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  1. On the day of the first exploratory journey into the atmosphere of Avalon, Sebastian and his two passengers - Miranda, the team's meteorologist and Cordelia, the life sciences specialist - gathered in the crew refectory for a pre-flight briefing. "The shuttle is designed primarily for trips between the ship and the surface that take less than an hour" said Sebastian. "Passengers are strapped in their seats for the whole flight so obviously there are no toilets on board. "But as you know, on this trip we're going to be be descending from orbit into Avalon's atmosphere, making detailed observations at low altitude and then climbing back to the ship again. The whole flight is going to take about six hours. Adult nappies are an option...." "No way am I wearing one of those!" exclaimed Cordelia. "Me neither!" said Miranda vehemently. "In that case, are you both OK with wetting yourselves when you need to?" They nodded. No problem there. "Fine by me, but there are some things you definitely wouldn't want to do in your pants. Are you sure you're both going to be all right on that score?" The girls nodded again. They had already thought of that and taken care of it. "Right then. Time for Ariel's special brew!" The serving hatch in the wall opened and two large glasses of liquid appeared. "Drink up, this stuff is guaranteed to prevent space sickness." It turned out to be slightly sweet but with a pleasant citrus flavour. Sebastian watched the girls drink it all down. Then, with a wicked grin, he added "It's also guaranteed to make you pee an awful lot!" -------------- Sebastian led the way to the shuttle docking bay. It was the first time Miranda had seen the ship-to-surface shuttle - back on Earth they had been transported to the Lagrange space station on one of the much larger regular shuttles. This one was short and compact with a fuselage consisting of a small cabin forward of the fusion reactor casing. At present its stubby wings were partly retracted into the fuselage below floor level. No windows of course; the cabin walls would display a 360 degree view of the outside world and screens at their seats would show the terrain beneath them. Standing by the shuttle door, Sebastian paused. "One final thing. Once we leave the ship's gravitational field we'll be weightless for a while so if you think you might need to pee soon, best do it here. We really don't want half a litre of urine floating around the cabin in little droplets - a golden shower wouldn't even begin to describe it!" Cordelia promptly squatted on her haunches, lifted up up her short white tunic and and wet her blue panties, two or three streams merging into a puddle between her feet. Miranda was already feeling the need for a pee after the drink in the refectory. She squatted down and tried to relieve herself but, with the others standing waiting for her, she just couldn't get started. The more she tried the more her body refused to co-operate. Bladder shyness, at the worst possible time!. "Um.....looks like I don't need to pee just yet" she mumbled in embarrassment. "OK then, let's go" said Sebastian, stooping to enter the shuttle by its midships door. "Turn left for first class" murmured Cordelia ironically, viewing the spartan cabin dimly lit by its glowing ceiling. Its three seats each consisted of fine-mesh webbing stretched over a lightweight tubular frame that was bolted to the metal floor. "Everything is designed to minimise mass" Sebastian explained. "But don't worry, the seats aren't as uncomfortable as they look. And you won't end up sitting in a puddle when you've wet yourself." He took the centre seat that faced the ship's flight console, a side-stick controller on each armrest. Behind him, Miranda took the left hand seat and Cordelia sat on the other side of the central aisle, both girls making sure their tunics were spread out clear of their panties. -------------- The shuttle was drifting slowly away from the spaceship. Miranda was finding that weightlessness only increased her need for a pee. She tried to concentrate on the view outside but the cabin walls showed only pitch darkness with the occasional pinpoint light from a distant star. Mistaking Miranda's apparent tension for nerves, Cordelia gave her a reassuring smile. "As we've just left the ship, we're travelling at the same speed as it is - that's about 15,000 miles per hour relative to the planet's surface" said Sebastian. "If we hit Avalon's atmosphere at that speed we'd burn up so first we need to do a lot of slowing down. As we do so, Avalon's gravitational pull will cause us to lose altitude. We need to get the balance between forward speed and rate of descent exactly right when we enter Avalon's upper atmosphere but don't worry - Ariel is doing all the difficult sums!" "How long will we be weightless?" asked Miranda in a worried voice. "About twenty minutes. After that, I'll change the engine thrust vector from reducing our forward speed to stopping us falling too fast and then it will feel like normal gravity again." Twenty minutes! Could she wait that long? Her bladder was now sending urgent signals. On the spaceship she had fallen into the habit of wetting her panties as soon as she felt any need so she was rather out of practice at holding on. Sebastian pulled back on the left-hand stick, the shuttle began to slow and Miranda felt herself being pushed forward against her harness, increasing the pressure on her bladder. He moved the other stick to the right and the craft commenced a long, banked turn and Avalon's curved horizon came into view on Cordelia's side, the haze of its atmosphere visible above the rim, backlit by the still hidden sun. Miranda bit her lip. How long had it been? Much more importantly, how long still to go? The shuttle gave a brief shiver. "We're just beginning to enter Avalon's atmosphere" Sebastian said. "Its very thin at this altitude, just wisps of gas, but it will get denser as we descend and that will also help us to slow down. There was now just one thought hammering through Miranda's mind as she crossed and re-crossed her legs; 'I must not pee yet! I must not pee yet!' The shuttle was shuddering continuously now. Sebastian moved his right hand slightly, the craft rolled back to horizontal and the planet became visible on both sides of the craft, in daylight now with fluffy white clouds just discernible far below them. Miranda slipped a hand between her legs and held herself tight. Cordelia glanced across. "Are you all right?" "I need to pee so badly!" Miranda murmured in distress. A tear rolled down her cheek. Sebastian heard her. "Do you want me to hurry up the descent? It'll be a bit bumpy if I do." "Yes please!" Miranda begged. Cordelia reached across and gave her free hand a comforting squeeze. The shuttle 's nose-down pitch increased, the shuddering became a buffeting and the craft bucked and yawed like a trapped animal. The descent seemed to Miranda, who now had both hands crammed between her tightly crossed legs, to be lasting an eternity. In fact it lasted too long. Cordelia saw pee start to spray through the fabric of Miranda's seat, forced downwards initially but soon slowing and breaking up into a cloud of glistening droplets suspended in mid-air. Miranda buried her face in her hands and sobbed in shame and embarrassment. The craft started to level out and the sensation of normal gravity gradually returned . The suspended droplets began to drift hesitantly towards the floor around Miranda's seat. Sebastian called out over his shoulder "OK Miranda, you can pee now!" He turned to make sure she was OK. She was still wetting herself but now the pee cascading through the webbing of her seat was falling and splashing noisily on to the metal floor. He gave her a cheerful grin. "That's an impressive flood!" he said. "I'm glad you managed to hold on until now!" Cordelia gave Miranda a conspiratorial wink. -------------- They had been flying above Avalon for nearly four hours, Cordelia and Miranda busily observing, recording and making notes whilst Sebastian focused on navigating the shuttle and avoiding any unfortunate mishaps, such as over-familiarity with any of the planet's mountain ranges. Fortunately for them, Ariel had already built up a comprehensive database of observations from the orbiting space craft and was continuously feeding telemetry to her onboard self to display, advise and, if needs be, to intervene to keep her children safe. Sebastian had been right about the side-effects of Ariel's special brew. For the third time Cordelia paused in her work and sat with a faraway expression whilst pee poured through the fabric of her panties and the webbing of her seat to pool on the metal floor. Miranda's bladder muscles still ached from her earlier near-disaster so she had been making no effort at control, continuously leaking and spurting into her already saturated panties whilst she worked, her pee trickling through her seat to patter and drip on to the floor beneath her. They had made a series of supersonic sprints starting at the north pole and heading towards the equator. Between each sprint they slowed to a low-altitude dawdle to sample the atmosphere and observe the land vegetation at different latitudes. These confirmed Cordelia's earlier observations from the orbiting spaceship, a rich variety of vegetation ranging from the tundra of the polar regions to an equatorial belt of tropical rainforests. Unsurprisingly, Cordelia did not recognise any of the specific plant species but overall it looked remarkably like Earth. In the equatorial region she caught an occasional glimpse of what looked like large, brightly coloured dragonflies but there were no other signs of animal life. Bassanio would be on tomorrow's overflight and it would, she thought, be interesting to see what he might discover in the planet's oceans. Smiling mischievously to herself, she made a mental note to recommend drinking plenty of Ariel's special brew. Eventually, Sebastian announced that it was time to leave Avalon's atmosphere and return to the orbiting spaceship. There was a chorus of protest from the girls. "But there's so much more to see!" "We're getting such fantastic data!" Sebastian was firm. "We're coming up to an ideal slot for intercepting the ship in orbit and it will be two more hours before we get another opportunity. And, at the rate you girls are wetting yourselves, it'll be up to our ankles by then!" "Remind me, whose idea was it for us to drink all that special brew?" Miranda asked innocently. Sebastian chose to ignore the question. "Anyway, I'm getting hungry!" "Next time I'll make you a sandwich!" retorted Cordelia. "Its a deal!" Sebastian laughed. "But now it's time to get going. You'd better stop swigging from those water bottles because we're going to be weightless again once we're in orbit. Time for one last pee if you need to, then I'll get the cabin floor cleaned up. Reluctantly, the girls stowed away their screens and notepads. Cordelia sat back in her seat and added a fourth stream of pee to the flood beneath her. Miranda wished she had had more notice of the imminent return to weightlessness - she would have stopped chugging water from her bottle much earlier. She managed to squeeze out a few drops but she was all too aware that there was going to be a lot more in the pipeline. Sebastian touched an icon and a cleaning cube appeared and bustled around the cabin, leaving a completely dry floor in its wake. Sebastian pushed the left-hand side-stick forward. The hum of the fusion reactor became a distant roar and the shuttle accelerated fiercely. He slid the right hand stick slowly back and the craft gradually pitched nose-up until they were leaning back in their seats at a 45 degree angle. A brief shudder as they pierced the clouds then, still climbing steeply they accelerated to supersonic, then hypersonic, speeds. It was, Miranda thought, rather exhilarating. On the cabin walls the girls saw Avalon's surface rapidly recede beneath them, the curve of the planet's horizon becoming more pronounced and the sky gradually darkening from blue to pitch black. Weightlessness returned - and with it Miranda's need for a pee. 'This is bloody ridiculous!' she thought angrily. 'It can't have been twenty minutes since the last time'. Mortified by the idea that Sebastian might insist in her wearing a nappy on future flights, she was determined not to admit that she might be in trouble for a second time. "Sebastian, how long until we're docked?" she asked in what she hoped sounded like a conversational tone of voice. Cordelia looked across at her and raised an eyebrow. Miranda gave her a bright smile. "It will take about twenty minutes to catch up with the ship, then a bit longer whilst we match our speed and position precisely so that the davits can lock on and haul us in" Sebastian replied. Once again the view outside was just inky blackness punctuated by occasional points of light but eventually the shuttle began to slowly overtake the spaceship in its orbit, creeping forward along its huge flank towards the docking bay. Sebastian juggled with the two side-sticks, the docking bay door slid open and the davits locked on to the shuttle with a clang. The hum of the reactor died away and the craft was pulled into its dock. The sensation of gravity returned. Miranda tried to look relaxed and unhurried as she collected together her notepads and recording devices whilst the docking bay was re-pressurising. Then Sebastian released the door and the three of them walked out on to the loading bay where the other five crew-members were waiting to greet them. Whilst Sebastian and Cordelia answered their clamorous questions - "How did it go?" "What did you see?" - Miranda stood silently beside them, pee streaming down the insides of her legs and pooling around her bare feet.
  2. Ondinist

    Avalon

    Perdita and Sebastian stood staring at the image of the planet that filled the huge viewing screen whilst data on its mass, gravity, atmosphere, temperature and other metrics scrolled alongside. Still watching the screen intently, Perdita spread her legs and peed on the floor. She gave Sebastian a mischievous smile as he stood waiting politely for her to finish - she knew how much he liked it when she wet herself. Then she walked over to the Intelligence console, leaving a trail of droplets from her soaked panties. Flicking the hem of her short tunic clear, she sat at the desk and started to review the data, her slim, manicured fingers flicking deftly over touchscreens, keypads and thought sensors. She turned to him and smiled. "Its looking good" she said. "I think we should ask Ariel to wake the others". Behind them, a rectangle sketched itself on to what had been a featureless wall. The rectangle became an open slot and a small, flat, boxlike device emerged. Hovering an inch or so above the floor, it scooted over to the puddle in front of the viewing screen. The puddle shrank and disappeared, the device returned to its slot and the wall was once again blank. -------------- The spaceship had been wandering the galaxy for a very long time - how long depended on your point of view. On Earth, thousands of years had passed since the ship had uncoupled from the Lagrange space station and launched out into deep space but the ship had been travelling at close to light speed so the search for a planet suitable for colonisation had lasted only a couple of hundred years on board. During that time, Ariel, the ship's Intelligence - the archaic word 'computer' would be totally inadequate to describe her - had, with motherly care, kept the eight humans on board in a state of suspended animation whilst the ship's systems managed, monitored and, on the rare occasions it was necessary, repaired themselves. Ariel was the ship and the ship was Ariel. Now, its exterior scarred and pitted and still with a thin dusting of frozen hydrogen on the areas that were shadowed from the alien sun, the ship was in orbit around a promising looking planet and Ariel had gently brought Perdita and Sebastian back to life, back to consciousness. On behalf of their fellow passengers, their task would be to confirm Ariel's analysis that the planet beneath them was indeed suitable to become their new home. -------------- Two weeks since their Reawakening - they were still using Earth's parameters to measure time - Viola lay in bed, thinking about the day ahead. Each of the eight crew members had spent the previous days reviewing Ariel's data from the standpoint of their own specialist skills. This morning they would all meet to share their findings and plan towards an eventual trip to the planet's surface. Beside her, Lysander was still asleep. Viola needed to pee but she felt disinclined to get up just yet. Instead she stretched languorously and let her mind drift back with erotic pleasure to last night's lovemaking whilst she wet the bed. -------------- At Perdita's request, Ariel had configured the ship's meeting room theatre-style, with four pairs of chairs facing a lectern on a podium in front of the viewing screen. The other couples drifted in. It went without saying that they were all physically near-perfect specimens of humanity, each with the light coffee-coloured skin and lustrous, dark wavy hair that were now the norm everywhere on Earth. All of them were barefoot and were wearing the short, comfortable, lightweight belted tunics that were the usual indoor clothes both on Earth and on board a spaceship. With perfectly regulated temperatures and humidities there was no need for anything else apart from panties or male briefs. When the voyage was being planned, Ariel had built up detailed psychological profiles of prospective crew members to ensure that the personalities of each of the four couples she selected were perfect matches for each other and that all eight of them would work successfully together as a team. And Ariel's analysis had identified another trait that they had in common - all the girls liked to wet themselves and all the boys liked it when they did so. Ariel approved - their shared trait would be another useful factor in building a cohesive team. And in any case, to her it seemed perfectly logical. The ship's interior cleaning systems were 100% efficient so why waste time going to the lavatory just for a pee? -------------- Perdita called the meeting to order and gave a brief introduction, then invited Orlando and Miranda to the lectern to describe the planet and its atmosphere. Orlando spoke first. The geological structure of the planet was, he explained, remarkably Earth-like. Images and graphics flashed up on the huge screen behind him. The planet was slightly smaller than Earth so gravity was about 95% of that on Earth. It's axis of rotation was not tilted - Earth is unusual in that respect - so there were no seasonal variations, and a complete day/night cycle took about 20 hours. Standing beside Orlando whilst he was giving his part of the presentation, Miranda's mind had wandered on to how urgently she needed to pee. She really should have taken care of it earlier, she thought. She didn't want to part her legs and piss on the podium floor whilst Orlando was talking nor was wetting herself a planned part of her own presentation. She told herself she would just have to wait until she was back in her seat. She could do it there, no problem. The end of Orlando's part of their presentation suddenly jerked Miranda's mind back to the present. Already Ariel was flashing up graphics showing the chemical composition of the atmosphere - about 80% inert nitrogen, most of the rest oxygen, some carbon dioxide and traces of various other gases - much like Earth, in fact. "Um....weather systems....." she was bursting! ".....similar to Earth....driven by hot air rising at the Equator...upper air flows towards the Poles converted by the Coriolis effect into a west-to-east flow at mid latitudes...." she felt her panties dampen and something trickled down her left thigh ".....polar regions around zero Celsius...." Somehow she reached the end of her presentation without completely losing control and Perdita, who had been noticing her inability to stand still, gave her a conspiratorial grin as she called Cordelia and Bassanio to outline the biology of the planet. Miranda hurried back to her seat, Orlando following. By now, everybody else was paying attention to Cordelia's description of the planet's life-forms - a rich variety of plant life but no sign of any animals - but Orlando noticed Miranda lift her tunic slightly as she sat down followed, a moment later, by an expanding puddle as she soaked her pretty little panties and the seat beneath her. He put his arm around her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. -------------- It was been a long meeting, with much discussion and many questions to the experts in each field, supplemented by information and advice from Ariel, given in her soft, low voice that seemed to come from all sides of the room at once. When it eventually ended and they were filing out of the room, Miranda noticed that hers was not the only chair with a large wet patch. They had agreed that Sebastian would pilot the ship-to-surface shuttle on a series of flights through the lower atmosphere to build up their knowledge of the planet before they attempted a first landing on its surface. Miranda and Cordelia would be passengers on the first overflight, taking a closer look at the planet's atmosphere and life forms. Finally, Perdita had announced the result of their competition to name their potential new home. There was a clear winner, voted for by almost everybody. The planet would be known to them as Avalon. Author's note This story is the first of a possible new series. Like my earlier Valerie series, each story would be self-contained but would also form part of a sequence. Feedback welcome. If you think the idea is worth continuing with, suggestions for future plot lines would be much appreciated. What awaits them on the planet's surface?
  3. Alex Oxford

    Other Cam Models?

    Hi everyone, For a minute now there has been a thread for a a cam girl, and several other models have been mentioned in that thread. However, due to the nature of the thread, and some of the rules imposed by moderators, the links and references to other models were removed, which I perfectly understand. However, I still remain curious has to who these other cam models are. Are there other cam models that are willing to do omo content? And if so, who? While I understand there may be rules that apply to this request, as there were before due to the issues that came up, I think it would be great to know the other individuals in the industry that are willing to put omo content on their shows. I'm definitely interested in knowing who else is out there, and if the other thread was not appropriate for mentioning them, perhaps this one will be, as long as there are no objections :)
  4. Hey everyone. This is just a short story I wrote up on my phone today while I myself was relaxing on the beach. Hope you all enjoy. ***** "Hey Izzy, can we go soon? I kinda gotta pee," Penelope said, crossing her legs on the large towel that the two women were laying on. It was late in the afternoon at the Jersey shore, at a lesser-populated section of beach that stretched in front of a large residential area. Near Seaside and the pier, you couldn't walk two feet without bumping into anyone. Here, while there were people around, they were more spread out in clusters with their friends or family. "I gotta go too," Isabel muttered. "We really just got here though, and it's a long walk back. Let's just do it in the ocean." "We can't go in the water, there's no lifeguard here," Penelope stated. "I think they left at five." "Like that matters, we're only going in up to the vag and it's a super calm day. C'mon, I gotta go." Penelope and Isabel were vacationing here from Pennsylvania, staying at a summer rental for three weeks. Their parents had fucked off to Atlantic City, but they were nineteen and twenty, so rather than sit around the lobby of a casino with nothing to do aside from peck on questionable sushi, they elected to stay in the area, go shopping, and eventually hit the beach. They stood up together and placed their heavy cooler and purses on the towel to stop it from blowing away. They had only been at the beach for an hour, but the two of them had gone through plenty of water and more than a couple of wine coolers each. Yes, they weren't of legal drinking age, but their parents were Spaniards and cared little for the more ridiculous American laws, unlike the casinos. Isabel yelped and jumped as a cool wave surrounded her ankles, and Penelope followed her in. They waded until the waterline was around their hips, gasping periodically as small waves splashed them when they weren't ready for it. "Alright, we're good here," Penelope muttered. She closed her eyes and tried to relax her bladder. It took a moment, but her muscles calmed down and she was just about to start peeing when Isabel slapped her lightly on the arm. "Penny, look..." Penelope opened her eyes. Isabel tilted her head towards the shore. Penelope turned her gaze, and immediately noticed that more than half the people on the beach were staring straight at them. Not only were they the only people in the water for miles, but they were two young, athletic Spanish women wearing nothing but matching red bikinis. They were certainly first in line for the title of 'Center of Attention.' "I can't pee like this," Isabel whispered with a nervous giggle. She couldn't be heard over the wind and waves, but her mouth movement combined with sibling telepathy was more than enough for Penelope. "I mean...we're just standing here, they probably already think that's what we're doing. Might as well actually do it," Penelope offered. "And this was your idea in the first place." "It just won't come out," Isabel whined, bouncing slightly in the water." "Fuck, I can't do it either now," Penelope sighed. "Let's get out of here before a patrol guy comes past and tells us off for going in the ocean without a lifeguard." The two women trudged out of the ocean and back to their towel. "We have to go back to the rental," Isabel muttered. "Come on, load up the stuff." "I don't wanna walk that far when I need to pee this bad," Penelope complained. "It already hurts, let alone when I'm moving and after that much time." "It's really that bad?" Isabel asked her sister. The younger woman nodded, her legs held tightly together. "I didn't wanna leave too soon but I've been pretty desperate for a while." "It's getting there for me too I guess," Isabel sighed. "I guess we should wait till we have to go even worse, then it'll be easier to pee in the ocean." "Fine," Penelope conceded. "Shouldn't be long. Here, let's drink something else, make it even quicker." She opened the cooler and tossed a water bottle to Isabel, then took one for herself. They sat on the towel and quickly drank their bottles, placed the empties back in the cooler, and laid down on the towel. Twenty minutes passed. Isabel and Penelope were both squirming in place while playing with their phones, trying to stay subtle but failing more and more as time flowed on. "I have a pee belly," Penelope moaned suddenly. Isabel turned her head. Her sister had her right hand on her stomach, which was protruding visibly. "Damn, that's a lot of whiz," she giggled. "Think you're ready for the ocean? I'm kinda bursting here." "Yeah, let's try again." They both stood up once more, but this time the motion caused their bladders to throb powerfully and suddenly. They yelped and moved to hold themselves, only stopping once they realized that a pervert or two may still have eyes on them. "Hurryhurryhurry..." They shoved their phones back in their purses and weighed down the towel again, then waddled to the water's edge. A minute later, they were waist-deep once more. "Holy shit, I need to pee so bad," Penelope cried. "Do it," Isabel told her. "I'M TRYING!" Isabel reached her hand over and shoved Penelope's stomach. She shrieked and stepped back, nearly falling over into the water. "Stop, people might seeeee," she finished with an extended whine. "I'm gonna squeeze it out of you if you don't pee right now," Isabel threatened. "Well, are you peeing?" Penelope countered. "....No." "Then shut up." "I don't get it, we're both so desperate, why can't we do it?" Penelope groaned, bending slightly below the surface and finally holding herself. "We've never gone with people looking at us. Even if they can't really SEE, it's still super weird." "Well I can't hold it until we get back to the rental at this point. I'll really wet myself," Isabel mumbled, her face growing very worried. "Me too," Penelope responded, empathy in her voice. "What are we gonna do?" "Well, let's get out of the water, obviously this isn't going to fucking work." Still totally unrelieved, they shambled out of the surf once more, fighting hard not to appear as frantic as they really were. They made it back to their towel, but neither one laid back down. "SO WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?" Isabel repeated loudly, her voice cracking slightly. "Sssshhhhh," Penelope hissed. She looked around, not sure what for, but her eyes found it anyway. "Look. There." Isabel turned and saw it. The lifeguard chair, tilted on its back as it always was when unoccupied, facing away from the ocean a few dozen meters away from them. "What about it?" "The chair is cover from this side," Penelope explained. "The dunes are cover from the other side. If we go behind there we should just be able to pull our bikinis aside and pee in the sand under the chair with nobody seeing us." Isabel blinked at the chair. "What...what if people come over the dunes? The chair's right in front of a walkway." "It's later in the afternoon. More than half the people who were here when we got here have left. I don't think anyone else will show up." "Okay...we can try." Without wasting one second, the women made a beeline for the tipped chair. They struggled to walk on the soft, dry sand, the already unstable ground made ten times worse by their bursting bladders. Finally they made it to the top of the incline, however a huge problem was made clear to both of them at the same time. "Ah, fuck," they whispered in unison. While not visible from the water's edge, the second stories of the homes that lined the boardwalk were now looming over them. Anyone looking out of one of their windows would have a full view of them. "Penny, I can't hold it," Isabel cried. She sounded completely defeated. "I'm gonna pee right here, I can't wait anymore..." "Come on," Penelope encouraged her. "I've had to go longer than you have, and what if someone really is looking? What if you start peeing and they start filming? You wanna end up on a voyeur pee porn site?" "The fuck? Is that a thing?" "Everything is a thing on the internet. Either way, it can't happen. We have to figure something else out," Penelope groaned. "Maybe we just sit on the sand and frickin' pee," Isabel suggested. "We could, but then we'd have to lay in it until it dries or people would see the marks when we stand up." "Ewww... Can we just pee in the towel? Stuff it in a bag, go to the laundromat?" Penelope pursed her lips. "Hey...that would work. That's the one! Come on!" "I can barely walk," Isabel moaned, taking unsteady steps, crossing her legs with each stride. "Same," Penelope said softly. "I've never had to pee this badly in my life. It feels so weird, like I can't control my limbs properly." Slowly but surely, they returned to their towel. The thing was massive and thick, twelve feet by twelve feet, designed for a whole family to relax on while giving them a fair territory on a crowded beach. "Fold it over," Isabel exhaled, "it'll hold more." The women moaned and groaned as they bent down to manipulate the towel, folding it in two. Finally, they laid side by side, breathing heavily, their legs tied in knots. "Here we go," Penelope breathed. "Ready?" "God, YES," Isabel nearly shouted. "Just be careful not to flood it or we'll still leave a big mark in the sand. Just pee until you can hold the rest. Okay, let's go. Three...two...one..." "Excuse me?" The women froze, terrified, as the male voice spoke from directly behind them. Isabel just stared blankly into the early evening sky, too desperate to move, and Penelope craned her neck backwards. There was a lifeguard, about their age and extremely attractive, muscular, and tanned, sitting on an ATV and staring at them with a smile that made Penelope's privates rev up like a riding mower. Somehow, with how insanely distracted they were, they hadn't even registered the sound of the approaching vehicle. "Yes?" she squeaked. "Didn't see the sign at the entrance?" he said, still flashing that ridiculous smile. "We have to set up the beach for the festival tomorrow. There's gonna be a jetski race along the coast, gotta set up a line for spectators. The beach closes at seven, which is...ten minutes ago. Everybody's gotta get." "Ohmigod, we're ssoooo sorry," Penelope chirped, rolling to her feet. "We'll leave right now." Isabel stared at her sister, tears in her eyes. "Penny...I can't," she mouthed silently. Penelope stood still for a moment. Her eyes darted around, looking for something, anything that could save them. While this lifeguard was here though, they were hopeless. "Uh, sir," Penelope choked out, "we're leaving, promise. Go tell the rest of the people here what's going on, and have a good time setting up. See you tomorrow, maybe." Seemingly satisfied with this, the disgustingly hot lifeguard nodded, his grin widening. "Sounds good to me. Have a great night, girls." He revved his ATV and took off towards the family two hundred feet down the beach. "It's gonna come out," Isabel barked the second he was out of earshot. "I can't wait anymore." "Izzy, we have to go NOW, or he's gonna come back, he's gonna see. If someone who looks like that finds out we peed here, I will fucking kill myself." "I can't help it, it's too much..." Penelope shouted in frustration. Not at her sister, she felt only empathy for her sister, rather at life itself at this very moment. Her mind was spiraling madly in every direction, imagining and discarding possible moves like some kind of pee-based Chess Grandmaster. And then she found it. The houses could see them at the lifeguard chair, but not here. The beachgoers could see them from here, but not at the chair. There was no cover here, and all at once, it hit her that they had been laying on cover this entire time. THE TOWEL. Then came the problem of hiding the evidence. They couldn't just leave stains in the sand, but covering it like cats would take time and draw attention. They needed a way to keep the ground dry, a receptacle. THE COOLER. "Up. Now," Penelope ordered. "I'll pee!" Isabel hissed as Penelope grabbed her arm and tried pulling her to her feet. "Good! Now UP!" Isabel cursed as she was forced to her feet. She twisted her legs together, praying to every god that humanity had ever dreamt up that nobody was looking her way at this very moment. Penelope took two steps and tore open the cooler. All that was in there at this point was some melted ice packs, empty bottles, and one wine cooler. A necessary sacrifice. Penelope picked up the towel, looked to her completely frantic sister, and pointed to the cooler. "PEE." At that, Penelope snapped open the towel and held it out wide, blocking them from everyone else on the beach. The sand was completely clear behind them. The homes were not visible. Isabel, despite her humiliation, had no choice left. She took four small steps to the cooler, slid her bikini bottoms down to her knees, and sat. The moment her skin met the rim of the cooler, her bladder erupted with force enough to rival the ocean in front of her. She moaned in utter ecstasy, leaning forward onto her legs as her immensely powerful stream of pee thundered loudly around the mostly empty plastic. Luckily even this sound was greatly muffled by the environment. However, it was not muffled enough to not reach Penelope. She was making a big display of shaking out the towel, trying to buy time for her sister's relief, but the sound of Isabel peeing was absolutely killing her. She gasped out loud as she felt herself lose just a tiny bit of control. The crotch of her bikini was dampened by one second of pee, and she instinctively shoved a hand between her legs, letting one side of the towel fall. "PENNY!" Isabel shrieked as soon as she noticed this, and Penelope cursed, forcing herself to hold the towel up again as she double-crossed her legs, somehow managing to stay upright. "I'll be done soon, please hold out, just a little longer." "I'm...trying... God, I must look so retarded right now," Penelope cried. "To me," Isabel started, "you look heroic as all hell. Like Gandalf holding the bridge from the Balrog." "Pee faster, nerd," Penelope snapped. "I can only fold a towel for so long." Isabel closed her eyes and squeezed as hard as she could, the pressure of her stream somehow increasing. She could feel her pee splashing all over her butt, but she didn't care in the slightest. She had to have been peeing for over half a minute, but she still had so much left inside of her. Still though, she knew that she couldn't leave her sister like this, so she clenched her fists and moaned in agony as she forced herself to stop peeing. She stood up unsteadily, glancing into the cooler. It was a very large cooler, and she had filled it nearly a quarter way. She knew it would have been over half if she had actually gotten to finish. "Penny, I'm still bursting, but I can hang on now. Give me the towel and you pee, hurry!" Isabel said, reaching for the giant square. "It's too late," Penelope said quietly. "Look, the lifeguard's coming back this way." Isabel peered over the towel. Sure enough, he was riding towards them, and gaining quickly. "What are you gonna do?" Isabel whispered. "Close the cooler. We have to leave," Penelope muttered, defeat clear in her voice. Isabel glanced at her sister's legs. She was still dry, but Isabel had no idea how long that could possibly last, seeing how Penelope had needed to go so much worse than she herself had earlier. "Can you make it?" "Just get the cooler. Now." Penelope's voice was stiff and deep, every fiber of her being focused on not wetting her swimsuit in front of the lifeguard. Isabel nodded and closed the cooler just in time, the lifeguard pulling up a second later. The other beachgoers had already cleared the dunes. "You two are the only ones left. I got other people coming. You really need to clear off." His attitude was beginning to ruin his attractiveness, and Penelope scowled. "Yes. We're going. Have a lovely evening," she droned, picking up both of their purses. He nodded and rode off again, and Isabel immediately gave him the double-bird behind his back. She then picked up the cooler, and they began heading up towards the dunes. Isabel looked at her sister. Penelope's whole body was shaking. Her fists were clenched so tightly that the veins in her arms were visible, and her shoulders were hunched up into her neck. Every few steps she released a shaky moan. Her bladder was so distended that she could have been a few months pregnant, the great round bulge pressing out the front of her bikini bottoms. Isabel had no idea how Penelope would escape this with her dignity intact. Even if the lifeguard was out of sight, which he was not, the houses were already visible. They began climbing the walkway that led up the beachgrass-covered dunes, a steep incline of rock and compressed sand. Penelope yelped with every step up now, her control clearly failing with every passing second. They were at the top now. There was a square platform, fenced in with large wooden dowels, with a bench set towards the back for looking over the beach. The boardwalk was in front of them, dozens of people walking back and forth, enjoying the cooling evening after a punishingly hot day. Between the walkers and the lifeguard, there was simply no escape. To make matters even worse, the lifeguard was joined by three others who had just come down the next walkway, a woman and two other men. Penelope sighed deeply. "Well, I tried." She set the purses she was carrying on the bench, opened her legs, placed her hands on her hips, and took a deep breath. Isabel knew what was coming. She had to do something, she had to save Penelope as Penelope had saved her. She dropped the cooler and looked to the bench. It would provide cover from the boardwalk, but not from the lifeguards. Even squatting, they would be visible. Just as the answer occurred to Isabel, Penelope began wetting herself uncontrollably. The crotch of her bikini was instantly inflated with pee before the liquid began pouring out, splattering in every direction. With no time left to do it properly, Isabel threw her arms out with a "Nyeeh!" and shoved Penelope hard into the rocky sand. She cursed as she hit the ground, pee still spraying out of her, pooling around her butt and soaking into the sand. "The fuck was that?!" Penelope yelled, rubbing a scraped elbow and groaning as the pee spread up to her back. "I just figured it out," Isabel sighed. "The bench covers us from the boardwalk, but the grass on the dunes won't cover us standing, sitting, or squatting. Laying down, though, you're invisible from both sides." "So you just yeeted me into the goddamn rocks?" Penelope bitched. "Don't say 'Yeet.' And you were already frickin' peeing, so yeah. I was GOING TO have you do it into the towel like we were gonna do before that life-dick showed up, but you had other plans." Penelope just fell back, fate accepted, as she continued emptying her bladder through her swimsuit. "God, it feels so good," she breathed. "It's like twenty orgasms at once." She moaned as she absolutely flooded the platform, the pee spreading far faster than the compacted sand could absorb it. "What will we do about the puddle? If one of the lifeguards come up here, they'll know." "Not much we can do about that," Isabel conceded. "I figure we'll dump the cooler. If there's enough liquid, maybe their brains won't go right to pee. They'll just think we dumped a cooler chock full of ice water. The wind should clear out any scent pretty quickly." "It's the best we got," Penelope said with a nod. "Hey, you still need to pee, right?" "Yeah, badly," Isabel confirmed, crossing her legs. Penelope smiled and patted the soaked ground next to her. "Well, come on." Isabel giggled and got on her knees. "Might as well at this point, eh?" She laid down next to her sister and in less than a second, she was flooding her own swimsuit, her puddle joining Penelope's. They both stared into the sky, enjoying their long-delayed relief, their bulging bladders slowly shrinking down to normal size. It felt so warm, so nice after all the stress they had dealt with over the past two hours, and their minds were completely clear as their flows came to a stop at nearly the same time. They laid there for a moment longer before they clambered to their feet. Pedestrians continued walking past. The lifeguards were setting up a series of flags. They had not been spotted. Penelope stepped up to the bench and opened up the purses, retrieving their street clothes as Isabel dumped the pee out of the cooler, making sure not to drop the ice packs, empty bottles, or the remaining wine cooler. After she did so, the entire surface of the platform was damp. It was true, no one who saw this would think it was pee. It was just too much to be plausible. Nobody could possibly do this. They grinned at each other as Penelope tossed Isabel her blue-green sundress and pulled on her own violet one. The two of them gave one last look to the darkened platform, hoped for the best, and began their long walk home.
  5. Alex Oxford

    female Cashier Desperation

    This is a sighting from fairly recently, but I haven't had time to sit down and type it out! I may have embellished a little bit for storytelling purposes, but all of this definitely happened, and it was pretty great. About a month ago or so, I was going on a little road trip with friends, towards the southern border of California. Of course, as every self respecting man knows, you need to have some badass socks for a badass road trip. I hope I'm not the only one. Regardless, I needed socks, and as much as I hated to admit it, a particular store in my area had the best socks for the best prices (I've shopped around). This particular store I used to work at, right after I graduated from high school. They shafted me on hours on a regular basis, had the crappiest job training in the world, and on a number of occasions, I was harassed by a crackhead (the same one), and a co-workers jealous cholo boyfriend. Naturally, this was not one of my best experiences. While it really did a lot at toughening me up, I never once looked forward to going to work. I'd like to think I'm over it now, but I'm still not the biggest fan. I was at least over it to walk in there and get a tremendous deal on some work socks. You know, the kind that you use for office clothes and such. I picked up a pair earbuds as well, and a pair of throw away flip flops, which is important coming up. As usual, they were understaffed, and there was a long line with only 2 cashiers, both girls that looked to be in their early twenties. I sighed, and waited patiently for my turn. The cashier furthest to the left was about 5'4", pretty, and Latina, with long black hair kept in a ponytail, with modest assets. She looked fairly athletic. As my turn came closer, I noticed that this particular girl was looking a little restless. She was bouncing up and down, and blowing somewhat forcefully through her mouth, that way you would blow on a cup of tea or coffee to cool it off. She seemed somewhat distressed, and I think I knew why. I felt a sudden rush of excitement roll through my chest, and I silently wished that I would be called to her register. The stars aligned today, and as I approached the register, her buzzer went off. "Please proceed to register 5." Nice. "Hi, how are you today?" She greeted me pleasantly. "Not so bad, thanks! Just running a few errands. How's your day so far?" "It's going okay, it's been really busy!" "I'm sure, there's only two of you!" I said, referring to the lack of cashiers. "It's always like that." She sighed, and crossed her legs tightly. She then proceeded to bounce up and down while ringing up my stuff. She started stepping from foot to foot, and she sighed in frustration as she did so. I decided to say something, casually of course. "It's been a long day for you huh?" I said, referring to her sigh. "Oh not really, I've had longer shifts. Honestly, I just really have to pee!." I blushed. Then I laughed, and she giggled back. "Don't make fun of me!" She laughed, crossing her legs and bending forward. I was so aroused. "I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you. I promise!" I teased back. She was a good sport about it. "You better be!" She laughed, giving me a silly look. "Oh my god, I have to pee soooo bad!" Now that the cat was out of the bag, she began to openly pee dance, to my disbelief. She started stutter stepping, putting one foot in front of the other, rhythmically, and dancing from foot to foot. "You gonna be okay?" I asked, feigning concerning but subtly wanting to know more. "I will be if someone were to come and cover for me! I've been trying to go for a whole hour now!" She said, crossing her legs, bouncing, and hissing through her teeth as she desperately tried to finish the transaction. "A whole hour!? Damn, you're a pro!" I teased, hoping to make her laugh. She giggled, firmly crossing her legs and pressing her hand into her side. "Don't make me laugh, it's not helping!" "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make things worse!" Low key, I was. She then asked for debit or credit, the whole time pee dancing, and getting more and more frantic by the second. She really had to pee, and it was obvious to anyone looking at her that she didn't have much time before she had an accident, and completely flooded her work uniform and made a massive puddle behind the register. At this point, I am aroused beyond belief, and I'm doing my best to keep my composure, probably failing actually. I was so nervous I was almost shaking. I decided to do something very bold, and something I almost regret. I decided to delay her as long as I possibly could, and see how that played out. I wasn't sure if I would be entirely discreet about it, but I decided I was going to do it anyway. I told her I wanted debit, and the prompt came on to the screen and requested my PIN. I inserted my card, and intentionally input the wrong PIN. I was so nervous and excited and what could potentially happen that it was almost overwhelming. But what's done is done. She continued to subtly pee dance behind the register, and I could hear the shuffling of her thighs back and forth behind the counter. She frowned, and looked at me. "The card was declined, invalid PIN." "Huh, that's strange. I'm pretty sure this is the same debit card I always use. It could be from my business account, can I try again?" "Of course!" She said reassuringly. We tried again, and again (of course), it was declined. She was starting to look a little bit anxious, and I could now hear her feet making contact with the floor with more force. She was losing composure. "I'm so sorry about this, let me do credit and I'll run my credit card." "Okay... no problem!" She said, biting her lip with a forced smile. She started tapping her foot, jiggling her leg, and took a minute to press her hands against her thighs. "I really have to pee. Oh my god. I'm so sorry, I must look ridiculous!" She gave a half hearted giggle, while continuing her pee dance, now much more frantic, visible, and vivid. She stepped back and forth, and an audible moan left her mouth. I tried my credit card, which was maxed out. Again, declined. "Here, let me try another one!" I said, pulling out another cancelled card as she reset the transaction. As aroused as I was, I started to feel guilty, dirty even. Despite the fact that she wasn't able to leave, even if I did cash out, I still felt bad for making this harder for her, and I had a wave of conscience. "Look, you can go to the bathroom real quick, I'll just stay here, I don't mind waiting." "No, I can't, someone has to be here to fill in for me." She winced, bending slightly and putting her hands on her knees. I thankfully my erection was concealed on the other end of the waist high counter, or I would've been outed. I haven't seen a woman this desperate in a long time, and I had no idea how to take it. At this point, I had had my fun. I felt bad, and I was ready to pay for my stupid socks. I asked her to try again, and reached for an active credit card. She nodded, and started the transaction over. As she waited for me to nervously pull out my other, she reached for a water bottle underneath her counter, and chugged a good quarter of it. I was shocked, and I couldn't help but stare as she gulped down additional fluids, which was definitely a problem for her bursting bladder. I tried to make a joke, considering this was absolutely incredulous to me. "Isn't that counter- productive?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "What is?" "Chugging water? Don't you like, really have to pee?" "Ohhhhh, that!" She laughed, crossing her legs and bouncing once, kicking her foot behind her. "I wasn't even thinking honestly! I always drink a lot of water." "Not that it's any of my business, but that might have been what's gotten you in this situation in the first place!" I teased, genuinely. As much I was I was enjoying this, it was ludicrous to me that she would keep drinking, being that she looked like she was on the verge of an accident. "You're probably right to be honest, this happens to me a lot here!" Nice. Amidst her frantic dancing however, I failed to notice one of the other employees come in behind the register. Apparently, he had just come in, and opened up another register. We both looked at the same time as he logged in. "Oh thank god! I'm dying!" She whined, and radioed in to the supervisor to see if it was okay if she could use the bathroom. "Hi, it's Jenny (we'll call her).... No, but Diego (we'll call him) just signed in, can please take a break now?.... I really have to go, I've been holding it since 3.... Okay, thank you so much!" She put down the radio and looked at me. "I'm so sorry but this is getting bad, I have to go. Diego can help you on the next register!" "That's no problem, I totally understand!" I said nicely, "have a nice day!" She still had to log out of her register, and as I moved over to Diego's, I could see her frantically stepping back and forth as she attempted to log out. I rang my stuff up at his register, and in order to not look fishy, I told him I was having trouble with a lot of my cards, and I needed to find one that worked. I began to search for another credit card, when all Diego called to Jenny, as she was walking towards the bathroom with clenched fists. "Hey Jen, do you know where the [name of tool] is?" A what? Why would he need that? Then I looked down at the flip flops that I had bought, and they were chained together with a theft prevention sensor and cable. I couldn't leave the store without them, and there was a tool that you needed to remove it. Diego didn't have it in his register, but apparently Jenny did. She stopped on the spot, crossed her legs, and winced and groaned. She bent at the waist and clenched her fists at her sides. It was so sexy, and other customers watched as this pretty girl desperately tried not to pee herself in the middle of her job. Jenny waddled back over to her register, and searched for the tool to remove the sensor from my flip flops. She couldn't find it. She raised a thigh to waist level and twisted to gain control, and hissed through her teeth. She was definitely close to losing it. "Are you okay?" Diego asked stupidly. "No I have to pee!" Jenny whined, stepping in place. "I'm sorry, can you have Donna (we'll call her) find it? She knows where it is, I seriously can't wait anymore." With that, she briskly shuffled over to the bathrooms. By the time Donna had come and provided the tool, she still had not come back. I silently hoped that she had wet herself on the way to the bathroom. I asked for scissors real quick from Donna, who was unoccupied at the time and working the other register closest to the exit, to open my earbud container. Just as she had finished opening the container, and I had linked up the earbuds to my phone to play some music on, I saw Jenny walking back from the bathrooms, looking cheery. She made it, I'm sure. She saw me as she passed by and smiled. "Feeling better?" I chuckled. "Much better, thank you! Have a nice day!" I don't have many fond memories of this store. But as of that day, I have one more! I might need more socks, now that I think of it.
  6. Pain

    female The Iron Queen

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

    Note that this story has very long holding/peeing times and extreme desperation, for those who don't like that sort of thing. This is a follow up to a short story I posted here. I hope you enjoy it! Kira paced down paced in the hallway, a roar of laughter and the sounds of joy filling the night air. She placed a hand on her flat stomach, feeling the metal ribs of the corset under her dress, making her appearance seem deceitfully plain. Her heart raced- how was she going to make it through this? "My queen?" Her head snapped up, her gaze resting upon Vea. Her dark hair had been tied in a ponytail behind her head, wearing a cotton dark blue dress. The fabric stopped a few inches below her knees and above her elbows, still allowing her some freedom. Kira, however, didn't have such a luxury, having forced herself into a long, hot dress. She had made sure to wear a linen shirt and leggings beneath her dress, trying to hide the corset. "Are you sure the corset isn't too tight? We still have a few moments before we have to enter." "No, no thank you." She said, releasing a quivering breath. Kira had prepared for this for weeks, making sure she didn't take in as many fluids as usual. She had focused on being able to hold without showing her desperation outwardly. Countless mages in her court had given her numerous potions, spells, and other magical elements which strengthened her bladder muscles, allowing her to hold much more for much, much longer than any of her kind. Yet, she still felt incredibly the desperation that came with holding her waters for so long. She felt Vea's soft hand touch her shoulder. "It's only two short hours. You've made it this far, I'm sure you can make it." Vea said with a small, comforting grin. "Sir Bandon said you could have your first break if you were accepted tonight. I'll be right there if anything happens, my queen." Kira took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. "Thank you... I... I needed that." She exhaled, opening her eyes. "Let's go." Vea nodded. She stepped forward and pushed the door open before she stepped to the side. Kira entered, coming to an abrupt end. A single, rectangular table sat in the middle of the room, a plate in the middle filled with different meats, bread and salt, and a pitcher of wine. Sir Bandon and his older son sat on the left, the son giving her a cold state as she approached. His younger son sat at the right side with a woman, no older than the age of twenty-five. A woman sat at the top of the table, taking one more bite out of her pork sausage before she wiped her mouth. Two chairs had been left vacant for the two at the bottom of the table. "Good evening, Sir Bandon." Queen Kira bowed. Her thighs twitch a little as it accommodated the new pressure. She stayed bowed for a respectable amount of time, before rising once again. "And to you too, Queen Kira." He nodded. His clothes were fine, made of fresh wool and silk. He wore a large fur cloak, certainly worn and old. "You've met my sons, Gregor and Benjen." His wrinkled right hand motioned to the two. "Good evening," She bowed her head slightly, before turning her attention back to Sir Bandon. "I left the copper and silver with your treasurer, as requested, and I have brought my adviser. I hope that isn't a problem." "Not at all." He smiled. "Ah,- where are my manners," He stood up, motioning to the lady at the head of the table. "Allow me to introduce you to my liege lady, Lady Laerra. She holds Dominion over this and many other regions in the Human Kingdom." Lady Laerra glanced up at her with a smile. "Good evening. It is an honor to meet an Elven Queen." "The honor is mine, my lady." "Please, sit." Kira nodded, quickly taking her seat. An empty plate sat in front of her with a wooden fork and knife, with a small, metal goblet sitting beside the plate. Vea sat beside her, an open chair left between her and Gregor. "Well, don't just sit there, girl!" Sir Bandon raised his voice to the girl. Her head shot up, a glassy film over her eyes. "Y-Yes, forgive me, milord." She quickly stood, a large bulge filling her midriff. The woman quickly grabbed the pitcher of wine and shuffled to Kira's side. She could feel her ragged breath on her neck as she filled her cup. Kira glanced to the left, watching her hobble over to Vea and repeat the process, her bladder sending little pangs of need each time she heard the splashing of wine. She set the pitcher down at the center of the table, making her way back to her seat. "We've prepared pork, mutton, beef, and venison, along with our bread and salt. I'm sure you'll be satisfied." Sir Bandon said. Kira cautiously looked up at Lady Laerra, assuring she had permission before taking some bread and venison. She nodded. The other's continued with their meals as Kira took a small bite out of the venison. It had been masterfully prepared, though she didn't really have the capacity to admire it, what with thoughts of her full bladder cluttering her mind. Her eyes wandered back over to the servant's, her face straining as she shuffled in her seat. A trembling hand rubbed her bladder, her legs double crossed underneath the table. Kira could relate to the poor girl's plight, though she didn't have the luxury of being outwardly desperate or crossing her legs for that matter. "So... I must ask, Queen Kira," Lady Laerra asked as she stabbed into another piece of her sausage. "Pardon me if this seems crude, but how did you come to be in charge of the Elven Kingdom?" She quickly took another bite. "As far as I've heard, your father was a blacksmith and your mother a tavern maid... Anyone else in your position wouldn't be anywhere near a throne." Kira glanced towards the floor. "Well... I cannot say it has been easy..." She huffed. "A civil war had broken out between the elves once I had reached womanhood. My father and I smithed sharp weapons and strong armor to our prior queen, Lady Ana. She and I became acquainted, and eventually, we had won, though our enemies cursed us and swore vengeance. We've yet to encounter them again. " She took a small sip of wine, all the talking making her mouth dry up. "Eventually, she passed, and appointed me the ruler." "I see," Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "What is this lass' story, then?" She pointed her fork towards Vea. "She's my right hand, my lady. She was once a skilled archer, bound in service to Lady Ana. When she passed, she then swore to serve me, though under a different role." She took a sip from her cup, her eyes darting to Vea for a moment before returning to Lady Laerra. "Vea is an excellent adviser and a better friend. I doubt I would be where I was today if not for her." She glanced over to her, a small grin on her face. Vea took a bite out of her bread, straightened her lips and glancing downwards. A particularly strong urge made itself apparent, causing her to squeeze her legs together. She'd have ripped the lower half of the dress away to cross her legs if this meeting wasn't so important. "M-Malady..." The woman to their right spoke, her entire form shivering. "Might I-I be ex- excused?" "No, you may not." The poor girl whimpered, her arms tensing up and her elbows locked, both hands shoved in her crotch. "Please, malady, it- it's rather urgent." "She said no, girl." Gregor snapped. His tone was harsher. The girl moaned quietly, slumped over in her chair. "Show respect to your liege lady, peasant!" Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, forcing her back up to the chair. Her face was covered in sweat, tears welling in her eyes. "Malady-" A pained whine passed through her, rocking in her chair. "It- it's been , I need to release!" She took a few quick breaths in. "I-I can't-" A hissing sound filled the room. Piss splattered on the ground. Kira's eyes widened as the girl pissed, hard. She felt her hands move to her lap, squeezing her dress as she focused on keeping her own load inside. The four humans stared at her in shock as she continued to pee. "I'm sorry, I-I-I can't stop!" She cried, her clothes soaked with piss. Kira's face strained as she clenched her thighs together, her legs shaking from the effort. Eventually, her stream slowed to a stop, tears staining her cheeks and a large puddle forming under the table. "I..." She looked up to Lady Laerra. "I'm so sorry, my lady! Please forgive me!" "Get her out of my sight." Lady Laerra commanded. " . Take her to her quarters." "Right away, my lady." Sir Bandon stood, along with his sons. Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her out from her chair forcibly. "This way, wench. You'd have better enjoyed it. Making a mockery of us..." He grumbled. "It might be the last time you piss for a very long time, girl," Gregor spoke, his voice raspy. "You wait till your father hears of this." The four exited the room. Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "I apologize. She will be punished for such rudeness." "Worry not, Lady Laerra." "Anyway, I think we should move to the topic at hand: our deal." "Y- Yes?" Kira raised her head. Her bladder throbbed, begging for any form of release. The Lady stared her down for a moment, taking note of every fidget and twitch Kira made- every sign of need or urgency about her. "The gold you've given us is adequate, and you haven't released your waters in well over five months now..." She took a quick sip of her wine. "But, your kingdom has almost nothing to give us in return. Our lands are plentiful and fertile, our soldiers are many and strong, and we have no use for your weapons." She lifted her glass up, swishing the wine around as she shot Kira a devious look- similar to that Sir Bandon's sons had given her in the months prior. "Honestly, I could keep you filled and desperate for months longer." "You can't!" Kira's head shot to the right. Vea leaned forward in her seat. "And why not?" "Queen Kira has held for long enough! She has proven her worth!" She spoke with passion, standing up and pushing her chair back. "For five months, she has fought day in and day out for her kingdom! She's spent countless nights staying awake so she would still keep her oath! She has never been late on the deliveries for coin, or steel, or arms!" She pled, clasping her hands together and intertwining her fingers. "Please, my lady. She deserves some rest, for a few nights, at least." Lady Laerra looked up at her. She stared in silence for a minute. Then two. Three, four, five... "You," She pointed a thin finger to Vea "grab the chamberpot." Her finger moved to the corner of the room, a large, brass pot sat at the corner. Vea nodded, quickly retrieving it. She took it by its sides and picked it up, her arms barely wrapping around it to pick it up. It was about twice as heavy as any crossbow or sword she had ever held, and just as wide as a shield. She took slow, cautious steps. Queen Kira could feel her desperation rising with each step Vea took with the chamber pot in her hands. The corset seemed to grow tighter, her bladder bump seeming to grow larger, and the need undeniably growing to its breaking point. She fidgeted a little, her legs crossing as she tried to keep her composure "That pot could easily hold the waters of even the fullest bladder. We used to use them as wine pitchers for feasts, though they were far too impractical. They could fit around half a keg if you filled it to the brim." Lady Laerra stood up from the table. "Set it down, right beside your queen." Vea did as she was told and stood at Kira's side, wishing not to endanger her queen's chances of relief any further. "You'll have your chance to relieve yourself, but not before I have." She hiked up her long dress, pulling her panties down and squatting down over the pot. Queen Kira stared at her with wide eyes. "N-No, my lady, ple-" A loud hissing sound filled the room, piss colliding with the inner walls of the chamberpot. Kira almost doubled over, her legs squeezed together tightly. She took a few bated breaths, attempting to turn her head away. "You watch if you want to pee after me." She groaned quietly and focused directly on her, as much as it pained her bladder to do so. Lady Laerra stared at her, her face as solid and stoic as stone. Kira almost questioned if she could feel anything. A minute or so passed, her stream still going as strong as when she began. She rubbed her bladder over the corset, throbbing wildly she leaned forward slightly. One hand had balled itself into a fist, the other pressed into her lap. Two desperate minutes passed, the stream still very strong. Kira held herself openly with both hands, not caring who saw or how she acted anymore. She could feel her bladder trying to push its overfilled load out onto the floor of Lady Laerra's kitchen. Vea watched on- she had never seen her Queen this desperate, not even on her worst nights. "My lady, please. The Queen-" "N-No, I can wait..." Kira said, her voice shaking and quiet. Her entire body strained and trembled, exerting so much force to keep her pee from leaking out. Two more minutes passed. Tears formed in Kira's eyes. She had turned towards the Lady, forcing herself to keep her eyes on her, no matter how difficult it was. Sweat poured from her legs and chest, her linen shirt surely drenched by this point. Her teeth felt like they were floating, her piss dangerously close to squirting out. Finally, the stream abruptly stopped, still quite strong by the end of it. Kira could've sworn she saw her legs twitch as she stopped, though she didn't have the capacity to process it at the moment, currently taken up by five months worth of pee. Her head shot up, watching as Lady Laerra pulled her panties back up. "You may go." She didn't need to tell her twice. Kira shot up out of her chair and hiked up her dress. She tore her leggings down with her panties, a torrent of pee shooting out of her forcefully. Her whole body tensed for a moment, then relaxed. She felt her arms fall to her sides, her aching bladder crying out in ecstatic glee now that it was finally able to release. A goofy smile spread across her face, the world around her seeming to fade away in the relief. Her mind felt foggy- as if she had just awoken from a long slumber. The feeling continued for what seemed like an eternity, and she relished in every second of it. "Stop." Kira hadn't been expecting her to have to stop. Panic set in almost immediately. She squeezed her legs together, clenching her muscles up, but the stream still flowed. Her brow wrinkled and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying her hardest to stop it. "I said stop." Lady Laerra repeated, a little harsher this time. "I-I'm trying..." Kira locked up, her body straining and creaking under her demands. She'd have loved to just sit there and piss the entire contents of her bladder out... with no one to stop her from relieving herself. Alas, she wasn't so lucky. Tears came to her eyes, her legs shaking as she finally managed to slow the stream. She finally cut it off, her urethra stinging and her bladder howling for more to be released. Kira pulled her leggings back up and pushed her dress. She walked back over to Vea and clasped her hands together. Her arms were shaky, uneasy, though her legs were in such a worse state. Her bladder throbbed wildly, only a fraction of its capacity being released in the short minutes it had been allowed to release it. "Now, remind me..." Lady Laerra crossed her legs. "How long of a drive is it back to your capital?" "T-Three days, my lady." "You may release the rest once you get there. That shouldn't be a problem, should it?" Lady Laerra questioned with s devilish smile, leaning forward and taking a sip of her wine. "You're not going to piss yourself, are you queen? I will find out if you do, and you what happens then." "Of course not, my lady," Kira responded with a shaken voice, though she wasn't certain she could keep her promise. if she could've, she'd have pissed right then and there and would've gladly taken whatever punishment Lady Laerra's could've dished out, but there was more at stake than just her. She had a kingdom to feed and protect, she wasn't going to fail them- quite the opposite, in fact. Kira was going to give it her all, regardless of whether she had to hold another three days or another three months. "Good. You've got a long ride ahead of you, best hurry along." "R-Right, yes." She stepped to the right side of the table. "Thank you for your hospitality, my lady. I look forward to our next meeting." "As do I, Queen Kira." "Until then." She quickly turned around and heading towards the exit. Vea pushed the door open for her, allowing her to step through first. She shot Lady Laerra an angered glare, but she still kept her little devious grin. "Vea," Her head turned, immediately shutting the door and walking towards her queen. "Yes, my queen?" Kira was leaned against the wall, her legs pressed together and a hand in her lap. "Let's go." "Yes, my queen. I'll get the carriage."
  8. Hey everyone. 🙂 Since I got a new computer, I decided to make a new story on here. This time not interactive, I'm afraid, since the last few interactive stories I made sort of petered out and never got going again, I figured I'd just do a regular story and see where it goes. I hope to get a lot of chapters of this done, so let's-a go. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP "Ugh..." Jessie rolled over in bed, turning off her alarm. It had been 2 days since she decided to board the space station, and while she loved it, mostly because she loved space, what she didn't love was how early she had to get up every morning. It was a rigid schedule, and one she had never been used to following. The blonde girl got out of bed, letting her straight shoulder-length hair fall down as she stepped into some slippers. She had been sleeping only in a shirt and panties, as she was prone to do. Jessie yawned as she walked drowsily to the bathroom. After doing her business she stripped and got in the shower. The water was cold at first, but it quickly warmed up. Another thing she loved about this space station, there was always warm water. Something she didn't always have at her apartment back home. After showering, Jessie dried off and went out to her wardrobe, picking out her clothes for the day. Luckily they didn't have any strict regimens about what the passengers could or could not wear. They did have specified uniforms, but those were only for missions that called for them, like skin-boilingly hot planets, or planets with a dangerous atmosphere. After a few minutes, Jessie decided to put on a plain white t-shirt and black shorts, as well as some comfortable flats. Walking out of her room, the cold, sterile look of the giant lobby of the station made her frown. "This place could use some redecorating," she said to herself as she walked up to a large console in the center of the room. This could tell her where the ship was going. She noticed it was headed for Octon VIII, a planet which was known for etiquette and good practices. Great, she'd have to be on her best behaviour. At least it wouldn't be landing there until the next morning. Until then she was free to goof off if she wanted to. Noticing her stomach growling, Jessie took an elevator down, to the largest cafeteria she had ever seen in her life. It had been 2 days, and she had been there at least 6 times, but she was still in awe of how massive it was. As she looked around at all the different food shops, oddly enough none of which were name brand, she decided on a bagel place - fittingly, one of the only shops open at 7 in the morning. As Jessie sat down to eat, she bumped into one of the other passengers. "Sup, Jessica?" Jessie tensed up hearing her full name, but then smiled over at her friend Marie. The blonde started eating, drinking a lot since the bagel was pretty dry. "Not a lot, Marie. Just woke up. Pretty tired. Y'know, the usual." Marie chuckled. "Yeah, I get that." The taller girl had black curly hair, brown eyes and a bit of a pudgy body, which also meant D-cup breasts. Jessie felt a little jealous, since her skinny frame only allowed for B-cups, but she wasn't about to admit it. "So, um..." Jessie looked around in her mind for something to discuss. "You... looking forward to visiting our first new planet?" They had already been to close planets, ones that everyone knew about, but this would be the first one that no human had ever been to. "Yeah! Octon sounds cool! I hear they've got some strict practices there, though..." The duo talked for a little while, even long after their respective breakfasts were finished, and they went their separate ways. Jessie decided to explore the ship a little more, something she didn't really have time to do either of the previous days. They'd be landing the next morning, so while they were in flight there wasn't much they strictly had to do. Jessie got onto the elevator and pressed the button for one floor up. It wasn't quite the residential areas, so she wanted to see what was there. She took her drink with her, which she thought was a good idea. As the blonde arrived on the next floor, she saw that it was like one giant mall. It had all sorts of shops and stands and kiosks... it even had a huge fountain! Jessie smiled, and realized her bladder was filling up a little. She checked her watch... 8:00!? She figured she and Marie must've been talking for a while longer than she thought they were. Ignoring the feelings, since they weren't even that strong yet, Jessie did a little window shopping. She spent a while walking around and looking in through the shop windows, seeing what there was. Some had some really neat-looking alien devices and gadgets, Jessie wondered what they did. After about an hour and a half, Jessie noticed her bladder twinge. "Aah..." she looked down at the bottle in her hand. The drink was really good, it was like and orange juice mixed with some other kind of juice, maybe guava or mango or something, but the bottle had sort of an alien look to it... it was probably a stronger diuretic than most Earth drinks. "Dammit..." She looked around for any sort of toilet, but she couldn't see any, at least not any close ones. Walking over to another panel, this one with a map loaded, she checked where she was and looked up to see if there were any bathrooms on the floor. "Oh, shit..." she noticed one on the other side of the floor. "I-it's so far away..." She was only about 6/10, but it was still a little hard to hold. Jessie pressed her legs together a little as she walked slowly but surely towards the elevator, which wasn't as far as the bathrooms were. "W-why is this damn place so big?" she wondered aloud, as she pressed the elevator button. She figured if she could get to her room and use the bathroom there it'd be the shortest route. As the elevator arrived, Jessie saw another of her shipmates, Zoe. Her green hair (probably dyed) came down to her neck. Her flat chest made her look a little androgynous sometimes, but she never seemed to mind. "Where to?" Zoe asked. "U-up to my room, please." Jessie tried to stand still, standing upright to try and make it seem like she didn't need to pee. Zoe would take full advantage of that. She wasn't mean, but she would sometimes playfully tease the others. Zoe nodded and pressed the elevator button, before taking a water bottle out of her pocket, taking a big sip. She put the cap on and held it in her hand, which was fidgeting a bit, making the water swirl around. The sound was enough to make Jessie squirm. Zoe looked over at her and smirked a little, intentionally making the water bottle shake a little more. "Ngh..." Jessie closed her eyes, before finally the elevator dinged and they got up to her floor. "Th-thanks, Zoe!" She ran out and headed towards her room. She was definitely at a 7, maybe an 8/10 now, that drink was really working! 2 hours and she was at an 8/10, she figured the drink must be pretty strong! As Jessie walked towards her room she had to put a hand on her crotch to try and hold it all in, even having to stop a couple of times on the way so she didn't leak. Finally as she got to her door she opened it with her keycard and ran inside, heading straight to the bathroom. "J-just in time..." she got her shorts off as she sat down on the toilet, letting the torrent go. "Ahhhh..." She closed her eyes happily, the release felt good. After she was finished, Jessie heard a knock on her door. She opened it, only to find a package. "Huh..." She grabbed the package and took it inside, opening it up on her bed. It was a small grey disc with a button on it. She pressed the button and a blue-ish hologram came out. "Greetings. You've probably heard that we are on course for the planet Octon VIII," came the familiar voice of the commander, the one who talks to them from somewhere off the ship. She assumed he was still on Earth somewhere. Fair enough, she supposed, he was a busy man. "On this trip it is crucial that you are all on your best behaviour. Wear some fancier clothes, and make sure if you take a drink you don't spill a drop. The people of this planet are extremely picky about etiquette and you will be put to death if even a single drop of any liquid spills on their ground. And they will know, since their ground is super fertile, and will start sprouting the minute any liquid touches it." Jessie tried hard to memorize the information, as the hologram disc looked expensive, like something she wasn't allowed to keep. "We will be landing at about 6 am. You must be up and ready by 8, as that is when we will be meeting with their people. Do not be late. Over and out." Jessie took the disc back out of her room, looking for a place to put it, before being told by one of the robot maids that she could, in fact, keep it. "Oh! Um... thank you." She smiled and pocketed the small device. "It's amazing the technology they managed to find for this place." At about noon, Jessie had some lunch and enjoyed an off-brand cola. It wasn't Coke, but it was still nice. She wondered why so many of the things on the ship were off-brand. Probably because it was an experimental thing that was only proposed the last year. Another couple of hours later and the blonde found herself in a movie theater. "This place is massive..." she muttered to herself as she looked around. A few hours later, around 5:00, she had some dinner, and a large smoothie. One she blended herself, using various fruits she had stored in the fridge in her room. As well as some ice cream. It was more like a milkshake, but Jessie called it a smoothie. She went out to the big console again and checked the course. They were getting pretty close. Doing some research on the planet, she found out that the planet is completely natural. No man-made structures. "What do they do when they...?" she was interrupted by Marie, who hugged her from behind. "Jessie!" Marie smiled. "You ready? This planet's gonna be so cool! It's like a gigantic forest, with some plains thrown in!" "Heh, yeah..." Jessie was a little worried, not as ecstatic about it as Marie seemed to be. "Um, it says here that there are no manmade structures on the entirety of the planet." "Huh... neat!" Marie smiled more. She was always overly-enthusiastic. It warmed Jessie's heart to see. "Yeah, I guess it is." Jessie smiled a bit. "What's wrong?" Marie asked. "You nervous?" Jessie nodded. "We're going to another planet, what if we break a rule? What if they arrest us?" "Don't worry," Marie said, "We'll be fine!" And with that she got up and left. Jessie thought about it a bit more and nodded. She knew they'd be fine. 5 hours later and the planet was within sight from any of the giant reinforced windows that lined the ship's exterior. Jessie looked out at it from her room's single window. "Wow..." She smiled. "So beautiful... no wonder we're going there." Jessie noticed the time. "Uh-oh! I'd better get moving if I want to get to bed in time!" She quickly went in and showered. She did need to use the bathroom again, so the water running over her half-full bladder made her squirm a little, but she could hold it fine. As Jessie exited the bathroom, after relieving herself one last time, she put on some comfy sleepwear and went right to bed. The next morning, Jessie woke up and looked at her clock. "Oh man, 7:30. I slept in a bit. That's ni-" she suddenly realized what that meant. "7:30!? We're meeting at 8!" She rushed out of bed, jumping in for a 5-minute shower, not even waiting for the water to really warm up, before putting on some more formal clothes - a blue button-up shirt and black dress pants - and heading out the door, ignoring her bladder completely. It had really filled that night, she was very full, but she figured it was better she not be late! As Jessie headed to the gigantic bay doors, she saw the other passengers all gathered around. "There you are!" Marie smiled, hugging her friend tightly, putting unwanted pressure on the girl's bladder. Jessie squirmed and hugged back, before Marie let her go and she crossed her legs. "Um... w-when will this be over?" "I dunno. A couple hours, maybe?" Marie shrugged. Jessie's eyes grew wide and she considered leaving to go and use the bathroom, as even when she first woke up she was at a 7/10, but soon the doors opened and the crew was led off the ship and into a nice, lush forest, full of every tree imaginable. Even some that didn't exist on Earth. Jessie tried to keep herself focused on not letting herself leak, as she remembered the warning about these people being ultra clean freaks and not wanting anything spilled. She took shallower breaths than normal, to try and keep herself dry. The group was led past the forest, to a huge field that had been set up with chairs. Apparently flown in from another planet, as these people don't have anything man-made. Jessie looked around to see if she could see if there had maybe been a bathroom flown in too, but she saw nothing. She sat down and crossed her legs tightly. Unfortunately for the desperate blonde, there was a waterfall right nearby. She bounced in her chair, squeezing her muscles tightly to try and keep it in. A few 'presenters' came on, even a hologram of their ship's commander. Jessie could barely focus, the sound of the rushing water making her hold herself. She really didn't want to do that, at least not in front of so many people, not in her fancy clothes, but she had no choice. She was at an 8/10, getting worse by the moment. Conversations dragged on, people spoke to one another. The scenery was brilliant, the trees decorated everything nicely, and the planet's emerald green sky looked beautiful, and coated the trees and grass, enhancing the green and making them stand out more. It was pretty warm, too, a nice and warm 23 Celsius. Jessie couldn't really focus on that, however, as she was just about ready to pop. The 20-something blonde was constantly squirming in her chair, unable to keep still, as she squeezed her muscles shut, her peehole twitching underneath her dress pants and plain black panties. Her hands were placed firmly between her legs and her legs were crossed so tightly that her hands were actually starting to hurt. People had turned to look at her, but she didn't care. She was at 10/10, and needed a bathroom immediately. The conversation had been going on for a while now, and Jessie felt like her bladder was going to burst. As she looked down to check she noticed it was actually bulging out. Putting a solitary finger on it and pressing in very lightly nearly made her lose it. Jessie crossed her legs tighter, wrapping one around the other with a small whimper. She was sweating, but not from the heat. She looked around, and her eyes focused on the waterfall. The green sky gave it a slightly yellow tint... it almost looked like... "NGH!!"" She grabbed herself tighter, her feet banging against the ground. She needed to keep herself dry, under threat of the death penalty... or at least, that's what she had been told. She wasn't sure if it was completely true... but even if it wasn't, she'd face humiliation in front of her peers and at least a dozen members of this alien community. Finally the event ended and Jessie got up, the sudden change enough to shake her bladder around, sloshing its contents all around and making her almost lose her balance. She tried to walk back towards the ship, but it was a long walk, and she wasn't sure she could make it... "Hey, Jessie!" Zoe patted her on the back, making her shudder. "Me and a couple of the other girls are gonna go swimming. Wanna come along?" Swimming would definitely make her lose it! "Um... n-no thanks, I-I'm alr-right...!" "Aww, c'mon! You never get to go swimming when we're on the ship! Grab your swimsuit, we wanna party!" "I-I thought w-we had t-to s-stay fancy..." Jessie said, her legs quivering. "We did!" Zoe said. "But they said now we can do whatever. II asked if we could swim and they shrugged and said sure. Apparently even a few of the natives are gonna join us." "W-wow..." Jessie nodded. She figured if she went inside to get changed, she could use that time to go the the bathroom, so she nodded. "O-okay, I'll be out soon!" She smiled and turned around, walking as quickly as she could back to the ship. Finally she got back, the giant doors opening for her as she walked back to her room. She had to stop to hold herself a number of times, almost spilling her contents entirely onto the ship's floor. 11/10, her desperation had skyrocketed and was only going to get worse if she didn't get to the bathroom soon. Finally, Jessie got to her room and opened the door. "U-uhh..." she noticed a maid's cleaning tools outside of her bathroom door, much to her horror. "N-n-no... no no n-n-no..." she walked over and banged on the door. "Cleaning!" was the only response she got. "I-I need i-it n-now!" She yelled, banging on the door. "It can't be used right now, not for a while." Jessie tried the door, but it was firmly locked. She figured the others were probably waiting for her, and she wanted out of this stuffy outfit anyway (she never did like dressing up), so she walked up to her wardrobe and got undressed. Looking at her nude figure in the mirror, Jessie saw her bulging bladder. It looked... weirdly impressive, in a way. Like she was going for a world record or something. Suddenly, a small couple of drops leaked out and Jessie grabbed herself tightly again, her now-exposed pussy quivering as she walked slowly back over to her wardrobe, grabbing her 2-piece swimsuit and quickly slipping it on. It was a nice light blue... which would mean any little stain would show up instantly. She smiled, fighting back tears as she put the top on, keeping her legs firmly and tightly crossed so she could have at least 1 hand free. Her bladder bulge was much more pronounced in this form-fitting attire than it was in the fancy clothes, she wondered if people would notice and point it out. As she stepped outside her room, something she didn't think she'd be doing without first using the bathroom, Jessie noticed the floor of the ship was nice and warm. Not too hot, but being made of metal it had retained some of the heat from the planet. She wasn't sure she'd still be holding onto her massive load of piss if she stepped her shaky bare feet onto a freezing metal floor, so she was thankful for that. As her room's door closed behind her she grabbed herself through the bikini, walking slowly back to the giant doors. As Jessie stepped back outside, she looked for the girls and noticed they were in the water already... right under a waterfall. She gasped and crossed her legs MUCH tighter than before, her whole body quivering from the pressure. She managed to compose herself and walked over, dipping a toe in the water. It was a little cool, making her almost lose a lot of her load, but she held on tightly, tighter than ever before, and stepped into the water. The girls noticed her massive bladder bulge as she stepped into the water, and Zoe looked at it curiously. "What happened?" she asked. "Huh? W-what do y-y-you mean?" Jessie responded, trying not to let the water constantly pouring out just a few feet from her get to her or make her lose it. "I mean this!" Zoe poked at her bladder bulge and Jessie gasped, closing her eyes and grabbing herself again, backing up right into the waterfall. That made her gasp even more as the cool water pouring over her made her bladder twitch and spasm. "I-I-I..." She breathed shallowly, almost holding her breath at this point. 13/10. Explosion imminent. Zoe put an arm around her, the other girls looking concerned. "You okay?" she asked. "I-I c-c-can't h-h-hold it..." she crossed her legs under the water. She had never, ever held this much before, not even close. She quickly got out of the water (which dried up on her instantly so as not to spill anything on the planet's surface) and was immediately crippled by the pressure, falling to her knees. "A-a-aaah..." Marie, who had been talking with some of the others, saw this and approached her. "Gotta pee?" she asked. Jessie simply nodded in response. "Can you hold it just a little longer?" Jessie looked up at her. "W-w-why?" "I can lead you to my room and let you use my toilet." Jessie nodded. "Th-th-thanks M-Marie..." she felt some yellow liquid pressing against the inside of her urethra and she fought it back, squeezing harder. Finally she got back to her feet, walking as quickly as she could, which was still at a snail's pace, with Marie. Marie, looking concerned for her friend, had an idea. "Hey, c'mon." "H-huh? W-where a-a-are w-we g-going?" she asked. "My room's too far, we're going to the cafeteria." Jessie nodded, just wanting to be able to see as soon as possible. She felt her pee right up against her, she brought it back again but it took a lot of effort. She squeezed her muscles tighter, squirming and pressing her legs right together. She would have crossed them, and crossed them tightly, if she could while walking, but she had to settle for this. She was surprised she could even still walk at the moment. As she was walking, Jessie looked down at her poor, distended, twitching bladder bulge. It looked like it felt: like it was about to pop. Like a water balloon threatened by a million pins. As they finally got to the elevator, Jessie leaned against the back wall and crossed her legs tighter than before. So tight that she swore she'd cut off the circulation to one of her legs if she kept like that for long enough. As they got to the cafeteria floor they saw one of their shipmates, Jamie, drinking one of those tropical orange juices from the bagel place. It was sloshing around, and she even had some on her shirt. Jamie was always a bit clumsy. This sight made Jessie lose a little, leaking onto the cafeteria floor. "E-eepp!" She held herself tightly, falling to her knees again. "What's with her?" Jamie asked. "Oh, she's gotta-" before Marie could finish her sentence, however, Jamie tripped, her drink flying out of her hand and spilling all over Jessie. Jessie gasped. The sudden chill of the cold drink. The yellow tint. The wetness. It was all too much, and just like that, the floodgates opened. Her pee poured out of her like a faucet, soaking her bathing suit as she tried but failed to stand up, struggling. Tears filled Jessie's eyes as she looked up at Marie. The yellow stuff still flowing out of her, Jessie looked down to see her bladder bulge shrinking. And it felt amazing. The sudden release of all that built-up pressure was almost orgasmic. She actually almost moaned. Her body shivered from the bliss of release, something it had been denied for about 12 full hours. As it kept going, Jamie was no longer the only one watching, as a couple other people, mostly cafeteria staff, gathered around as the seconds turned into over a minute. There was a huge puddle Jessie was now sitting in, and Marie and Jamie had moved away from. As she finally finished, Jessie, now having regained strength in her legs, quickly got up and tried to run, but ended up tripping and falling. She got up again, this time more carefully, and walked to the cafeteria bathroom. She teared up a bit more as she saw herself in the mirror. She had peed herself in front of at least 5 people, her bathing suit was soaked through. She couldn't keep wearing it! ...Right? She could always pass it off like she was swimming... but the smell might give it away. Plus, she'd know, and she'd be disgusted. She was easily grossed out by that kind of thing... if it was a skirt, then maybe, but this was clung tightly to her body. Plus... Jessie had always been a little bit of a closeted exhibitionist, so... this might be exciting. she saw it, if nothing else, as an opportunity. If anyone asked, she'd have an excuse. As Jessie took off her bikini, she realized she didn't have her keycard with her. She cursed under her breath and, covering her exposed pussy and B-cups with either hand, she walked out of the bathroom. Being naked in the cafeteria was weird. She'd always thought about doing something like this, but actually doing it made her heart pound. She made her way quickly over to the elevator and pressed the button, hoping nobody could see her bare butt from where she was. Jessie was a fairly modest girl, so carrying her wet bikini in one hand while running around in the nude was certainly strange. As she got onto the elevator, with someone else on it, she retreated into the corner so they couldn't stare at her butt. "D-don't look at me... please..." The person shrugged as the elevator came to a stop. Jessie got off and ran out, making her way to a laundry hamper that one of the maids left outside a room and quickly dumping her bathing suit inside. "There... n-now to just..." She took the opportunity to search through the clothes, but as expected they were all dirty, since it was a laundry hamper. "Ugh..." She quickly ran, luckily she knew there was an office on her floor. The receptionist could give her a new keycard. Having to go and talk to someone, naked, made it even more thrilling, and she could feel herself getting wet in a different way. As she walked through, she started to relax, even relaxing her hands, since she seemed to be the only one on the floor. Unfortunately, however, as she turned a particular corner, a bunch of people were coming in, and a few noticed the naked blonde. "EEEP!" She gasped and ran, covering her body again. A couple of them pulled out their phones to take pictures, but she was long gone by that point. Thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated from before, she finally made it to the receptionist's office. "I-I..." She tried to think of a lie, and the best she came up with was "I... l-lost my clothes... could I get a new keycard, please?" The receptionist blushed and nodded, handing her one. Jessie took it, briefly uncovering her breasts to do so. "Th-thanks...!!" She figured it was not the most rational decision to strip, but she really didn't want to stay soaked like that for so long... plus, her exhibitionism and general kinkiness took over her rational mind at the time. As Jessie ran out, she made her way back to her room and used the keycard to open the door, making her way inside and flopping down on her bed. "I can't believe that happened." She thought about the whole event in her mind, and realized... after that day, nobody on the ship would look at her the same way again. She just hoped her bladder would never, ever get that full again. Jessie quickly got dressed again, before sitting on her bed, going over the situation in her mind again and again, remembering every little detail... and hoping against hope itself that on the next planet, fate wouldn't be so cruel. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, that's the first chapter! As always, feedback is heavily appreciated. 😄
  9. Mad Bladder

    One too Many at the Game

    Katelyn sucked and sucked on her large cola. It was a hot day at the baseball stadium, and they stopped at s McDonald’s on the way since they’d be waiting outside a while before it opened. They have free hats to first fifty people in, sadly, she didn’t get one. While her friends Timmy and Ashley did. She wore a purple hoodie which opened at the zipper and had a black t shirt underneath. Sneakers, dark blue jeans that weren’t too tight, but not very lose either. Her hair wrapped in a dark ponytail, and the slurping Noise of liquids splashing against ice in her cup sounded off. “Here’s your cola Kate,” Said Tommy as they left the snack stand. “Thank you dude!” She said. She started in her second large cola from the stadium, and was halfway done by the time they got to their seats and sat. Meanwhile inside her body, the colas mixed together as they traveled through her stomach. As it filtered through her organs it became a dark yellow with some heavy weight to it. That substance pushed through the bottom of her system and poured and poured like a waterfall into her bladder which expanded and quickly pushed against her insides. Her jeans tight at the waist digging into it. As they sat, Kate had her feet up and along with a large pulse of discomfort, a growl was heard from her abdomen. “Oh!” Kate Said. “What’s wrong?” Her friends asked in unison. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she said in a strained voice feeling the urgency pulse inside. “The games about to start!” Said Ashley. “Hello? Two large colas.” With that she got up but her friend pulled her back down. “Hey!” “Just stay for the pledge,” Ashley said. “Then you can go take care of your business.” “Ah yeah no,” Kate got up again but was pulled back down. Her bladder throbbed hard like a rock that banged her insides and she flinched as she grabbed herself briefly to hold it in. “Will you fucking stop?” “Just wait!” Said Ashley. “Just let her go,” Tommy said. “Girls can’t hold it as long as men.” They both rolled their eyes. Kate said, “I can...erg...I can hold it.” She struggle to say through much discomfort in her abdomen. “I just hate feeling like this.” “Eh just chill,” Tommy Said slurping on his drink. The sound of slurping through the straw made Kate want to release more and she looked worried and started to shake. She pushed one leg in, one leg out, and then repeated as it felt an eternity went by. She kept moving in her seat to avoid discomfort but it was too much. She moved up and down on her crotch and started to sweat more. Finally the pledge happened, and she struggled to stand with a heavy bladder weighing her down. Oh why oh why did she have to drink so much?! As if it couldn’t get worse, the sprinklers on the field went off and it took everything in Kate to hold still and avoid an embarrassing potty dance. The pulses has become constant and painful so fast, each one worse than the last. She felt like her body was literally overfilling and ready to spill. 10 agonizing minutes passed Even running didn’t help keep her muscles busy. The massive pressure fighting to burst out made her run as she was pushed to pee. Her legs staying tight together up to crotch and her knees inwards a little. She started to sweat as her bladder became a hot, boiling sensation they caused much discomfort and even hurt a little. “Gotta go gotta go gotta!” She stuttered. She rushed towards the bathroom but paused right away at the sign in the floor that blocked her much needed path to relief. CLOSED FOR CLEANING Kate bounced foot to foot quickly, turning red from embarrassment. “Ah I gotta get to a bathroom or I’m gonna be closed for cleaning!” She raced in and the janitor right away held his hand up telling no. She bounced. “Ok...but...mmm” she struggled to say through a moan of desperation. “Where’s the other bathroom I gotta go!” Seeing all the toilets in clear view made her want to run for it but she was too nervous. However seeing them all made her more desperate to the point she pushed her crotch against the corner of the wall trying to add pressure and keep the floor at bay. “Other side of the stadium sweetheart.” He said. Kate ran with much urgency, her arms tight to her sides with fists as her abdomen pulsed one after the other aggressively making strong efforts for release. A lady walked into the women’s room as she was about twenty feet from it. “Oh salvation,” she said. She burst through the door and pushed at a stall door but it was locked and occupied. She went down the line of all six stalls and each occupied. Kate stood in front of them annoyed and horrified and anxious in much pain. She noticed her tummy was slightly visible, and she pushed her legs together and squirmed in place side to side totally and insanely desperate to the point of feeling bloated and sick. Her arms outwards in fists as her teeth grinded. She moaned, “eeeeee....ahhhh....mmmm....ah....ooooooooooh.” As each toilet remained occupied. Each passing second felt like a bloody eternity to the poor girl. Huge, painful bladder pulses echoed hard through her abdomen and out her back as well, each so strong they almost caused a release of her floodgates to open. She had to hold on! She pushed her legs together as tight as possible, standing on her top toes that were turned inwards. She was in so much agony she thought she go to the bathroom in her pants any second. “Oh...why did I have to drinks I much damn soda?!” She said bouncing and then back to squirming with closed legs. “I REALLY hope I don’t have to wait much longer.” 20 minutes later.... Her legs were tightly crossed as she wrapped her arms around herself feeling herself moments from losing control. Sweating while having a massive panic attack so bad she barely breathed. “Oh come on come on come on!!!” To be continued
  10. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
  11. I recently found some great desperation videos from a lady named Nerdy Faery on PornHub, she does some great holding vids and I love her glasses! In this clip she is desperate to pee while on the phone...I love her undulations as she tries to hold back her urinary load. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5cf9891a370dd
  12. Drying

    Castlage

    So, I posted this on some other board the other day and now I think I have never seen it on here, so this may be new to some. The URL is http://castlage.com/ It's a website made by a guy named tyao, and it contains a lot of very good Flash videos and images that are definitely relevant. Don't be scared by all the Japanese text. Just click everything. Most of it is good. These are the most interesting: http://castlage.com/01/02gallery.html (videos; also contains bios on the recurring characters) http://castlage.com/01/03illustration000.html (illustrations) http://castlage.com/01/03memorial00001.html (illustrations from when the girls were young) http://castlage.com/01/12serviceshot.html (service shots; again illustrations) Note that for the illustrations, you have to click the links on the pages for making various images appear. Just a little warning: there is some (very tame) pooping content. EDIT: Fixed links that were butchered by forum software.
  13. I haven't seen this lady until today, but I love this video...her name is Mrs. Mischief, In this roleplay scenario, she plays a mom who comes home from hours of shopping at the mall with an urgently full bladder, only to find her stepson occupying the bathroom. She politely urges him to hurry, but it's not happening...she's pleading for him to hurry while trying to hold back her bladder's contents. I love how she politely and discreetly tries to hold herself while urging him to allow her to go. Definitely one of my favorite clips! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5bec8dcb0c3d5&amp;pkey=85033651
  14. I just came across another phone desperation classic, this lady is awesome. I love her accent, and her blue shorts are exquisite! I've Never seen her before, but I'd definitely like to see more of her. Can anyone rip this one? https://vk.com/videos262532382?z=video-179798484_456239162%2Fpl_262532382_-2
  15. This is a story I have written based very loosely on real events and real people. Names have been changed (obviously) and most of it is pulled out of my own imagination. Not all of it though. Hope you enjoy. Its also my first story so any constructive feedback is appreciated to help me find my writing style. This story contains female wetting and messing. If there is any demand, I might release a version without the messing. It's not full on scat though. You have been warned. Part 1. The start of something beautiful. It was a glorious day when it happened. I was on a diving course, 11 guys and one girl learning to be commercial scuba divers through Herriot Watt University. 12 students in Orkney pissing up at night and diving all day. Naturally everyone gave Samantha a ridiculous amount of attention, all accept my own introverted self. Imagine my surprise at being buddied with her by the instructors. Lucky or what? And she was beautiful. Long raven black hair, mischievous brown eyes, full lips capable of the cutest little pout or the wickedest grin. And the body. At my 1.8 meters she stood as tall as my nose. Slight, tight little body, smallish breasts, legs showing off her runners physique and an ass that would give Kylie Minogue a run for her money. At 22 she was perfect. And normally I couldn't get near her. With all the others sniffing round, not to mention the instructors and the locals in Stromness where we were staying, I never stood a chance. Then the last week of May I got paired with her out of this blue. My previous buddy with hers. On the Wednesday it happened it was a normal day at the beach, week 3 of the five week course. Weather was dry and warm, or at least as warm as May got in Orkney. I had chatted more with her in three days than the time previous. I'd found out that she had a large family, was from the south of England and preferred metal music much like my own tastes. She was single and concentrating on the course then her final year at university. And she was fucking perfect. Stunning, funny, smart...... I was in love, no doubt about it. We were dressed in our usual rig for drysuit diving. Both in thermals, sweats and tee-shirts. Neither of us looked our best, hair and cloths damp and plastered all over after the first dive of the day. We were relaxing near the minibus having a light lunch waiting the hour or so before our next dive. As we lounged I could see her glance off to the small building at the end of the field we were currently in that contained the toilets we could use. I had learned (as I tend to note these things) that she would be visiting as soon as we were finished eating. She wasn't dancing yet but wasn't far off. We chatted, not about anything in particular but just generic chat designed to pass time. The kind of small talk that normally I hated. Like I said. Introvert. My other dive partner had learned to just let me eat and sit in quiet until we were ready to go in the water again. Not Sam though. She always wanted to talk. We finished our lunch and I expected her to shoot off for a visit to the lady's room but, as the conversation had turned to movies (a passion of mine) I had become more "animated" (as she later put it) so she decided to hold off. She was starting to fidget now but we still had 45 or so minutes. Or so we thought. A shout startled us from our talk about the merits of Indy 3 over 1. The radio had gone off. The boat was on the way back. The current two pairs had been kicked out the water by the lead instructor, Alex. They were coming in and he was pissed. Get ready, we are diving immediately. I saw a look of panic flash across Sam's face. She glanced to the toilets then back to me. "Do you think I have time?" she asked. I frowned. Glancing to sea I could see the rib already bouncing across the waves. "Maybe if you hurry?" She smiled gratefully (what a smile) and went to run off "Oy! You two get down the beach now, Al is coming in and sounds displeased". Robby, another instructor scuppered all her hopes with a single yell. She gave the toilets a longing stare then joined me in jogging to the beach. As the rib pulled up we lined up with the other students as Alex jumped out the boat and stormed up the beach. Que a 10 minute rant about standards, care and attention, awareness and anything else that popped into his head. Threats for 24 hr dive bans for all on top of the bans he handed out on the way in. All over the class idiot (my ex dive buddy) who had wily coyoted into the bottom trying a rapid decent. And though all of it Sam continued to squirm and fidget more and more. Nothing major yet, little flexes like she started to hold herself, a slow foot tap, a slight bead of sweat. Anyone else wouldn't have noticed but I saw the signs. When he finished his rant he glared at us. "Get your stuff and be geared up in 5”. I watched her face drop. No time to do anything. Not even to go behind the van and "pop a squat". She was in trouble now. In silence we jogged back to our spot, all our gear laid out. She eyed our suits. "Stu, I need to go to the loo. Please. I’m desperate." She was pleading with me. I glanced around. Fuck it. For her I could take another bollicking for being a few minutes late. "Quick, go behind the van, I can keep watch" I replied. "I can't!" She a hissed at me. She saw the confusion and hurt in my face. "Sorry, but I need more that a pee. I can't. Not hear. Help me please." "Ok. Run to the loo. I will tell Al we will be late. He can't ban all his dive teams for the day. Just hurry" "Thank you" she gushed as she turned to run off. "Oy! You two. Clock is ticking." She spun on the spot "Fuck you Rob" she cursed while looking around for some miraculous third option. "Just go" I said but she just smiled weakly as she grabbed her suit. "You know what he's like. He can and will ban all his teams and fuck us. Our own fault. Don't worry, I think I will be ok. After all, I'm an honour student. We don't have accidents. Come on. Its not that bad. A quick 30 min under then that’s us for the day." In silence we rigged up. Suit on, zipped up, set and weights strapped in place, hood, mask, the whole nine yards. As we walked down carrying fins and gloves, I could see the sweat on her head that had nothing to do with the gear. Waving to the other team ready to go we pushed through the surf to the boat. As we climbed in I could see her tense up. She saw my worried glance and shook her head slightly. Her breathing slowed as she concentrated on maintaining her poise and dignity. The ride out was the worst. Alex wasn't going slow as we bounced across the rising tide to the 21m marker bouy. Even I felt the jolts in my half empty bladder. As I looked up against the spray I saw her holding her breath, eyes screwed shut. As we slowed to the spot she started gasping. Her eyes flew open and she startled as she reached out and grabbed my arm. I saw a small tear roll down her cheek as she grimaced. She was starting to loose control. "Go" was the single barked command from Alex so we donned mask, gloves and fin before slipping into the water. We didn't hang around. A single fast decent to 21 meters, eyes glued to our gauges, gripping on to our survey gear to carry out a static photography survey of the bottom. I have to hand it to Sam. If it had been me I wouldn't have been anywhere near as co-ordinated. At the bottom we came to a perfect rest 1 meter off the bottom. In the distance was the slowly settling cloud of silt from the first team who incurred Alex's wrath for not being as slick at depth control. The second team was already swimming off, Alex in tow for their navigation exercise. We were alone for now. I grabbed my slate and pencil "You ok?" I wrote. She gave me the thumbs up signal signifying no problem. Not what I meant. We had already exchanged the standard check signals post decent. I pointed to my slate again. I could see her look at me across the half meter gap between us. "Lets get on with it" was her scribbled reply. I searched her eyes through our masks trying to tell but nothing. I shrugged and readied the gear. Fastest survey ever. 15 minutes we were done even with a few pauses by Sam. We finished and immediately ascended to the surface throwing our loose gear into the rib. As we clung on to the side, I whispered to her. "How you doing?" "I don't know. I think I might have peed a little. It might be the suit." Wishful thinking. I know her suit. Leaks at the wrists and left calf. Nothing crotch or thighs. "Don't worry about it." I whispered back. "10 min we will be back in. The other team should be up soon. Let’s climb in." She glanced at me with a smile that was difficult to figure out the emotion behind it. Then I realised. There was no way she would be able to climb into the rib without loosing control. "Uh... Just wait." I said sheepishly. I pulled myself in. Once in I gestured for her to pass me her set and belt. She slipped out of it and gratefully passed it to me. After pulling it in to the amused stare of Ian (todays boat driver) I offered my hands to her. With no gear or weights she was easy to pull up high enough that she could sit outboard of the boat and swing her legs in. Even that cost her. As Ian looked back to the expected surface point of team 2 I saw her drop to her knees, grabbing herself with both hands. She looked up to me with a look of such anguish that I nearly cracked right there. I dropped down next to her and put an arm around her. "Just a little bit longer. Those idiots will be up any minute. Bang into shore then you can go to the loos. Don't worry bout your gear. I've got it." "Thanks" she said through gritted teeth. Eyes screwed up she was breathing hard now, still clutching with both hands. She tried to straighten up, tried to slow her breathing but I could tell it was getting past the point of control. Embarrassed for her I stood up and joined Ian in looking out for team 2, giving her some of the privacy to regain control she must have so desperately wanted. After a few minutes they surfaced about 150m from the boat. Ian grinned and gunned the engine into lift. The rib vibrated as he set off, the sudden acceleration taking its toll judging from the gasp behind me. By the time we got to the three forms bobbing in the waves Sam had regained composure. Sitting on her heel on the back bench of the rib she was a picture of calm. Her red eyes explained by the saltwater that had us all a little bloodshot. Wet hair plastered down one side of her flushed face. A slightly sad smile on her lips. Her beauty really struck me then. God, even almost past the point of no return she managed to look hotter than hell. I joined in helping pull the team in then sat between them and Sam. As we drove for the shore (more sedately than the rollercoaster ride out) she leaned against my back, resting her forehead between my shoulder blades. Over the twin engines and the sound of wind and surf I heard her speak. "Thanks" was all she could say. After we pulled up, everyone piled out but us. Gear was pulled out around us and Ian gave us a look but I waved him off as they all disappeared up to the field. Behind me Sam stirred "Sorry about this Stuart." She whispered. As she stood up it seemed like she was going to try one last attempt to hold on but she was defeated. With a single sob she stood tall and finally her grip on her bladder broke. Even through the suit I could hear the hissing as she let go. Her face flushed red as she once again screwed her eyes shut. After about 10-15 seconds I saw her relax and the expression changed to one of bliss as the hissing increased. For an eternity I looked at her as she wet herself. I could imagine the hot pee jetting out of her, soaking panties, long johns and joggers to pool in the feet of her suit. I couldn't look away if you paid me. The bliss on her face was perfect, right down to the slight bite on her lip. When she finally stopped we stood for another minute lost in our own world. Then her eyes flew open. She grabbed at me. "Help me get to shore. Now" she commanded "Ok, grab your set and I'll......" "No" she cut me off. "I told you... I need more than a pee" she finished in a quiet little voice. Oh. Yeh. "Ummm, ok. Here". I jumped out the boat, our gear forgotten. I offered my hand and helped her up the beach and to the entrance of the field. 150 or so meters was the loo block (and a single lockable shower) and her salvation from complete humiliation. We slowly made our way up the dirt track, past all the others now relaxing before group 3s final dive, past the vans. As we passed our spot she barked "bag" and I grabbed her bag with its change of clothes. We carried on to the small brick building before us but it was too late. As we rounded the side to the entrance (thankfully now shielded from view) she stopped dead. Stiffening up, the grip on my arm tightened up to beyond painfully. Even through my drysuit I could feel her nails dig in as the last bit of control left her. She gasped and doubled over. She was now clutching at her ass with her free hand, thrust between her legs. She groaned and went red in the face. At this point I wasn't even sure if she was still fighting or just getting it all out, finishing completely going to the toilet in her outfit. She stayed like that for several minutes, breathing hard, slightly hunched up, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. After and age she slowly released her grip on me then straightened up. "Fuck. Why today?" she gasped. "Why now?" She looked up at me "why you?" She asked before bursting into tears. She clutched me and without thinking I pulled her into a tight hug. "It’s ok" I whispered into her ear. "It’s ok. It happens. It’s ok". We clung together for several minutes her sobbing and me just saying anything to make her feel better, telling her its ok over and over. As she finally regained composure she pushed me off. "Stop. This isn't ok. Not even close. This doesn't just happen to girls my age. To no one my age. FUCK" a final shout to vent her feelings. She turned to leave but I reached out and grabbed her shoulder. "Don't be stupid" I said to her clear surprise. "You’re hardly the first person to have an accident you know. You probably aren't even the last in Scotland this hour. It ok" "Oh come on. How many other people do you know who has even had such a humiliating accident as this?" She asked. I decided to go for broke. "You think this is humiliating?" I asked "try wetting yourself in front of about 100 or so people. At least I'm the only one to know and I won't be telling anyone about this, I swear." She looked at me now with curiosity. "When did you do that?" "Download festival last summer. A day of drinking, running to the massive que for the porta loos and not making in in time. Light urban combats that went dark and clinging when wet. Everyone saw, everyone laughed. That was humiliating. Trust me, this doesn't compare." "Wow" was all she could say, eyes wide. Then her face slid into her naughty little grin. "Ok. You may have me beat on the humiliation scale but at least you didn't crap yourself. Or did you?" "Not then no" was my grinned reply. "Wait, so when did you then?" Dammit. I let that slip. I sighed. "Also last year. Not drunk, just coming off antibiotics that had me stopped up. I finished the course and so did nature. I was out shopping when I just had to go. Nothing nearby and by the time I got to a nearby MacDonnalds it was too late. Luckily I was wearing loose combats again and at least I didn't pee myself. I managed to hide it, walked back to my car and drove home sat on a plastic bag." She goggled at the last bit "That must have been.......a sticky situation." With that lame joke she burst into laughter that had her bending over again clutching at her stomach. At least she wasn't crying again. Her laughter was infectious. I started to giggle. "Laugh it up" I said. "You’re the one who still has a clean-up operation to do." She straightened up and looked at me, eyes full of tears of mirth instead of embarrassment. She sobered up a bit, clearly worried again. "Look," I started. "Your suit will need a wash. Whip it off and chuck us it hear. I'll wash it under the hose and leave it to dry inside out. No one will know. You can clean up and change in the shower. If anyone asks about your behaviour just tell them you felt sick and had to run." That evil little grin again. "Whip it off you say? How daring Stu. If I didn't know better I'd say you just wanted to see me all wet and messy." "What makes you think I don't?" I replied, a mischievous grin of my own. Then I froze as her eyes widened. Shit, did I just say that? Her eyes narrowed as she turned away. She glanced back over her shoulder, face split with a grin again. "Unzip me" she purred. I gulped and stepped up. One smooth motion and her suit was opened up. She bent over to let her pull the top off her head. As she stood up she whipped her hair back. She glanced back. "Thanks" she said before starting to bend over again. This time she slowly peeled off the suit. What a sight. As it pulled down passed her clingy black T-shirt her grey sweats were exposed. From halfway up to her waist band all the way down to the cuffs, the thick, drenched and darkened material clung to her body. The contours of her perfect ass with its bulge the size of a softball, of her shapely legs free to view. As she stepped out of the legs the sucking sound as her soaked cotton socks pulled free from the small pool in each made her giggle again. Her scent hit me next. A soft smell of girl pee with a darker earthy undercut of her poop. Not unpleasant. Not at all. She spun round almost bouncing in place. "Whats the damage she asked, looking down at herself now, trying to twist on the spot to assess everything. From the front it was glorious. Her wet clothes clinging tight against her body, soaked out almost to her hips, only a thin strip down the outside dry and safe. I gulped again. Then grinned at her. "Apart from a bulge and the obvious wetness, nothing visible on the joggers. They might get away with just a rinse for now. Whip them off" I said in my most commanding voice. She mock glared at me, eyes flashing with a curious and unexpected intent that was becoming more obvious to both of use as the scenario played out. "Hmmm. I think your right" she spun to face away again and put her hands to the waistband. Again, the slow sensual peel off of the wet material. Underneath, her tight longjohns we dark red all over, beads of pee being released to run down the saturated material by her movements. The bulge, much more obvious, was nestled between her peachy little cheeks, still no staining visible to further darken the material. She kicked off the sweats to a damp heap on top of her suit. "Done" she said with a breathy voice, spinning around, her breathing fast and shallow now, matching my own. Both of us were getting flushed again and if it wasn't for my suit still zipped around my body, my excitement would be obvious for anyone who cared to look. And from her quick glances she was trying to look. "Long johns next" I almost whispered to her. She nodded and turned denying me the view of the tight red material clinging to her, contouring her pussy perfectly. As her hands moved to her waistband she paused. This would be the big one for her, for both of us. She started to pull then stopped, glanced back at me. Her eyes held a strange expression as she saw the obvious hunger in my own eyes. She turned away again and the tight thermals started their slow decent down her legs. The light blue lacy waistband preceded her now translucent white cotton French knickers. A large dark solid mass of poop dragging them down slightly now they were free from the thermals keeping everything tight against her smooth milky white skin. As she bent further over the mass hid anything else from view but who was I to complain. Her legs were as perfect as I imagined marred only by a thin scar on her right calf. Muscles flexed as she was now bent fully over before pulling first one leg then the other free of her last layer and her socks. She stood up suddenly spinning and, in one smooth move, pulled off her T-shirt as she stood. Again the hair whipped back (who doesn't love the long wet hair look) and her tight, toned flat stomach and abs were exposed above her panties, the tight dark strip of her pubic hair visible seeming to invite the eyes down to her lips below. My eyes dragged up, her arms now folded just below the swell of her b cup breasts, pushing those perky mounds together under a matching white cotton bra trimmed in blue lace. Her nipples where obvious, hardened and proud under the tight material. She shook her head, letting her hair fall to brush against them, the wetness dampening and tuning the bra as tantalisingly see through as the panties. Nipples small and dark against the white skin. Her face was red as she looked at me, watching me take it all in. Eventually our eyes met. "Stunning" I breathed. Her blush deepened. "Im like a naughty little girl, wet and messy" she replied, eyes down. "Never. I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful as you look now." She smiled back up to me. Her arms separated and she stepped into my offered embrace. Our lips met, the kiss soft at first but swiftly developing into a fierce, lust filled move. My hands ran down her back and through her hair, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Her leg moved up my hip to circle around me and my other hand dropped lower. Cupping her ass, fingers brushed against her bulge. That was enough to push it against her sweet little rose bud. She pulled back. "Do it" she moaned as she dove back into the kiss. I wasted no time in cupping the bulge of her firm movement, squashing it slightly, mashing it up against her ass. Still kissing I felt rather than heard her moan again. Her pussy was grinding down onto my thigh now, both her hands around my back and shoulders pulling herself in tighter and tighter. We were lost to the world right then. Even as I felt her tense up, her breath coming in short ragged gasps, I felt my own orgasm start to build just from her rubbing against my body, my erection tight between us under my now cursed suit. As she clung to me, shaking in her release I heard a hissing as the final remnants of her bladder released. My probing fingers pushed deeper, catching the last of her stream through her panties. As my finger tips brushed her waiting lips below she squealed as a second orgasm hit her. Her back arched, head pulled away from me, exposing her breasts again, her pee running down my suit. I didn't hold back and gasped as my own release hit me like a train. As cum pumped into my briefs I bit back my own yell as Sam gasped loudly, panting as she started to come down from her cloud of bliss. We clung together for what seemed like an hour. Eventually she looked up at me. She almost looked ready to cry. "God. You have no idea how much I wanted this. Maybe not like this, but me and you." Her voice was deep from her short breath as she pushed her face into my chest. "For my first time I wanted it to be you. I liked you since we met. The others all think they can spin a gash little story and get into me but you never tried that. Never would. I could tell you were shy but interested. I wanted you. I hoped being buddys could lead to something. I never imagined it would be like or as good as that though" "This scenario wasn't on the cards then?" "No" she snorted with laughter. Then she turned her head up to me. "It's not something that turns you off is it?" "Let's just say this could be something we could explore together maybe". She grinned. That cheeky little grin that turns me to jelly. "Hmmm. Maybe. I might need to shop for more underwear though if I keep this up though. And you". I nodded. "When you said first?" "Umm. Yeh." She looked down and away. "I'm 22. It must be weird to still be a virgin". I pulled her back into a hug. "Not really. I’m the same age and not exactly a top shagger." Another snort of laughter. "I'm not a virgin but I'm not that experienced. Two girlfriends to date and with neither did I dare share what we just did" "Well, me anyway" Sam said, pushing off me again. She stepped back, letting me look at her again. "I expect catch up" she growled in mock fierceness, her finger jabbing at my chest. All I could do was nod, once again struck dumb by her beauty. "Tonight. Tonight we get some dinner, just us, then we find a quiet pub in town and see were the night goes. Sound good?" she finished, bouncing again slightly on the balls of her bare feet, still standing in the small puddle of her second "accident". "Dinner. Drinks to charge up, then catch up. I think I can do that. Then, maybe another first?" A coy little look in reply, eyes flashing under dark lashes. "It's a date!" She said before grabbing her nearby bag and dodging into the shower unit to clean up, leaving me to handle the rest. ______________________________________________________________________________________ More to come. Next chapter will be a first, very wet, date.
  16. This happened a few months back. I regularly fly Bristol to Edinburgh . It's always the last flight of the night and often full of drunken hen/stag parties. Edinburgh is a cool place to go out i guess. This particular evening, the flight was delayed by a good three hours (nothing unusual there). That meant a whole plane load of people sat with not much to do but drink at the bar. I admit, I had more than usual. A good 7 pints. And my seal was well and truly broken. I was peeing every 30-35 minutes. Nor was I alone in this. A hen party, typical in it's loudness and pink tee shirts were keeping a constant stream up of increasingly drunk women to the bar and to the toilets. Eventually though they called our flight. Everyone cheered and headed to the gate. My normal habit at this point is for one last trip to the loo. I know they call it typically 30-45 minutes before you even get on the plane. It might be 60-90 minutes before you can go again. I didn't think of that this time. I had gone to the loo only 15 min before so was convinced I was ok. As we stood around the departure gate the first thing I noticed was that our plane hadn't even landed from its previous flight. In fact it could be seen out the window on final approach. The second thing was the lack of a toilet. Which i knew about but somehow forgot. 7 Pints. At first it wasn't a problem but I could defiantly feel the need. A steady growing in pressure. Not too fussed i thought, I'm a big boy, I can handle this. By the time the previous flight had departed and the plane had been turned around I was at the dancing stage. A very slow shuffle, not quite holding myself but not far off. Around me were people in a similar plight. Especially the Hen party. There was about 12 of them in total, most in jeans and the hen shirts. They were a bit ahead of me in the mass of people but several of them could be heard complaining loudly. The wait, the lack off loos, the lack of a bar, the lack of loos, the slowness of the stewardesses, the lack of loos etc. Despite my own desperate and growing need, I was getting interested. A bit of dancing and a particularly attractive 30 something blond holding herself over her jeans gyrating on the spot. Finally the doors opened though and we spilled out into the night to board. The cold night. Hit me like a rock and I could tell several others were the same. We piled onto the plane, the stewardesses herding us to our seats as fast as they could. I was near the front and in the row ahead of the hen party. Including the desperate blond. As we settled in I was more desperate than ever. The seat next to me was free (I was on the isle) so I was able to grab and hold myself without being too obvious but I was truly desperate. Thoughts of a fateful festival wetting were dancing in my head. I was sure I was about to humiliate myself. As we taxied and the stewardess was delivering the safety demonstration I was locked into a thousand yard state and slow deep breaths trying not to go. I did see her notice my situation and I'm sure I got a sympathetic smile. Behind me I could hear the blonds friends whispering encouragement and telling her to keep holding. We took off, the bumpy runway doing nothing for my need. Got to cruise height. The stewardesses were up preparing the service now. I was simply staring at the seat-belt sign as if willpower alone would make it go out. Then it happened. The ding rang though the cabin as it went out. Behind me I could hear the blond gasp in relief but she was too slow. I was up and moving before she even had her belt off. It wasn't without cost. I was stating to leak a bit now. In-between the waves of pressure, every slight easing causing a dribble. My pants were going to be wet, but my jeans still felt dry. I hobbled, looking like some desperate toddler, right to the front. The sympathetic stewardess saw me coming and stood aside as i practically jumped into the single toilet in the fwd end of the cabin. I could hear and see the blond groan in displeasure as I shut the door in her face. As I was facing the door and away from the toilet I simply pulled my jeans and pants down, sat and burst. God, did it feel good. Even I I peed I was checking my pants. The groin area was wet but not saturated. When I finally finished (to the sound of the blond knocking none stop) i quickly dried my crotch area of my leaks and pulled up my cloths. A quick check confirmed my jeans were dry. A few seconds to wash my hands and flush. Even as I unlocked the door it was practically ripped out of my hands. I shuffled out and the blond shuffled in. There it was. A dark wet patch around her crotch and, as she pushed past me, her bum. And it was growing. Streaks down her legs to he knees before the door slammed shut. After a few seconds her moan of release was heard over the distinct sound of a bladder in full release. Embarrassed, I looked at the stewardess who shrugged at me. I guess she sees all sorts in that job. I felt sorry for the poor woman but I was just glad I hadn't wet myself on a crowded plane. I made it back to my seat (several of the blonds friends glaring at me for stealing the loo first). When she returned a few moments later the blond was clearly mortified. It looks like she hadn't actually made it at all. The wet streaks were to mid calf and her entire ass was soaked. Most likely she simply sat on the loo and peed in her jeans. She was followed to her seat by a few mutters and comments but it was her friends that were the worst. Several laughed at her even as they were jumping up desperately to go themselves. The one sat beside her commented loud enough for several to hear that she shouldn't drink if she couldn't handle it. To the blonds credit, she countered with something along the lines of, "not my first time, probably not my last. And given her friends track record for accidents, was she expecting to make the end of the hen weekend dry" that did shut her and her friends up. I was glad of that at least as I couldn't help but feel a little responsible for her wet state. Even, as I absolutely. Loved. Every. Second. Off it.
  17. Mad Bladder

    Sarah’s Night of Shame

    **note: this was loosely inspired by life with Louie the kiss is the thing episode except this is with a hot female Sarah was a thick blonde girl. Not really fat, but enough on the bone to have a nice shaped ass and hips in those tight blue jeans. Her hair flowed down just above her shoulders. She was about to clock out of work. She wore a tight blue t-shirt and was so exhausted after this long day. In her twenties and working to pay for school, she stayed an extra hour today, came back from lunch early, and didn’t even get a last break. She was a nice girl. Her bosses appreciated this. As she tightened her belt a little she felt pressure in her abdomen. Nothing agonizing, but it was a noticeable discomfort. She hadn’t peed since the start of her lunch and drank down a bottle of water during lunch and drank the last half of her friends. Plus as she walked back after to her post she drank from the fountain. “I should make a quick bathroom break,” she said as she walked out. Standing right there at the bathroom, she looked inside and all stalls empty and to herself. She wanted to wash her hands first since they were covered with food dust. She started to walk out of the bathroom, but then remembered she had to take a leak. But she looked at her watch and noticed she was running late. She bit her lip in a nervous face and knee shook a little as her toes were on their tips. Her bladder ached, but she’d figure she could wait. “Ah I don’t want to be late.” With that, Sarah left the bathroom with her bladder still with a good amount of pee in it. The drive to her sisters high school was not comfortable. The road had many bumps that sent pulse after pulse to make her more aware of her bladder which continued to fill with the rest of the digested liquids she had today. Her legs squeezed together while she stopped at a light. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on, come on.” She said a little nervous. Her foot tapped on the floor as an eternity went by and she could finally get going again. She finally reached the high school and pulled in to park. Her admirable thick white girl ass shook back and forth as she walked into the school in her new black and white sneakers that cost almost a whole paycheck. The tighter jeans she wore were her favorite. Barely noticeable, but if one looked at the right side of the waist just under the belt, the lead singer and guitarist of her favorite band autographed it. Her new white panties were her favorite underwear with pink around the openings for the waist and legs and a rose on the front crotch. Her jeans looked painted on they were so damn tight, but she knew she looked good. As she walked down the hallway of the school towards the auditorium where the play was, she forget about her need for the bathroom after she got out of the car. She saw her mother and her jackass boyfriend Jeff. She sat in her seat, and a high school senior who was 18 named Alan could not help but notice Sarah’s hot ass body. “Hey, you made it!” Her mother said. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sarah said. “I took a leak before,” Jeff said. “These bathrooms are never cleaned.” He said angrily. Bathroom...Sarah’s eyes widened as a familiar need hit hard all at once with a vengeance! She was reminded because of what Jeff said, and her bladder felt bloated and rock hard. She held her abdomen and it felt like a large rock in her hand, pushing out of her stomach. “Oh...boy,” Sarah moaned. One leg kicked up a little as her knees crossed and foot shook. Then crossed hard all the way up to the crotch. Her legs were crossed as tight as a knot. One of her hands pushed deep into her crotch as a huge pulse pushed out her center and sides. She bit her lip in pain and said, “oh man!” “What?” Her mother asked. “I gotta use the restroom so bad.” Sarah moaned. Her filled bladder was pushed against by her tight jeans that it almost felt like it was cutting in. “Excuse me-“ But as she got up, her moms boyfriend pulled her back down to her seat as the stage lit up. “Oh no. If I gotta suffer through this so do you.” Jeff said. “Wha...what?! Mom?” She looked to her mother for support. “Shh. The plays starting sweetie. Just go during intermission.” Sarah’s has dropped and pupils dilated in disbelief. She had to go so bad. She hadn’t gone for five hours and that was after drinking a lot. Both her hands pushed into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat and her legs crossed again. She squirmed and said, “I haven’t gone for like five hours since lunch. I gotta go Mom please!” Her mom waved her away. “Sarah just hold it. You’ll be fine.” “Yeah,” said Jeff with a grin. “Just don’t think about rain, or waterfalls, or...” and be started making a dripping noise. Then he shook the bottle of water he had. Her mom didn’t notice him torturing her, and she didn’t seem to notice or care how what he did made Sarah’s bladder pulse even harder so bad it hurt. She squirmed in her seat and grinded her teeth as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from Jeff. The water splashing in the bottle made her body want to release even more, her bladder became heavier. “Oh...stop...pl...please.” Sarah begged. “Then shut up and watch this shit.” “Quiet you two,” her mom said. Sarah turned to the play as she sat with her family in the middle of the row. She wouldn’t be able to run past everyone fast enough to escape Jeff’s grasp. She had no choice. Poor, poor Sarah bounced in her seat. Her stomach hurt so bad it ALMOST felt like she needed a number two as well. Almost. This need to pee was insane. As the play started, Sarah was horrified to see a boiling pot on stage as part of the set. “Oh....man...” she moaned while holding herself pushing in hard and bouncing in her seat. This was hell for her...but Alan, the creepy boy who sat at the end of the row and found her attractive was in Heaven. “So hot,” he said shaking his head, feeling his boner grow so hard he actually saw it in his jeans. Sarah on the other hand was holding on for dear life, pushing the ocean that hit with waves of rage against her pee hole to burst out. Her lips quivered as she squealed. Such a quiet nice girl did not deserve this. To make matters worse, Jeff gulped down his water, making huge gulping nosies they had a slight water splash sound in the back. She grunted, “Ah...ah....ah!” In complete agony as her bladder sent off large pulses every few seconds, and any feeling between was extreme discomfort. She brought her knees up to her chest and pulled her legs in, still shaking. As she felt her urge becoming too great to control much longer, feeling warm pee digging from the inside to flow out in force, she panicked! Sarah shook not just from physically agony but of much anxiety making chest clench and breathing become heavy. If she let out even a little pee, people could see it, and the whole town would know here. She couldn’t have an accident! But it was just becoming far too hard to hold in. “We’ll break for a brief intermission,” as the curtains closed the teacher said. “About...t...t-time,” she struggled to say. She slowly got up, legs still tight, but Alan who was in the row stood up and pretended to tie his shoe. Sarah was the only one getting up. She had a tough time getting by rude people who were annoyed with her squirming on by. “Excuse me,” she said and blushed, embarrassed by the whole situation, but a major accident in her pants would be even worse. It took her a couple minutes to get to the end, and that’s where Alan blocked her with his back turned. She shoved her hands deep in her pockets as the intense pressure echoed throughout her being. Her legs together tight and she was about to bounce a little but stopped herself. “Um...excuse me, um,” he was younger than she was, so she didn’t really know how to address him. He turned around. “Oh hey! Sorry about that. Names Alan. Was my fathers name too. Good guy...” Sarah tuned out the rest as sweat formed on her forehead. She wanted to bounce like crazy so bad. Why wouldn’t this guy move? She didn’t want to be rude. But then she saw something else. Alan’s huge boner. He was an adult like her even if she was a little older. Seeing such a big penis erected so hard was hot to her. But the last thing someone with a full bladder needed was her hormones going off as they were. Like any horny woman she started to become moist in her girlhood. Mama needed some sugar in her bowl. “And now on to the final act!” They called from the stage. “What the-“ Sarah said stunned, Jeff pulled her down to her seat after, with such force her bladder was rocked hit hard and she sucked her lips in and hands into her crotch pushing back the powerful fury of Poseidon that wanted to break out of her girlhood. “This...this cant be real!” Because to make matters worse, on stage as they performed, a fountain poured loudly, and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she shook uncontrollably feeling like she might literally explode any second. She cried, ALMOST with tears. “Why...why...why is this happening to me!?” The flowing fountain was too much for poor Sarah. How her body so badly wanted and needed to pour like that, and it fought against her to do just that. Sarah was covered in sweat as her anxiety hit extreme heights of panic and the massive bulging pain only worsened. “Will this fucking play end already!?” “My kiss shall awaken thee fair maiden.” Said the actor in stage. “Kid is so gonna choke,” Jeff said laughing. As Jeff shook his water back and forth and the fountain on stage sounded like they were going off louder, Sarah looked up and was horrified to see the sprinklers outside had gone off and were dripping down the window. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHA!” Sarah yelped in agonizing pain feeling like her bladder was literally about to split in half as her jeans dig into her ready to make her pop. She pushed as far as she could into her crotch, legs crossed and over behind the calf’s where her ankles then crossed. She was about to explode and flood the auditorium when everyone got up clapping. The play was over, and the actors bowed. Alan saw Sarah struggling to stand, and he was not about to miss out on this. He ran out and headed into the halls. “Sarah where are you going?” Her mom asked. “M...m-mom...please. I g-gotta go. I’m sorry. It I have to go so bad, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna burst.” Then came tears. Actual tears as she shook. Very emotional. She folded her hands in a prayer. “Please I need to go now. Please...please.” “Alright alright go.” Her mom said. Sarah dodger past everyone and that’s when she stopped as a spurt almost came out. She stopped frozen in terror and pain as she held her legs together. She bent over with her strong sexy ass sticking out from the tight jeans and ran up the stairs holding herself. “Gain way I’m gonna blow!” She made it into the halls..... To be continued
  18. Alex Oxford

    Bank Desperation

    Hey guys, I wanted to share cool little experience that I had the other day at the bank! I'm very quickly realizing that this bank is a prime location for desperation, which I think is hilarious (because, well, it's a bank). I recently lost my debit card, and I needed to get it replaced. While I had already cancelled the card, I needed to go in person in order to be able to get a temporary replacement card, considering the actual card would take a week to get to me. I walked in to the bank around lunch time, 12pm, and of course, there was quite a line at the tellers. I've seen a number of desperate tellers before, but at this moment, that couldn't have been further from my mind. My focus was on getting the card, getting out, and getting something to eat before my lunch was over. The fact that it was this busy here at the bank made me a little anxious that I might not have time to eat. I went up to the "sign in" table, and told the older woman sitting there that I would need to have a seat and they would call me when they were ready. There were only 3 people ahead of me, surprisingly, but only one person was in the cubicles handling customer service issues. I figured it might be a long wait for me. I was sitting for about 5 minutes when a blonde stepped out from behind the teller section through the sealed door. She was pretty, smiling, and on the curvier side. Not necessarily voluptuous, but she wore the weight very well in my opinion! She walked briskly and deliberately over to the cubicles, set up her work station, and called in the next person in the queue. They must have asked her to go and help, and they took her off the till to come over here. She handled the case very quickly, and the other representative had taken the person waiting in front of me. I was next in line, and when the blonde had taken care of her clients needs, she called me in. She was very sweet, very helpful, and had a good sense of humor. We were the same age. I told her that this was the 5th time in two years that I had misplaced my debit card (which is absolutely terribly true) and I told her, "losing debit cards is one of my favorite pastimes," something stupid like that 😛 she seemed to think it was funny because she laughed charmingly, and swiftly crossed her legs over each other while seated. She squeezed them together, visibly. And of course, I couldn't help but notice. Over the course of the next several minutes of small talk and basic service work, she continued to cross her legs, shift in her seat, and at one point, she was fanning her legs back and further. Fast, and she did this throughout the entire time we were there. To me, that was one of the most obvious signs of desperation I had ever seen. I can see her squirming and shifting her legs under the desk, and I was trying very hard not to show my arousal. As she stood up to walk across the cubicle to get my temporary card, I caught an eyeful of a nice, large butt, complimented by her surreptitiously crossing her legs and jiggling where she stood. I was having a hard time not staring. I asked her how her day was going when she sat back down. She said, "It's almost over, thank god. I've been working non stop for maybe an hour or more!" She rocked slightly in her chair and fanned her legs. She must have known that I noticed, but she did not show any facial signs of stress, on physical. The tone of her voice, and her expressions, suggested a composed banker. But her legs wriggling under her desk told me she must be bursting for a pee. Being the mischievous guy that I am, especially when I don't see blatant desperation like this every day, I decided to press a little more. I asked her if she had been able to take a break at all, and she told me no. I told her a short story about a friend of mine who works as a nurse, who once went 3 hours without a break, on a particularly busy St. Patrick's Day. My main intention was to stall her a little longer, the rustling of her tights under the desk as her legs slid back and forth restlessly constantly echoing in my ears. Surprisingly, she did not seem bothered or restless at all during our conversation. In fact, she went into details about her education, and that she had wanted to be a nurse years ago, but didn't feel like going to school for that long. She is now working on a bachelors in political science, and how she wants to work in government one day. The whole time, I could see her swiveling in her chair, back and forth. Her legs were lightly bouncing up and down as she pressed them together. Her hands stayed on the table, but she started getting a little fidgety with her pen, toying with it as her legs moved slowly but constantly under the table. I couldn't imagine how full her bladder must have been, but certainly enough for her to cross her legs and squeeze them together. We wrapped up our conversation as she added my PIN to the card, and she even joked with me that she had plenty left for the next time I lose my card. I laughed, and so did she. I shook her hand, and walked out, only to see a crowd of 5 people or so in the lobby, waiting to be served. She was going to be busy for a minute.
  19. (This is my first interactive story ever) Before we can get started, let's choose the girl's name, her sexual orientation, her hair's color, her bladder's size etc. 1.Girl's name: a)Natalie b)Hanna c)Scarlett d)Jasmine 2.Sexual orientation: a)straight b)bisexual c)lesbian 3.Hair color: a)redhead b)blonde c)brunette 4.Bladder's size: a)small b)medium c)large
  20. bes31

    female The Piss Tax

    This is going to be an ongoing story, I don't know how common the chapters are going to be, but if you enjoyed if, please feel free to comment compliments, critiques or suggestions about the story. The arc is still up in the air so I would love to hear some thoughts on how the story should go with the characters. Chapter 1: Katie Lewis-Daniels adjusted the tight white blouse that had been trapping her for the last few hours. Never-ending discomfort was the name of her life, sitting on a stiff office chair, feeling her tights that she was wearing under her mini-dress were grinding upwards. If only she could simply stand and leave the dreadful square of space that was her cubicle, but she had not reason to. If she was not working, she was not earning credits, and lord knew, Katie Lewis-Daniels needed credits. The woman frivilously typed into the large, multi-faceted computer that stood at her desk. Her thighs were agnoizingly sore, a product of sitting at the chair for nearly ten hours at this point. Her company, a far-too-large financial law-firm always had paperwork that needed to be done, typed up, and sent to another place so they can give it to a secretary to pain-stakingly do. Any time she would near the end of her pile, her section leader, a handsome, but devilish man named Mr. Brooks would walk over, attempt a few words of small-talk with the woman and then hand her another pile of manila folders. Only when Mr. Brooks back was turnt did she collapse onto the folders, throwing a sort of fit. Never-ending, Katie couldn't even remember the last time she participated in work, or sleep. Anything else seemed pointless and unnecessary to her right now, her credits were lower than ever, since her useless College degree was taking money out of the account any chance they could, and suddenly, credits had become a much more needed amenity. She finished another manila folder, placing it on the complete part of her desk, maybe if she worked very slowly, Mr. Brooks would never plop more folders onto her, showing how endless this job actually was. She continued to work, though, as that was pointless, and a waste of time. Besides, she knew how she was paid, every time a folder was completed, a file was entered or any sign of work being done, Katie would hear a ring from her phone, showing that five more credits had been added to her account. She had better use them, though, as College was still needing 100,000 of those. 100,000 divided by 5 credites, Katie thought to herself. 20,000, a file takes around 3 minutes, that 60,000 minutes, which is 1,000 hours of work just to pay off her College, and then, Kate had to pay for rent, amenities, public services, her private life. Well, she thought, she couldn't stop now. Though she had been working for 10 hours, the windows outside were showcasing her city in a bright yellow, hue, as if it was day. That was a window trick, it was actually 8:00 at night, and if she were to ponder outside, she would see barely anything from the darkness. The windows were meant to trick people into not realizing time passing, not to beg to leave when it's 4:00. That didn't matter, no one didn't want to work, and instead just wanted to keep pushing through files, getting five credits. A sudden rememberance by Katie led her to looking through her phone, she opened the app and saw the amount of credites to her name: Katie Helmstein Lewis-Daniels: 12,310 Credits. Knowing the College, she would never see 90% of those credits, and the remaining amount was not enough to justify not working, even if the times were becoming an amazingly late, everyone worked overtime because there was no reason not to work when you could make five credits by filling out a manila folder. Of course there are side-effects to this, such as Katie's body feeling sore needs of working for ten hour stretches. Her stomach was empty, which was okay as she tried to keep her slim waist, her throat was ratched with thirst, her mistake, forgetting the water bottle at home, her legs were cramped, which was understandable, even when she had to stand she was in high heels, and her bladder was full, which was a common problem. None of these problems really mattered to Katie, as she could handle discomfort better than most. The doors to the office swung open, meaning either somebody left or somebody came in. The work was not dificult, but it was busywork, and therefore it was normally dead silent inside the halls of the Secretaries. For this reason, Katie was able to observe things such as changes in temperature or doors swinging open better. This also allowed her to realize what was coming next, her favorite part of her day (sarcasm), the Interns. She wished she didn't have to deal with interns and instead simply deal with her paperwork alone, but she was an intern once, and she learned her ways from another annoyed worker, so it was unfair to not allow the same deal of experience to the next crop of workers. Besides, she had reached a miracle, all of her files were finished, and Mr. Brooks had yet to pour some on her desk. Katie turned and looked towards her intern, of which she could spot easily out of a crowd. The intern was named Mahoe Kokoa, but she went by Missy Kokoa. From her last name, Katie immediately could tell her Hawaiian descent, and her looks did not fail those expectations. Missy had luscious olive skin, long curly hair, and large eyes and lips, not demeaning to the fact that Missy was very pretty, actually extraordinarily pretty. Now, a lot of her prettiness came from the fact that she did not fear to show it off, she wore mini-skirts almost every day, ones that were not even close to company policy, when Katie asked her about it, she claimed that it was all she packed for the eight weeks, while stretching a pair down. I doubt she cared about company policy, but more about just how many stares Missy would get, her body was fully shown off in the small mini-skirts and her dress-blouses and blazer that she wore. Missy would normally walk in with a stride, clicking and clacking on her high heels, but today was different, her shoulders were hanged down, her eyes facing the ground and her legs were slightly curved inwards. "Evenin' Missy." Katie greeted, every intern was assigned one worker, and for the eight weeks of the internship program they meet three times a day, one in the morning, one at lunch and one at closing. While not doing that, the interns are carted away to work on their own projects. She remembered the eight week program, and how tired and exhausted she was at the end. "Hey." Missy responded without her normal charisma. "Do you have any work to do?" "No, I just finished, you can leave if you want." "No, I got to stay until you leave." "That might be a while." "Okay." Her voice rang with a Hawaiian accent, sounding sweet on the ears. Katie could tell something was wrong, easily, and stared at Missy, searching for a clue. "What's wrong, Missy?" "Oh, nothing." But Katie had figured out the problem, something about how Missy's legs refused to be still, her bent over posture. Yeah, Missy had to pee, an understandble problem, in light of current events. You see, the year was 2021, and America had found itself in one Hell of a drough the last few years. Now, the world is not in jeopardy, but certain cogs of society are made a little harder, like paying for water even from the tap, the almost complete removal of high-pressure showers, and one other thing. The Piss tax. The real name was the Plumbing tax, stating that to use public or private amenities, you must enter a small fee, usually five credits to be let inside the restroom. Five credits was not a lot of money (credits and the old US dollars are almost completely equal in value), but the cost was still detrimental to many people and their bathroom habits. Scenarios like Missy are possible, a girl left with zero way of accessing a restroom because of the Piss Tax. Poor girl, Katie thought to herself, she could have been holding all day with no access. Katie was tempted to ask her if she had been able to use the amenities, but refused out of social gesture, she wasn't going to put her in the spotlight. Instead she was silent, watching as Missy grabbed a nearby stool and sat next to Katie, she was quivering in her high heels, holding down her crotch. Right at the moment where Katie finally could relax, though, Mr. Brooks came out of the room with a stack of folders and a trajectory right towards Katie. She gulped and warned Missy. "Here comes some more. Half and half, alright?" "Yeah, sure." She muttered. As expected, Mr. Brooks came over. "Got some more." He grinned through his teeth, a tad creepy but overall normal charm. "Only thing I love in this world." "Hello, Missy!" "Hello." "Well, this is probably going to be the last stack of the night, so don't waste too much time." "You got it, boss." "Good." Katie observes the stack , it is smaller than most, and the want to get home is nice, so the pair begin working on them side-by-side. Katie focuses on the files, but her mind is truly on Missy, it is no secret that she is absolutely bursting, her legs kicking out, riding up her mini-skirt, her hands holding down her crotch, she can even see small bits of liquid forming on the edge of the stool. And yet, Katie does nothing for the poor girl, waiting for her to beg. She considers this a business lesson, no one is going to help you, you must help yourself, and know that if she simply asked Katie for five credits so she doesn't burst, she would be happy to. There is also something mesmerizing about the process, about the desperation that has Katie hooked. Five minutes into the new stack, Missy starts making small moans, her legs completely dancing around in absurd fashion. At this point, Katie realizes its time to make mention. "If you're going to piss, please do it on the toilet and not on my desk." "S...Sorry Ms. Lewis-Daniels." And she continues working, though her posture stiffens to stop any weakness from coming out. Small portions of Missy's desperation are hitting onto Katie's own full bladder, she doesn't show it, as she has had the experience to reject that urge until the last possible moment, and never look like Missy, losing control like that. It reminds her that a piss would feel good at this moment, but she could wait for hours upon hours, a product of working many long days just like this one. "Tell me, Missy. Why are you so desperate?" "I... I.... I drank a lot during lunch, I'm sorry Ms." "Okay, well, when you finished with your last file, I'll take you to the restrooms." A key that she remembered from her own 8-weeks, they don't tell the interns where the restrooms actually are. Katie had a moment almost exactly like Missy's, where she was dancing up and down the cubicle, dying to know where the restrooms were and expell the liquid built up in her. It was easy for Katie to sympathetize with Missy, a sympathy that some of the recruits never receive. When Missy made the file complete, she stood up on a limb. Her legs were crossed in a strong manner, showcasing just how close Missy was from losing control. From a good angle, you could see the crossed legs reveal a small portion of the white panties underneath her mini-skirt, as Katie could from sitting down. It took a bit longer for Katie, she hadn't stood in 11 hours, and her legs were weak as she gave weight behind them, but after a few seconds she got to her feet and began to walk. "Follow me." She said to Missy, who briskly walked behind her, holding herself at every turn. "So, when was the last time you peed." "I... Last night, I believe. I used up all of my allotted credits." "Foolish error." "Yeah..." Missy stopped for a second, and gave her body a tense squeeze. "So you still haven't got any credits?" "I... Oh, no." Missy became worried, tears welling up in her eyes. As she spoke, the reached the large bathroom. "Ms. Lewis-Daniels, I'm really sorry, but can I please... please... please use your credits. I swear it won't happen again." "Trade Secret, dear." Katie spoke in a teacherly manner. "Don't be afraid to ask people for common courtesies." Katie pulled out her card and walked towards the door. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Missy spoke loud enough the rest of the office could hear her. "No problem." She swiped the card and the door swung open. Missy hobbled inside, and the door shut behind her. At this point, Katie finally had time to think about her own full bladder. It was certainly annoying and it certainly made its will known, she had her legs crossed, and she could see the bulge sticking out of her slim body. But, on the other hand, she just paid for another to pee, and she didn't have all the money in the world. Maybe she could wait till tomorrow morning, and with that in mind, she grabbed her purse from her desk and walked out the front door, her bladder giving a strong scream of pain as it was refused relief. As she walked out of the building, she glared over to the alley, where she spotted two interns, female, both in long work dresses and white blouses squatting in the alley. Though they were in the end, urine was rising all the way to the front of the alley, and she could hear the silent chatters of relief from the girl. Good for them, Katie thought, they just saved five credits. Katie hopped into her car and began her nightly journey home.
  21. Daven is young and beautiful girl from Asia. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpRZG4vVjhg
  22. Alex Oxford

    female A Fantasy, Pt. 2

    Hey guys, So this is part 2 of a series of stories I’ve been working on, and I gave absolutely zero exposition on my last post. The premise is somewhat self explanatory, but I neglected to mention a few things. It’s a series of “what if” scenarios that I wanted to flesh out into full on erotic narratives. They’re either loosely or heavily based on real experiences I’ve had. You’ll know which was which I think! But it’s also loosely based on my personal journey of accepting my desires, and being comfortable sharing them. There’s this juxtaposition of fantasy vs reality that I wanted to explore, and I would love to hear what you guys think! If you’d like to check out the first story, the link is right here: I broke “Part 2” into multiple posts, to make it more readable! WARNING: “Part 2” is mainly messing oriented. I’ll mark the area where the messing begins. If it’s not your cup of tea, skip to the end 🙂 there will be some pee desperation in the next post! ********** I blinked. Twice. Three times. What the hell am I looking at? I squint closer, analyzing the various graphs and formulas dotting my paper. A review of a few word problems confirmed my suspicions: I was in economics class. That’s right, I remember now. Economics class; that one class I constantly came late to, and consistently missed altogether. I should really learn to care more, because it’s all adding up. The semester was halfway over, and I think I missed the midterm entirely. I check my phone for the date. Yup, I missed my fucking midterm. Dammit. Fucking dammit. Apparently it had happened two days ago, the last time the class met. Shit. I was going to need a good ass excuse if I was planning on any attempt to redeem myself. The muffled speech slowly became coherent as the professor prepared to dismiss the class. I looked around, thankfully surrounded by people seemingly just as disinterested as me, and even more eager to leave, more than a few other students seemingly restless in their seats.... Everyone seemed to be staring at the clock as time slowly crawled by. The droning lecture on microeconomics, soon enough, had finally come to a close. Being at the back of the class, I had little ability to compete with the students at the front of the class for Professor Cormacks Q/A time. Naturally, I took the opportunity to get some fresh air in the halls outside. Or rather, fidget idly on my phone without feeling judged by the person behind me. I became distinctly aware of a clicking sound echoing through the hall, growing in volume as it got closer. *click, clack, click, clack* Normally, this just means a girl in heels was strolling down the halls, livening the echoing chambers of said building with her trendy but perhaps impractical wardrobe, particularly for the kind of walking you did on a college campus. But as I eyed the figure rounding the corner, I quickly realized she was definitely not a student. A tan, voluptuous brunette in a figure hugging grey dress and matte black heels strode down the hall, with a swinging gait. Her Mediterranean features suggested Middle Eastern descent, and her mature, developed face and frame suggested mid- thirties. There’s no way she was a student. I smiled genuinely at her as she passed, and she smiled back. “Hi!” She said. “Hi!” I chimed back happily. “Are you in Professor Cormacks class?” “Uhhh, yes I am! Sorry, don’t know why I had to think about that!” I laughed. “Hahaha! No it’s fine! Trust me, I know what economics can do to the brain after an hour and a half!” “Is that why you’re showing up late today?” I asked humorously, nodding towards the open door of the classroom. “Haha! No, I’m not a student. We share office space here. Is he available?” “Ummm, last time I checked he was taking a lot of questions. Technically I’m the last in line.” “Oh! I guess I’ll just get in line behind you.” She smiled sweetly. Why she was getting in line behind me, I didn’t know. But of course, I returned the smile. How else could any sane man reply to such a beautiful- *gurrrgllleee* I heard a low rumbling noise. Simultaneously, she crossed her legs, and I flinched a little. I couldn’t help but flinch slightly at the sudden sound of a low pitched rumbling. The smile waned from her face slightly, turning into one of light concern. “Is something wrong?” I asked. *gurrrggglllleee* “No no! I’m just feeling a bit jittery right now.” She said. I gave her a quizzical look. Both the odd rumbling and her curious comment had piqued my interest, and I couldn’t help but feel that flustered look on her face was more than just the common jitters. We waited for what felt like 5 minutes, soon going on 10 minutes. The woman appeared to be growing a little impatient, shifting from foot to foot slightly before crossing her legs. “I’m Alex by the way.” The woman seemed to be caught off guard by my continued interest in conversation. But now I was working my charm. My smile of pleasantness turned into a smile of engagement and interest. My sudden change in demeanor prompted a change in hers too. She returned with a mutual smile of interest, and seemed to purr the name “Aliyah.” “What do you do here Aliyah?” “I teach a Sociology.” “You weren’t feeling Econ?” “Haha, oh no! I’m much more of a people person than a numbers person. Besides, I had to take economics in this same building when I went here and it was a nightmare.” “Oh! You’re an alumni huh?” *Guuurrgggllleee* She made a face, and crossed her legs, tensing her thighs. Shake it off Alex. “I am actually! Class of 2012!” “Well at least I have something to look forward to, you look like you’re doing pretty good for yourself!” “Haha! Well a girl can try!” *bubblerumblechurn* Aliyah did something of a stutter step, stepping lightly in the same spot. She rubbed her thighs against each other as she conspicuously glanced at the bathrooms down the hall. “You sure you’re okay?” “Oh yeah I’m fine! I just....” she hesitated for a moment, but quickly seemed to brush off her reservations as she placed a hand delicately over her gurgling tummy. “I had too much coffee I think.” She confessed with a shy smile. I blushed. “Well I uhhh.... I hope that won’t be a problem for you!” I said, glancing at her legs slightly. She must’ve have seen my glance, as she gave cute, knowing smile upon my returning her gaze. “I don’t think I should have any problems.” She giggled, “I just need to call it quits on the coffee and I should be fine.” I felt myself blush again, probably unnecessarily. Just a pretty girl who’s had too much coffee. What’s the big deal? Lots of people have too much coffee..... *gurrrrglllleeeee* She seemed to tense up, and glanced conspicuously towards the restrooms again. She tapped her foot lightly, and pressed her butt against the wall. She winced ever so slightly. *grrrggllleee* “I can save your spot if you need to.... uhhhh....” I blushed. She looked at me inquisitively, but then smiled wryly. She seemed to understand what I was asking. “No Alex, I’ll be fine. I have no problem waiting.” She said with a clever, teasing expression, her legs firmly crossed. “Besides, you shouldn’t ask a lady those kinds of questions!” My blush deepened, and I felt myself burn a bright red. Of course, in a world like this, I had the overwhelming and irrational feeling that she knew I wanted to see her desperate, and hopefully see her soil her sexy dress. But as if to answer my restless mind, she simply commented, “Thank you though, I know you’re only trying to help.” She smiled reassuringly. Before I could say anything else, the last student left the classroom, leaving me next in line. ”You can go ahead of me.” ”Are you sure?” ”Of course! I’m still trying to think of a good excuse!” ”Hahaha! Try ‘the dog ate my homework,’ that always worked for me.” ”More like ‘the dog ate my midterm,’ actually.” I sighed, suddenly reminded of a more pressing predicament. ”Oh! You missed your midterm?” ”Yeah.... and I don’t have a dog either.” She laughed, loudly. Her laughter filled the halls of the building, and for a moment, I felt comforted this beautiful woman thought that I was so funny. She might have been laughing at me instead of with me, but I chose willful ingnorance this time around. She looked at me, and the gears seemed to be turning behind her dark brown eyes. ”Maybe I can help you.” She said. ”How?” Before I could say anything else, she walked past me into the classroom, where the professor still sat idly in his chair as the break was winding down. I couldn’t help but watch her out of the corner of my eye. She was trying to help me, which was incredibly nice of her. But she also had an awesome body that I couldn’t stop looking at. To make matters worse, I was 99.9% sure she need to.... go. Lust was driving me to further confirm what my gut feeling was already telling me to be true. *rumbbbllleeee* The brunette teacher crossed her legs and stood by his desk as they chatted. She swiveled her hips lightly from side to side. Subtle, soft movements, until- *GURGLE* The brunette bent forward slightly, and raised a leg off the ground behind her. Her butt cheeks clenched visibly. I gulped, and bit my lip with adrenaline fueled lust. What happened last time was happening again. Aliyah continued to stand there, swaying her hips too and fro to suppress her need. I blushed from arousal, watching her her thing waistline and massive ass circle in a figure 8, slowly, deliberately..... I only wished I could stay and enjoy the show a little longer. As “Not a problem Mr. Cormack, I can get those to your grader later today. Is there anything else I can help you with?” *gurgle* She clenched. Her shoulders appeared somewhat stiff. “Alex!” The professors voice woke me from my doldrums. “Yes Professor?” “You missed the midterm didn’t you?” I gulped. What was a lustful fantasy was quickly becoming a nightmare. But this is why I’m here, I need to face the music. “Uhhh.... yes sir, I did. I was actually here to talk to you about that.” “I’m glad to see you being so proactive.” He chuckled, “I got your email, I’m aware of the circumstances. Lucky for you, Miss Aliyah here is available for you to take your makeup exam.” My heart skipped a beat as I looked at her, her legs crossed and her hands pressed against her thighs, but with a warm, unbothered smile. “We’ve met!” She said warmly. “Excellent! Here is the exam Alex, feel free to follow Aliyah to her office.” “Of course, thank you Mr. Cormack!” Aliyah smiles again, and proceed to walk towards her office, down the hallway and to the right. I followed in close pursuit. I couldn’t take my eyes off her massive ass, her cheeks sliding back and forth in her tight gray dress. *gurrrgleee churnnnn* Oh, and that too. There was that. The restrooms were approaching on our left. I saw her glance briefly at them, but just as confidently as she had declined a visit earlier, she declined one now. She walked right past the bathrooms, and I could feel myself getting hard, knowing she’d have to wait even longer. “My office is right down this hall Alex!” “Thanks!” ”Also, you’re welcome.” ”I didn’t say thank you already?” “No, I don’t think so.” ”Well thank you Miss Aliyah.” ”Please, call me Aliyah.” ”Well Aliyah, thanks for making me a lucky guy!” I said, with a hint of suggestion. She laughed, and looked towards me with a cute smile. “Luck has nothing to do with it.” She teased. I took a gamble, “So what do I owe it to? Your way with words? I’m sure he has a hard time saying no to you.” She giggled shyly, “Flattery will get you nowhere!” “Oh come on, I’m sure you’re used to the attention.” She glanced at me with an almost flirty smile, and said, “Maybe.” I liked where this was going. We passed a coffee machine. I couldn’t resist. “Hey Aliyah?” “Yes?” “You mind if I get a coffee here real quick?” “Oh sure, no problem!” “What do you recommend?” I asked her. She seemed to be thinking for a minute. She showed some resolve, and walked over to the machine, pointing to the caramel macchiato. “That ones my favorite. I’ve been drinking that all afternoon!” “Great, I’ll help myself then!” I chimed, but somewhat mischievously, I asked, “Would you like one too?” She gave me a interested look, with the intention of politely declining. But perhaps the tone of my voice required a different response, with a slight smile. “No thank you Alex. If you recall, I’ve actually had too much coffee.” She giggled, crossing her legs. “Oh come on, I can’t help but feel like I’ve.... inconvenienced you?” I suggested, vaguely. A more knowing smile crept across her face. We had already broken decorum a few times, what was one more right? “Oh, I see.....” she said, with a thoughtful smile. *gurrrglleeee* She hunched over ever so slightly, and pressed a hand into her thigh. She sighed, and looked at me. “Is it that obvious?” “Ummmm.... well, just to me, I don’t know about everyone else.” She giggled, “Oh, you’re the expert then huh?” “Well, no....” I countered, “But I know coffee, and I couldn’t help but put two and two together.” “Well,” she said, a wan smile now permanently spread across her lips, “As I told you before, I have no problem waiting to take care of my.... needs.... especially if there’s something else I need to do first.” She thought for a second, considering her next words, before carefully saying, “coffee, now coffee kind of.... speeds things along.... it makes it difficult for me to wait longer, and I end up getting really uncomfortable and really..... obvious.... like right now.” She said, as she stood with her legs crossed and hand over her gurgling stomach. “So.... do you still think I could use another cup?” She giggled, suggestively. I’m no fool. This wasn’t realistic. But I didn’t care. How could I possibly waste another opportunity like this? It’s time to go big or go home. “Yes, I do.... it’s been a long day, I think we could both use the energy.” I smiled back just as suggestively, having already purchased the coffee. As I handed it to her, she sighed, giving me another one of those knowing smiles, but this time, knowing far more than she had before “All right, if you insist. But just to warn you, I may be a little uncomfortable, and you’re going to have to deal with that!” She giggled, shuffling her thighs back and forth. “You better not take long on this test, or you’re in trouble!” She giggled, though nervously. The gentleman in me enjoyed the banter, but the naughtiness in me had every intention of taking their time. If this was the same as last time.... What did I have to lose?
  23. My first Star Butterfly fanfic :) It was dark night on earth. Everyone in Marco's house were sleeping, except for Star. Before waking up, she had a dream which reminded her about cool place where she used to go every week when she was little. Star always liked the magic juice which had amazing flavour. She could drink even 4 glasses of it in 2 hours. After Star woke up by that dream, she has put on her aqua-green skirt, pink leggings and purple boots. Star took her scissors and went to dimension where that cool place was. After entering that dimension where the place was, she instantly noticed it: Colorful Shack with rainbow doors! Exacly as in her dream! Star entered the shack. It was bigger inside than outside. She looked at menu with drinks. To her luck, there were images of everything. On third page she found what she was looking for - Crystal Rainbow Juice! Star ordered 1 glass of it. - It can take up to 15 minutes to get it ready. - Said man who was making the drinks. Star was ok with that - it was nothing for her to wait 15 minutes to get her favourite juice fron childhood. After 5 minutes Star just noticed, that she has to pee a little. She usually went to toilet before going to other dimension. She haven't really cared about that small urge. After 10 minutes juice was ready. She drank whole big glass in 2 minutes. It was amazing feeling for her. - I'd like to order 2 another big glasses of that juice! - Said Star to seller. The one thing that Star has forgotten from her childhood it was that the juice is really fast making her desperate to pee. After 10 minutes Star started to cross her legs. Her urge was now hard to ignore, but she still did it. After 5 more minutes she got her juice. 2 whole big glasses of her favourite juice. Star drank first glass in 3 minutes. After drinking last drop of juice her urge grew a lot. She was now crossing her legs even tighter than before. But Star still tried to ignore it. She wanted one more glass of that juice, her urge can wait. While ordering last glass of that juice, she was now doing pee dance. - Is everything alright? - Asked seller. - Y-yes, I'm alright - She answered. Star decided to go to toilet in that shack while the juice was being prepared. - Ummm where is restroom? - She asked seller. - Oh, restroom is broken. Sorry, girl. - He answered. - Oh, okay, that's not a problem. - Said Star. After 5 minutes of waiting she was very desperated. She was now holding her crotch with both of her hands sitting in chair. She was sitting like that for 5 more minutes. Star was now thinking about peeing in house, but she wanted that last glass of juice. To make distract herself, she started to read menu. - "Lily Rose Juice... Waterfall juice... Waterfall... Sweet water running down to other watter... Exacly like pee would run to toilet from me..." - Star thought. Because of that she leaked into her white panties. There was small visible small wet spot on her pink leggings. She went red and put hand into her panties to make holding pee easier. She stood up and started to do pee dance, crossing legs. Finally, her last juice was ready. - You really have to pee. I don't think you should- Were saying seller, but ended as Star started to drink that big glass of juice. She drank it in half of minute. Star took out her scissors very quickly - Huge wave of desperation has hit her. She misscalculated her room, and got to Marco's room. Marco woke up. - What's happening Star? - He asked with sleepy voice. - I gotta go pee! - She said to him quietly. She was now jumping and holding her crotch throught skirt very tightly. She leaked again. There was now wet spot on her skirt. - You really have to pee, you have been watching waterfalls or what? - Marco asked, looking at Star's crotch. It went more wet as he said it. Mentioning waterfalls by Marcl has made Star start wetting herself. She felt stream of pee going down her leggings. After a while another, and another. Her panties were now soaked. She stopped holding her crotch so tightly. She started to pee herself at full force. Her leggings were now all soaked, as well as bottom of her skirt. The feeling of wetting herself fascinated Star. After 2 minutes she finished peeing. Suddently she remindered, that Marco was there. She looked at him with red faced. - I know spell to clean up that mess. Also, please don't tell that to anyone. Our little secret, okay? - Asked Star. - O-kay. - Answered shocked Marco. He really enjoyed that view of Star wetting herself.
  24. Here's a nice desperation scene with an office lady desperate to pee while on the phone with a client...I certainly wish my office was like this! I'm not sure of the origin or title of the movie this comes from.
  25. fullbladder

    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).