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  1. In this topic i will post some sightings i have had during the years. I will start with one from late eastern 2014: A wet girl coming from the local train: I was riding the local train home from work after a long day. It was around 20:00 o'clock in the night. I got off at one of the stations in the city centre . As i went along the train side towards the escalator up to ground level i noticed two girls in front of me. They had gotten off from the same train. But the thing that caught my attention was a very visible wet patch on the butt of one of the girls. She was wearing very dark blue jeans and a long beige jacket. Her jacket covered her entire butt. And on her jacket there was a very distinct wet stain. It formed the shape of a half circle, and covered her entire butt. I suspected immedeately that she had peed herself, sitting with her jacket partially underneath herself. I got slightly closer. I was not able to see any wetness on her jeans, though. Maybe that was because her jeans were very dark, and any wet stains would be hard to see. I hadn't not seen any of those girls on the train, so they must have been in a different carriage. They continued up the escalator. I was a couple of meters behind them now. The girl with the wet stain but her hand on the wet spot, and rubbed it around. She whispered something to her friend. Her friend looked at the wet stain and said: "Neida, det synes ikke" / "No, it's not visible". Which was obviously a lie. It was visible as hell. As they reached the station hall i heard her friend ask: "Skal du på do før vi drar videre?" / "Do you want to go to the toilet before we proceed?" I didn't hear her answer. But they started walking towards the subway station, in the same building. And in the opposite direction of the toilets. So obviously, she didn't want to go. I went towards the subway station too, to catch a ride the last leap home. I was a few meters behind those two girls all the time. But still i was not able to see any wetness on her jeans. Maybe the stain was limited to her butt area? Or maybe it was because her jeans was so very dark blue that it the wetness wouldn't be very visible at all, in not so bright light? Once more she rubbed the wet area on the bottom of her jacket and asked her friend: "Er du sikker på at det ikke synes?" / "Are you sure it is not visible?" Once again, her friend lied to comfort her and said no. At the platform on the subway station she stood with her butt against the wall all the time. Hiding the wet stain. It didn't take long before she started crossing her legs tight. She looked unconfortable, rubbing the wet stain on the backside of her jacket every now and then. And most of the time she held her hands together in-front of her crotch. When the next train arrived i got on. And that was the last i saw of her. In my area there are a mix of quite old and new trains used in the local traffic. The old type have the toilets closed off in urban and suburban areas, as they are equipped with old-style train toilets who flush directly on the ground. Which is unacceptable nowadays. This has led to a few desperations, and also some wet sighting like this through the years i've riding the local trains to work. But the old trains, with the toilets sealed off are now being phased out in favor of newer ones. Some of them are also upgraded, but they are now equipped with vacuum toilets. So i don't expect much more sightings on the local train in the future, though.
  2. Liliruca Arde from: Is it Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? EASILY my favorite character, the series is along the lines of Sword Art Online (Highly suggest!)
  3. 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.
  4. I downloaded it a few years ago but its gotta be way older than that. I feel like it was part of a series, and it had two peoples names like Dario or something. desperate and punished.wmv
  5. Hello, I'm working on a fantasy game that I'm making and I wanted to share this with you. It's basically a wetting animation for whenever the women wet themselves in game. This particular character pictured is pending, meaning that she may or may not be in the game. I'm somewhat satisfied with the result except for the puddle. Messing content is below, some in combination with wetting. I can post more pictures, since I got other if anyone wants more angles and views.
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    Hi everyone, this is a compilation of various omorashi scenes, all from the same anime. DESCRIPTION: This is from a common anime, not a hentai. On it a girl (the main character of this cartoon) is always trying to make the good girl (who thinks she is her best friend) pees her panties in front of everyone, but there is no mater how hard she tries, the situations always turns against her, beeing the one who always finish wetting herself. CAUTION: This is a common anime, but the charactes are children, I hope it is not against the rules, and I expect it doesn´t offend anyone.

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  7. 674 downloads

    Hi this is my third video, its one of my favorites, hope you enjoy it. DESCRIPTION: This is a movie scene, on it a gorgeous girl hits a gang boss on his head, he gets angry and threated her whit a rifle forcing her to apologizes whit him, after he pretends to shot her and that makes the beautiful blonde wets herself in fear. CAUTION: The girl gets so humiliated, when the gang boys notice she has piss her shorts, they start to make fun of her and she runs out crying for the humiliation, i don´t want ofend anyone, if you dislike dont watch it, if you love beauty girls scared and wetting themseves on fear, you will love it. NOTE: My native language it´s not English, I´m sorry if i make some mistake writting.

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  8. Rainyday

    Aquarius

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    Self-made fantasy-genre desperation/omorashi RPG, following on in the style of Wetters Taiken and HareAme. Includes: Custom-drawn pictures, desperation, wetting and peeing systems, in-battle desperation, two chapters of story and gameplay, and a whole lot of dialogue. More details, discussion and error fixing in the main thread: http://omorashi.org/...-game-aquarius/ I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it so far. **Note: Save files can be transferred between different versions of the game unless otherwise specified. It's recommended to keep your version up-to-date to avoid errors. **IMPORTANT: For the game to work you need to first install xp_rtp104e provided.

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  9. Case 05.pdf I tried Translating case 5 from the shikkin files on Ao Kurage's old website. Not sure if I'm gonna do the other ones. The illustrations are included in the pdf and all the illustrations for the other ones were also posted in the gallery here
  10. As usual, it's been a while since I posted/finished a story - warning; with it's 16 pages it's quite lengthy - but that's how I like them. I started writing this story after the story writing competition, and although this wasn't written as an entry, my story follows the the scenario of the competition. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding, wetting and humiliation. - - JESSICA'S INTERVIEW - - Jessica once again adjusted her tight grey business skirt, and looked up to the tall classic office tower which was now right in front of her. There she was, standing still in the middle of a constant stream of people walking in and out of the building, most of them yelling through their expensive smartphones, not caring about the nervous 22-year old they were passing by, so busy with their work that they failed to notice the restless look in her eyes, her hands trembling uncontrollably, adrenaline rushing through her veins. Her interview would start in fifteen minutes - her first since she graduated cum laude from college - and no matter how prepared she was or how suited she was for the open position, Jessica was extremely nervous. Supported by her outstanding school grades, she had decided to take the ambitious career route, unlike many of her friends. Yes, the economy was tough, especially for graduates, but Jessica didn’t want just a job - she wanted THE job - the salary wasn’t all that important to her, but the medium-maintenance position and career opportunities were. Glancing at her watch, she decided to enter the building, wanting to make a confident first impression by arriving a few minutes early, making sure that whoever was interviewing her would not have to wait for her. “Okay, here we go”, she thought to herself as she walked through the revolving door together with a dozen of people she didn’t know, trying to calm down her nerves. As the cool breeze of air conditioning brushed her bare arms, she felt her bladder twitch, and Jessica asked herself how that was even possible - she had used the bathroom at her apartment before leaving, just thirty minutes ago? Trying not to indulge her nervous symptoms, she pushed the thought away in the back of her mind and obliged herself to concentrate on the job description that she had read literally a thousand of times. The department she was interviewing with wasn’t located in the main tower, but the direction signs inside the building were pretty clear, and after walking through the long glass passage which connected the two buildings, she arrived at the department lobby. The contrast with the main hall couldn’t be any bigger; while the latter was filled with people walking in all possible directions, sounds of elevators opening and closing, energetic like a wasps nest, the department lobby was ruled by complete silence. Jessica barely noticed the receptionists desk, which was situated in the back of the giant modern area. Putting on her best smile, she paced forward, taking a gander at her watch again - she was ten minutes early. Usually she would wait just a little while longer to present herself, but there was no place to hide in the almost empty hall, and she didn’t want to make an impression as a fearful personality, even when it was just to the receptionist. Behind the desk there was a young woman, about Jessica’s age, talking on the phone, politely smiling back to Jessica, implying that she had noticed the visitor, and that she would take care of her after she finished her telephone conversation. Jessica waited by the desk and checked out the receptionist; she was wearing a formal two-piece suit with a grey skirt, almost like Jessica’s but a little shorter in size. Jessica smiled to herself; she had selected her outfit well for interviewing - at least her clothing style wasn’t something that she needed to be worried about. In fact, she thought that the receptionist showed a little too much cleavage for business, the top of her perfectly shaped youthful 36C breasts exposed for whoever might be looking. It wasn’t that Jessica was jealous about her model figure - she didn’t have to, having quite the body herself - she just thought that it was more appropriate for someone working at a respectable firm to show a little less skin. Despite the shorter skirt and open blouse, it looked like she did her job very professionally though, politely ending her call. “Sorry for the wait,” the receptionist smiled, “how can I help you?” “Hi, I’m here for the interview... I’m Jessica.” The reply was short, as Jessica tried to remain calm; now that she was getting closer to the interview, her nervousness started kicking up again. The receptionist shortly glanced at her computer screen, and then stood up. “Ah, welcome Jessica; we’ve been expecting you. It seems like you’re a little early, your interviewer is still on his way - please follow me.” “Did you have any trouble finding our department?”, the girl asked, casually continuing the conversation, as Jessica went along in her direction. “No, not at all,” Jessica replied, the small talk calming down her nerves a bit; the receptionist seemed like a really nice person. “Oh, that’s great - we’re a bit separated from the rest of the firm for the moment, we just moved here... Jessica was it, right?”, the secretary went on, leading Jessica into a large conference room. “So, please make yourself comfortable, I will let you know when your interviewer arrives. Do you want something to drink? Water, coffee, soda?” “Water is fine, thanks,” Jessica kindly accepted; she felt pretty thirsty. The receptionist left and Jessica positioned herself in the nearest seat at the corner of the conference table, took her resumé out of her briefcase and put it on the table top, perfectly aligned with the table border. While she waited for the receptionist to come back with her drink, she felt her bladder complaining again, telling her brain that she could definitely use the lavatories, but again she neglected the feeling, deciding that she was just nervous. With her last bathroom visit just forty minutes ago, it was simply not possible that she had to pee again, and she could easily contain herself until after the interview; that was her point of view. The interview was just a preliminary conversation, so it wouldn’t take a whole afternoon - thirty minutes, tops. It was her first since college, but Jessica had prepared the interview carefully, having practiced her skills with her best friend Kay - she knew what questions she should expect, how to present herself, etcetera. But still; sitting here, waiting for the real deal, was something else. - - - - - - - Thirty minutes later, Jessica was still alone in the conference room - her appointment was late, and she was getting more nervous by the minute, constantly wondering why he wasn’t showing up. Feeling tense, she was strolling along the room’s large window, the 20 ounce bottle that the receptionist had brought in earlier completely empty, all that water traveling down her body, increasing her inconvenient need to pee by the minute. Jessica tried hard not to think about it, now realizing that it wasn’t all nerves causing the signals in her lower body; a noticeable amount of urine was unmistakably filling her bladder up. Keeping her knees pressed together solved the problem for now though, and she was still confident that she could easily manage herself. Jessica chose to sit down again, since standing up clearly wasn’t helping her nervousness, and looked over her resumé another time, wondering whether it was standing out enough between the other many resumés the company probably got for the open position she wanted. Well... she had been invited for the interview, presumably unlike some of the other applicants, right? Her resumé wouldn’t help her anymore, not in here; she would have to charm and try to win the interviewer in the upcoming conversation. But how would she have to do that? Jessica started to doubt about herself again, no matter how many times her friends, parents and teachers had told her how utterly brilliant she was. What if she just got invited as a joke, chosen by the younger looks of her profile picture, thinking that they could mess with her a little, as often was the case at the workplace? What if the reviewer would laugh at her, for applying with a resumé which clearly lacked experience? Jessica’s heart pulsed faster and faster, trying to tell herself that she should calm down. Impulsively, she stood up from her seat and walked towards the entrance door of the conference room; deciding to look for a bathroom after all. The small constant twinges of her bladder were driving her crazy, and it didn’t seem like her interviewer would be here very soon. She cursed herself for not allowing herself a quick visit to the washroom earlier; she had gotten plenty of time to do so in the last thirty minutes. Carefully, making sure that her interviewer wasn’t arriving, she walked through the door leading to the lobby. The receptionist was on the phone again, but Jessica was actually happy that she was, because she was not really sure whether she would dare to share her predicament with an unknown stranger - now she could go on the quest for a bathroom herself. Only a few doors away, she noticed a fancy bathroom sign, and she increased her pace, thankful that she could relieve herself even though she wasn’t near her bursting point yet. However, her joy was quickly taken away from her, as she observed a great number of plumber’s tools spread around the room, the owner of the tool working inside the only cubicle itself. As she walked towards the plumber, Jessica’s bladder complained even harder now that she had reached the lavatories, but it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to use them after all. “Umm... I’m sorry,” she asked, a little embarrassed, “I guess I can’t use this bathroom now?” “Sorry miss,” the plumber - a guy in his 40’s - replied, “there was a water leak that I’m fixing now, so my guess is that you can’t”, he smiled, secretly enjoying that he was in the position to postpone the 22-year old girl’s sanitary break. “Unless you want to try the men’s urinal over there”, he pointed at the corner of the room, laughing out loud, gazing up Jessica’s athletic legs. From where he was lying, he had a great view of her smooth lower thighs, and he secretly fantasized about the shy girl, desperately pulling up her skirt and letting her hot urine gush into the urinal as she couldn’t hold it back any longer, exposing her smoking firm buttocks to him, moaning as she enjoyed her long anticipated relief. In his profession, he had dealt with dozens of full-bladdered ladies, but not one of them so innocently sexy as the fox that was now standing in front of him; a bulge appeared in his work trousers - he hoped she wouldn’t notice. “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied as casually as she could, and she returned to the conference room again, her bladder compelling inside of her, struggling with her decision to leave the only place where she could release it’s contents. - - - - - - - Just a few minutes later, the receptionist walked into the conference room again, bringing Jessica another water bottle, smiling at her. “Hi, I just got of the phone with mister Rodicelli, his last meeting took a bit longer than expected - he is on his way over here - in about five minutes he will join you. We’re terribly sorry for the wait, I hope that’s alright?” “Um... I’m sorry... mister Rodicelli?”, Jessica asked, perplexed. John Rodicelli was one of the co-founders of the company and senior member of the directors board; his name was all over the website that she had so precisely examined. “There must be some kind of mistake here - see, I’m applying for the function of...” “It’s no mistake,” the receptionist interrupted her, “the director wants to make sure that there are only raw talents in the new department that he is starting up. Don’t panic,” she added, seeing the terrified look in Jessica’s eyes, “he’s a really nice guy, I’m sure you’ll do great, I’ve read your resumé; it looks impeccable.” “T... Thanks”, Jessica accepted the compliment, her nerves almost exploding with both fear and excitement. She could not believe her ears; her first interview and she was going to meet with John Rodicelli. John. Rodicelli! “Is there anything else I can help you with?”, the receptionist asked politely before leaving. Jessica almost didn’t hear it, feeling like she was living on another planet, but a stinging sensation in her body brought her back to earth. “Oh yeah... um... is there another bathroom than the one in the lobby?” Jessica’s cheeks turned red, but she - had - to ask, her need getting pretty serious now. “I’m afraid not”, she answered, “this part of the building is still under construction - the closest one is in the main hall, if you must go - main hall, next to the elevators.” “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied firmly, not sharing her weakness with the receptionist. “Sucks, right?”, was the girl’s sympathetic response, “I really have to use the bathroom myself for the last couple of hours, but I can’t leave the desk unattended... thankfully my shift ends in twenty minutes.” Jessica, surprised by the poor girl’s confession, suddenly noticed the receptionist’s bladder bulging against the waistband of her skirt, her foot nervously tapping on the floor - turns out she wasn't lying - in contrary; her bladder was in worse shape than Jessica's! The 22 year old Jessica almost confessed that she was pretty desperate herself, but didn't want to look weak and unprofessional, so she kept her mouth shut. Besides, it was not like the receptionist could solve her little problem; now that she knew how far the nearest bathroom was, she was more decisive than ever. She would just have to hold the pressing ocean of urine inside her, no matter what. The walk back and forth to the main hall would take her more than five minutes; the last thing she wanted to do is to make a guy like mister Rodicelli wait for her - Jessica could only assume that he had a very tight schedule, she had to be ready for him, no excuses. John Rodicelli would never have to wait for anybody; people always had to wait for John Rodicelli - her bladder would have to wait for John Rodicelli. Just a little longer. As the receptionist left the room, she tried to give her crotch a quick squeeze, but the tight skirt prevented her fingers touching her most private area. GOD, she needed to pee; it was like she was in junior high again, fidgeting in her seat, hoping that class - or it this case the interview - would be over soon. Not thinking clearly and feeling thirsty, she unscrewed the cap of the new water bottle the receptionist had handed her, greedily gulping it down her throat, not realizing how fast it would hit her already stretched out bladder. - - - - - - - - Fifteen minutes later without having had a glimpse of her interviewer, Jessica was regretting her judgement now; she could have easily gone to the main hall restroom in a quarter hour, heck - she could have CRAWLED to the place if she had wanted to. But she hadn’t, and her desperation had gotten SO much worse; constant waves of discomfort were running through her entire body, indicating how much she craved for relief; the uninterrupted wiggling in her chair could only help her so much, the strain on her muscles so intense that she almost couldn’t imagine doing an interview in her position. Trying to focus on her resumé again, she uncrossed and crossed her legs another time, hoping that mister Rodicelli would arrive soon, so that she could do her interview and then RUN off towards the bathroom. As a spasm tormented her bladder again, she heard voices from the otherwise completely silent lobby area, suspecting that her interviewer had finally arrived. Footsteps coming towards the open conference room door confirmed her suspicion, and Jessica rose out of her seat, squeezing her thighs again one last time, adjusting her skirt, putting out her best possible smile, even though she was suffering physically. Her heartbeat fastening, mister Rodicelli walked into the room, looking very fresh - and younger looking as Jessica had thought beforehand - wearing a spotless grey suit combined with a red tie. Although the pressure ‘downtown’ was still very much there, Jessica forgot about her need for a few seconds, delightly smiling, like a young foolish woman in love. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” mister Rodicelli introduced himself, clearly less intimidated than Jessica, “I’m terribly, terribly late, if you really want to punch me, go ahead, I’m won’t be mad, never to such a beautiful young woman! Hi, I’m mister Rodicelli. John.” The easygoing words by her interviewer calmed down Jessica’s nerves just a little bit, but she chose to stay professional, wanting to show off her good manners. “Well, it’s not a problem at all sir, thank you for giving me this wonderful opportunity to come to talk to you, it’s really an honour.”, she replied and shook hands with mister Rodicelli. “The pleasure is all mine, Jessica - um - Jessica’s fine, right?” he grinned, checking out the 22-year old applicant, approving her formal clothing style. “Well off course mister Rodicelli, please do.” Jessica played her role perfectly. “Good, good... um, I really hate to ask you this but um... there’s a slight change of plans, I’m afraid; see, I’m especially looking forward to your interview, but I have to catch a plane in...”, he turned his arm and glanced at his watch”... forty minutes. So I’ve been meaning to ask you; if you’re ok with it, maybe we can do your interview on the way to the airport, in my car? My chauffeur can drive you off anywhere you want afterwards. Well, if that’s alright with you off course, we can always reschedule too, if - if that’s what you like...” Jessica quickly thought about mister Rodicelli’s proposition - her interview, on the way to the airport, with literally not a single bathroom around, only cars and bushes? She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, but she could hardly refuse, could she? I mean, it was mister John Rodicelli she was talking about; she would probably jump in the river if he had asked her nicely. Her bladder heavily complaining, she fortified her smile. “No sir, that’s alright, I’m uh - flexible”, she spewed out one of her trained job interview buzzwords. “Splendid!”, mister Rodicelli enthusiastically concluded, “Alright, no time to waste, let’s go!” Immediately he took off, and Jessica had no choice but to follow him, urine sloshing inside her small size 4 body, torturing her nerves. Saying that she could use a quick pee right now was a euphemism, walking around in her high heels only making the feeling worse; this wasn’t nervousness anymore. If only she had gone to the bathroom when she had felt the first signals, instead of brushing it off as interview stress, then she wouldn’t be in this position. She ardently hoped that they would pass a washroom on the way to the car park so that she could excuse herself for just a minute, but much to her dismay, mister Rodicelli walked towards the elevator in the lobby, right next to the door to the bathroom with the broken toilet. Vigorously praying that the plumber had fixed it by now, she peeked through the door, only seeing the man’s tools still lying all over the floor - the plumber taking more than the time he needed, hoping to catch the 22-year old desperately coming in again, praying to use the bathroom before she exploded. Jessica had no intention to do so, but she could not resist thinking about the plumber’s proposition to lift her skirt and pee in the urinal. Oh, how amazing the relief would be... but off course, even if she wouldn’t mind to expose her most intimate parts to the unknown stranger, there was no way she could to that without soaking herself completely - this was only a good plan in fairytale world. Pressing her thighs together, she walked into the elevator, together with mister Rodicelli. The doors slowly slid shut and Jessica stared at the receptionist, whose shift had just ended, running towards the main hall, her youthful breasts bouncing up and down as she had decided not to wear a bra to work today, openly holding herself, praying that her tormented bladder wouldn’t burst in her panties, after composing herself for so long this afternoon. The elevator doors opened on the parking level, mister Rodicelli's car - a large corporate black Mercedes with tinted windows - already standing in front of the elevator with the engine running. Rodicelli courtly opened the door to the back seat to Jessica, and she graciously got in, struggling to keep her trembling lower body still as she had to urinate SO bad. While her interviewer went around the back of the car, she thought about what the best position of her legs would be, realizing that she would not be able to shift around during the ride too much, or her need would become noticeable, and the last thing she was going to do was admit that she was almost wetting herself. She wasn't a high school teenager anymore, she had to act professional; if the receptionist held on, so would she have to do. Ignorantly she tried to tell herself that it was just a psychological matter, denying the fact that that every bladder had it's limits. Jessica decided to keep her legs crossed, hands folded on her upper knee so that she could apply just that little extra pressure. - - - - - - - The first part of her interview went pretty well; mister Rodicelli was nodding approvingly as Jessica rambled on about her studies and the research she had performed during her last years of college, her participation in many community projects, and how excited she was about the possible prospect of executing a function in the company - just as she had practiced. The only thing she had not rehearsed, was the stinging sensation under the waistband of her skirt, as her kidneys produced even more urine to be pumped into her body. The stress on her sphincter was ENORMOUS, and while Jessica’s talking could only take so much of her attention of her emergency, she maintained her smile though, dangling her foot around to keep her legs in motion. “Well,” mister Rodicelli took the conversation over, “I’ll have to admit; your resumé and your achievements are - very - impressive for a 22-year old. Even so, we are having many applicants for this function, - some of them offering a career with years of professional seniority. In your own eyes, do you see your - um - lack of experience as a problem?” “I think that starting in a new firm comes with a learning path for every new employee”, Jessica answered immediately, having expected this question, “and I have to admit that my own learning path might be a little more rough than some others with more professional experience - however, I think my personal qualities will make up for that, whereas my age comes with a great number of positive points as well.” “Mmm; what do you exactly mean when you say ‘positive’?”, mister Rodicelli continued, as Jessica gasped for air for just a second, pushing her hands hard on her knee, jamming her thighs even closer together. Her white silk panties were getting moist with sweat, but as long as it was just sweat, Jessica couldn’t care less. “I can offer both devotion and flexibility in my schedule and my working hours, which I think is very important in the beginning of a new job,” Jessica replied carefully, trying to keep half her mind on the conversation, and half on her overwhelming need to relieve herself. “I am determined to take as long as I need to succeed in my work, and I am determined to keep myself available 24/7 in case that’s needed. I think this is an almost necessary aspect of the modern volatile society, and I think that not all older applicants can assure you that.” “I’m glad you brought up the issue of time management”, mister Rodicelli took over again, going on about how starting up a new department could be time-wasting for every employee, and how important everyone’s attachment for the firm was. Jessica just nodded and tried to process her interviewer’s words, but it was so hard, her bladder CRAVING for her attention, sending hundreds of warning messages to her brain each second. All she could think about was finding the so much needed bathroom, but as Jessica was very well aware, there were no bathrooms around, not even a single wall where she could hide and squat behind. She wanted to urinate so badly, she didn’t even care about going in her panties anymore, she justed wanted to let go, anywhere in the world, just not in mister Rodicelli’s car. Shifting a few times in her seat, having so much trouble keeping the ocean of hot urine inside her 22-year old body, she wanted to moan to express her feelings, but she kept both her vocal and urinary organs under control. “... so how do you feel about that?” Jessica panicked for a second, a sharp pain bolting through her body, having paid attention to her throbbing bladder so much that she had blatantly missed the last question. “I’m - um - sorry, about what?”, she asked, embarrassed, hoping that mister Rodicelli wouldn’t realize that she was barely listening; it would most certainly reflect on the rest of the interview if he did - but thankfully for Jessica, he didn’t mind posing the question again. “I was wondering whether you would have a problem with working overtime,” he recapitulated, looking Jessica straight in the eyes. “Not at all - I see it as a package deal that comes with the job,” Jessica replied in just a few words, not really sure what she could possibly could add to that. Her readiness for the interview decreased by the second, as she was going through a series of serious painful contractions. “Alright - we have not arrived at the airport yet, but I think we can end the interview with this one, unless you have any more questions for me, off course,” mister Rodicelli concluded. Jessica had so many topics prepared in the back of her mind, wanting to show her interest for the firm, but at this very moment she wanted nothing else than this interview to be over, so she could concentrate on her alarming condition - besides, she risked missing out on of her interviewer’s questions again, which would make her look bad. The interview had gone pretty well, and she could only mess it up from now. “No, thanks - and also for the interview”, she wrapped up, pulling out a forced smile out of her again. “The pleasure was all mine”, mister Rodicelli complimented Jessica with her spotless interview. “How long ‘till the airport, Carlos?” “About ten minutes, sir; as you can see, the traffic is rather heavy at the moment”, his chauffeur politely answered his boss’s question. “Splendid - well if you don’t mind, I’m going to make a quick call to make sure everything is set up on my arrival”, mister Rodicelli announced, again glancing at the ravishing applicant sitting in his corporate vehicle, while taking his cellphone out of his briefcase. Jessica did not answer but instead she graciously smiled, actively trying to hide her personal predicament to her interviewer. The poor girl felt like her sphincter was under attack by an army of small urine droplets, harmless on their own, but as millions and millions of them joined forces, they applied a massive and almost unbearable pressure on her burdened bladder. It was like they were living their own life, their only purpose making Jessica’s existence worse, but the truth was that there was just no more room left inside her abdomen, and to make matters worse, Jessica’s kidney was still working hard, processing the loads of water that she had drunk while waiting for her interview, sending even more urine downwards her slender body. - - - - - - - Ten minutes didn’t seem like a whole lot of time, but Jessica honestly didn’t know whether she would be able to make it or not; for all she knew, she could last for another half hour maybe, or uncontrollably explode into her panties in the next minute instead. She no longer had her body under control, and that thought frustrated her; her interview had gone well and she really felt like she had an actual chance for the job - but if she would soak the car of her possible boss, she would most definitely lose it all. Anxiously she tried to press her firm thighs even closer together, but she was already doing everything she could to make her holding more manageable. She NEEDED a bathroom, and fast, too - it was the only solution, but they were still on the highway and there was not a single place in sight where Jessica could possibly relieve herself. As traffic moved on slowly, Jessica thankfully took advantage of mister Rodicelli’s lack of attention for her while he was discussing matters over the phone, and carefully positioned her briefcase on her lap, biting on her lip to improve the precision of her movements. As her lap was now covered, Jessica shifted in her seat a few times, knocking her knees together and rubbing her smooth thighs against each other. There was plenty of leg space in the large corporate Mercedes, but Jessica tried to compose herself and not to move her lower legs around too much, afraid that mister Rodicelli would notice her somewhat immature behavior. While nervously glancing at her interviewer to make sure that he wasn’t looking at her, Jessica slowly let her right hand slip under the briefcase and tried to squeeze her fingers around her crotch, but - much to her dismay - the tight fabric of her grey business skirt didn’t allow her. Despite straining her fingers, her fingertips could only reach the top of her groin; she was so close, but yet so far. Frustrated by her taut clothing, she moved her hand downwards her thighs, trying to position it between her legs and under her knee-length skirt, but naturally that didn’t work out either. Fueled by the tremendous desire to hold herself, Jessica secretly tried to pull the textile a few inches up her legs; maybe she would be able to position the skirt a little higher over her right thigh - which was out of mister Rodicelli’s field of vision - so that she could briefly squeeze her privates - just maybe... She felt her hand slowly sliding upwards, her fingertips nearing the sweatier parts of her inner thigh, as she nervously peeked at mister Rodicelli to make absolutely sure that he wasn’t staring at her. Just two or three more inches... Her heart pulsed faster as she realized that she was no longer behaving professionally, but she just couldn’t handle herself anymore, the tremendous need to urinate being so strong that it was influencing all of Jessica’s actions. The fabric of her skirt wasn’t helping Jessica at all, but she pursued, now brushing the stubbles of pubic hair just below her bikini line with her middle finger, as she had not shaved her privates before the interview. Her hand trembling with adrenaline, she pushed her hand deeper between her legs, eagerly trying to make the last leap towards grabbing her most intimate parts, but then she noticed how far her skirt had ridden up her thighs - she was almost showing her entire upper left leg to mister Rodicelli! Jessica thanked God that he wasn’t paying attention to her, and wondered how awful the situation would look like from his point of view; she was openly displaying her bare thigh to him, almost as if she was offering her young body in exchange for the open position! Off all things, this could ruin her interview the most; no sensible man would hire a woman for such an important role in the company, if she have the impression that she would use her body for climbing up the ladder! Truly disappointed that she had failed to touch her privates, Jessica removed her hand from between her legs and pulled down her skirt again, and just in time too, as mister Rodicelli glanced at her while continuing his call. Jessica’s heart skipped a beat; she had almost crushed her interview by giving in to her most bestial desires, but she had just saved herself at the last moment. That, however, did not imply that Jessica was secure, as she still had to pee SO unbelievably bad that she believed that her bladder would literally explode if she would have to hold even more urine. Her strained muscles screamed for relief SO HARD that Jessica almost was afraid that she would hurt herself, but she did not have much of a choice; she was sure that if she would relax herself for just a second, she would drench her panties in sizzling hot liquids in no time with no chance of stopping the flow. There was no way that she could allow herself to do that; the psychological pain of wetting herself on her very first interview would be much worse that any other physical pain that she might endure. She HAD to hold herself together somehow, she just had to! As she fought back wave after wave, Jessica closed her eyes and tried to think of something else to take her mind of her extreme need, hoping that it would soften the strength of the torturing neural signals, and surprisingly it did. As the minutes passed, she fantasized about a variety of things and for the first time today, her need seemed to decrease instead of constantly increasing like it had in the last hour. Off course, this feeling was merely psychological as her bladder was still exorbitantly full, but the truth was that it really did help her holding the ocean inside of her young body. Slowly but surely, they approached the airport and Jessica began to get more and more positive that she would be able make it after all… and as her confidence rised, she started to let her guard down. - - - - - - - Seemingly out of nowhere, a GIANT spasm - one Jessica had never experienced before in her life - hit her bladder, and it hit her hard - MUCH too hard. In the blink of an eye, she lost control over her entire body. For Jessica, it was like time stood still for a moment; she was so mortified that she felt like she could no longer move. Alarm bells started to go off in her head, her entire lower body region felt numb - the unimaginable had happened; she had lost control of her bladder! While gasping for air, she tried to think of a way to get out of this horrible situation, but she couldn’t possibly imagine one without ruining her interview. Realizing that there was nothing more that she could do, her hands darted off to the door handle on her side of the car, hungrily glancing towards the green grass growing on the side of the road. Tears started welling up in her eyes, as the grown-up woman inside her really didn’t want to do what she was about to do and that was jump out of the car and squat where anyone - including Mr. Rodicelli - could see her. But poor Jessica didn’t have much of a choice, and if she was going to humiliate herself anyway, she figured that she could better do that outside of the car instead of soiling the leather back seat of the corporate Mercedes. Jessica brushed the handle with her fingers, wanting to speak up to announce her runaway, but then, out of nowhere, felt that she was regaining control of herself and her tormented bladder. Hot golden drops were definitely escaping through her pee hole as Jessica felt her labia getting moist, but it wasn’t the overwhelming torrent that she had expected, and more importantly; somehow she had managed to hold back the rest of the ocean inside her! Jessica’s fingers slid off the door handle as she clenched her muscles, praying that she would be able to suppress the next few violent pressure waves. The burning sensation in her abdomen was so overwhelming that Jessica herself didn’t know whether she would be able to sustain without hurting herself, but she HAD to try, she had to or she would never forgive herself for not attempting to take the leap. Her bladder was screaming for relief, constantly pulsating without giving Jessica the chance to loosen up, not even for a second, and Jessica hoped that she would not have to endure another huge spasm like before again. Battling with her own body was something that she was not familiar with, the feelings boiling inside her were outrageous. Since she had never been SO desperate for the bathroom in the past fifteen years, Jessica didn’t know ANY special holding techniques at all; this fight was a battle that she had to win with the strength of her bladder muscles alone. She knew it and it saved her appearance too; grabbing herself or jumping up wouldn’t help a thing, and it would only blow her cover. After what was possibly the most agonizing minute of her life, Jessica had the situation under control again; she still had to urinate so bad, but the danger of uncontrollably flooding both her panties and the car floor was gone, or at least, that was what she hoped. Her throbbing bladder was still torturing her, begging furiously, trying to persuade the 22-year girl that she needed to relieve herself soon, but Jessica FELT more in control. Given the full state of the organ, stretched out way past it’s normal dimensions, it was off course possible that her nervous sensors were lying to her, but she had to stay positive, it was the only plan she had. Her almost-accident from the minute had left a few marks though; Jessica had leaked a considerable amount of urine and the front of her white silk panties were soaked. She could only hope that the back of her skirt was still dry, as she realized that the grey fabric would show even the smallest wet spot. The remaining ride to the airport entrance was only two minutes in time, but for Jessica, each second felt like an eternity. Every possible muscle in her poor adolescent body so badly wanted to let her body relax, letting her pee flood out of her, putting this unbelievable torture to the end. She didn’t care about her favourite pair of silk panties anymore, or her expensive suit that she had bought just for the occasion; Jessica was willing to ruin them all, if she could just PEE! It was only her mind that was keeping her from doing so; if she could only last for another minute or two, her interview and her day would be saved. “Alright - Jessica - this is where our our paths diverge”, mister Rodicelli concluded their meeting by reaching out his hand, “thanks to your flexibility, I’m just in time to catch my plane, it seems. We’ll definitely keep in touch, you can expect a call from us in the next couple of days.” Jessica kindly smiled and shook hands with her interviewer, hoping that he would not notice the sweaty palm of her hand. “Thanks again for the opportunity, mister Rodicelli, I look forward to hearing from you again”, she replied, surprising herself that she still managed to come up with such a polite answer, while multiple strong waves were thumping against her bladder muscles, thousands of urine drops sitting at the verge of her pee hole, ready to come out as soon as Jessica’s mind would give the orders. She couldn’t wait to jump out of the car and find the nearest bathroom, but she knew that rushing off as soon as she could wouldn’t exactly improve her appearance - and keeping the golden rule “an interview isn’t over until you walk out the door” in mind, she decided to remain seated until her host would make the intention to leave. “So, the backseat is all yours, where does Carlos drop you off?”, mister Rodicelli offered his corporate vehicle to Jessica. “If it’s alright, I’m going to get out here with you, sir - I have some personal business to take care of in the airport building”, she desperately tried to get out of the offer, knowing that she couldn’t possibly hold it until they would arrive at her place - or any other place for that matter. She HAD to find a bathroom at the airport, and fast too; her poor bladder was about to burst! “Well, isn’t that a coincidence,” he smiled and then rose out of his seat, “well then; have a nice day!” Jessica forced a last smile on her face, and then opened the door, sighing loudly as she saw the airport departures hall right in front of her; finally, a building with fully functional toilet facilities! She squeezed her thighs together, placed her high heels on the parking lot, and hesitantly stood up, hoping that she could stand up without instantly flooding her panties. Jessica had to pee so badly that she had trouble walking towards the main entrance; she was not used to wearing these kind of shoes, and she had a hard time trying to press her legs together, afraid that if she would relax, she would soak her panties in a heartbeat. The burning sensations inside her were stronger than ever, and as she was walking, Jessica quickly pressed her hand on her skirt again, hoping that she could relieve the pressure for just a second, but the tight grey fabric didn’t budge, not at all. Under the skirt, her cotton panties were uncomfortably clinging against her most private parts, the piece of underwear dampened from her previous near-accident. Jessica couldn’t help thinking about squatting between two cars and letting her so-urgently-needed pee splatter all over the asphalt, but during rush hour the airport area simply was too crowded, she had to hold on for just a little longer. Jessica tried to compose herself as she was walking through the revolving door, her bladder pulsing fiercely, her knees trembling as she could barely keep from letting go. In her compartment of the revolving door was an Asian family of the - two parents and a girl who was a few years younger than Jessica - the father struggling with the many suitcases they had with them, bumping against the safety mechanism of the door wing, stalling the door multiple times. Jessica refrained herself from swearing loudly, not wanting to draw any more attention to her, but inside she was cursing the Asian man who was involuntarily postponing her much needed bathroom visit. She was so close to having an accident right here, on the floor of the revolving door, she needed to get out of this place, fast! Her eyes scanned the departure hall through the glass door, hoping to catch a bathroom direction sign somewhere, so that she could rush off to the nearest one as soon as possible. A huge wave hit her body, and Jessica closed her eyes to concentrate on controlling the tremendous need to urinate, having failed to yet find a bathroom sign. Thankfully, the Asian man finally entered the departure hall, taking the large amount of suitcases with him. Jessica tried to pass the family, but they were still blocking her way, and she coincidentally overheard the conversation between the Asian girl and her mother. “Mom, I really have to go to pee!” - “Sure honey, we’re just going to check in first and then you can go to the bathroom right after, alright? Come on, let’s go!” Jessica stopped and crossed her legs firmly, while examining the airport board of directions hanging right in front of the door. She had trouble concentrating, as her tortured bladder complained heavily, she had to find a bathroom NOW or her struggle would be over soon. She didn’t know how she had even managed to hold on for so long; she never would have thought that she could sustain such an unbelievable pressure in her body. The thought frustrated Jessica to her core; despite all her efforts, she was still in very danger of trashing her white panties if she couldn’t find a toilet in time. Telephone cell, first aid, gift shop… the signs were all there, but none to lead poor Jessica to a bathroom. She almost decided to give up her search and hurry outside to squat somewhere, but then she saw it, in the lower right corner; a sign for the lavatories! Jessica gasped, and almost released the contents of her bladder out of relief as she was so delighted to finally find a place to PEE! Thinking about her coming satisfaction didn’t help her though; the “key in the lock”-syndrome kicked in and Jessica now needed to pee WORSE than before. Not caring about the other people or anything else but finding the bathroom anymore, Jessica hurried towards the direction of the sign, breathing heavily, biting on her teeth to endure the stinging pain in her body. “Oh yes, oh yes!” Jessica whispered softly as she neared a hallway with a bathroom sign on the wall next to it. “Oooh, oh yes… fuck yeah, I… I made it!” She swore loudly; luckily for her there was no-one around who could hear her. “Oh yes, come on Jess, just a few seconds… just…” She couldn’t control her emotions anymore; her brain was now sending multiple signals to her bladder, telling that she could PEE, finally! “Oh yes…” She tugged at the side zipper of her grey business skirt, pulling it down a few inches, exposing a part of her smooth leg and the side of her white panties to the world, but Jessica could no longer care; she so badly needed to pee that once in the bathroom, she would never be able to wait to unzip her clothing, it had to be done now. Rapidly gasping from the excitement, Jessica increased her pace as she entered the bathroom hallway. Seconds away from release, her bladder muscles weakened just a little so that she could immediately start peeing once her mind allowed her. Thousands of drops were in position, ready to come out, and Jessica was almost unable to stop the straining ocean of urine. She realized that and tried to regain the stress in her muscles, but she couldn’t - there was no way back. Fortunately for her, the ladies’ was just to the right… - - - - - - - “No… no!” Jessica screamed out, watching in horror how the bathroom stalls were just a few meters away, only they were blocked by a coin operated paddle gate; it didn’t take Jessica very long to realize that the public lavatories in the departure hall were pay toilets! Frantically, she turned around, hoping that she could use the men’s facilities instead, but they were also blocked by the same gates. Tears welled up in her eyes; sure, she had money with her, in her briefcase, but it was just that she needed to pee SO BAD she could hardly breathe - and now she had to find a fifty-cent coin! Her bladder DEMANDED relief, now, but Jessica didn’t really have a choice; she squeezed her thighs together, dropped her briefcase on the tile floor, and took out her wallet. Her hands were trembling, and Jessica felt that the control of her bladder was slowly slipping away; she had held it for so long, but the deception of standing meters away from a bathroom stall and not being able to use it was just too big, too unexpected. Helplessly, her bladder spasmed and a small spurt escaped, dampening her white panties even more. “No… no yet…” Her mind was going crazy, tears were blocking her view, and she bit her lip while desperately tapping her feet on the floor. Her entire body was shuddering and she could hardly control the movement of her fingers, making it harder to open the wallet. Frustrated that she couldn’t instantly find the right coin, she cried out to no-one in particular; she could not believe that this was happening to her. 22 years old, her first job interview just minutes away, and she was going to wet her panties in public! Jessica closed her eyes again, trying to regain some of her composure. Deep breath in, deep breath out, deep breath in, deep breath out. She opened her eyes again, flipped through all the coins in her wallet, crossed her legs, uncrossed her legs; anything that could help her hold it. Waves of desperation ran through her entire body; the next leak was ready to come out, and Jessica had no clue in how to stop it from happening. “Come on, come on, no!” She was moaning, almost crying, thinking about giving up and just humiliating herself, but she found some inner strength and carried on. To her despair, she finally realized that she didn’t have any fifty-cent coins with her; she yanked a five euro bill out of the wallet and hobbled over to the change machine in the bathroom hallway. While hopping from foot to foot, Jessica desperately tried to push the bill in the machine, but her hands were shaking so hard that she could hardly align the piece of paper in place. She just couldn’t hold it any longer; a sudden burst of pee exploded out of her tortured pee hole, drenching her underwear even further. Jessica barely managed to hold the rest of the massive flood back inside her, but the damage was done; urine drops were travelling down her smooth young legs, most of them landing in her shoes, some dripping onto the glossy airport tiles. Jessica was so embarrassed that she had to fight her tears; she tried to cover up the wetness on the floor by sweeping it away with the sole of her shoe, but by moving around, even more drops escaped from her soaked panties. While the waves inside her got even more ferocious, the machine rejected her 5 euro bill and Jessica panicked; it was her last resort - she had to try once more! This time, the machine accepted her bill, but it was too late. Her exhausted bladder that had been stretched way beyond it’s limits gave up completely, pee uncontrollably erupting from her body, saturating the fabric of her panties and the front of her skirt, streams of pee running down her legs, forming a puddle around her feet. Jessica herself was amazed by the strength of the waterfall between her legs - the pressure was unbelievable. Jessica started to cry and tried to stop the rest, but she couldn’t, pee sizzling in her underwear, splashing onto the glossy floor. At that very moment, Jessica heard footsteps in the hallway, coming her way; it was the Asian girl from the family in the revolving door, both hands jammed between her legs, obviously desperate for the bathroom herself. She ignored and ran past Jessica at first, busy focusing on her own problems, almost bumped into the glass paddle gates, now facing the same problem that Jessica had faced before. Crying out in disbelief, she turned herself to Jessica, squirming uncontrollably, her fingers furiously massaging the crotch of her jeans, and she blurted out: “Ex… excuse me… m-m… mi... miss… can I have a coin? I… I don’t have any money with me… it’s an… emer…” She gasped and paused. “... emergency!” The girl looked down, eagerly waiting for a reply, and then she noticed the puddle under Jessica’s feet, small transparent streams splashing on the ground. “Oh my god… are you peeing yourself… you are peeing... I’m so sorry… I just need a coin… oh my god I… I just can’t believe that you are… sorry!” Jessica was mortified; not only had she pissed all over herself, some unknown girl was witnessing her accident too, her eyes transfixed on the pool between Jessica’s legs. Jessica wanted to run away, but she couldn’t move, as if her feet were glued to the floor. “M-m-miss? Please, it’s a… an emergency!”, the Asian girl pleaded, repeating herself, her voice weakening, as if she was running out of power. Jessica just wanted the girl to leave so that she could be alone, and decided to donate one of the coins that the machine had given her; the Asian girl looked like she was almost having an accident on her own. The girl kindly accepted Jessica’s gift with one hand, unbuttoned her jeans with the other, then rushed off towards the bathroom. Dancing on the spot, her bladder contracting violently, she successfully inserted the coin and the glass paddle doors opened. As she sprinted to the nearest stall, the thought of being finally inside a bathroom was just too much for her to take, urine started bursting out of her, the back of her tight jeans suddenly turning dark blue. She simply couldn’t hold it any longer, but the nearest stall was only a few feet away, and she yanked down her panties, pee gushing through her Hello Kitty panties, spraying onto her legs, the bathroom floor, and the toilet seat. Mentally and physically worn out by recent the struggle between her and her bladder, she let her ass cheeks touch down on the toilet seat and spread her legs, not even trying to take off her underwear anymore. She just completely relaxed and sighed loudly as hot pee sizzled down her legs and finally hit the bowl - fuck, that felt good! Breathing heavily, shivering with excitement, she completely emptied herself, forcefully peeing for at least thirty seconds. But as the trickle between her legs started to slow down, tears sprung into the Asian girl’s eyes, starting to realize what she had done - she had peed herself, and now she had to go back to the airport hall with a huge mark on her jeans, to sit with her parents on a plane for the next few hours, her underwear totally soaked. Sobbing uncontrollably, she wiped her legs dry; her plane was about to leave, she had no choice but to pull up her panties and walk back to the departure hall in shame. Jessica walked all the way back to her apartment in her wet clothes, too embarrassed to take a cab or a bus, thinking about how humiliating her day had been, trying not to wet herself in her interviewer’s car, succeeding, but not making it to the bathroom, soaking her business suit as a 22 year old. She had practised this day a million times in her head, but she had never thought that she would end her interview this way, walking across town, wet silk panties clinging against her privates, her shoes ruined. To make things worse, all the water that she had drank in the conference room while waiting for her interview, traveled downwards her body FAST, filling up her exhausted bladder in no time, and when she reached her neighborhood, she REALLY had to pee again. Her body trembling, she fastened her pace, realizing that she was close to having a second accident that day. Struggling with her keys, she almost lost control of her bladder on her doorstep, a wet spurt jetting into her panties as she opened the front door. Much to her amazement, her best friend Kay was standing in her hallway, waiting for Jessica to come home to surprise her after her very first interview. Jessica was perplexed; she gave up completely and fiercely peed into her underwear for the second time in just a few hours, while Kay was staring at her, her mouth wide open. She almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing; her friend was wetting herself right in front of her, the marks of her first accident clearly visible on her skirt. Jessica started crying again, realizing that this wasn’t just a bad dream; what was supposed to be an exciting event turned out to be the most awful day in her entire life. While pee was still streaming down Jessica’s legs, Kay put her arms around her best friend’s neck, hugging her and kissing her on the forehead, trying to console her. After Jessica was finally cried out, Kay helped her into the shower and got her fresh clothes. Jessica cleaned herself up, and they ended seeing a movie together, but Jessica almost instantly fell asleep on her friend’s shoulder, trying to erase the memory of this horrifying day out of her head. A few days later, Jessica got a call; she didn’t get the job. THE END
  11. Hi guys! I’m back with another desperation and wetting story. This one happened quite recently about a week or so ago, so let’s jump into it! First of all I would like to apologize for my lack of content over the past few months, I’m a university student now and this period is really hectic with lots of things to do, my schedule is filled everyday and I have no time for omorashi. However the things I need to do are getting lesser day by day so hopefully I can find myself more time to indulge in omo and share my experiences with you guys. This happened a week ago. My schedule was really packed that day with lectures in the morning and afternoon. I woke up in the morning with a relatively full bladder; my roommate was done using the bathroom and I went in to relieve myself of a whole night’s worth of pee. After that I got dressed with black panties and black leggings, as well as a skirt on top of that all. I put on a bra and a matching shirt and proceeded to pack the stuff I need to get through the day. I packed my large bottle as well so I could get through the day while staying hydrated. Short description paragraph for those of you that may have forgotten my image: I’m 19 years of age, standing in at a petite height of 5’2 and weighing about 100 pounds (I really need to eat more). My bladder size is smaller than average so I fill up faster than most people. Blessing in disguise I guess? Back to the story. I had lessons all the way until 12pm, followed by a short lunch break of 30 minutes and another 2 and a half hour lecture. For unknown reasons I was really thirsty that morning and finished my whole bottle of water even before lunch break, which is about 50 oz. I got through the morning without much needing to pee despite that. By the time it was lunch break my need was only at a 3/10, nothing significant enough to worry about. The queue to get food was longer than usual, meaning I had no spare time to rest, let alone visit the bathroom and pee. I finished my food and drink in 10 minutes, then I refilled my 50 oz bottle in the cafe for the afternoon. It was already 5 minutes before the start of the lecture and I certainly did not want to be late. My friend bought me starbucks which I happily accepted, and went in the lecture hall. My need at that point was only a 3.5 or 4 out of 10 so peeing was not on my mind. In hindsight I had a lot of liquids in my system already. There was 50 oz from my bottle, around 10 more from the drinks I had during lunch, and 16 more in the starbucks. Although I did not feel it yet, they were certainly going to make themselves known by me. My small bladder is about to get punished harshly About an hour into the lecture I was starting to get bored, when my needs got more prominent. The need to pee at that point was at a 5 and I was starting to notice the effects of so much liquids that I consumed prior to that. I thought it was no big deal at that point as I could definitely hold it through the whole 2 hours, I have been in a similar situation of feeling the need to pee just after the lesson started. I put no thought to it and continued listening to the professor. An hour and a half into it and I was really starting to feel the effect of my bladder. My need has increased to a solid 6 and I was seriously doubting if I could make it out of the lecture comfortably. At this point I was being very optimistic to make it to the bathroom after the lecture with dry panties. I was certainly not planning on doing a hold that day but I got careless and ended up like this. I think my bladder was out of shape from a few months of not holding, so with the lack of practice naturally it can’t hold that much. I was starting to get fidgety in my seat from the need so I crossed my right leg over my left and pressed my thighs together in an attempt to subdue the urge. With half an hour to go my need has increased substantially to a 7.5, occasionally spiking to an 8. I was getting very fidgety and squirmy in my seat as I try to hold back the fluids in me from leaking out. My movements that point to hold it in was more frequent, squirming back and forth in my seat, crossing and uncrossing legs, bouncing knees and trying to grab my pee hole from my butt so it’s not that obvious. My friend sitting next to me who knows about my fetish noticed and asked me “Hey Kayla what’s wrong? You look like you are shaking all over” “Oh nothing’s wrong I’m just.. I’m just a little cold” I stuttered a reply while trying not to give away my need of the bathroom. “Do you need to pee?” She asked, having seen my tell-tale signs of desperation too often. I told her maybe just a little quietly and she gave me a naughty look, asking me to hold on. The lecture was finally over, but my need has further increased to a 9/10. After hearing that we are dismissed I was overjoyed that I can make a mad dash to the bathroom in my room; relief was near and I can avoid an embarrassing accident. I stood up after packing my stuff into my bag, which caused my bladder to contract. That movement released some pee into my panties, which I instinctively crossed my legs tightly and jammed a hand into my crotch to hold it in for a little longer, simultaneously dropping back into the seat to remain discreet. My friend gave me a weird look as she wished me good luck holding it back to my room. I began the walk back to my room where the bathroom was(my room had a bathroom which I shared with my roommate), peeing was my top priority now as I wanted to avoid an embarrassing accident. Fortunately for me my room was quite close to the lecture hall. I walked towards it with a full bladder while pausing occasionally to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together, to avoid losing control. I made it to the room without leaks except that first one which made my panties damp, and was surprised to see the door unlocked. My roommate was in the room for some reason unknown to me at that point, my need has increased to a straight 10 as relief was so near. I threw my stuff on the floor and dashed to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. I was horrified as I found myself locked out of relief. With legs crossed, a hand in crotch and bent over from desperation, I called out “Hey Daniella are you in there” while frantically trying to push the door open. My roommate told me she’s having a stomachache. “Please Daniella could you hurry up I’m literally about to piss myself here” I replied while pee dancing on the spot. My bladder opened up again as another leak came, this time bigger than the previous. I stuffed both hands into my crotch, grabbing my pee hole to stop the flow, but the wet spot was bigger. Lifting up my skirt to examine it I found the wet spot to be as big as a tennis ball on my leggings between my legs. After that my roommate told me to look for another bathroom if I was that desperate as she was going to need a while. With no choice I went on to look for another bathroom to pee. My bladder was absolutely screaming for me to empty her now, and leaked again. I felt my fingers in my crotch dampen as I squeezed my muscles back harder. I really could not hold it anymore and had to pee as soon as possible. I had to walk in such a way that there was constant pressure on my pee hole, so my need could be reduced ever so slightly. The downside is that I had to walk slower, and it looked like a waddle which would be embarrassing when people saw me. Finally I got to the next bathroom on campus, but was horrified to see a long line of about 10 girls! I was certain I could not hold that long so I had to look for another bathroom on level 2. As I was climbing the stairs I leaked again, and again, and again despite that hand on my pee hole. I leaked so much that the wet spot extended way past my butt and was starting to show up on the front, lucky for me I had the skirt to cover up a portion of it. I finally got to the bathroom but there were still 3 girls in line! Having no choice I joined the queue while pee dancing on the spot, with tightly crossed legs and bouncing around. The next leak told me I could not hold it anymore. All of my pride thrown aside, I walked up to the girl next in line, with a hand in my crotch I said “Please sorry I’m about to piss myself I can’t hold it anymore may I please please go in front of you” while turning bright red. She stared at me awkwardly but eventually agreed. My need increased tenfold, with relief being so near, but finally it happened. I heard a flushing sound and that was my bladder’s cue for relief. No matter what I did, the pee contained inside came gushing out. It was not a leak, not a dribble, but a total loss of control. I was peeing myself, standing next in line, the piss inside me came out full force with a hissing sound. It streamed down my leggings front and back, soaking my shoes and pooling around my legs. The girl in the bathroom came out, along with the 3 girls behind me in the queue, and watched me while I wet myself. I was humiliated but the relief felt amazing. After that I apologized profusely and went back to my room to have a shower and a change of pants and got along with my day. My roommate Daniella stared at my glistening wet pants and was quite compassionate about it, she helped me wash up. My friend saw a change of pants and assumed something too So that was my story! In the future I will have more time so hopefully I can spend more time doing holds. Stay tuned! Kayla
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    ※ It's a continuation of our club work "DESUPENA story of Christmas", but Motosaku can enjoy the one of non-play. ■ Story The world which will be several months later from the story of "DESUPENA story of Christmas" which becomes a previous work. A main character and Rita are a girl of a sister probation. To become a grown-up sister, Quest will be advanced while making and distributing sacred water. It's the trial dirty by much hardware to wait. Can Rita endure such trial really or...? ■ About a system. Quest type RPG. I'll receive a request of Quest by a church, make the warp the site and make up with various Quest. The kind of Quest is various with a delivery, a rescue, acquisition, search and subdual. And the event dirty every respective Quest...! ■ About a dirty scene. When receiving Quest, it's various by the "dangerous degree rank" which can be confirmed. The dirty scene soft relatively such as onanism and wetting is D and a C rank. A rank is set by the condition such as the B and the A as a hard scene such as tentacle kan and alien substance insertion, and the Quest progress added to a taste becomes possible. A dirty scene of the small rank and the SS rank which are more radical when Quest is being advanced,...? Attention is indicated before a hard scene beyond rank A, and the one I read/which isn't done can choose. Additionally I also have duck with slightly dirty Sean at a place unrelated to Quest. ■ About operation. Change in the leaving picture representation character and the ON/ semitransparent /OFF function The display of the window/hidden function The display of character production of a dirty scene/hidden function ON/OFF function of the cut-in by a battle scene and a wetting scene The message skip dash super-fast forwarding function is mounted. ■ Careful point This work is produced in RPG TSUKURU VX. RTP in RPG TSUKURU VX is needed play. An upgrade of additional Quest is also scheduled for sales starting later under Motosaku. When buying it, I'll recommend you member registration to DLsite.com. ■ Please see following picture about a change point. The present version is ver.1.05. 7 H scenes become additionally from ver.1.00. Please see following upgrade information for details. Please see a text of attachment in a site or a work of our club about more detailed information.

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  13. hi ok like some of you know yesterday i wet myself i was holding my morning pee and i had to pee very bad i was talking with my friend and he want me to hold it as long as i can i leak a bit and that wet a bit my short but i've been able to stop it and hold it a bit more then he allow me to pee and of cours i did it in my short first i stand up over the toilet then since i had to pee a lot and i didn't want to make too much mess on the floor i sit on the toilet and finish to pee through my pants so I end up completely wet myself by the was i really need to pee now and seeing my pic make me want to pee myself
  14. I am not a native speaker, but i still hope the story is worth reading. I don't know if part I made it into that forum, so these are part 2-4. If part 1 appeared somewhere in the forum , a friendly and helpful admin may put these threads together? - Thanks! Part 2 A few month after that small accident at the gym and a few weeks after her last exams, Laura was looking forward to meet with her friends. This evening she wanted to meet her good friends Miriam and Johnny, to watch a film in the city's cinema. Miriam and Anna were a bit nerdy when it comes to films and movies. They both were big Tolkien fans and so they wanted to see the film The Hobbit. Its been a while and “The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey” premiered just a few days before. So the girls were really exited. And Johnny...? Well Johnny never cared about anything too much. Not even about the fact, that his name wasn't Johnny after all, but he didn't liked the name Ephraim and so he called himself Johnny. He was a guy with a real rebel attitude. He was a bit small but sturdy guy. He had radically short hair and a really rakish stile. He had that kind of dark jewish humor and a really big mouth. Anna knew him since they both were small, even since then he was always up for some trouble. When Anna had asked him, he just nodded and said “' Got nothing else to do..! I will come with you” Before they wanted to meet each other at Miriam' s home, Anna was working out at the gym. She arrived a bit too late and all sweaty in her sport outfit. When Miriam opened the door she wrinkled her nose and moaned, “Uhh Anna! Are your serious? You will not go to the cinema in your sweaty sport pants, will you?!” “Shut up Miriam! I will hit your shower and got some spare clothes with me. Is Johnny here already?”, Anna replied angrily. “Johnny? On Time? - Like he would care.” Miriam rolled her eyes. So Anna head for the shower and took off her sweaty stuff. Anna enjoyed along warm shower. When she finished the shower, she dried herself off, did some quick make up and grabbed a fresh, black sports bra and pulled on a pair of tight pink boy-shorts, that perfectly fit her nice ass. Just wearing her underwear and a drying her hair with a towel,when she went back into the living room. “Miriam? When do you want to leave?” , she called for her friend. “ Hey, never expected you to wear pink panties! It fits you well, Anna!”, said a rough manly voice. “WHAT THE!?”, Anna shrieked in shock and tried to cover her body with the towel, “JOHNNY! LOOK AWAY- YOU JERK!” But Johnny, who was sitting on the couch, just smiled and said; “Why should I? The view is quiet delightful!” “Look Away or I will beat you up, Johnny!”, Anna growled and picked up her tight jeans. She quickly pulled up the light blue, skintight jeans. She really had too pull strongly and jumped up and down, hardly getting the tight jeans over her butt. Johnny was just sitting on the couch and watched her it with a kinky smile. “ Nice Ass, Anna! Never noticed that!” “ And I never noticed, that you're such a dick!”, Anna replied and tried to stay angry. But she felt some kind of flattered. She always liked Johnny and it wasn't a bad feeling to earn some aroused views. And for some reason, she was a bit turned on by that stupid guy. So she quickly started to giggle and posed a bit for him, shaking her ass and giving herself a light slap on the cheek. She slowly slipped into a black t-shirt, squeezed her little tits and giggled. Her skinny jeans were so tight, that even a sexy pantyline was showing. “By the way... where is Miriam?” Anna asked; “Is she gone already?” “Näh! She's in her room.. Doing make up and something like that..” Johnny smiled, “Guess it will take a while, you know her.” And it really took ages... When Miriam was finally ready, they were already running late. So they jumped into the car and Johnny rushed to the cinema. “Hurry up! We need the tickets! They will sell our preordered ones, when we're too late.” Miriam hurried. “You were the one taking soo long!”, Anna grumbled ; “And I need a toilet first” “We got no time for that, or do you wanna miss the film, cause of your tiny bladder?” Miriam answered in an annoyed mood and Anna didn't want to start a fight. So they quickly bought her tickets, some soft drinks and snacks and went into the hall. It was really full and they had luck to find a the last three seats in the middle. Anna and Miriam were really exited, they really where huge fans. During the first one and a half hour, Anna nearly forgot her urge to pee. But when the last half hour went on, she really had to go. She crossed her legs and pressed her knees together. After a few minutes the urge was getting stronger and her nice butt was rocking back and forth in the seat. After another few minutes she couldn't even sit still anymore. “Oi, Anna..” Johnny bent over to her and whispered in a concerned voice; “Is everything okay?” “No... I... I really have to pee”, she answered silently and her face turned slightly red; “ I mean... I' am really bursting..” “Are you kidding? So go to the toilet, Silly.” Johnny shook his head in disbelief. “No Way! I don't wanna miss the final scene. I mean... It's the Hobbit, right? I will go after the film.. I can hold it that long”, Anna replied. Johnny just smiled and watched her, while she was rocking back and forth in her seat and obviously hold her hand on her crotch. When the film was finally over, Anna hurried to the girls toilet. She expected a line, but just found a large red sign “OUT OF ORDER” “Whats wrong, Anna? Need a pee?”, giggled Miriam gleeful; “Strong Anna with a weak bladder?” “Shut up, Miriam... I'm nearly bursting right now!” Anna replied in desperation, “Can we hurry, Please!?” “Hrm? Oh Sorry.. I am going to meet Michael outside.. But may Johnny can bring you home?”, Said Miriam and left them, to meet her stupid boyfriend. “what a bitch...”, thought Anna. “Sure.. let's hurry, Anna..” Johnny looked at her pitying, “ Can you make it?” “I.. hope so!” Anna didn't seem too confident about it, but they hurried towards the car. But after they left the cinema, crossed the main road and entered a side street, every step became a torture for Anna. Out of a sudden, she felt a few hot drops of urine trickled into her panties. She just stopped and her eyes opened in shock, when she felt the growing warm wetness inside her panties. “Urgs Sh..it!”, she gasped, her face turned red and tears filled her eyes; “Johnny..! Wait ..!” Johnny turned around and watched her with a mixture of concern and arousal, “Anna? Everything all right? “ “No its not! I... I... “ her voice was shaking; “I.. can't hold it any longer!” He looked down at her crotch. Anna couldn't hold it back any more and a huge spurt escaped into her panties, soaking them and forming an embarrassing wet patch on her light blue tight jeans. “Ohh...Noo!”, she cried out, when her bladder finally gave up. Within seconds, the dark wet patch was growing on her crotch and expanding towards her legs and up to her nice ass. For a few seconds, a real river was running down her slim legs and forming a puddle between her sneakers. “Well... that... was.. really hot.” Johnny seemed a bit confused, while he watched her in disbelief. “Hot..? I.. I just wet myself!” Anna replied and started to cry. But then Johnny grabbed her by her hips and pulled her towards him, giving her an hot kiss right on her tasty lips. She has known him for years! In the hole time, they were just best friends.. and without a warning, he just kissed her. He kissed her and it felt soo good and simply right. She felt is rough hands on her wet ass, squeezing her tightly. She laid her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. For a few seconds, she felt only his strong hands on her but and his lips on her own lips. But then he released her from his hold. “ I should bring you home... or you`ll catch a cold.” he said with a lovely smile. “y..Yeah .. Your right, I guess..” Anna nodded. At the car, Johnny laid a plastic bag over Anna's seat and brought her home safely. Anna turned towards him, bent over and kissed him again and said, “You know... You can come upstairs into my room, if you like.. And stay overnight. “ Part 3 A few weeks later Johnny became her first real boyfriend. A he was quiet good one, much better than anyone would have expected. Caring, gently and protecting. He always made her laugh, when she was upset and never failed to make her feel good. So even after a few weeks she nearly moved into his flat. Most days of the week, she spend with him. She generously ignored the chaos, the football banners and even developed some sympathies with his old school punk music. Johnny was sitting on his bed, a laptop on his belly, hammering something into the keyboard, when she arrived after a hard workout at the gym. She wore some green workout tights and an old, worn gray hoodie on her chest. Her hair and her body where all sweaty when she arrived. Johnny looked up and smiled,“Hey Honey! Why do you never shower at the gym?” “Tzz! I do... Sometimes! But I jogged the whole way back..!”, she replied pertly, “And guys like you shouldn't talk about smell, you know?”Then she smiled and walked towards the bed, bending over it and giving him kiss. “What you're doing there anyhow? Beating up your Laptop?” “No, I am writing an essay for the universities qualification...”, he replied and tried to concentrate on his work, “I really need to get this done..” “Ohh soo you won't need no distraction, right?” she smiled naughty and took of her hoodie; “'cause you had to do something, right..?” She bent over again and squeezed her nice small tits in her tight black sports bra, moaning a bit. He looked up and bit his lip, watching her move her body, glittering with sweat. “I really need to get this done, Honey...” he grumbled, but couldn't get his eyes of her. She smiled wickedly and said “Ohh I dropped something!” Then she bend over and stick out her nice little butt, the visible pantyline reveled that she was wearing some cheeksters underneath her tight green sportpants. Then she went back to the bed, bend over it and said, “Do you want something of these..?”, while she gave her left cheek a slight slap. “Uhh..Yes.. I really want to..” said Johnny now totally distracted. “ Too bad you won't get it!” Anna said and jumped back from the bed, “Got Ya!” While Johnny grumbled and shook his head in disbelief, she just went out of the room, but not without moving her hips as sexy she could. After that she head for the bathroom. She drank a lot during her workout and really needed to go, besides a shower was necessary. When she took the doorknob to enter the bathroom, she felt a strong hand grabbing her hips and pushing her towards the wall.” I thought you got something to do?”, she said with an wicked smile,” And I told you, that you wont get nothing” “I Know... And that's really bad! You're such a villain. Using your powers for the evil..”, he replied with an evil grin. “So what?”, she smiled superior. But than he pushed his thumbs into her hips, in a circular motion he moved them downwards, slightly rubbing her bladder. “Uhh Don't!”, she gasped in a mixture of desperation and pleasure:” I.. really need to go...” “ I know.. but villains like you, need to be punished, right?” he smiled and just went on rubbing his thumbs against her bladder. She tried to push him off, but the felt so powerless. That pleasure was overwhelming. She didn't wanted to piss herself and tried to prevent it, but then the first spurt of warm urine went into her panties. She bit her lip and moaned loudly. Then another, bigger spurt soaked her panties completely and formed a small dark patch on her crotch. “looks like the evil villain couldn't hold herself anymore, hmm?”he said amused. Then a full stream was running down her tights, soaking them completely. The piss was dripping on her running shoes, the floor and his bare feed. He grabbed her by her hips, lift her up and carried her into the bathroom. With a heavy breathing he watched her last spurts running down her soaked green sport tights. He grabbed her shoulder and bend her over the edge of the bathtub. After pulling down her wet tights and soaked black cheekers, he pushed himself inside her. She moaned in full pleasure, when he done her from behind. It was a quick but intense one. They both came contemporaneous. When he was done, he took a towel to clean himself up, while Anna dropped to the floor totally exhausted. He just smiled, went to one knee and gave her a quick kiss before he left her on the floor. She never felt that kind of exhaustion after her workouts... And she really needed a shower right now... Part 4 Johnny looked into the mirror and shook his head in disbelief. “This is a joke, right?” he lifted his eyebrow and looked suspiciously towards Anna; “You're not serious, are you?” He looked back into the mirror. He was wearing a white linen cloth shirt and a old fashioned dark red vest, some matching Knickerbocker-like pants. His shoes looked like giant feed with some brown fur on top of it. “So... I am a Hobbit?” he was shocked by his own look, “You made me go to a fucking nerdy comic convention... Dressed like a hobbit?” “You agreed to come with me!” she explained with an large grin on her face, “ And I told you, that we would dress up.. So take this wig. There are no bald Hobbits in the shire.” “there are no tattooed ones ether, are they?” He lifted his right arm, where a big tattoo was showing, the emblem of the football club Ajax Amsterdam; “So I will be the first skinhead-Hobbit in fucking Mordor.” “They live in the Shire...! No Hobbit would live in Mordor.. that's where Sauron is..!” She explained to him, like it was a totally normal and serious matter of fact. “Well.. But why do I have to look like an 19th century Irish drunkard with hairy feed and your costume is like.. A sexy archer?” Johnny complained heavily. “ I`m a Ranger of Gondor! Not an archer..” she corrected him. Anyhow it was a real sexy outfit. She wore a light brown leather chest armor, a long green cloak with a hood, some nice brown high boots and a really hot, skinny brown leather pants. On her back, she had a quiver and a bow, a dagger on her belt. Untypically Anna's blonde long hair was falling openly on her shoulder. It was a big difference between her normal sporty stile of clothing. But with a fine and well trained body like hers, she looked good just gorgeous. “Why do you have a weapon and I only got... Shitty fur on my feed? May I have a Baseball bat?” he liked the look of her costume, but really hated the idea to go to a Nerd convention. He was a football fan, interested in football, punk music, beer and stuff like that. Being a Hobbit, wasn't his biggest dream after all. “Of course not! Hobbits don't do that..” she rolled her eyes and bent over to tie up her boots. Johnny shove away her cloak, to give her a little smack on her ass. The clapping sound was just hilarious. “IEKS!” Anna shrieked, “Hobbits don't do that neither!” Johnny laughed at her protest and turned around into his room, a few moments later he came back with a Shillelagh in his hands. “What the...?” Anna lifted her eye-brow. “When I have to walk around like a Irish drunkard, I will be armed like one.” he explained and laid his hand on her butt cheek again, squeezing her tightly. “ Damn.. that's such a fine ass, my sweet Archer-Girl” “I am a Ranger.... of.. Gon...!”, she wanted to protest, but he just passed her and head out of the flat. It was a nearly 3 Hour ride till they arrived at the Convention. An old sports hall, full of nerdy people and things. It was like some kind of limbo for Johnny. Long skinny guys dressed up like Elfs with plastic elfish ears, nearly half of the other guys where dressed like Frodo or Gandalf. And a few beer benches and old tables, that supposed to be “the prancing Pony”. Johnny had no idea what this was all about. For him this film wasn't even a good one and he never read the book anyhow. He loved those old Scorsese films, like Mean Streets, Taxi Driver and Raging Bull. He really felt a bit out of place. But there were too things that kept him there. At first there was, his smoking hot girlfriend in her sexy archer costume... Or Gardian.. or Ranger or what ever. He couldn't even kept his eyes away from that sexy ass or her nice little tits for more than three minutes. For that girl, he would go through this hell. The second thing was his discovery, that it was possible to smoke weed with his nerdy Hobbit-Pipe. After two Pipes and nearly endless seeming five hours in that smelly sports hall, Johnny nearly beat up a plus sized Legolas for reproving him, that a pot smoking bald Hobbit was just implausible. Anna really enjoyed herself. She brought herself some stuff, participate at a tombola, listened to the live music and drank at least three bottles of some “Hobbit Brew”. It was just some Heineken Beer with a cheap label stick on the bottle, but still tasty. To be honest, it was just a small event and didn't seemed to be very professional, but still she enjoyed herself. But after five hours and three bottles, Anna was getting tired. So they left the convention and drove home. “Are youuu... Shure you can stilll drive, Johnny?” asked Anna tipsy; “ Aand you're a reaallly cute Hobbit! You Know?!” “I am pretty sure, that I can drive...” Johnny answered; “But I don't think we should ask the police about it.” Johnny wasn't numb anyhow. It's been a while since he smoked his last pipe and the high was gone for hours. While they drove home, Anna felt a sleep three times. Johnny was a bit irritated, how could a girl like Anna, be tough and sporty on the one hand, but geeky and nerdy on the other. And the most irritating observation was, that Anna could nearly lift her own weight but three beers knocked her out cold. After two and a half hours ride, Anna woke up again and started to slip from one side of her seat to the other side, biting her lip. She was rubbing her knees together, so her leather pants were squeaking a bit. “ Don't tell me that my little elite archer need to pee..?” Johnny looked at her slim legs rubbing against each other and grinned a bit; “Shall I head for the next restroom?” “Näääh! I don't wanna go pee on a highway potty! Were home soon, right?” Anna mumbled; “.. And I am a Ranger...! You hear...? A Ranger.. And Rangers don't pee themselves, you silly Hobbit!” During the last minutes of the ride, Anna turned visibly desperate. She pushed her hand between her legs and couldn't even sit still anymore. Johnny knew, that she was absolutely bursting right know. When they finally arrived at home, Anna jumped out of the car, leaving her cloak, quiver and bow at the car. She rushed to the door and jumped from one food to another. Johnny watched her hopping up and down, next to the door. He couldn't look away from her tits jumping up and down under her light leather chest. He just stood there and watched her for a few seconds. “Johnny! Please hurry! I am about to leak!” she plead; “Open up the door quickly!” She felt a painful urge and bend over. While she bend over, Johnny could guess a slight pantyline through her pants and couldn't help to watch her Pee Pee dance. While she tried her best to keep her pants dry, the Hobbit Brew wanted to get out of her. She pressed her both hands on the crotch of her leather pants and hopped up and down again. But she couldn't help it. A small spurt escaped and she could feel the hot pee dampening her panties. She bit her lips and tried so hard to stop the flow, but there was no chance. Another larger spurt followed the first one and then the hole dam broke. She felt the pee filling up her pants. The wetness quickly spread over her ass and up to her waist. “Uaarghs...!” she huffed. “ Shit! I..I am peeing myself!” While Johnny, the horny Hobbit, couldn't help to watch her doing so. A small trickle went down her pants seam and tripled to the ground. But the warm wet pee was running down her slim and sexy legs inside of her pants and quickly filled her boots. After a few moments the wetness pressed itself through the thin leather and formed a dark patch on her ass and crotch. There she was, standing next to the door and totally wetting her Rangers armor. She felt his hand on her hip, moving down towards her wet and warm ass. She felt his fingers rubbing over the leather, grabbing her firm cheeks underneath. His hand moved up to her waist again and slipped into her pants. Her panties were totally soaked. She turned towards Johnny and whispered dejectedly and still a bit tipsy: “ I... brought up shame to the Rangers of Gondor..” “Well...” Johnny shook his head, “ I guess it happened to a lot of them during that one battle, when the orcs beat them up?” He tried to lift her up with a warm smile. “You mean the battle for Osgiliath?” she also smiled, while he opened the door. “ Yeah.. Sure.. May a caring Hobbit gave that poor Ranger some shelter after her.. embressing Accident?” He smiled suggestively and gave her a loving kiss. “And... how did the ashamed ranger awarded her fur-footed Hero?” She answered aroused. “ Maybe... Some hot Human-Hobbit Sex?” He grinned naughty “ Well.... but you have to leave these furry feed on!” she laughed loudly. …
  15. Six months had passed since the ship made planetfall with Avalon. For much of that time, Lysander, the team's civil engineer, Orlando and Bassanio had been living and working on the planet's surface, fixing sturdy anchorage points deep into the rock beneath the sand dunes and fusing the silica into a flat, glasslike pad to create a ground station for the space elevator that would enable them to lower all of the heavy equipment that was sitting in crates in the ship's holds. Sebastian divided his time between assisting with the work on the ground and ferrying supplies and such tools and materials as could be fitted into the shuttle that at present was the only link between the ship and their base camp. Although Perdita could snatch the opportunity for a brief liaison with Sebastian when he brought the shuttle up to the ship for fresh supplies, she was all too aware that their partners' long absence was beginning to affect the morale of the other three girls whose only contacts were short video links whenever the ship's orbit allowed. During the day the girls were busy recording and analysing data on every aspect of Avalon and the rest of the planetary system but the evenings seemed rather quiet without the usual banter between the girls and the boys and, of course, the nights were lonely. A couple of nights ago, long after the others had gone to bed, Perdita had found Miranda alone in the dimly lit common room, staring silently at the image of the planet on the huge viewing screen. The puddle on the floor around her bare feet suggested she had been standing there for some hours and when she turned towards Perdita her eyes were reddened and her face was streaked with tears. When Perdita put a comforting arm around her, Miranda had sobbed desolately on her shoulder. Perdita decided she needed to do something to raise the girls' spirits. ------------------ Instead of just appearing on their communicator screens in the usual way, the invitation had actually been printed on pink card and delivered to Cordelia, Miranda and Viola on a silver salver carried by a droid wearing a pink bow tie. You are invited to a Girls' Night In Tonight at 7pm in the refectory Theme - Pink! Intrigued, the three girls made their way that evening to the crew refectory where Perdita was waiting to greet them. As they stood chatting, the droid with the pink bow tie glided into the room bearing four flutes of pink champagne and served one to each of them in turn. The refectory and crew lounge had been opened out into a single room and Ariel, the ship's Intelligence, had synthesised a buffet of delicious food and drink, all of which would have been instantly recognisable to a traveller from the Ancient Times when people really did eat meat and vegetables and drink fermented fruit juices. After the buffet meal, accompanied by several glasses of pink champagne and rosé wine, they all settled down on the lounge sofas to watch a romantic comedy that Ariel projected on to the huge viewing screen. Two hours later the credits rolled and the lights went up. "I need to pee!" Cordelia exclaimed, leaping to her feet and hurriedly squatting down beside her sofa. She lifted her short tunic clear of her panties (which were, of course, pink) and crouched immobile whilst a puddle spread outwards beneath her. Perdita stood up and placed her hands on her hips beneath her short tunic and her legs wide apart and, with an expression of blissful relief, she too peed on the floor. When they sat down again both girls flicked the hem of their tunics clear of their wet panties. A rectangle drew itself low down on the wall, a slot opened and a flat cube emerged, hovered over the two puddles and returned to its slot whilst the droid with the bow tie returned with four cocktail glasses filled with a neon pink liquid. "Would you like to try my Pink Lady cocktail?" said Ariel. "I warn you, it may be rather heady!" Miranda was curled up on her sofa with her legs tucked up, her short tunic spread out clear of her saturated panties and the pee-soaked fabric of the seat beneath her. She accepted a cocktail from the droid and sipped it thoughtfully. "Ariel" she said eventually. "Can I ask you a question?" "Of course you can" replied the voice of the ship's Intelligence in that familiar, soft, quiet voice that seemed to come from all corners of the room at once. "You know that we don't usually bother to go to the loo just for a pee - was it the same back on Earth? I find it more and more difficult to remember the details of life back then...." There's a reason for that, Ariel thought to herself but she chose to ignore that aspect of Miranda's question in her reply. "This behaviour is something you as a group have adopted as a new normality ever since you were Reawakened from your long hibernation" Ariel replied. "If I may say so, it seems perfectly logical to me. Your clothes dry quickly and odour-free, the ship's cleaning systems are 100% efficient and waste is processed in exactly the same way wherever it comes from. "And there is another factor. You were selected as a team both for your individual skills, knowledge and character and because you share characteristics that will help you both to form strong relationships with your individual partners and to function as a cohesive group. All four of you girls have enjoyed wetting yourselves ever since you were small children and all four of your partners find it sexually attractive when you do so." "So it's not just Orlando and me!" squealed Miranda before breaking off in confusion, blushing furiously. The others burst out laughing. "No, it's not just Orlando" Cordelia said reassuringly. "Bassanio is another one and I'm guessing...." she looked at Perdita and Viola who both nodded. "Interestingly, you are already evolving a form of etiquette that reflects the sexual dimension as well as the convenience aspect of this behaviour" Ariel went on. "For example, you girls usually wet yourselves when you need to pee whereas the boys would normally just pee against the nearest wall. However, in mixed company the boys avoid any sexual display by wetting their briefs like you girls do. "You are the founder members of a new human colony here on Avalon" Ariel continued. "And I expect you and your children will adopt this behaviour as a normal part of your society. There seems no reason not to do so." "Talking of living on Avalon" Miranda said with a sigh, "I'm looking forward to it but in the meantime I can't help worrying about the boys down thereon their own. It must be hard trying to work in the heat and humidity on the equator and it must also be terribly primitive when they only have those flimsy tents to live in." "I think you'll find the boys are coping quite well and conditions aren't as primitive as you think" Perdita reassured her. "For example, Sebastian told me that they didn't have enough refrigerator space to store their beers so they designed and 3D printed a device that clamps to a beer can and extracts the heat energy from it. Right now I expect they're sitting outside their tents looking at the stars and drinking beer cooled to perfection." "Typical!" snorted Viola to laughter from the others. "And now I have some good news for us all" Perdita continued. "The boys' work on the ground station is nearly finished and they will be returning to the ship in a few days' time. We will then move into a much higher geostationary orbit and start to spin the cables for the space elevator." Right on cue, the droid with the pink bow tie reappeared with four more Pink Lady cocktails. Perdita raised her glass. "To the boys!" she said. The others stood up and chinked glasses. "To the boys!"they echoed. After much excited chatter the girls eventually drifted back to their rooms, happy and slightly tipsy, Viola leaving a snaking trail of pee along the corridor behind her. ------------------ Back in her cabin, Miranda was feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed during the evening so she drank all of the large glass of chilled water that had been thoughtfully placed by her bedside. Lifting her tunic off over her head made the room spin disconcertingly so she flopped on to her bed, still wearing her panties and lay on her back, eyes closed. Ariel dimmed the cabin lights for her. The last thing Miranda remembered thinking was that she really did need to pee. An hour later, a spot of wetness appeared on the fabric of Miranda's panties. It quickly blossomed outwards and a small fountain splashed between her thighs. Beneath her, a pool of pee expanded across her bed until it reached the edge and pattered on to the floor. Miranda slept on.
  16. The shuttle slowed to a hover, folded in its wings, extended four short telescopic legs and gently sank down on the firm sand of the foreshore, rather like a broody hen settling on to her nest of eggs. The midships door opened and Perdita hurriedly stepped down, placed her hands on her hips beneath her raised tunic, spread her legs wide and peed copiously on to the sand between her feet. "You're the very first human being to set foot on Avalon" Sebastian said with a grin as he followed her out of the shuttle. "History will record that the first thing you did was pee on it!" "History will record no such thing, not if you know what's good for you" Perdita retorted, still peeing. "It's all very well for you, you don't have to drown a pint of Ariel's special brew before a flight. You're already bomb-proof against space sickness after spending half your life floating upside-down." Sebastian started to protest that there was more to training as a cosmonaut than floating upside down but Perdita resumed her normal stance, pulled her tunic off over her head and threw it in through the shuttle door. "And I bet I can also be the first one to swim in the sea!" she shouted over her shoulder, setting off at a run. Sebastian hastily stripped off his own tunic and chased Perdita into the shallows where she had paused to let him catch up, her long, lustrous black hair blowing in the warm sea breeze and wavelets lapping around her feet. Her slim, athletic body was naked apart from the vibrant lime green bikini briefs that perfectly offset her flawless coffee-coloured skin. They also clearly displayed the fact that she had just wet herself. Looking at her, Sebastian felt himself growing hard. He took her in his arms and kissed her whilst attempting to pull down her briefs but she firmly removed his hands and rearranged herself. "Enough of that, we're here to check this out as a suitable location for our space elevator ground station, remember?" "We could check it out after we've....." Sebastian started to say. "Had a swim" Perdita replied firmly. She ran further into the sea and dived into an oncoming wave. Sebastian stood, hands on hips, peeing through his briefs, then plunged through the waves to where Perdita had emerged, glistening like an otter, droplets of water clinging to her perfectly shaped breasts. -------------- Using observations from the orbiting spaceship and from fly-pasts with the shuttle, the team had identified this coastal site on Avalon's equator as potentially the best location for the space elevator that would connect them to the ship and enable them to bring down to the surface of the planet all of the heavy equipment that was waiting in crates in the ship's holds. The tidal effects of Avalon's two small moons would give Perdita and Sebastian several hours before the next high tide to explore and to make an initial confirmation of the team's analysis. "We'd better put on those protective overalls and shoes before we take a look above the high tide line" said Perdita as they walked back to the shuttle after their swim. "Cordelia said she doesn't know yet whether any of the plants on Avalon might be thorny or poisonous. Better safe than sorry." As soon as they had pulled on the one-piece overalls with their sturdy boots they realised how uncomfortable working in them would be. Sebastian took a long drink of water from a bottle and handed another bottle to Perdita. "Drink up" he said "We' better make sure we stay well hydrated." "I'm not sure that's a good idea" Perdita replied doubtfully. "Ariel's special brew is already making me pee an awful lot." "All the more reason to replace the liquid you're losing" Sebastian pointed out. "We'd better take some more water with us. Sebastian picked up the heavy bag of tools and instruments they had packed and they trudged up the beach, already feeling hot and clammy in their protective clothing. When they reached the sand dunes above the high tide line they paused for a long drink from their water bottles, then plodded on towards the vegetation that was encroaching on to the beach from the silent jungle beyond. They were only able to penetrate a short distance before the undergrowth became too dense for them to go any further. There was no cooling sea breeze beyond the dunes and the steamy heat of the jungle seemed almost suffocating. "I don't fancy the idea of trying to clear a site in this lot" Sebastian observed. "Until the space elevator is set up we'd only have the tools and equipment we could carry in the shuttle." "We might be able to build closer to the sea if there is a firm rock base for anchoring the space elevator somewhere under the sand dunes" said Perdita, pulling some gadgets out of the bag. "Unfortunately for us, Orlando said that to get the best results we need to do these tests as far away from the sea as possible." It took some time to set up the equipment as they had been instructed but they were finally ready. "Apparently it takes about five minutes for this stuff to map the underlying geology" said Perdita, switching it on. She was not surprised that she was already feeling the need for a pee but tried to put it out of her mind. They had work to do and, as Cordelia had warned them about the possibility of poisonous plants, it would obviously be unwise to strip off her protective overalls for a pee until they were back on the beach, away from any vegetation. She would just have to wait. Working at the edge of the jungle, the heat and humidity were intense. Sebastian took another long drink from his water bottle and gestured for Perdita to do the same. Beginning to feel rather dizzy, she drank deeply. The machine gave a bleep to indicate that it had completed its readings. They picked up the equipment, carried it along the boundary line of vegetation and set it up again some distance away. They repeated the tests several times in different locations and were once again waiting for the machine to carry out its analysis when Sebastian noticed that Perdita had become very quiet. "Are you OK?" he asked, looking at her in concern. Perdita nodded but said nothing. Dark vertical streaks were appearing on the legs of her overalls, spreading and merging into a huge area of glistening wetness from her crotch to her boots. She gave him a rueful smile. "I needed a pee" she said. "But now I don't." -------------- If Perdita had been uncomfortable before, it was nothing to the final hour, with the clammy wet fabric clinging to her legs and chafing with every move. As soon as they were back on the beach Sebastian helped her to take off her pee-soaked overalls and once again she stood before him wearing nothing but her lime-green briefs with a triangle of wetness between the legs. Perdita helped Sebastian out of his own overalls and they walked down to the shuttle where Sebastian threw them in through the open door and set down the equipment bag. They both took another long swig from their water bottles. "Time for another swim!" announced Perdita. "I think I'd better freshen up!" The tide was already advancing up the beach so they were soon splashing into the shallows, Perdita scooping up water and rinsing the sweat from her face. She paused, ankle-deep in the sea, whilst fresh streams of pee ran down her legs. Then they plunged onward into the cool waves, Perdita squealing as each fresh, cool wave slapped into her. "We'd better not be too long before we get back to the shuttle" called Sebastian. "The tide is coming in quite fast now." Perdita took his hand and led him back to the beach. She turned and gave him a long, sensuous kiss. "There is one more thing we could be the first to do on Avalon" she murmured. "Do you think we've got time?"
  17. "I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his shortness, speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 17. He is short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake
  18. 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.
  19. 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?
  20. Here is one of my favourite fantasies. Nothing original but a lovely daydream when I am feeling the urge to wee. Apologies to the ladies, but this is a male fantasy. I am with a group of friends on the beach. We are all young and attractive and a mix of men and women. It is quite hot but pleasant. We play around – a bit of frisbee, a bit of horseplay – and relax in the soft sand, drinking and eating ice creams. As the afternoon wears on, a lazy, soporific mood descends on the party. The women have their bikinis on. One has a high leg bikini bottom, and another a white bikini that stretches tightly between her legs and has no gusset or seam, so that when she sits with her legs slightly apart I am conscious that there is just a single thickness of material between her labia and my gaze. She is reading and occasionally looking up to say something to one of our companions. At one point our eyes meet, and she knows she has my attention. After a while she begins to squirm uncomfortably a little, but she cannot be bothered to move. This goes on until her breathing is quite ragged and she seems to be having some difficulty concentrating on her book. Then she languidly puts it down, scoops a hole in the sand between her thighs and lies back, eyes closed, knees bent, legs on either side of the hole. As I watch, a small wet dot appears on the white expanse of material between her legs. She doesn’t seem to notice and just dozes. After a few more moments, the dot becomes a small circle, but she still doesn’t react. Then I hear a sharp intake of breath and there is almost a spurt, which sends some drops into the sand, but she just as quickly stops it. She props herself up on her elbows and looks me straight in the eyes, smiles at me, then truly lets go. The wee runs between her legs into the sand, spreads across the front of her bikini and starts to soak her bum. The naughty smile on her face says that she is thoroughly aware that everyone is staring at her and she is loving it. The pee continues for a surprisingly long time, trickling into the hole she had made. When she has finished, she lets out a long sigh of contentment and watches as her wee soaks away into the sand. Then she scoops the sand back into the hole to bury all signs of her recent activity, leans back again and puts the book over her face to snooze. ****************************************************************** In an extension to that fantasy, or as an alternative, this sometimes happens…. The tide is a long way out, and we have settled at the top of the beach where the sand is dry and some lines of dunes mark the end of the beach, giving shelter from the wind and affording us some privacy. After a long time while everyone just dozes or reads, Jeff suddenly announces, “I’m just going to find a bush.” This provokes some hilarity around his chances of finding a bush on a beach, but he says, “You know what I mean. A dune or something.” Andy says that he thinks he will too, and as they stand up to go, Pete decides it was time he went as well, so all three head off over the dune behind our ‘spot’. Karen, the girl in the high leg bikini, rolls over onto her tummy, her halter top displaying an alluring cleavage, and she clambers to her feet, the top not restricting the natural swing of her breasts as she moves. As she follows the guys, her firm, peach-shaped buttocks are outlined seductively by the yellow bikini bottom. By the time she tops the dune and starts down the other side, the guys are already standing in a line, hidden in the dip between the dunes, their swimsuits pulled to one side as they ‘water the sand’. When Karen appears, Andy looks startled and tries to hide his cock, but just gets pee on his hand. Jeff obviously decides he has nothing to hide and stands proudly, making side to side movements with his pee. Karen plants herself opposite them, feet apart, and turns her face up to the sun, eyes closed as if in worship, arms raised with her hands behind her head, and shakes her long, auburn hair down her back. Her breasts sway from side to side, the halter top doing nothing to hide her protuberant nipples. Then she starts to wee. It gushes past and through the narrow band of material that covers her front and between her thighs. It runs down her legs and forms a thin trickle in the middle. The wetness turns the material almost transparent, showing the dark patch where her hair was left unshaven. She opens her eyes and looks frankly at the boys, enjoying the look on their faces. When she has done, she turns on one foot away from them, and bends down to scratch a heel as if it had an itch, affording them a view of her perfect bum and the now wet bikini, stretched tight over her pussy to give an almost perfect cameltoe peeking between her thighs. All too soon, she straightens up and starts to return. As she passes the boys, who still look astounded, she notices approvingly the swollen penises still in their hands and smiles mischievously, then walks off down to the sea to rinse her legs and bikini in the water. ------------------------- What are your favourite daydreams?
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  23. From the TV documentary "Above us only sky". These are just some pretty low resolution screen caps, but looks like she had a little accident ...or maybe she and Lennon played funny little games
  24. Okay, so I decided tonight, that I would wet for the first time ever. Nervous as hell, I asked my friends Antifairy, LedinWind and Linkx if they were up for a skype holding competition. They all seemed alright with it, so we began our voice call. I began already needing a pee, so I was scared about how long i'd last. 2 glasses of Cola down, and i was already occasionally holding myself. By the end of my 3rd glass, I relocated myself to the bathroom to make sure that I didn't wet myself on the couch. By now, my bladder was bulging out from my stomach, and I felt really uncomfortable. The others teasing me over skype didn't really help, and by now, Dizzy had joined our competition. I pressed on my abdomen, desperation beginning to rise in my bladder. 4th glass, and I was shifting uncomfortable on my chair, rubbing my stomach and pussy. The pressure was becoming unbelieveable, and it was all I could do to not lose it all. I was breathing hard. By the time I had my 5th glass down, I stood up in the bathtub and started pacing around, grabbing myself frequently and moaning quietly to myself. The pressure built up like nothing else, and I was rubbing my pussy infrequently and squeezing my thighs together. Then Loki came into the bathroom to see what I was doing. "Are you about to wet?" he looked at me with a comical expression on his face. I knew that things would only go from bad to worse. He grabbed me by the wrists and said, "Stop moving babe... You know you wanna let it out." I felt my muscles flailing, and a spurt escaped , dampening my underwear. "N-no..." I whispered, "I'll lose it hun." "You're going to anyway." he smiled, "And anyway, it's only fair babe... You did this to me. Now, stand up." I cringed, and tried to straighten up, and as I did, another spurt escaped. "No, I'm gonna lose it!" I whispered hurriedly. "Straighten. Up." he laughed to himself. As I did, the most amazing thing happened. Warm, clear pee began to run between my legs and swirl towards the drain. It ran over my thighs and my butt, warm and wonderful. I have never felt anything like that before, but I would love to do it again. And here is my proof <3 My bulging bladder ./////. view from the front .////. view from the back .///////. view from underneath >//////< my wet underwear >///////< I hope you all like my pics, tho I apologise for the bad quality .///.
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