was wrong. She moved her hand and pulled her knickers tight. There was a wet patch on the front and she moaned “oh god im starting to wet myself”. She put her hand back and resumed her sexy dancing. She kept gasping and the wet patch got bigger and bigger. After she had dripped a few times the leaks started. With each leak she moaned and the wet patch got bigger and she droplets running down her thighs. I could only sit there staring at her as she slowly started losing control. Suddenly she moaned out and a spurt escaped past her fingers and shot down her legs. I followed it with my eyes as it ran all the way down to her feet. Then another followed and another. She was walking back and forth down the side of the bed in an attempt to keep control. All of a sudden she stopped and said “no no no no, I can't wait anymore, im going to burst”. I told her she could do it but she shook her head and said “Im trying but im almost weeing, its going start any second”. She stood on the spot for a moment bouncing and bobbing before moaning and saying “oh god its coming, im having an accident”. When she said that sentence my arousal took over me and my body took over. I reached over and grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed. I grabbed her leg and moved it over me so she was straddled across me. She continued her bouncing on top of me and I got so turned on. She tried to get up and I held her down. She moaned saying she was about to burst and told me to let her go. I shook my head and she said “but im about to wee, it will go all over you and the bed”. I smiled and nodded and said “yeah....thats exactly what I want”. Her eyes widened and I said “let it go baby”. She looked shocked but then a smile spread across her face. She continued bouncing for a moment and then suddenly my tummy and crotch felt warm. I looked down and saw pee pouring out of her knickers all over me. It felt so warm and wonderful and we both moaned, her in relief, me in arousal. She seemed to pee forever until eventually she stopped and let out a sigh. There was a huge puddle on the bed and I was covered in her sweet pee. I pulled her down and kissed her long and hard before rolling her over so she was laid in her puddle. I licked down her body tasting her pee on my tongue. The more I tasted the more turned on I got. I licked down to her knickers and ran my tongue up the soaked material. I licked her throbbing clit through the wet material until she was writhing in orgasmic pleasure. After her fun we got up and stripped the wet sheets off the bed and put them to wash. We then shared a nice long hot soapy shower together where we had some more fun, but I won't write about that...that's for your imagination. She certainly brightened up what was a boring Wednesday morning
  12. Hey everyone, it's me again! I had another accident last night and I was nearly caught again. It was a series of incredibly erotic events! Luckily my ability to think on my toes in these situations saved my ass again. So I've been playing SOMA. Its a horror game made by the same people who made Amnesia, so if you don't know of it I just told you everything you need to know. I've been almost home alone since yesterday morning. What I mean by that is, my mother is gone on a trip for work and my brother is also gone away staying at a friends until Sunday, so until then it's just me and Dad. I was taking advantage of this fact. Dad can't cook so we've been living off pre-made store-bought food like subs and the chicken I just ate, as well as coca cola (Bad for me, I know). Now, I've been getting really into this game. Its really scary and really immersive. And I'm easily scared. I'm sure you can see the direction this is going. I was playing last night and had been drinking lots of coca cola. The caffeine really got to me, and I filled up rather quick. I don't know HOW quick, because time flies when I'm gaming. I was barely paying attention until I noticed I had to cross my legs and rock a little to be remotely comfortable. It was undeniable at this point, I really, REALLY had to pee. I was wearing tight light blue jeans, complete with a belt with a cute butterfly buckle, and black and white striped panties. My top was...somewhere. I dunno. I'm the type that after she gets home to relax, layers start coming off in no real specific order. I was still wearing my bra, a nice black one I like, but thinking back I'm surprised I didn't discard that too in favor of just one of my big T-shirts for the sake of comfort. Too eager to immediately get into the game I guess. I didn't even remember to eat. I rarely do, and when I do hardly enough to get any damn nutrients, thus my being a stick. This forgetfulness will come into play. So anyway, I was playing SOMA and I really had to pee. Crossing my legs, rocking, no grabbing though, as my hands were occupied with the game (I'm playing this on a dualshock 3 I have connected to my PC. The mouse and keyboard business lately has been making my wrist sore so I'm changing it up!). But I've got a bit of a complex where I don't pause to do something unless I've just hit a checkpoint. If I'm in the middle of an objective I don't stop until I've completed it, no matter how urgent other matters might be. The objective in this case, was to go downstairs and reset the network connection so I could run some sort of simulation to get a code from a virtual dude. Of course I get down there and there's a monster I didn't predict. Some gross mass of flesh with legs. Anyway, the point is I didn't know he was in there. And I get really immersed and really frightened. I walked into the room and felt something was off. It was dark and the music and accompanying atmosphere had gotten heavy. To reiterate, I get a little too immersed. Just being here put a pit in my stomach and a cold sweat on my brow. I snuck around, not really expecting anything to be there. I was quite literally on the edge of my seat, stiff as a statue, legs crossed with a bursting bladder. Just had to hit the button on the other side of the room and I could run off. But then I rounded a corner and saw it. It wasn't looking at me, but it was really close and I could see how very grotesque it was. I couldn't even move my character, I froze. My breathing went heavy and my eyes wide as I sat there, frozen and shaking. And my crotch going damp. Wait what? I slammed the pause button and shoved my hand between my legs. I was suddenly acutely aware that in being frozen in terror, I had peed in my underwear a little bit. A quick check showed a small patch between my legs. I cursed myself for letting myself be so caught off guard and vowed to run to the bathroom. As soon as I hit that fucking button, of course. I unpaused and backed off a bit, composing myself, waiting for the enemy to go away. As soon as I had the chance I slipped across the room. Finally, the network reset button! I flipped the switch. But I had to wait a moment so I could hit it again as confirmation? God dammit. Of COURSE, the button pushing action would be noisy enough to attract the flesh bag to said computer. I heard it coming so I tried to back up behind one of the server things. But something was blocking my character. Shit. I panicked and turned around to see a chair on the ground. blocking my path. And I turned BACK around, and creepy moaning flesh dude was STARING RIGHT AT ME. So goddammit, I turned around, jumped over the chair and ran. Sprinted through the weaves of the mazelike room, and out. There was a room outside of it to the left I knew I could shut the door to. My plan was to run in, turn around, slam the door, and figure out a hiding spot in there before he got in. Of course my plan had a fatal flaw. I was completely unaware that this limping, groaning bag of whatthefuck, could sprint like Usain Bolt like you were leading him around in a race car with a gold medal tied to the back, when you alerted him to your presence. He was sprinting and on my heels the whole way, when I assumed I had a few seconds of respite I really didn't have. I ran into my safety room and spun around to slam the door. And it was right there. Sprinting about 5 feet away from me screeching. It slammed into me and the screen went black. Of course during this short timeframe, I SCREAMED. I screamed and I dropped the controller, my hands shooting up to my face. The next thing I knew when I came to my senses, I was wetting myself from sheer terror. My ass was suddenly very warm, and as I was still on the edge of my seat, it was pitter pattering onto the floor. I stood up as fast as I could, crossed my legs, reached my hands down and held on for dear life. I regained control and assessed the damage. The back of my thighs and my ass were...very wet indeed. My pants and underwear were quite obviously saturated beyond saving so I'd have to change. The moment I stood up though my bladder dropped like a rock and I suddenly noticed that it was quite visible. Being a stick of a person, when my bladder gets big I can tell pretty well just by looking at my belly. I had severely leaked, yes, but I still had a ton left in me. So bathroom time it was! Those of you who have read my last experience already know my bathroom is just a little down the hall from my bedroom, on the 2nd floor. So I shuffled to the door and turned the knob to open it...Just as my dad was coming in. He didn't know I was on the other side, obviously, and my door, like most bedroom doors, opens inward. The doorknob was swiftly driven...directly into my bladder. I hid 85% of my body behind the door and peeked around and looked at my dad, asking what he wanted. The door wasn't wide open obviously, it was just wide enough that he could probably slip through if he turned sideways. While I was asking this I was trembling horribly. That impact to my bladder had knocked my control out of the park. I felt myself slowly start leaking, gradually getting heavier. My crotch was getting warm. The warmth started spreading. I could feel my pants getting wet in the back, and some starting to seep through to the front. I was not in a position where I could start dancing around or suddenly whip one of my hands out of dads view, as I was holding onto the door and leaning around from behind it. He could see from my head to my shoulders I imagine. He told me I had forgotten to eat and that he had re-heated my food. I stammered, shaking, legs wobbling as I lost further control. I tried so hard to clench my muscles down and press my legs tighter together, but my control was heavily wavering, to the point it was rapidly switching between extremes. One second I had full control, the next I'd hear the hissing for a second and hope he wasn't hearing it. I was basically peeing my pants now, the wetness traveling much further than my ass given that I was no longer sitting down. It started soaking my legs, leaving trails, two big ones down the back of either leg and smaller ones branching off. I told him I'd be down in a minute to eat. I let out a small audible gasp as my inner thighs became overly saturated and I could feel urine trickling along my bare feet and ankles. He asked me if I was alright, saying he saw I was shaking. He moved in the door more, pushing the knob further into my bladder. There went any control I had left and the hissing in my jeans became loud and constant. Pee was pouring out of me, and I could feel it traveling all over the front and back of my legs. I groaned loudly as he did this and he raised an eyebrow, and he tried to come in, yet again pushing the knob into my bladder even harder. It was like a hose at this point, it had gone from a stream into a jet, and I was wetting myself so hard the crotch and thighs of my jeans just couldn't hold this volume at this speed and it started heavily dripping onto the floor, pattering into the now growing puddle around me. He was about to come in and look at me in full and I started to panic. I suddenly realized that the pee hitting the floor and the loud hissing coming from my now drenched crotch was pretty loud, almost deafening to my in my paranoia and I quickly raised the volume of my voice and used my daughter powers to cover everything. "DAD!! I'm shaking because I'm cold! I'm not dressed, I'm trying to change in here!!" and gave the door a shove. I can pretty much guarantee you, you will never see a male back off faster in your life. Daughter powers. Every daddy's girl has them, and they work 100% of the time, and we all know how to use them like its primal instinct. Don't test us. Not applicable to mothers. I'm sure the story may seem drawn out while reading but do remember this was a short exchange that lasted like 20 seconds, maybe less. I heard a muffled "Alright, see you downstairs" and him walking off. I turned around and rested my back against the door. I unbuckled my cute little butterfly belt, undid my button and unzipped my jeans to give my aching bladder some relief. I was drenched anyway, so I figured I'd enjoy the moment and just stood there and finished wetting my pants. It felt absolutely wonderful now that the panic was gone. The warmth, the hissing, the general relief...these are sensations I'm sure 98% of you know so I don't really need to describe that. But it was amazing. And very much a turn on. I sat in my puddle for a bit and just recouped, before sitting back in my chair which also had a tiny puddle in it from earlier, and tabbed over to my browser to look up some...similar material to my situation, and yeah that other stuff. When I was finished I stripped off and took a shower, put on some jammies, cleaned up my messes with a towel, and I threw all that stuff into my laundry pile (which I did today while Dad was at work) and went down to grab my dinner and kick it back in the living room to watch some netflix with Dad for a bit. Nice bonding time, also partially testing how aware he was. Completely clueless, just as I suspected. As always, I hope you enjoyed! Please leave feedback and any thoughts, and I will of course answer any questions :) I love you guys! Read my previous experience here!~: https://omorashi.org/topic/27824-wet-myself-outside-of-the-bathroom/
  13. I've usually always found the feeling of a full bladder to be arousing, but I've never gone any further than simply using that to increase my pleasure, i.e. I've never held until it became uncomfortable. But yesterday, I decided to try something new. I had to pee moderately badly. It wasn't unbearable, but it was occasionally painful. Spending time on the internet usually leaves me at this stage of mild desperation before I notice it. However, I was feeling experimental last night, and didn't do what I usually did and had a wee before my shower. Instead, I stripped and climbed into the shower with my bladder still full. As soon as I turned the faucet and felt the warm water running down my back, a pang of desperation shot through me and I brought a hand to my crotch. The water really makes your need much more noticeable. As I changed my position and it began to flow over my nether regions, it got much worse, but it was also exciting. I pressed on my bladder with my left hand and began to rub myself with my right. The feeling of fullness made orgasm come quickly, and, although I probably could have prolonged it, I relaxed and let all the urine run down my legs, over my hands, basking in the pleasure of both climax and release. Afterwards, I washed myself and dried off, and finished off what little peeing I still had to do. --- If the story seems short, it's because all this happened in about two minutes and I purposefully kept some bits simple that I'm not comfortable elaborating on. I didn't really do anything too special, but maybe next time I'll try it longer or maybe use the shower head to help. Hehe.
  14. This is a story centered around the character "Samus Aran" during and after the big battle with Mother Brain for the first time. This is my first time doing a female desperation story so uh, just let me know what you think and whether or not I should make more! Might just make a sequel if you like it. Part 1 focuses around the actual situation/fight. Part 2 will be the first part with the actual desperation. Part 3? Oh, you'll see. Until then, enjoy! - PART 1: Clank clank clank clank! The heavy sound of very hard, metallic footsteps smashing off a hard flood was audible, a moving suit of armor charging straight down a corridor full of flying projectiles, all circular and glowing from the heat they possessed. It was a dangerous place for anyone to wander! Dashing, the figure however made nothing of the projectiles, and disposed of them easily, destroying them with a torrent of blue beams. They almost seemed godly. Was it human? The answer was yes. The suit in which they wore was magnificent; a very bright orange and pale yellow around the waist and lower chest. Red for the upper chest area and helmet. The visor had a very bright, green glow, and there was also a small, single light on the left of the main chestplate. Needless to say, they looked like a walking TANK, and the output of explosive and deadly weapons seemed to be almost too far. However, the figure immediately halted, right on the side of a green coloured door, taking a deep breath. The projectiles had stopped firing entirely, but she was stopped. Why? This is it. The figure glanced around. Mother Brain is on the other side of this door. I can't have ANY distractions. Any mistake could be fatal. The figure took a step back from the door, and took a deep breath, pointing the big arm cannon on it's right arm right at the door. As soon as I fire... I rush in and get this over with quickly. I'm coming for you Mother Brain! (( )) The sound of a brief whir was heard, as suddenly the arm cannon slightly shifted, changing form, a green missile head poking out, and suddenly propelling forward at the door. Immediately, it smashed against the door, and instantaneously, as soon as it hit, blew the door right open, and the wall, sending a giant fiery torrent through the room ahead and a wall of smoke. All attention was now on the figure, as they charged right into the room, missiles flying everywhere and completely demolishing the last barriers in the way between it and IT... Ever since this one was a child, they hated the Space Pirates. With a burning hatred of a thousand suns. Because of the Space Pirates, this one became an orphan. Raised by Chozos. And now they were going to pay with the death of their main system going down! Samus Aran. Space Warrior. Intergalactic Bounty Hunter. The female, yes, female, charged straight down the corridor in the suit of armour, through the chamber and straight through tight gaps using the condensed Morph Ball technology which made her a 1 meter sphere. Finally, she made a big leap, grabbing onto an edge high up. She pulled herself up, rolled into the Morph Ball and allowed herself to drop. Uncurling in the air and landing with a near perfect balance, Samus glared right at the tank before her. The room was hot, lava below was going to make this very risky. While Samus could survive it for a little bit in the suit, it'd be best to avoid it. Projectiles were still also an issue, but not as much of an issue as what lay right in front of the bounty hunter's eyes: Mother Brain. Getting into position, Samus wasted no time. She immediately fired a Super Missile at the glass containing the beast. -To be continued- Once again, sorry for the lack of desperation in this part! I'll be adding much more detail soon, just rewriting a lot of stuff to make it more exciting. And trying to keep Samus badass at the same time, so be patient! ^^
  15. 100% FICTION!!! I was in high school, and horny as hell. My parents hosted a get together with my aunt and uncle, and their daughter, my cousin, Allison came over as well. Allison was my older cousin by a few years, and she brought a few of her friends. Joey, a cute football player. Then there was Barry, a lacrosse captain, very built as well. Then Allison’s friend, Sally. Sally was gorgeous. She was tall, with long blonde hair, sexy glasses, and long legs that fit tight in the very tight tan pants she wore. Sally had a dark t-shirt on and sneakers, and as she walked by me I saw her amazing butt wrapped tight and shaped like a big heart that beat back and forth as she walked. “Hey!” Sally said, giving me a hug after my cousin did. My hormones started to rage. I fantasized about her in an omorashi experience. It would be great to see her desperate. I could hardly take my eyes off her at lunch with everyone. She had a glass of wine, drank a bottle of water, and then refilled it in the fridge and drank that down. Seeing her slurp on the water, her throat pulsing as water flooded down into her throat, down to her belly, and warming into yellow, bladder-filling…wait! Sally started to get more quiet I noticed. I looked under the table quick and saw her hands pressed against her lower belly. Then, her legs shook for a second. My heart leaped. Sally got up from the table, and out of instinct I did too and walked away fast. I went through the dining room door, took a right, across the living room, and down the hall to the one bathroom in our house. I stepped in, and looked down the hall, waiting. Sally was walking this way. I started to close the door slowly, and as she got closer, SHUT! I locked it, and heard her sigh outside from the discomfort of her bladder and without access to the toilet. I looked under the door, and from the little bit I saw, her foot was tapping. My heart raced and I was drooling. I had to prolong it. So I carefully opened the bathroom window to the outside. I leaped through (it’s on the first floor) and shut it as much as I could from outside. I went back in and watched from the corner down the hall. Sally stood at the bathroom door. Waiting. Her foot was tapping faster, and her arms crossed her chest. Her sexy long legs in those tight tan pants drove me nuts. Her legs started to shake. She knocked on the door and of course no one answered. She knocked. “Hello?” she asked in an annoyed tone. She bit her bottom lip as the pressure I could tell had started on a path reached a level of desperation that would destroy her panties if she let it loose. She turned around, her back and butt facing me, and crossed one leg in front of the other. I was going nuts. She knocked again. “Hello? Are you gonna be long?” Poor girl. She had no idea that there was no hope. She could have been in that bathroom then and there unfilling her bladder, but I could not walk away from this. Then, I heard footsteps come down the hall. Our neighbors had come over for lunch as well. Their college-aged daughter Jennie, a tall, tan girl with brown hair and a nice, fair shape that was just enough to grab to fulfill any sexual desires. Jennie’s white shirt with a black top over it was accompanied by tight gray pants that ran down her tall legs and over her high heels. I heard those heels clap on the floor as she strolled over towards the bathroom which had Sally outside, waiting. “Occupied?” Jennie questioned, with a face clear from the mood expressed of discomfort. As Sally nodded in reply, Jennie’s legs tightened, and her hands dug into her pockets. “Aw man!” Jennie moaned in a strained, low voice that sent a high voltage of shivers down my spine which tingled my whole body. She said, “My dad even told me to use the bathroom before I came here, but I didn’t listen. Damn, I have to get in there already!” “I’m feeling your pain,” Sally replied. “Trust me.” Her legs crossed and tightened. “I’m desperate myself.” Ten minutes passed. A pond of drool flowed below my body as my mouth dripped more into it. I used my shirt to wipe it quick. My hormones had scorched to that of a flare, but this flare-like burning was welcomed. I was aroused. Poor Sally and Jennie were dancing outside of the locked bathroom. Sally had tried to open the door, but it was locked. I had to run around the house and screamed through the window I had come through earlier, “Sorry! Be out in a minute!” Outside I heard, “Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!” from both of the desperate girls for the queue. By the time I had gotten back around to the hall corner, a THIRD queue victim was in line. My stepsister, Abbie, who had just gotten home from a long day at work went to her room and changed out of her skirt and white business meeting-style top and into her sweats: a black t-shirt with a colored picture of a rock band she liked, and red gym-style pants that covered her legs down to her bare feet that were tan just like her face. SHE was third in line. “Are you freaking kidding me?!” Abbie said in an annoyed, uncomfortable tone. Her face expressed worry with a frown and squinted eyes. She brushed back her short, blonde hair as she crossed her arms on her chest and her legs squirmed back and forth while the rest of her bounced. “I didn’t even get a chance to pee at work before I left cause they were cleaning the bathrooms. My bladder is dying.” Sally was slouched over with her legs crossed tight like an X on buried treasure, and her butt cheeks shook back and forth. Her upper body went up and down at the beat of the other movements she made. Jennie had one legs kicked back as she balanced on one foot, her body bounced up and down. The three of them were dancing from desperation as if their lives depended on it. “Come on!” said another girl who entered the line. My step sister’s friend Lily. She wore a tight pink top and black short shorts that almost showed the bottom of her butt cheeks which squeezed together and ached. She formed fists as he legs turned inwards and shook. “I’m seriously about to piss myself, I’ve had like three water bottles.” She started to bounce in place. They were about to pee their pants, and I had gone nuts. Obviously ignoring my stepsister, but still, as I hid in the corner of the hall, the four girls moaned for the relief that only a toilet could give them. They had no idea they had no hope as I had the bathroom locked and they were left to squirm. “Oh no, oh no!” Sally screeched. I saw tears started to form in her eyes. The ache of desperation formed as water that dripped from her eyes, and that feeling made her situation worse. “I…I…can’t wait much longer!” I decided it was time to end this. I ran to the other side of the house, and reached up to go through the window. Just as I reached SLAM! The window shut. I tried, but could not get it back up. The girls…were doomed. TO BE CONTINUED…..
  16. **about a girl I worked with who always had to pee at work. Well one day....something happened...** Minnie was a cute girl with a nice body for a twenty year old. Red hair, round right butt in her work light-tan kakis, tight dark shirt, and a water bottle she drank from all day. She had an eight hour normal shift cashiering. She got to work with a full bladder, went to the bathroom and noticed a stall in the restroom was "Out of Order." She worked at the register for a couple of hours and as her break approached she recognized a growing discomfort and urge inside of her near the lower belly. Minnie felt her bladder nearly full. "That will be $119.31," she said to a customer. As she took the cash and counted it out a shock from the full bladder inside of her went through her whole body which made her jump. As she grabbed the change, it felt like a hot oven was inside of her ready to burst its door open as the hot, heavy load grew more and more. "Next please," she moaned as she called the next customer. She could not go on break until the last cashier who left got back. They were very busy for the holiday weekend, and it was cold out so people wanted to come in and warm. Minnie scanned items slower with each minute that passed. As did her chances of holding it in. Minnie reached a point where she could not stop bouncing, and people looked at her and giggled. She felt so embarrassed. Her coworker John who ran the register behind her saw her big, round, tight butt in her tan pants. She felt her pants started to dig into her lower belly and pressed her bladder and the load inside which was now being pushed out. She stopped as the customer scanned their card and her legs crossed. “Minnie,” her boss called from afar. “Tony is back. You can go on break.” She had drank her whole bottle of water down. Her heart raced as she scanned out her last customers. “Oooooohhh,” she moaned again. She looked across the store and saw the bathrooms. People entered and exited happy as can be. About to empty their bladders and some already had. Minnie craved for that release. She kept her muscles clamped on the lower half of her body as she felt the urge to pee grow. Her panties and her tan pants were in danger of showing a presentation of humiliation on Minnie in front of everyone. “Come…on,” she whispered. She had one last customer to finish in her line. She had multiple items of the same thing; “Crap!” she thought. An extreme couponer. Minnie had felt this desperate in the past, but she always made it in time. As uncomfortable as she was as her legs took small squirms in place against each other, she felt she could make it as always. “I’m sorry mam,” Minnie said. “That coupon says you can only use two of this type of coupon per day.” “Fine,” the woman said. “We’ll just break this into multiple transactions.” Minnie closed her eyes tight and tried to pull her thoughts into the moment, away from her bladder pains and fears. “We can’t do that mam. It means you can only use two for yourself here at this store. I can’t take more than that at all no matter what.” The woman’s face turned bright red like a scorch. She was about to erupt like a volcano or a girl with a full bladder. “Call your manager over!” Minnie’s hands rolled into fists that she pulled back down to her sides, against the urge to punch this woman silly. She called her manager over and tried to leave to use the restroom, but her manager said she had to finish it. Minnie bounced and rubbed her hands down her face in annoyance. She put her hands in her pockets as her thumbs drummed the sides of her pants. After five minutes of arguments, one of the security guards under cover as a normal customer came by and pulled the customer aside. He asked her to empty her pockets. She refused. He told her it would only get worse. She did, and there were two watches with store tags still on them. A thief! The manager cancelled the order as the security guard brought the woman into his office to wait for the police. A feeling of relaxation overcame Minnie as she could already feel her bladder emptying….WHAT….WAIT NO! “NO!” Minnie screamed. That relaxation almost made her give her body a release. She kept her legs tight together down to the knees. She had one hand on her belly which had expanded out a little from the load inside of her which was still filling. She hurried to the other end of the store to the bathrooms. She had reached a desperation point she had never reached in public. Things were serious. Her crotch was growing hotter inside up to her belly, her muscles down there ached as her full bladder pushed against her insides. Minnie had to pee. NOW. Like yesterday! “Almost there Minnie, hold it, come on!” She reached the bathrooms, grabbed the handle to the girl’s room, pushed and…nothing. The door would not budge. Minnie’s heart sank into darkness. She fought with the bathroom door handle. It was locked! Tight! She almost cried as she knew the toilets, her key to comfort and avoidance of an accident and utter humiliation, were just beyond this locked door. A hand went in front of her and smacked an OUT OF ORDER sign on the door. Being so close to the bathrooms and its toilets that Minnie so desperately needed caused her bladder pains to grow to ones a giant could not withstand. Her legs in the tight, tan pants tightened as one leg lifted off the ground and pushed over the other one. “What’s going on?!?” The store janitor looked at her without sympathy. “Our water pipes cracked opened. It’s leaking everywhere in the back. The toilets and sinks have no water. No one can go in there until they’re fixed.” Minnie’s jaw dropped. Her pupils dilated and eyes watered into tears of terror. The growing anxiety of a possible accident was back. Her belly and bladder were swollen with a huge amount of hot pee, a load her panties would never survive. She had use the bathroom so badly and now she couldn’t. Just as he was about to walk away after placing a sign on the men’s bathroom as well, Minnie grabbed him. “Wait! I really have to go to the bathroom though!” Minnie was bouncing in slow motions on one leg as the other still kept itself clamped up to her crotch. “The Mexican restaurant in the plaza we share with has a bathroom. Go there.” Minnie found slight hope, and hurried back to the other end of the store. Right as she reached the door and saw the Mexican restaurant greeting people as they came in, she was pulled back by her manager. “Minnie. We need you back on register.” Minnie’s heart sank. “But I-I-I never got to go to th-the bathroom. Please just let me go to the Mexican place quick.” “I’m sorry,” her manager said. “You just had a break. You can go after.” Minnie shook. She had no choice. She gulped and walked to her register about to burst. Half an hour passed by. Every time a customer walked by and exited the store saying how unprofessional it was to have a business while the bathrooms are down, killed Minnie a little on the inside. She had bitten her bottom lip and legs crossed as she rung customers out. Just having customers remind her that there are no bathrooms almost made her sick. “Oh…no,” Minnie whispered. She felt a couple small drops of pee escape her muscles clamped together like melted metal. She felt the slight dampness of her panties. “Gotta…hold…it,” she moaned in a low, cracked voice. “Ooooooh.” Minnie rung out another customer. This one had twenty water gallon containers in his carriage. Minnie’s eyes widened as the cart strolled up and the liquid inside the containers made splashing sounds. She scanned his waters. “Okay…” she struggled to say. “Sir that will be $21.07, please.” The customer struggled through his wallet. He looked disappointed. The longer he took the more stressed Minnie had become while being trapped in her toiletless prison. The customer said, “Sorry, I’m a little short. Can you take a couple of these back?” Minnie nodded. She got ready to scan the items to void them out, but the customer placed one of the gallons on the edge of the counter, and it slipped off. Minnie ran around her register quick to grab it, but it hit the floor, and imminently cracked and the plastic exploded with a puddle of water splashing the area around it. A few drops hit Minnie’s bottom leg, and the watery feeling made her without thinking to grab her crotch. Her legs turned inwards at the knees. “Eeeeeee.” She ached. Minnie turned off her register so the janitor could come clean the mess up. She stood there zoning her area as they were taught to in these times. She tried to ignore it, but her faced was pulled by pain to stare at the janitor mop up the puddle and then squeeze the mop over the bucket, splashing into the water below like pee hitting toilet water during a nice release. Minnie was so…so…SO, very desperate. It felt like it would pop inside of her any second. Minnie looked to the left, then the right, and headed out the door. It didn’t matter at this point if she got in trouble. She had a weak bladder to begin with. Minnie ran taking little steps as she held her legs together as much as she could while moving and had her arms tucked to her side. She was bursting from the inside of her bladder to her white panties with pink flowers. Her private parts had become so swollen and filled with urine that it felt like boiling water on the stove. Her gut felt like it was being melted opened. Her belly pushed against her waist and her tan pants tightened to the front of her body and slipped into her butt. She felt her wedgie riding up causing more discomfort, and her tight, tan pants now sunk into her butt crack and showed her butt practically. The muscles in her legs and crotch that held back the river of humiliation inside her belly were weakening and becoming numb. She was getting closer to the Mexican restaurant. She had been in there before, and their bathrooms were nasty. However, she didn’t care. Minnie didn’t have a car this week, and her sister would not be picking her up until she herself got out of work on the other side of town which was when Minnie was supposed to get out here. She could NOT, repeat NOT wet her pants in front of everyone in public. She reached the glass door to the restaurant. “Oh thank God.” She grabbed the handle and pulled. Then pulled again…and again…but nothing happened. “No…no,” Minnie shook as she gagged from the bursting volcano of pee inside of her. The restaurant was locked-up. There was a sign on the door: DINNER BREAK. BE BACK AND OPEN AGAIN IN ONE HOUR. Minnie’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She grabbed her hair and crouched down as her legs crossed and her tight shown butt hit the bottom of her work shoes. She bounced what little she could in her crouched, tightened position. This couldn’t be happening, she thought. “Ee!” Minnie shrieked. She held still as she felt a couple more drop escape her shut door inside holding back a load that would ruin her panties and pants. She could feel the dampness growing. There were no other stores around. She had no way to travel. Her store’s bathrooms were out of order, and there was little chance she could wait another hour for the restaurant to open again. Her stomach literally felt like it would blow. The boiling, heavy weight-like pressure inside of her was coming. She couldn’t last much longer. This was it. Minnie slowly got back up and slowly walked back to her store. As she got inside she started to cry and shake. “This can’t be happening.” Her knees were locked together. But it didn’t matter. She felt a few more drops pop out of her private parts and stain her panties. A small trail of urine leaked down the top of her leg, but stopped right above the back of the knee. A few people passed by her and looked in disgust. “Hey!” a girl shouted from behind. “Minnie, you bitch!” It was a girl from Minnie’s class, Lily Tanner. Minnie hoped to god this was not what she thought it was about. “You slept with my boyfriend at Josie’s party last week!?!?” It was. Minnie shook hard, unable to stop. “LLLLilly.” Minnie stuttered. “Pplease, it just happened, I-.” “Screw you!” Lily shoved Minnie and Minnie’s back hit the wall. The resulting shock sent a wave through her body and hit her especially hard on her bladder and stomach area. Her legs stayed locked, but the load was too much. Minnie felt the pee as it started to stream out and into her panties. She grabbed her crotch and filled her cheeks with breath as she sweated and looked all around hoping for some solution to pop up. Why did she have to sleep with Lily’s boyfriend!??! Then, Minnie saw hope outside. PORTA POTTIES! The store ordered them and they were placed outside. Still being set up, but one was already ready she saw. Minnie struggled out of there with her feet keeping a fast pace of small steps. Lily grabbed her from behind. “We’re not done yet.” She saw Minnie had her hands on her crotch and legs were shuffling over each other like she was in a steady race. “What’s wrong with…” Then Lily saw and knew. Minnie was bursting with pee. She smiled with evil and ran to the porta potty. Minnie ran after her in great anxiety, but Lily got in and locked it! Minnie struggled with the lock. Her heart raced and she looked down to see her pants becoming darker. “Ew!” someone screamed. Everyone around turned to look at Minnie. “She’s peeing herself!” “N-No…” Minnie squeaked “Th-This ccan’t…no…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” It was too late. Minnie felt her bladder erupt like a super volcano, which would end the world, which meant the world of Minnie’s bottom half was doomed. Pee felt like hot steam as it shot out of her body and flooded her panties, then overloading and falling down her pants. Her tan pants had become dark all over and uncomfortable and wet as her face from the tears that fell down it. Knowing if she didn’t sleep with Lily’s boyfriend, Lily wouldn’t have taken her last chance. But it was too late. People looked in fear, some laughed, as Minnie had streams of pee shoot out of her front zipper and onto the ground around her. It streamed out of the bottom of her pants and onto her shoes which gave off a stinky aroma of asparagus. A river of pee puddle formed around Minnie. She placed her hands over her eyes which cried out tears of humiliation. This was so embarrassing. “I…I…I…Oh no…no. NO PLEASE!” The load she held inside distracted her from another pain that wanted to come out: POOP! Her weakened muscles could not hold that back either, and a load of brown mess exploded out of her butt and made her pants brown. Her jaw dropped, and Lily came out of the porta potty pleased. Minnie ran inside crying and shut the door. Not knowing what to do as she cried from humiliation, hearing people outside laugh and gossip. THE END.
  17. It was going to be a close run thing, and she knew it. Abby had double booked herself. It was her best friend Mike's 18th birthday, and they had been planning a night out for so long. It had been the topic of conversation since they were about 14, their first, legal night out. Problem was, she had also agreed to go on a team building session with work, and it had happened to fall on the same day. The session was a boozy lunch, followed by the normal team building activities. The problem was it was in Warrington, which was a 90 minute coach journey away. The return coach was scheduled to leave at 5:30, arriving back at 7, and she'd arranged to meet in a local Wetherspoons at 7:30. The team building had actually been a really good day. She worked as an accountants PA, so itt was a very male orientated job. Infact there were only 3 women on the trip. Sue, who was the boss, and a very formidable woman. You would certainly not cross her, and Katerina, a Hungarian graduate, who's English was tenuous at best. As an 18 year old trainee Abby had felt quite vulnerable on a coach with 19 men, but it had been fine, she'd received a lot of attention and been made to feel very welcome. She'd had 2 glasses of wine at lunch, and she really wasn't used to drinking. She felt OK though, as she'd drank about 2 pints of water in the afternoon whilst outside doing the physical tasks; she did, however, groaned a little at the suggestion to go to a local pub before the bus came. She really wasn't used to drinking and with a night out tonight planned more alcohol was not what she needed. Nevertheless, Andy was buying a round so she joined in. As soon as they got into the pub Abby made her excuses and dashed to the little girls room, It was only when she sat and released her pent up urine she realised how badly she'd had to go, it felt glorious, and she peed and peed and peed for ages. As she re-entered the bar she was greeted by Andy, who proudly handed her a pint of lager. "A pint" she gasped, "Of course" replied Andy, "You're one of the boys now". Abby groaned inwardly at this, a pint of lager was the last thing she would have chosen, but, she was happy to be included so she accepted and gulped it down. Just as she was finishing this one, the regional manager Steve approached with another. "I'm really pleased you've settled in so well Abby" he said, "Its a pleasure to have some women on these trips, they're always so testosterone fueled. She settled back and had a bit of a chat, getting on the good side of the management was going to be a great move. With about half a pint left, the coach pulled up outside. Sue made a beeline for the ladies, and Abby made to follow her, but John grabbed her arm. "Come on Abs, coach is here" he said, "lets get to the back like the cool kids". Abby thought about protesting, but she didn't really need to go, she'd only just been, it was only precautionary, and a 90 minute journey was absolutely nothing. She'd be fine she told herself, chugging down the end of her beer, and following on. Half an hour later, and Abby was starting to worry that she'd made a mistake. Her bladder was making itself known BIG TIME. Had she still been in the pub she'd be heading for the ladies, but she wasn't, and while she wasn't bursting yet, she was really concerned with how quickly her need had developed over the past 30 minutes. None of the guys seemed to notice though, and she was still involved in the conversation, so it wasn't an issue, she tried to tell herself. Another half an hour passed, but, as she feared, her need was building with each passing minute, and she was now bursting to go. Really bursting. She'd gone really quiet, and was pressing her legs together tightly. Her mind was racing. She needed to go so badly, but there was nowhere she could go. A glance at her watch told her there was still half an hour to go, and that was going to be torture. She'd be fine if her need didn't increase, but she knew it was going to. It was the lager, she thought, why had she downed 2 full pints, why didn't she have her precautionary wee before she left. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. She was snapped out of her silent turmoil by John, "Are you OK Abby?" he asked "You've gone very quiet all of a sudden". "Ooh, ah, erm, yeah" stammered Abby, "I'm just, erm, tired, that's all" she added. "It has been a long day" said John, "Drink in the afternoon always does that to me, could be worse though, I'm busting for a piss" he added smiling, trying to make her feel better. It didn't though, if anything she felt worse, she couldn't admit her need to a group of male work colleagues, she just couldn't, but now he was going to be open about his. Ten minutes later, and her need had risen to almost new heights, she was at the stage now where she'd be dropping whatever she was doing and running to the ladies room wherever she was, she was absolutely bursting, verging on desperate, and for the first time was seriously beginning to doubt whether she would be able to wait. as she tried to think this through, she noticed to her horror, the coach was slowing to a stop. The tannoy system crackled into life. "OK gents" started the driver, we've hit a bit of a delay, there's been an accident, shouldn't take too long to get through though, bear with me and I'll have you home as quick as I can. An audible groan went up, as the coach ground to a halt. The news was a disaster for Abby, who had been conting down the seconds towards their 7 o'clock arrival, that seemed nigh on impossible, but to add a delay to that was terrifying. They sat still for 5 minutes, before Andy stood up, "its no good" he declared, I absolutely have to piss, I literally can't hold it, and he dashed off the the front. "Me too" chimed Colin, "oh fuck, I'm glad you said that" added Steve, "my eyes are floating", in total 6 guys dashed to the front and started arguing with the driver. Abby's mind was whirring, would he stop for them, there must be a services close by, oh god, a toilet would be luxury, thank god for John she thought, The driver will have to stop for us now. As she convinced herself that a toilet was imminent, she was absolutely horrified to see the doors open, and the 6 lads jump off. She watched in horror as they dashed to the hard shoulder. John was unzipping his fly as he ran, and one by one they pulled out their willies and let rip, 6 furious desperate gushers. Abby almost started to cry. How she longed to join them, but there was nowhere for a desperate girl to squat. Without thinking she pressed a hand between her legs, something she'd only ever done when absolutley frantic. She was approaching crisis point, if all the boys were weeing here did that mean they wouldn't stop at a toilet? The thought was almost too much to bear, Oh God she needed to go, she found herself actually contemplating popping a squat. There was no shame, all the boys had been, and she'd drunk just as much as them, could she ask them to stand guard. God the thought was horrifying, no, she couldn't do it, she had to wait, she hoped the other girls would need to go too, Suddenly, out of nowhere, Katerina stood up. "OH NO" she shouted "Me go too, me pee pee now, oh no, oh no" Abby watched aghast, surely not, she couln't be, girls didn't wee in public. Katerina dashed down the aisle though frantically unbuckling her belt. "I sorry, I sorry" she gasped. Sue stood up too. Katerina, get back in here at once" she commanded, but poor Katerina looked like she'd gone beyond the point of no return, she pulled down her jeans as she clambered off the bus, and immediately dropped to her haunches, letting out the most unbelievable blast of pee. Her legs were shaking as her eyes rolled back into her head. Abby looked out of the window, she could see everything. Katerina had literally no privacy, her most intimate parts on display to a busy motorway full of people. Horns started to blast, and abby could clearly see the middle aged man in the old VW beetle next to her filming on his phone, the lads from the bus all headed back, and also started to jeer her, but her stream blasted on and on. The poor girl must've been beside herself. Abby had never peed in public before. Girls just didn't do that, whatever happened she had to hold on until she was in a proper toilet. She was very very desperate now though, so there could be no pretense, she had to make the bus stop at the next available ladies room! All the boys made their way back to their seats as Katrina sheepishly boarded the coach, there was a quite obvious wet patch between her legs where she had obviously started to wet herself. She was greeted at the door by Sue, with a face like thunder. "What the fuck was that" she boomed "You can't just drop your knickers and piss in the street, you're representing the company, its an absolute disgrace. "I sorry" gasped Katarina, tears flowing down her face "I needed peepee, I no wait" "You're a 32 year old women" scalded Sue, "not a 12 year old boy, women don't just piss in public, they hold it until they reach a proper facility." "I know" said Katarina, "but I needed so bad, I no wait any more". "Its just not good enough Katarina, you will get an official warning for this" . "But, boys they pee pee" said Katarina, trying to argue; Sue shot her down "Don't you dare take that tone with me, we all know its diffierent men, women must hold. I didn't need to drop my knickers on a crowded motorway, young Abby there has managed to sit quietly without flashing herself to the world, neither of us have started to piss in their knickers, just sit down and have a long hard think about what you've just done". As Katarina sat down, Abby felt she was reaching the end of her tether. She was absolutely desperate to make the coach stop, and almost didnt care where, she was at the point where a ladies room would be a luxury, anywhere but in her pants would do. She longed to run down the coach tell Sue of her need, but she had been horrified by the way she'd reacted to poor Katerina. She had been screeched at and was facing a disciplinary, but oh god, what Abby would do to swap places with her now and have an empty bladder. Instead it felt like there was an entire reservoir between her hips, and it was all pressing against her tiny little wee hole, screaming to get out. It was only 5 minutes until the bus was on its way again, but it could have been 5 hours. Her whole world was centered between her legs, and the incredible fight her tortured young vagina was fighting. The tannoy system crackled into life again. "Traffic has cleared folks, we'll be back home in about 15 minutes" said the driver cheerily. "Christ Abs" said John, breaking her out of her internal termoil for a second, "I'll tell you what I was desperate back there, I don't know what I'd have done if the driver didn't let us off, theres no way I'd have been able to hold on another 15 minutes, I'd have had to have let go on the coach. I swear to god, I'd have pissed my pants for sure. Do you not need to go too? you drank the same as us, you were guzzling down that water earlier." Abby's mind was racing. He'd caught her on the hop, she couldn't just come out with it and tell him, however much her body was screaming at her to admit her need, to tell everyone she was more desperate than she'd been in her entire life, to make the bus stop, and to wee and wee and wee, but she had to stay professional. "erm, well, yes actually" she replied, blushing beet red, "I'm afraid I'll have to make a dash for the little girls room when we get back, I'll be OK though" her body was sending out urgent distress signals like it couldn't believe what she had said. She wouldn't be alright, hell she wasn't alright now, she was absolutely desperate. Easily as desperate as she'd ever been in her entire life, with no way of finding relief for 15 minutes, and putting on a pretense that she didn't need to go badly at all. John, now freshly relieved, wouldn't leave her alone though, "wow, you're a better person than me then, they say you girls are made of strong stuff, honestly, I thought I was going to wet myself. Oh the relief when I could let it out, God it felt amazing." Abby's bottom lip started to tremble as she fought back tears, how she longed for that feeling. "I tell you what though, what about Katerina, can you believe that, I've never seen anything like it, just knickers down, arse out, pissing away in public, the dirty bitch." "Nice bush though" chirped Colin, who'd also found relief, "I got a sneaky pic, I'll be sticking that online later on, If she's gonna get her gash out in public, shes gonna get it shown off." "she must've have been bursting" added Steve, did you see the size of the wet patch, she'd actually started to piss herself." "She probably got off on it, the dirty cow, "I've heard those foreigners are into that sort of thing", added another man. Abby could barely believe what she was hearing. What she thought were a lovely group of lads were disgusting, middle aged perverts. If they talked like that about a middle aged woman with a hairy bush, how would they react to her tender, perfectly shaved slit. There was absolutely no way she could allow them that satisfaction, she had to hold on, she just HAD to. Another 5 minutes passed by agonisingly slowly, and poor Abby was frantic now, absolutely beside herself, she was now not only as desperate as she had ever been, but also, more desperate than she had ever imagined possible, She'd been trying to press between her legs for the past few minutes, but John kept looking over. Each wave seemed to be more intense than the last and her vision was starting to blur. She had to do something to help her tiring muscles, so she tried to bring up her foot onto the chair, as she lifted her bum off the seat all of the urine seemed to pour to her entrance, a strong burning sensation spread through her abdomen, and hssssssssss, she couldn't stop it, just for a split second, a tiny spurt had escaped, she was powerless to resist, she'd actually started to wet herself. "MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, "OH NO", as she slammed her foot beneath her, and dropped her tender, fleshy labia down hard onto the heel. "AAAAHHHHHHH" she gasped, as her tortured private parts finally had some help, and it brought her back from the brink. Only at that point did she notice John staring. "Are you OK Abby?" he asked, "what's up?", "Oh, err, well, nothing really" she stammered as another urged pulsed over her, and she ground her frantic pussy into her heel, "Its OK" said John, perfectly aware what the issue was, "you'll make it, just hang on." At that point, her phone started to ring, she looked down to see 'Mike Calling'. It was 7:20, she was supposed to be meeting them in ten minutes, she'd completely forgotten. She was barely capable of logical thought any more. All she could think about was keeping her knickers dry. She answered the phone. "ABBY BABES, HIYA" beamed Mike, obviously delighted to talk to his friend, "WHERE ARE YOU?" "Erm, still on the bus" stammered Abby, trying to sound normal. "Still?" enquired Mike, well I hope you'e coming straight here, it ain't my birthday without you here." YES, that was it, thought Abby, Wetherspoons was this side of town, she was only 2 minutes away, if she could get dropped off there she'd be in the toilet within 3 minutes, Oh my god, she was going to make it. "yes Mike" she shouted a little too loudly, "I'll get dropped there" "OH YAY" shouted Mike, as he started to ramble, "Mike" gasped Abby, "Mike please" trying to calm him down, "there isn't a queue is there?" "What?" replied Mike, "A queue to get in" she replied, she knew it got busy on a Friday night, "Mike, theres no way I can stand in a queue" The thought of it sent a shiver through her, she'd pee her pants for sure. "Mike please, its really important, did you queue to get in." "No babe, No queue, why?" doesn't matter" she replied "see you soon". She hung up the phone with a new optimism, and scanned out of the window, they were nearly there, but she was at the back of the bus, she had to make the driver stop, it'd all happened so soon. she whipped her foot from underneath her and stood up. Her bladder protested as it was shaken and pressed, another desperate, burning urge overtook her, and she pressed her hand hard into her crotch, she started down the aisle, but after about 5 steps, she had to stop and break into a full pee dance."OH NO, OH No" she moaned as she pressed both hands into her crotch and bent double "oh god oh god oh god," she staggered down the coach, ignoring the jeers of the other passengers. "WHAT ON EARTH" shouted Sue, but as she approached the driver, literally she didn't have a second to spare. "Please stop the bus" she gasped. "Not yet love" replied the driver, "it'll only be 5 minutes." "PLEASE" she shouted, "I need to get off here" Her body was shaking as the thought of denial tormented her, "I'm meeting friends in Wetherspoons", "I can't I'm af....." the driver started to talk, as Abby's bladder pulsed again, another split second burst blasted into her knickers. "PLEASE" she sobbed, talking over him, barely stopping for air, "PLEASE STOP, I mean pleasee, erm, please" It was no good she was going to have to beg. A single tear rolled down her cheek, "Please, if you don't stop now I am going to wee myself, its coming out, please, please have mercy, i have about 30 seconds and its over, I need a wee, I need a wee, oh god please, please, just let me go to the toilet, please just stop the bus, don't make me wet myself, Arrgh, it hurts, I'm absolutely desperate, you don't understand, you have to stop the bus now" "OK, OK, for fuck's sake, girls on these trips are a fucking nightmare, just hold it for 30 seconds while I park up. "Ohmygodyes" she blurted out, "Thankyou thankyou thankyou." she was almost climbing the walls clawing at the door when he finally pulled over, with her right hand actually inside her knickers pressing as hard as she could directly onto her bursting peehole. She staggered off the coach barely aware if she was weeing or not. She was in a blind panic, her bladder screamed at her, it NEEDED to be emptied, her pussy burned and throbbed and pulsed, her legs were shaking as she tried frantically to keep control. Desperately she turned and headed towards Wetherspoons. She could barely walk, it was more of a desperate waddle, keeping her thighs pressed firmly together. She wanted so badly just to drop everything and run, but there was no way her bladder could take it. "Come on, come on," she whimpered to herself, willing herself on, she had to hold on, she had to, girls always found that bit of extra strength. "just a few more seconds, hold it, you can do it." she was willing herself on, silently praying to God, Allah, Buddah, anyone or anything, just to keep her peehole squeezed shut for just a few more seconds. She staggered round the corner and there it was, Wetherspoons, and Mike was right, there was no queue. "Oh thank fuck" she gasped, "Come on Abby" Her bladder thrashed and screamed, almost as if it knew relief was close, "please, please, please", she took her hand away from her vagina as she approached the pub, in an attempt to look normal. The loos were just inside the door, she was going to be OK she thought as she waddled through the doors, when a bouncer stepped infront of her, blocking her path. "ID please love". "WHAT! NO!" She gasped, this couldn't be happening, she was literally seconds away from pissing herself, "Oh god, no" she gasped again. "Excuse me?" asked the bouncer. "Oh shit, please" there was no pretense any more, "Please, please, please, just let me in, I have ID but I'm literally desperate for the toilet, I've been on a coach for so long and it was stuck in traffic and loads of people got to wee, but I didn't, and I'm bursting, Plleeeeeease" "That's very interesting, Love." he said very condescendingly, "But I have to insist on your ID, just doing my job, its illegal to let you in if you look under 25 and I haven't checked" Her mind raced, and her bladder screamed. "Please" she said as she pressed her hand back into her crotch, "Please" she couldn't even think straight, her legs were shaking, her need seemed to be rising as her bladder fought to void itself, her tight little vagina was clenched, but it was hurting so badly. "Look, you're not getting in without ID, so if you have ID you need to get it now, and if you don't then you need to move on. I've seen it a thousand times before love, I'm not falling for your pathetic fake pee dance" The telling off was like a punch in the gut. there was no way she could take her hands away now, her legs were shaking, her whole body was convulsing, her pussy throbbed and burned. She opened her mouth to try and talk, but instead just burst into tears. She was hysterical."pleaseI'mnotlyingpleasehelpweeIneedohgodpleasenopee" her words garbled into one, tears rolled down her cheeks, her body became more and more frantic, then, without warning, pssssssssssss, she lost it, her little peehole gave up, just for a few seconds as her pee blasted into her knickers, her eyes shot wide open as she froze in place "no no no no no no no NO!" "Oh fuck no, oh god, its coming out!", Her eyes bulged wide, staring at the man, silently begging him for mercy, tears flowed down her cheeks, she was shaking as she pressed her hand harder into her pussy. her jeans felt really wet, and her whole abdomen now ached, she couldn't take it, pssssssss, another furious blast escaped her, this time worse than before, it was a full 7 seconds of hissing, thrashing red hot girl pee flooding her knickers. the wet spot spread now, and started to run down her legs. "I can't help it she cried, please, oh fuck no, please I'm peeing myself" "Christ Dan, she's pissing her pants" said the other bouncer, he looked down and saw the wet patch spreading and spreading, "Shit, you really do need to go don't you?" asked the bouncer, "Go on love, you better run in before you make a mess" "I-I can't" she stammered, It was too late, she was frozen to the spot, the pain too intense to move, it was over, the worst pang of pain she'd ever felt shot through her most intimate parts and then she closed her eyes, it wasn't worth fighting it any more, a warmth spread accross her abdomen as piss furiously gushed into her knickers, it was forcing its way out, thrashing down her legs pouring into her shoes, she was completley out of control. The pain slowly started to subside, as what felt like litre after litre of furious, gushing, hissing, red hot pee thrashed into her knickers. She felt herself going weak at the knees as her head spun, she was mortified, absolutely devastated, she couldn't believe what had happened, but at the same time, it felt so, so good for the pain to be over, her whole body awash with sensations of pleasure, as the seering hot liquid massaged her now super horny, and very releived girlhood. On and on the flood went as she stopped fighting and just let it happen. After about a minute her stream dwindled, and she clenched herself shut again, becoming painfully aware of her surroundings. Her cheeks blushed cherry red, in a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation and arousal. "Oh my god, that dirty bitch just, like, totally pissed herself" said a voice behind her, "Can you believe it, she must've been bursting" added another, "Bursting?" questioned a third voice, "a grown woman just pissed herself, you can't be that bursting, you can always hold on if you try, she must've got off on it, what a vile creature" Tears flowed down her face, as she ran back home, humiliated beyond belief. When she got home she thought about what had happened, and although she was devastated, she was pleased she'd avoided wetting herself on the bus, as she got in the shower, she fingered herself to one of the biggest orgasms of her life.. She felt so dirty, and it felt wrong, but at the same time the relief and the warmth had felt so so good. As she calmed down, she saw a text from Mike. "Where are you babe? Are you coming?" she giggled to herself, "like you wouldn't believe, Mike, but I'll never be going to Wetherspoons again!"
  18. “Do you wish to achieve fully clothed bed wetting, just panties, or nude?” “Well… I usually sleep in panties so let’s try for that if we can.” Kimberly couldn’t believe her own words. Wetting the bed would have been a deeply humiliating experience for her just a few weeks ago. Yet here she was trying to train herself to wet her husband’s bed as he slept by her side. “Not a problem, ma’am. Just sign here indicating that you fully permit us to detrain your bladder in the next two weeks.” The curvy brunette named Sue tapped her pen on the dotted line. Kimberly blushed and quickly signed her name. This was her anniversary gift to her husband, Brad. They had a wonderful sex life. At least, it had been wonderful until she had discovered omorashi porn on her husband’s laptop a month ago. She hadn’t even known that word, much less her husband’s fetish until that point. They had dated for nearly three years before getting married and he had never uttered a word, not even after she had wet herself once on a roller coaster ride. Thinking back, she suspected he had totally planned that accident. She had drunk three beers and he had persisted the lineup for the port-a-potty was too long and her pee break could wait until after the ride. After she had asked him about the porn, they had not had sex for nearly two weeks. She began experimenting with wetting her panties on her own in secret. She had realized that she quite enjoyed getting desperate to the point of loss of control. One day, she decided it was about time to get husband pounding her on a nightly basis again. She mischievously gulped down several glasses of water throughout the day and inadvertently squirted in her skin-tight jeans a few times as she prepared dinner. When her husband came home, she blissfully released her flood through her pants onto the kitchen floor. She had just enough time to shut off the gas stove as her helplessly horny husband lifted his still-peeing wife from her feet and took her into the bedroom to fuck her. Since then, they had a ton of fun with pee-play. She absolutely loved it when he drank to bursting point and relieved himself all over her sexy body. However, there was one thing still on her mind. Her husband had deleted the porn from his laptop, but she still remembered there had been some bedwetting videos amongst the hundreds of clips with women soaking their pants. Kimberly had tried to pee in bed in the middle of the night but had been unable to let go, despite the fact that she had now laid a mattress protector beneath their bedsheets. Kimberly felt a slight need to pee as she cautiously made her way through the stained-glass door behind the young receptionist’s desk. She was pleased to see two women inside already- at least she wasn’t the only “freak” into this stuff. An older blonde lady had her legs crossed as she absentmindedly played with her phone. The other woman, a young redhead, looked over at Kimberly anxiously as she waited for the lesson to begin. Another blonde scrambled through the door a few seconds before the instructor, a curvy redhead called for attention. “OK ladies, I’m Marla- let’s get started! Janice, you’re good to go- here, take your sleeping pill and grab a bed. The rest of you, come over to the water cooler so you can fill up!” Janice immediately retrieved the pill from Marla and made her way to an air mattress on the far side of the room. There were no blankets on the mattresses- Kimberley wondered if she would get to see Janice pee soon. To her surprise, Janice slipped out of her dress on her way to the far mattress and lied down stark naked. The other women began drinking water as instructed while making small talk. It turned out Janice had taken the course several times to keep her bedwetting accidents as frequent and wet as possible. “I think you’re ready for your pill.” Marla said to Kimberly after a few cups of water. Kimberly was finding it hard to stand still and fighting the urge to grab her crotch in front of her company. Kimberly obediently downed the sleeping pill with a final gulp of water and left the group to pick out her own mattress. She shyly stripped off her jeans, feeling increasingly excited about waking up soaked. Now in her bra and panties, she lied down and gazed ahead at Janice’s naked bum as she attempted to ignore her protesting bladder and fall asleep. Suddenly, a pool of urine began growing around the attractive blonde’s ass. Kimberly desperately tried to stay awake to fully observe her classmate’s accident, but her eyes grew heavy and everything went black.
  19. Lillica Quest

    **For new readers there is now a distilled version of this in the fiction section pdf form which you can read without having to sort through all the pages and user suggestions** This is an exciting interactive adventure where the forum chooses what to do, and I draw whatever happens. Of course, with an eventual desperation/omorashi twist. (Aquarius is also going well, by the way) Rules and pointers: (Spoilered for tidiness, but really, read them.) Not sure where to put this thread; it has elements of artwork, role-playing, fiction and an on-topic forum game. In a way, that's about as general as it gets. The concept relies on high activity anyway. Now, let's start this off. ========================================================================== ========================================================================== ========================================================================== MORNING "Fuuuuu." It's morning. A morning like any other day, where the rays of sunlight are filtered through your window and hit your bed like the glaring yellow of a traffic light. You weren't ready. You needed more time to get in gear. In fact, you hadn't even finished parking properly, but regardless of any of that, it was morning. It was time for good girls to get up. As you turn over, it feels like any remnants of your dream were caught and soaked up into the folds of your bed, and soon your head was empty of anything except the fact you wanted to go back to sleep. But it was morning. Good morning, Lillica Plumb. You check your status screen to make sure everything's fine. That's right. You're Lillica Plumb, an active, stylish and charming girl who is unknowingly ready to begin her big adventure. People would describe you as 'cute and girly in a tomboyish way'. You were that sort of paradox who acted freely but gracefully. You notice that you have five free stat points that you can allocate to your main stats however you want, but you'll decide that later. Your main skill is 'Throw Object' because you're in the school darts team. You're confident that you can throw anything you can lift and it will hit any target you want within range. There are also some other weird skills you can learn but you don't have any points to spend, so oh well. Everything is looking fine, it's time to get dressed. Of course, there's your trademark hoodie. You choose a nice feminine skirt to balance it out. Finally, you slip off your striped panties from last night, and wonder what to wear today. <<Choice of panties will also give Lillica a temporary skill. If you want to go with something not listed here, I'll make up a skill to match it.>> -Cotton panties: vending machines may give free drinks -Striped panties: the lights at a zebra crossing will change the moment you arrive and instantly change back when you step off -Strawberry panties: coins you flip will land heads nine times out of ten -Side-tie panties: resistance to poison (Also don't forget to allocate her stat points)
  20. When I was at school I was really lucky in that I saw loads of desperation, and I’ve written up a few of the more memorable sightings. My school was pretty strict with toilet breaks. Often teachers would not let us go to the toilets in class, especially if the class was straight after breaktime/lunchtime. If they did let us go, we had to get a yellow card from them (a ‘toilet pass’) which we had to take to the main school office, sign our name on a sheet, get the toilet key from them and then finally hurry to the toilets, unlock them and then finally get relief. These aren’t in any sort of order but I’ll start with this one since it happened in the first few weeks of starting at secondary school. At the end of a final lesson of the day, we were all stood around waiting to go, then the teacher realised that she needed to hand out letters to us about a field trip. The bell rang but she told us to wait until we’d been given our letters. A short, cute dark haired girl sitting across the table from me was clearly dying for a pee, bobbing up and down on the spot and crossing her legs. She noticed me looking at her and she gave a sheepish grin and said ‘I really need a wee!’ The teacher was still on the other side of the classroom so it would be a while before she reached our table. The desperate girl then held herself between the legs with both hands for a couple of seconds, bobbing up and down in an exaggerated pee dance. ‘Ooh hurry up!’ she said laughing. When the teacher finally handed us the letters the girl ran out of the room towards the toilets. This is actually one of the first times I remember seeing a girl truly desperate for a pee and it definitely sparked my interest in desperation :P This also happened in the first few weeks of school. After school let out a group of us were waiting outside for a few of our friends to turn up so we could all walk home together. One of the girls (a very cute, short, brown-haired girl) suddenly sighed loudly, crossed her legs and said quietly ‘I’m dying for a piss but I don’t know where the toilets are.’ We were at school from 8.45am (half an hour earlier if you count the walk there) to 3.30pm, so she must have been really, really desperate to go. I don’t remember what happened after but I have a feeling just bit her lip and waited until she got home at around 4pm. The fact that she didn’t know where the toilets were meant that she’d been going for around 8 hours a day without a toilet break, unless she was just joking around. In maths which was last lesson of the day, a cute, tall, slim girl with long brown hair went straight up to the teacher as soon as she walked into the room. I noticed she was quite red in the face and was fidgeting like crazy, and she could barely stand still for a second, and I was sure she was asking if she could go to the toilet. The teacher said she could, and gave her the pass. My seat was right near the door to the room and I watched her walk out, biting her lip. When she got to the door she couldn’t open it straight away because it was a little stuck. She bobbed on the spot and said ‘ohhh come on’, tugging at it harder, before it opened and she hurried out to the toilets. In religious studies, also last lesson of the day, a really attractive blonde girl who was sat behind me put her hand up and asked the teacher if she could go to the toilet. He said no, and I glanced around to see her looking like she was about to cry. She was really desperate, and she was whispering something to her friend sat beside her, leaning forwards in her seat with her hands under the desk. Her friend, who was known for being a bit of a loudmouth, told our teacher that the girl was really desperate and couldn’t wait until the end of the lesson. While he said this, the girl next to him was leaning forwards, biting her lip and staring at the teacher with a pleading expression, blushing like crazy. Finally he gave in and let her go, and she sprinted out of her seat, grabbed the pass and ran out of the room. She came in a little while later, still blushing, but looking very relieved. In science class, I heard a group of girls behind me talking to the teacher, and one of them asked him if she could go to the toilet. He said no, and wouldn’t change his mind despite the girls trying to persuade him. He walked back to the front of the room and I saw one of the girls (who’d asked to go) putting her head on the desk in mock frustration. A bit later she asked again, and despite her looking really desperate (sitting bouncing her legs and fidgeting in her seat) the teacher wouldn’t let her go. At the end of the lesson when everyone was stood up waiting for the bell to ring, she hurried to the front of the room and stood in front of the teacher with her legs pushed tightly together, bouncing up and down on the spot. ‘Can I please go sir? It’s coming out’ she said, and he laughed but soon saw she was seriously in need of a pee, and after she asked a few more times he let her out early. In a music lesson one afternoon, I was waiting outside the classroom waiting for the teacher with a couple of others when one of our classmates joined us – a curvy but cute olive-skinned girl with black hair. She looked into the room and bit her lip. ‘I really need a wee’ she said to nobody in particular, dancing on the spot (shifting her weight from foot to foot while bouncing up and down slightly). Finally our teacher came to let us in, and the girl went straight over to her, telling her that she ‘Really needs the toilet’. The teacher was new, and wasn’t sure on what to do, so it took her a while to find the toilet pass. While she was looking for it in her office, the girl seemed to be getting more and more anxious, fidgeting more and more. ‘Oh come on how long does it take?’ she said quietly as the teacher was out of earshot. Finally, she was given the pass and hurried out of the room to get some much needed relief. Also in music class, but this time in the morning, a cute blonde girl admitted that she ‘needs the loo dead badly’ with about five minutes of the lessons still to go. We were finished with the classwork so we were just stood around waiting for the bell to ring. She could hardly stand still, and she was leaning on tables, crossing her legs and bouncing from foot to foot. Someone made her laugh and she bent over forwards with her hands on her skirt, clearly trying not to wet herself. When the bell went she left quickly in the direction of the toilets. The same blonde girl as above also ended up getting desperate in an afternoon maths lesson, and luckily she was sat directly behind me. About halfway through the hour long lesson she muttered ‘I need a wee’, and as the lesson went on she said it a couple of more times, although this time it sounded more urgent and her voice was tense. A boy sat in front of me (pretty well known for being the class joker) turned around and asked her loudly what it felt like, and she laughed and described it as a ‘tingling feeling’. At the end of the lesson she walked quickly down the corridor towards the toilets, trying to push her thighs together as she walked. During an English lesson one afternoon we were all sat around in a circle in one of the drama studios, about to listen to our teacher read from a book we were studying. I noticed one cute and curvy brown-haired girl sat across from me was fidgeting in her seat, looking anxious and biting her lip. Not everyone had their copy of the book with them so he asked them to get it, and the girl I’d noticed before walked past me on the way to get the book from her bag. As she walked past I heard her breathing pretty heavily and give a little stifled moan, almost like a squeak. She sat back down and I watched her closely while the teacher began to read to us. She couldn’t sit still, and was constantly shifting position, sitting her legs crossed, then apart, then with both feet on the chair, then with one foot under her (pressing on her heel to help her wait, I guess). After about 45 minutes of reading we were put into small groups and told to discuss what we had just read. Luckily for me, I was put into the same group as the girl I’d been watching squirm around, and I got to watch her desperately trying to hold in her piss without being too obvious for another few minutes before the teacher came over to see how we were getting on. She teacher commented that she wasn’t saying much and she admitted that she really needed the toilet, and luckily for her the teacher let her go. On the way out the room she passed a set of toilets and I saw her push on the door, only to find it locked. She stamped her foot in annoyance and bit her lip, hurrying off the office to get a key. She came back about 5 minutes later looking extremely relieved. This one involves the same girl as above, also in an afternoon English lesson. I saw her get up out of her seat and ask the teacher if she could go to the toilet, he said yes and she was just about to leave the room when he called her back in and said she had to wait for someone else to come back first (the school had a rule that only one person was allowed out of the classroom at one time). She stood waiting, leaning against a table, biting her lip and resting her hands in front of her skirt with her legs crossed. It looked like she was dying to push her hands between her legs but couldn’t while stood in front of the entire class. After a few more minutes of desperate waiting, the other person came back and she was allowed to hurry off to the toilets. In a science class one morning, two girls (both slim and attractive, one blonde and one brunette) sat on the same table as me were acting really hyper, giggling all lesson and annoying the teacher. They stood up and started messing around with some equipment at the front of the room, when the teacher told them to sit down and behave. This sent them into hysterical laughter, and they were clearly having trouble holding onto their pee, because both of them were holding themselves in plain view of everyone in the class. The blonde girl ended up in floor, barely able to speak she was laughing so hard, squeezing herself between her legs with both hands. In between breaths, she shouted ‘It’s coming out, it’s coming out!’ The bell rang for the end of the lesson soon after, but I doubt either of them made it to the toilets without a few leaks. In yet another science class just before lunchtime, a curvy brunette asked the teacher if she could go to the toilet, but unfortunately for her, the teacher said no. She walked to the front of the room and asked again a few minutes later, clearly bursting, but the teacher said that she wasn’t supposed to let anybody out of the lesson. The girl crossed her legs and pleaded with her, saying that she really needed to go, but the teacher (though sympathetic) told her she’d have to hold on until the end of the lesson (which was around 30 minutes away). The bursting girl bit her lip, walking back to her seat. As she walked past me, she saw me looking at her, and she said ‘Ever get the feeling you’re gonna pop?’ while gently rubbing her bladder with one hand. About 5 minutes before the end of the lesson she went up to the teacher one last time, asking if she could go out early. She looked really desperate by now, bouncing up and down with her legs crossed as she pleaded with the teacher. It took some persuading, but the teacher finally let her leave the lesson before the bell rang. ‘Ooh thanks Miss!’ she said, hurrying out of the room while trying to keep her thighs pushed together, one hand resting on the front of her skirt. In maths, last lesson of the day, we were all getting ready to leave, standing behind our chairs while waiting for the bell to ring. A very cute, slim blonde girl sat in front of me stood up and immediately crossed her legs, leaning forwards onto the back of her chair. ‘I need a wee NOW’ she said quietly to the girl sat next to her, biting her lip and looking at the clock on the wall. There was a netball tournament straight after school that day and the teacher said that anybody playing could leave early, and a few of the girls left, including the desperate blonde girl. I don’t think she was playing in the tournament, but obviously she didn’t want to wait until the bell rang before she could go and relieve herself. I also saw that same cute blonde girl desperate one time after school ended. She was standing waiting for a friend, legs tightly crossed. When her friend arrived the blonde girl hugged her and they began chatting. Her friend wanted to go across the school to talk to a teacher, and the blonde girl said ‘Ok but I really, really, really need a wee’ bouncing frantically from foot to foot to show how badly she needed to go. They then hurried off to the toilets. After a practice exam one afternoon, I was sat next to a really cute blonde girl I’d known since primary school. She was leaning back in her seat with her legs stretches out in front of her, one crossed over the other. The teacher had left the room for a minute so we were all chatting amongst ourselves, the blonde girl said that she needed a wee, but of course she couldn’t go because the teacher wasn’t there to ask. Another girl sat nearby overheard and told her to just go out and pee because it can be harmful to hold it in, but the blonde girl stayed put, saying she didn’t want to get into trouble. I shook my water bottle in her direction to annoy her and she bit her lip and punched me on the arm, fidgeting around in her seat. After a few more minutes the bell rang and the teacher came back into the room to dismiss us. The girl quickly stood up and bounced on the spot as she put her pens back into her pencil case. Suddenly, she turned to her friend sat nearby and said ‘Can you pack my things into my bag for me, I’m really desperate for a wee’ and ran out of the room to the toilets. On the last day of school it was kind of a tradition for people to wear white shirts over their usual school uniform for people to sign and write messages on. A few people would also meet up in the morning before school began to drink alcopops in the woods just behind the school. In the first lesson of the day, one of the girls, a very cute brunette who’d obviously been drinking as she was a bit tipsy, loudly announced that she needed a wee asked the teacher if she could go to the toilet. He refused, as it was only the first lesson and he thought she was just going to go out into the corridor and go into other classrooms to find people to sign her shirt. She looked a bit annoyed and took the shirt off, saying that she just needed the toilet and would come straight back. One of her friends poked her in the bladder and said ‘Sir, she really does need to go’ and the girl gasped and bit her lip, stepping backwards away from her friend’s probing fingers. After a bit of persuading, the teacher let her go and she hurried off down the corridor to the toilets. Lining up outside our maths classroom one afternoon before the lesson started, I heard a short, really cute brunette girl behind me saying that she ‘needed the loo’. The girl’s toilets were pretty much directly opposite the classroom so she walked to the front of the line, debating about whether to go into the toilets or wait for our teacher to let us in first and then ask her if she could go, since she didn’t want to be late for the lesson. At that moment though, a janitor came past, checked the toilets and then locked them, much to the disappointment of the desperate girl. At that moment the teacher came out of the classroom to let us in, sending the girl to the back of the line. As soon as she walked into the classroom the girl went straight to the teacher, and since I was sat at the back I couldn’t hear what she was saying but it was pretty clear she was asking if she could go to the toilet, and the teacher just shook her head and told her to sit down. She spent the rest of the lesson fidgeting around on her seat, crossing her legs and leaning forwards in her seat with her hands under the table, constantly glancing at the clock on the wall. She sat right near the door so she could see the girl’s toilets just opposite, which must have made it even harder for her to wait. I don’t know what happened after the lesson was over but I’m guessing the toilets were still locked, meaning that she had to wait for somebody to unlock them or go to one of the other sets of toilets in the hope that they’d be open. Sitting in a science lesson just before breaktime, I noticed that a chubby girl sat in front of me was fidgeting in her seat like mad, bobbing her feet up and down and tapping her pen frantically on the desk. I heard her say to the girl sat next to her ‘Ooh I’m dying for a wee’. She squirmed around for the rest of the lesson, before the bell finally rang allowing her to hurry off to the toilets. Every summer our school had a sports day, where we’d have little mini track competitions. I remember one time I was lining up ready to run a 100m sprint, just behind the girls who would be running their race first. Stood in front of me in my lane, waiting to race, was a short, extremely pretty Indian girl, and we were just chatting waiting for her race to start, when she suddenly said ‘I need a wee!’ and started jumping up and down on the spot, hands pushing on the front of her shorts. It must have been really hard to run a race with her full bladder bouncing around inside of her. One lunchtime I was sat in the school library at some kind of reading club we had to do as part of our English class, sitting around in a circle while the librarian read from a book. After she’d finished reading, one of the girls suddenly stood up from her seat and said ‘Miss, can I go to the toilet quickly?’, but the librarian told her to wait a minute while she explained what she wanted us to do next. The girl crossed her legs, and bounced up and down a few times, gritting her teeth, hands hovering in front of her skirt. Finally, she was allowed to go, and she hurried out of the room. One English lesson our teacher didn’t show up, so another teacher came in to watch the class while I was sent to the school office find out where our teacher was (I was given the toilet pass so I had permission to be out of lesson). I went to the office, was told our teacher was stuck in a meeting and would be out soon, and walked back to the classroom. When I got back in, gave the teacher the pass back and took my seat, a really cute curvy brunette walked quickly to the teacher’s desk and said ‘Sir, can I go to the toilet please?’ The teacher shook his head and said that he wasn’t supposed to let anyone go because it wasn’t officially his class to teach. The girl seemed disappointed when she heard this, as she must have been anxiously waiting for me to come back with the toilet pass, probably thinking I’d asked to use the toilet and was allowed. The teacher seemed to notice how badly she had to go, as he asked her if it was an emergency. She said that it was, jiggling on the spot with her hands clasped in front of her to show how badly she needed to go, and he let her out. One lunchtime I was about to walk upstairs when there was some kind of hold-up in the corridor, and we had to wait a minute before we could get through. There were two younger girls behind me, and I heard one of them say ‘If they don’t let us through I’m gonna wet myself’. I turned around to see her standing with her legs crossed and arms folded impatiently. Eventually, the hold up cleared and as I climbed the stairs I turned back to find them both hurrying quickly to the toilets down the corridor. Nearing the end of breaktime I was standing around chatting with a few friends when I noticed one of the girls was constantly fidgeting around, crossing one leg over the other and knocking the heel of her shoe against the toe of the other one, occasionally bobbing on the spot. She asked her friend to come with her to the toilets but her friend refused seeing as it was nearly the end of break and she didn’t want to be late for the next lesson, and told her to ‘hold it in’. The bursting girl replied that she ‘didn’t have the capacity to hold’, and I think she ended up hurrying to the toilets by herself. Near the start of yet another afternoon maths lesson I noticed a cute curvy girl with reddish-brown hair standing near the front of the room, while the teacher was rooting around on her desk for something. The girl was blushing like crazy, talking to someone while leaning forwards onto a table, bouncing up and down with her legs crossed. She then stood up and started wringing her hands in front of her while dancing on the spot, clearly dying to pee. The teacher picked up a set of keys from the desk and walked quickly out of the room, followed closely by the desperate, blushing girl, opening the toilets for her which were just opposite the classroom. The girl came back in a few minutes later looking extremely relieved and still blushing. A girl at the back shouted out and asked her if she was feeling relieved, and the blushing girl nodded, still grinning. Teachers were not supposed to open the toilets for students but it was obviously an emergency, and she must have seen just how desperate the poor girl was and took pity on her. I saw this same girl desperate again a few weeks later. I was leaving the classroom after the bell rang to signal the end of school when I saw her hurrying down the corridor, stopping to talk to another girl who’d just left the same class as me. She looked extremely frantic, bouncing up and down on the spot and bending forwards with her hands on her bladder. I didn’t hear what she was saying exactly but I think it was something about the toilets being locked, and that they’d have to stop somewhere on the way home so she could pee. I also saw this same girl desperate again in an afternoon science lesson. As soon as she walked into the lesson she seemed very giggly and hyper, annoying the teacher who was known for being one of the strictest in the school. Luckily, her seat was next to mine, and as soon as she sat down she announced that she ‘needed a wee’, and tried to ask the teacher if she could go but since she was laughing so much, he just told her to be quiet. She couldn’t stop laughing so the teacher told her to stand outside the room, and as she walked out she asked again but the teacher denied her. He let her back in a few minutes later, and she was obviously still bursting because she was squirming around on her seat, constantly looking at the clock, frequently announcing that she ‘needs to go’ and ‘really needs the toilet’. Nearing the end of the lesson, she glanced at the clock and said ‘Ohhh only two minutes left’, fidgeting around even more. By now she was finding it hard to sit still even for a second. When the lesson ended I though she’d go straight to the toilets, but later on after school had ended (which was an hour after the science lesson) I saw her with a friend literally sprinting across the school ground in the direction of the toilets. The toilets had obviously been locked so she hadn’t been able to pee after the science lesson, meaning that she’d had to hold it for another hour until school finally ended. She must have been extremely relieved when she finally got chance to go! After school one summer afternoon me and a few friends were in the school recording studio, recording some songs we’d written since we were in a band. Our drummer’s girlfriend, a really cute brunette girl, was with us. About an hour into the recording session I noticed that she was sitting with her legs pretty tightly crossed and was looking a bit tense, and a few minutes later she hurried out of the room. I realised she must have been on the way to the toilets but I knew that by now, they’d be all locked up. She came back in a few minutes later and had obviously found the toilets locked, since she immediately crossed her legs while texting someone. She then told her boyfriend that she’d be gone for a while and would be back later, without saying where she was going. She came back later lucking more relaxed, so either she’d gone to a friends house to pee or had found some toilets in town somewhere. And to end with, some desperate teachers – On the way back from a field trip our teacher, a really attractive olive-skinned woman with medium length black hair, probably in her late 20s/early 30s, was walking down the aisle of the bus we were in, making sure we all had our seatbelts fastened. I couldn’t help but notice that she was gritting her teeth and looked really tense, crossing her legs whenever she was standing still. The bus journey back to school was about 40 minutes, and she looked anxious for pretty much the whole journey. When we got back to school we all went straight to the classroom, even though a few of us asked her if we could go to the toilet. She kept saying no (she was known for never letting anyone out to pee – I remember I was pretty desperate to go before a PE lesson, but when I asked her if I could quickly go she flat out refused, only letting me go when she saw me fidgeting around during the warm-up exercises), and told us that we just had to wait until the end of school, which was in about 20 minutes. She mentioned that she needed to go as well, so if she had to wait, so did we. Eventually though, since so many of us were asking, she gave in and let us go, and I think she took the opportunity to have a nice relieving pee while escorting us all to the toilets. This was just after lunchtime had ended, which I’d spent in the music room working on coursework. I was filing something away in the music office when one of the music teachers, a cute, curly-haired woman in her mid 20s, came in to put something in a file. As she searched through it to find the right place, she was bouncing up and down on the spot, and was singing ‘need a wee, need a wee’ to herself. She finally found the correct place and slipped the piece of paper inside. She then turned to one of the other teachers in the office and said ‘Could you watch my class for me so I can go to the loo?’ before hurrying off without waiting for a reply. One afternoon, I was in the school recording studio, waiting to have some music recorded. In the recording booth were 2 girls singing, with one of the music teachers playing the piano accompaniment. She was in her 40s, slim and good looking, with blonde hair and glasses. She was dressed casually, wearing tight jeans and a purple top. After a few minutes they finished and came out of the booth, and the tech guy played the song back for them to listen to. I noticed her looking tense, her cheeks were flushed and she was bending forwards ever so slightly, hands on her hips. As I watched, she crossed her legs tightly and folded her arms across her chest. After a few seconds she bobbed up and down discretely, and re-crossed her legs the other way, tensing her thighs. She looked absolutely bursting to pee, but was too engrossed in listening to the recording to go. After a minute or so of discrete fidgeting and leg crossing she clearly couldn’t wait another second and quickly excused herself. She turned around and began to walk out of the room, but when she saw me, she came over and asked me what I was going to play. As I told her, she bit her lip and brought one knee up across her crotch and lowered it again, then did the same with the other one, repeating and alternating between each knee. This was the sexiest pee dance I'd ever seen, and I couldn't believe my luck. I tried to delay her, but after I told her about the song I’d be playing she said 'Right, I’ll be back shortly' and hurried out before I could reply. She’d clearly been needing to pee badly for a while but had been so busy with the recordings that she hadn’t managed to find time to go. And finally, the best desperation from a teacher I’ve ever seen! One morning I had a double English lesson, which was 2 hours long. It sounds boring, but it was made better by the fact that I was taught by the most attractive teacher in the school. She was in her mid 20s, slim and tanned with dark brown hair, and was absolutely gorgeous. On this particular day she was wearing a loose white top, grey skirt, and heels that accentuated her sexy legs. Although she was a popular teacher, she was known for being a little on the strict side. One of her rules was that absolutely nobody was allowed to go to the toilet during class, because according to her, we were all old enough to be able to control our bladders. This rule ended up coming back to haunt her! During the first hour of the double lesson I noticed she was drinking a lot of water, eventually finishing off a small bottle. After an hour, we had a short break, and she took the chance to make a big cup of tea. During the second hour I began to notice her fidgeting slightly in her seat, and she kept making mistakes as she read to us the Shakespeare play we were studying. When we still had 45 minutes to go before break, she leaned forwards in her seat and whispered to the front row 'I need a wee!'. All that water she’d been drinking and the cup of tea were clearly beginning to catch up with her. After she finished reading the scene, she stood up to write notes on the board. I kept my eye on her, and sure enough, she was stepping from foot to foot, bending her knees occasionally. She took a step back from the board to read what she had written, and she crossed her legs, saying 'Ahhh I really need a wee, I can't concentrate!'. The best part was still to come though. After she had read the next scene, she stood up from her seat, gingerly stepped over to the table where I was sitting and quite suddenly bent forwards, pushing one hand against the front of her skirt and resting the other on my table, sighing loudly in frustration. She must have been incredibly desperate to be acting so obviously in front of her entire class. The girl next to me laughed and said 'I'd hate being a teacher, not being able to go to the loo even if I was bursting'. My teacher glanced up at the clock with her legs crossed, and said 'Only 15 minutes left, we'll make it' and bobbed on the spot. I think part of her wanted to ask to get someone to cover her lesson for a minute while she hurried off for a pee, but given her rule of never letting her students go she didn’t really have any choice but to wait until the bell. Finally, it was the end of the lesson, and she stood at the door, hurrying us all out. My final memory of that class is my sexy teacher standing at the door, dancing from foot to foot, wringing her hands in front of her skirt.
  21. Reddit Writing Prompts

    Something a little different here- I posted a couple of stories on Reddit's Writing Prompts. Admittedly, the first link is a topic I started myself then posted as a different user. The second link was an awesome pee theme submitted by another user, but unfortunately only I posted :( Would love to see some of this community writing over there too (and sharing interesting writing prompts on here- just a thought).
  22. oooh i am 'neutral squirming' ... sounds accurate~~~

  23. CHAPTER 1 The flight had taken off. Back from Europe to America. A class of college kids who studied abroad, and a few of them, gorgeous females, had some drinks at the airport bar before they departed. Gabie was a beautiful twenty-year-old. Her long, black hair was tied into a pony tail. She had on cute glasses with a black, outlined structure. Gabie was not super skinny. Her legs were a little big, but were white, and dear lord so, so hot in those jean short shorts that tightened over her butt. About an hour into their seven-hour flight, Gabie had not noticed her legs crossed. Her foot shook her flip flop to the end of her toe. She looked up and noticed a slight pulse in her crotch. “Oh…” she said. She got up and walked to the back of the plane to the single-person restroom. It was a one-bathroom plane. Just as she had got up to the bathroom a guy had got up from his seat and whipped in there. Gabie paused with her hands out. “Damn it!” she said. She could have sworn she saw someone else was in there before the guy, but maybe it was just she glanced too quick. Gabie stood by the bathroom door. She held herself with her arms crossed on her chest. It was noticeable she was a little antsy, but not in dire desperation…well…not right now. “Someone in there?” said another girl. Gabie turned, and it was Dana. She had on red short shorts, and they showed her long, shiny, pale legs. Dana put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot. Her short brown hair dropped as bangs over her eyes, and she blew her breath out in annoyance. “Has it been long?” Gabie replied, “Little over five minutes since I got here. Jackass sprinted right in.” “Figures. Was it Todd? God knows if he brought a magazine in there we’ll be waiting a while.” They both shook their heads. Twenty minutes had gone by, and Gabie started to notice the increased pressure of pee pulses in her bladder area. Her crotch tightened on instinct. Same with Dana; who crossed her legs and arms. Gabie knocked on the door. She grunted. “Um, hello? Are you almost done. There’s two of us out here.” “Three,” said another girl. Natalie was tall, tan, and gorgeous. Her long tan legs were shown almost all way from top near her crotch to bottom at her feet in that short, white dress. Over it she had a black, dress jacket. She got in line and tapped her foot. “You guys have been out here a while.” “No crap,” Dana said, clearly annoyed. “How long?” Natalie asked, and was in clear discomfort. Things inside for all three of these women were getting harder to “keep in.” “Since we got in line,” Dana said, and rolled her eyes. Dana was always a rude one, and very judgy. “Don’t have to be a bit-,” but Natalie stopped, and lifted her leg and crossed in front of the other. Her foot stayed up and pressed against the airplane wall in the small hall they were in. Natalie bounced. “Man, I gotta pee!” All three girls were more antsy. They each felt like they had to get in the toilet in that moment. They felt their guts had started to expand, and crotches had warmed. Their legs shuffled against one another, and their hips waved back and forth. Gabie looked out to the seats of everyone. Her professors, classmates, cute guys. It was embarrassing, for all of them in line here, to look like you had to go bad. The plan started to shake. “What the?” the three girls said. The plane’s vibration made their bladders hurt more. Turbulence. They must have hit storm clouds or something. “This is your pilot speaking,” the speakers announced. “Please remain seated, fasten your seatbelts tight, and remain that way until we have cleared the storm we’re in. We’ll be fine.” Gabie, Dana, and Natalie looked at one another, scared. Their lips trembled as flight attendants escorted them, and their aching, filled, bladders, back to their seats. Along with them, a couple other girls had crossed their legs a bit desperate. “Um, but we have to use the restroom!” Dana said. Annoyed and angry. “Sorry miss,” the attendant said. “Safety protocol. Please take a seat.” Dana bounced in place and sat back down. Her hands between her legs pushing onto her crotch. They all sat, and fastened their seatbelts and the pressure hurt their bladders. Gabie and Natalie sat near each other and tried to keep them loose, but attendants came by and pulled on the strap and tightened them until their bladders stung like flames of fury. “Oh, eeeee!” Gabie shrieked. “Mmmmm,” Natalie moaned in agony. They really, really, REALLY had to pee. Would they make it? TO BE CONTINUED…..
  24. Hi everyone! It's me, Kozmo. Its been awhile since I've written anything here or done any lottos, I've been having a weird go of it in life lately. For example, I just moved away from my home I grew up in, into the city! New apartment, new life, still getting the hang of it (I've lived here a little over a week now) but I think I'm doing okay. The long and short of it is, I've been busy like I've never been busy before. Almost as if fate was detecting the negligence in omorashi activities to share with you all, I had an...incident, the other day. Right here in my new apartment, no less, so it could be considered a christening. Also, it's been awhile, so I might have a fair amount of new readers! Hi, I'm KozmoFox, things happen to me a lot and I write about them here. I occasionally put on fun lottery games to allow some lucky winner to pick the next omorashi scenario I deliberately put myself in so I can write about it here. Obligatory description phase! I don't change much :P. I'm in the upper-mid 5ft range and too lazy to measure myself exactly, and I fluctuate between like 100-110 pounds. Yes yes, I know, too skinny. I've been doing workouts to try and build some actual muscle mass, but not too much, I like being really lean and thin, I just don't like being called a twig like its an insult :(. I'm 22 years old as of last wednesday. Long dark hair, a nose stud, and several tattoos ranging in areas from my chest and collarbone areas, wrists, back, and ankles. Not telling what they are! They are super identifiable and I'm not looking for stalkers. I'm also as pale as a snowy winter day. On this particular day I was wearing a black star wars T-shirt, grey pajama pants that kind of looked like sweatpants, a pair of white panties, and a pair of super aesthetic black socks with rainbow stripes. Now to tell you about my day! It was a day just like any other in my new apartment, essentially just sitting around playing video games all day. It was warm, and I was having a lot to drink. Like, a LOT. Mainly because for some weird reason, I had a headache and I was out of Tylenol but drinking cold water was making the headache a lot more tolerable. I'm no doctor, but if it works I keep doing this. Eventually, as logic dictates, I needed to pee. Because you know, that's what happens. I didn't INTEND to do a hold that day but fate had other plans in store for me, as when I reached the squirming-and-about-to-leak stage after refilling the pitcher I had at my desk, I moved to get up again so I could use the bathroom....BUT. I received a call on Discord. Meet Kaylee. Kaylee is getting into the PC gaming scene. However, her PC is a toaster. However x2, she doesn't know the first thing about basic computer operation. Kaylee bought CS:GO. Kaylee tried to change her resolution low when her monitor is actually a 16:9 TV and had no idea why her screen was suddenly black when she tried to play the game. Meet me. The poor sucker that was about to get sucked into tech support duty. You see, this wasn't as simple as telling her what folder her config file was in. This is like, your grandparents level of needing tech support. I also didn't know where it was by default given I'm not a big CS:GO player, so it was bound to be an adventure. "Kaylee I'll help you, but I've REALLY gotta pee, I'll be right back." "No no! This will only take a few seconds and I wanna play :(" You see friends, what you have right there is an excuse for an omo-fanatic to torture themselves. A normal person would have told Kaylee to fuck off for 20 seconds. I just took a sip of my water to ease my head pain and said "Fine." First I got her to screenshare so I could see her screen. I could see CS:GO but she couldn't, because it was her tv not supporting the resolution that was the problem, not the system. For about 10 minutes I tried to guide her mouse. Wasn't working. By the end of that I was sitting on my heel, rocking back and forth in my rocking chair gritting my teeth. I was slightly irritable from the growing pressure in my bladder and far too impatient for something so meticulous. Around this time I might have brought up my situation in the site chat. I finished my glass of water, and poured another. Counter-intuitive to holding it in until we were finished the call, yes, but my head hurt and the water helped. But god I had to pee. Next step was to try and find the config folder that every game on earth has. But lo and behold, couldn't find one in the general location. Her steam wasn't in her program files. "Where did you install Steam?" "I dunno. :D" I was so frustrated I leaked. That's not even an exaggeration, the eyeroll at the ceiling and the distraught groan took enough off my senses that I felt my panties grow warm. Like a flash I had my hand between my legs, and feeling it against my fingers was enough to tell me it had made it through to the pants. I wiped my fingers off on my knee, but went back to pressing the heel of my hand against my crotch while rocking in my chair. At this point I was literally sweating from the effort of holding it in, once or twice using my right hand to wipe off my forehead while holding myself with my left. The feeling in my bladder was ridiculous, and I could feel the muscles in my pelvic floor wavering, LITERALLY wavering like when you're holding something heavy and your arms start to shake. I had no choice but to battle through it. "Kaylee, listen I need to go to the bathroom like right now so I'll be ba--" "Nooo! One more second we just need to find the file right? And change it and we'll be done." Fast forward a few more agonizing minutes, and I find her steam is installed to her desktop. Her DESKTOP. It was a mess. I'm pretty sure some things were outright missing. It was like looking at a massacre. A literal massacre. I was so frustrated I could scream, and I needed to pee so fucking BADLY I could cry. Frantically looking around her desktop for the thing I was looking for, my entire body tensed up, and I could feel my bladder tightening and tightening trying to let something out. You know the feeling I mean, where you literally lock down as hard as possible just tensing, and your bladder is fighting back against you to force it out, and more often than not manages to leak it out? That happened to me and I quickly shut my mic off momentarily as I loudly groaned in protest, feeling a sizable leak painfully force its way out of me and into my pants. Looking down, I saw the grey darken, and could feel a bit of warmth pooling in my underwear and pants around my rear end. I clutched myself with both hands and waited for the wave to pass. Then it hit me like a freight train, how stupid I was. I told her to open Steam, right click CSGO, go to properties and go to local files. I was so distracted by needing to piss like a racehorse that I forgot the easiest solution on earth. I had her go to the cfg folder and start clicking around. I was on the brink, I needed to have this done now or never. Bouncing up and down in my chair I started getting mad, none of the cfg files that were there had graphic and video settings. It dawned on me dreadfully. These were all for control settings. All of them. And my bladder was seconds away from giving out, I could feel it tensing up again ready to spill and I knew I wouldn't be able to properly fight it this time. "Kaylee I'll be rig--" "But--" "Kaylee I'm about to piss my fucking pa--" I clicked my mic off, tossing my headset aside and shooting up before I could finish my sentence. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I make a lot of noise when trying to hold it, so I switched my mic off in advance of the self begging. "Oh god fuck fuck noplease fuck no" It started to force its way out. Through me, through my panties, through my pants, into my fingers. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I started violently moaning and lurching, bouncing and trying to hold it back. It didn't help, it just made it worse. The leak became a stream that almost hurt to try and stop, and I could feel my pants quickly growing warm and sopping. Realizing my chair was fabric, I jumped out and landed on my floor, on my knees. One hand gripping my desk, one hand on the floor, both keeping me upright. Upon hitting the floor, my bladder DROPPED and I full on exploded. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't, it was like unscrewing the cap on a firehydrant. PSSSSSSSH. My pajamas were soaked in seconds, and I had a huge puddle expanding underneath me at a rate that it might as well have been my own personal tsunami. I continually shuddered and lurched and loudly moaned (I'm very vocal when I lose it) until I was empty. Eventually I managed to get upright, wiping my hand that was overtaken by the lake on the front of my absolutely destroyed pants; I had managed to soak them completely, front and back, as is usually the case with me. It was hard to find a dry spot. Cleaning this up would end up sopping an entire towel. I put my headset back on and told Kaylee that I had to suddenly leave anyway because I had to rush across the apartment to answer my phone. I stayed kneeling in my pee puddle and soaked pants until I had solved her issue. The CSGO graphics cfg is in userdata, not the install folder. I was so goddamn angry. So. Goddamn. Angry. Had her change the resolution to 1600x900 and all was good. "Okay [Name Redacted], sorry for being so impatient and keeping you here and bothering you so much! You can go pee now!" "Oh don't worry I did all that when I went to go get the phone." "Kay! Talk to you later!" And that was that. I cleaned up the mess, tossed my pj's in the clothes basket, and watched some JoJo's after taking care of various other needs, like [redacted] and food. I hope you all enjoyed! Thank you for reading! Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message or whatever, I love you all! <3 If you're new to the Kozmoverse and you liked this post enough that you're like "Aw gosh darn gee willikers, I wish there was more!" then you're in luck, because this stuff happens to me a decent bit often. Here are other experiences I've had and written about: Trying to number them chronologically in brackets Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) (Third?) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom (This one was the first) Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! (Fifth?) Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! (My second experience I posted I think?) Wet myself at the University (Gonna guess the fourth) Don't remember the order of the ones not numbered. After all those people were liking my writing so much I started literally putting myself into omorashi situations at request, just so I could write more instead of waiting to have an unintentional accident. Thus spawned the Kozmo-Lotto, where people would roll a d100 and whomever had the closest number to a secret number I myself had rolled by the end of the week would get to choose an omorashi scenario for me to put myself into, which I would write about afterwards. Here are the resulting experiences from the four that have happened. This fourth one has the record of being the highest rated post in the history of Omorashi.org! 93 upvotes and counting! Okay that should be enough shameless self-plugging. Enough new viewers have started to ask if I've written more to the point I just tack them all onto my posts now. :P Again, thank you all for coming and reading! ^^~ <3
  25. Yesterday morning, my girlfriend (Lesbians) challenged me not to pee in the toilet for 24 hours. The other rules were I had to drink four liters of water throughout the day, and I couldn't pee the same way twice. She would be the judge of what the "same way" meant. Here's the progression of how the day went. 7:00 AM: We just woke up, and the challenge is made. I gladly agreed, and we both made our way to the bathroom. I watched her wee in the toilet as she grinned at me, and I stepped into the bathtub. I spread my legs, and she rubbed me as I let it out over her hand and into the tub. 10:00 AM: I had two bottles of water already and I was feeling the need to go. We were on the couch watching Game of Thrones at the time, and I decided to hold it until the show was over so as not to cause a distraction. I was bouncing in my seat by the time the credits rolled, and she finally noticed it. I leaned back on the couch and slid my PJ bottoms down, taking the large glass off the table which had contained my last half-liter of water. I placed it between my legs and started filling it. She was wearing a black T-shirt and panties, her usual in-house attire, and she started playing with herself as I went. I filled the cup and stood to pour it out in the toilet, and stuck it under me again; I still needed to go. But she told me... "No! You already peed in a cup, even if you didn't finish, it counts!" She took the cup away from me and went to wash it. I decided I could wait for the second half of my pee, and sat back on the couch. 12:30 PM: After she washed the glass, she sat back on the couch and put on Captain America 2, as we planned on seeing Age of Ultron later that night and were in a big Marvel mood. I was bursting after two more hours, during the final battle of the movie. I had no choice but to pause. I found myself already having difficulty thinking of a place to pee. She said a bottle was too similar to the glass. Finally I had an idea, and she followed me into the kitchen. I dropped my PJ bottoms again and jumped onto the sink, and started weeing almost instantly. She started kissing me and touching me. I peed for a long while, but finally we got back to the movie. 4:00 PM: Since it was becoming harder to come up with ideas where to pee, I decided to wait as long as I could. I still had to drink my water, I was at two and a half liters now. Three and a half hours passed since I went in the sink, and I reached my limit. I was shaking, holding myself, even leaking a little before I just had to let it go. I already knew what I was going to do, but I wanted to put it off just as a safety. I hobbled into the bedroom and changed out of my PJs and into a long sun dress, that reached quite a bit below my knees and almost touched the ground. She followed me into the back yard and I barely made it down the stairs before I started wetting myself. I opened my legs, and the panties kept it from spraying out and hitting the dress. Anyone watching from outside would see nothing over the fence, but she had full audio and visual of the hissing and splattering on the concrete walk. I almost collapsed from the relief of that one, and we went back inside. 5:30 PM: Time to leave for the movie, which started at 6. I knew what I had to do. I ran into Walgreens and bought a small pack of adult diapers. It was the first time I had ever used them, and they aren't a part of our fetish, but if I were to adhere to her rule throughout the movie, they were the only choice. I pulled a pair on under the sun dress that I still wore, and she made me drink two more bottles of water as we drove, bringing me up to three and a half liters. I already felt pressure as we walked into the theater and purchased the tickets. We sat down all the way in the back of the small theater, and as the previews finished, I was already jiggling in my seat. This was the best kind of theater, one of those small five-room ones where there was nobody in there after opening weekend, and even less so on weekdays. The only other person was a lone man all the way in the front and on the other side. We might as well have been in different towns. It also has those brilliant cup holders that go up and down, allowing us to cuddle as much as we wanted. I was too preoccupied with my bladder, but she leaned into me and wouldn't let go of my tits for the first hour of the film. I was sweating after an hour and a half. My legs were clamped shut and my bladder was throbbing, I had to grind myself against the seat to keep it in. Of course, I could have peed by now, but I knew that she would not allow me to wee in the diaper twice, and besides; it would probably overflow if I tried. She must have known I was on the verge, because she kicked up the cup holders on the rest of the seats in the row and spread out across them, giving both her arms full access to my body. She started pressing into my bladder with a fist and kissing it, obviously way more interested in me than the movie. I was just sitting there thinking "And now I'll have to pay another fifteen pounds so we can pay attention to the bloody film." I couldn't complain much though, as despite the pressure, it felt AMAZING. I gave up on the movie and leaned back, letting her go to town on my bladder. She pulled the dress up and pushed on it harder, and started moaning quietly against my leg. I couldn't see in the darkness, but I knew she was getting herself off to me. I was horny as possible as well, but the diaper prevented me doing much about it, it was too tight to get a hand in. This went on for another fifteen minutes before I lost control. I grasped her wrist and navigated it to the front of the diaper, which was quickly swelling in size. I was glad I bought max-absorbancy, any less wouldn't have done the job. Still I had to cut it off with more to go, because I felt the pee welling up inside of it, ready to leak out. I whispered to her to let it settle for a minute, then she tore the side tabs and let it fall open. I was SOAKED, and it took me less than a minute to come once she started going at my clit and G-Spot. We watched the remainder of the movie in a haze, wrapped the diaper in a plastic bag and put it in my purse, and left the theater. 10:30 PM: I was tired from my efforts that day, but I was desperate again and needed to let it out before I slept. I had finished my four liters, and it would be my last pee before the morning, and the challenge's end. But she had me by the balls, despite my complete lack of said balls. I couldn't go in the tub, or the sink, or a bottle or cup, outside, or in one of the remaining five diapers. I thought of many things, but all of the thoughts ended in the same problem: I didn't want to ruin any of our stuff. We talked about peeing on furniture, houseplants, curtains and whatnot before, but both of our neat-freak-ness greatly outclassed our fetishes, and all of these things were resounding nopes. By 11 I was truly afraid of wetting myself. Some people say animals can sense their owner's feelings. This was nearly proven to me last night, when right as I was on the verge of giving up, my cat Gipsy jumped on my legs. He startled me and I squirted a bit through the dress, but the solution hit me instantly. I stood and shambled pathetically into the bathroom, where I pulled the spare, clean cat pan from under the sink. I filled it with fresh litter and tore off my dress just as Girlfriend entered the room, looking at me stunned and saying "Fuckin' 'ell, Bulge_Lover, are you honestly going to do that?" I just giggled as I squatted over the catpan and burst into it, saturating every inch of the sand. It amused me that she looked more surprised / amazed at my audacity than turned on by it, but I didn't care, I found relief and thought I had completed the challenge. We were awake another two hours, having fun with each other, before I fell asleep. 5:00 AM: I woke up as desperate as I had ever felt. I immediately squeezed my hands between my legs and inhaled. I thought it had been long enough since I drank before the cat litter last night, but I was wrong apparently. I absentmindedly got up and headed for the toilet, and I only remembered the challenge when I saw the cat litter still sitting along the wall of the loo. I whispered up a storm of cursewords. Girlfriend is a very heavy sleeper, a nuke going off in the yard probably wouldn't wake her. I could have easily gone to the toilet without her knowing, but I have my dignity. I climbed back into bed with her and opened my legs. My bladder was throbbing, and I apologized to myself in my head. Accidents happen, and we've had the same mattress for five years anyway. Time for a new, better one. I closed my eyes and burst through my PJs into the bed. 7:00 AM: Challenge completed, alarm rings, Girlfriend shrieks. I fake ignorance, stating that it "must have just happened" as I slept. She wasn't mad, actually a little turned on. We flipped the mattress and plan on going out for a new one later today. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed.