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Hi, its been a while but here is the start of my next story. Been working on it for months but haven't found the time or motivation to write it, so im sort of forcing my hand by posting the first part to get the ball rolling whether I feel ready or not haha. Story does / will include scenes of a sexual nature and some bladder filling through catheters later on down the line. Although I dont tend to go into graphic depictions of it. The Company Retreat. Chapter 1: Complications Breathing heavily Demi continued to run, each footfall sending shockwaves through her aching body as she gasped for breath. Starting in her heel they reverberated up her long slender legs, past her toned backside and into her core. It was there that Demi could feel it, the sensation she had been waiting for all week as part of her routine. The throbbing, tingling inside her abdomen from a bladder full to capacity. She didn’t exactly know when she had first noticed the thrill and sense of sexual excitement that it brought, but now in her late twenties she had become an expert in prolonging and maximising it. Although, given living with a flatmate that she also worked with, it had been hard to find time to enjoy it lately. But with her friend gone for the next few days she had the entire weekend to herself and was starting it out as she meant to go on. The drinks she had downed this morning and the contents of the empty water bottle in her left hand now being heavily restricted by the tight gym clothes she was wearing, the lycra navy shorts a size to small technically but doing exactly the job she wanted them to do. The fire between her legs burning much brighter than the ache from her other muscles and overriding all complaints from her bladder. But approaching the housing estate she lived on, she couldn’t help sigh a little in relief. For the last mile she had been worrying she had overdone it in her eagerness. The extra drinks compared to when she usually did this, increasing the desperation she was feeling to a level where if she had started 20 minutes later she would have worried about being caught short. In reality she knew she could last longer, her muscles well trained after years of playing sport and holding at each and every opportunity that came her way. But the possibility of wetting herself was all part of the fantasy swirling around her lustful and horny mind. It had been months since she had been able to enjoy it more openly, having to sneak in a hold here and there but they were never the same. Her morning run one example, but with Jessie her flatmate joining her, she limited herself to stop any outwards displays. Although, she still got the occasional comments from her friend about how much she was drinking. Crossing the street she checked once again to see if her bottle was empty, it was just like it had been 10 minutes, 5, 2 and 30 seconds ago when she had gone to drink from it. Her eagerness not driven by thirst but longing to load up on more liquids. There was no reason to hide it today. She would make it home nice and hydrated, continue to drink and then see if she could make it through lunch. There was a new eat in Sushi restaurant in town with large windows on three sides, it seemed to always be at capacity. Something she also wanted to be when she went there later, Although, given the light pulses coming from her bladder each time her foot met the concrete, she might have to tone down the large litre bottle she had set out for her on return. After all it was the desperation and fullness she was into, she had no real wish to pee herself in public, the humiliation and shame were real and worrying consequences to her. Although, she would have been lying if the all too real consequences didn’t heighten the other more pleasurable feelings. However, as she rounded the corner of her street she saw something strange, her housemates car was parked outside. It had been gone this morning, the company trip setting off at 7am and it was almost 8 now. Unable to sleep in excitement she had even heard Jessie leave before she got up. Arriving at her house and testing the door handle she found it open and stepping inside she could hear rustling coming from her room. “Jessie?” She called out, the door to her room opening and a slightly stressed woman standing there. Deep tan lines coming out of her strapless crop top that covered a rather ample set of breasts, the half Colombians body the envy of many women who wanted the sumptuous and wide hipped shape that she had. Although few knew how hard her friend had to work to maintain it. “I thought you were…” Demi started before being cut off. “Where have you been, you need to grab that bag I packed for you and we need to go. Jonathan had to back out of the trip because his Nan died or cat died or something, so you get to come. “ Jessie said pointing to a bag in the corner. “Is he ok?” Demi asked, pressing her legs together for a moment “Yeah im sure he is fine.” Jessie added dismissively cramming a coat into the already filled bag. “O…ok, well I will just go and change.” Demi started. “There is no time. We are already late, why didn’t you answer your phone!” Jessie continued, waving her hands around dramatically. Opening her small running belt Demi found the dozen hydration tables she had forgotten about and her phone, which switching it on revealed 9 missed calls and several messages from Jessie. Her attention all aimed inwards and causing her to miss the gentle vibrations from her phone. “Sorry” Demi smiled sheepishly. “Yeah well, let go, now!” Jessie replied, grabbing Demi by the hand and pulling her out of the house without another word. Getting in Jessie’s car Demi felt her bladder throb, but pulling the seatbelt across she reminded herself that this is what she wanted. Besides, it was just a 15 minute drive to the airport and for an international flight she would have plenty of time to pee before boarding. Although part of her wondered what take-off would feel like with a bladder full to the brim, the sudden acceleration compressing it down inside her. But as the car turned on she shook that mental image to the back of her mind, she had read one too many stories of people wetting themselves when the seat belt light doesn't turn off to actually want to try it, no matter how hot she found those she had read. Trying to distract herself she started checking through her bag packed by Jessie and was happy to see her friend had managed to get everything she could possibly need. The brunette always being the more organised of the two so it made sense she would know what to bring, even when she was in a slight panic. “I put that bottle of water you left out in too in case you need a drink” Jessie said as the pulled onto the main road. “Thanks” Demi smiled, not wanting to raise any questions she picked up the bottle and took a large swig from it. Carefully screwing the top back she placed it back in the bag. Although, given it was a flight she would have to get rid of it before going through security. The voice in the bag of her head telling her to just chug it now and enjoy it, but thankfully on this case her better judgement won out. Leaning back she crossed her legs tightly, allowing herself to focus on the feeling in her bladder. The urgency she had felt was much lesser now, making her realise it was mostly all in her head anyway. The dull ache of her full bladder still causing her some discomfort, but it was the fact her weeks plan had been completely ruined that was upsetting her most. She knew that Jessie was probably just thinking it would be good for her to be at this retreat, it would let them get to know a few of the others she worked with. Despite having worked at the company for years together she never really had gotten to know any of them other than Jessie. It would also look good for any promotions she would go for in the future. She had been in this position for almost 6 years now, many people had come and gone but she had just been stuck there, some of the others referring to her as a “lifer”. Demi could think of worse things to do than marketing, but at the same time if she ever wanted to own a house she would need a better paying job. “Right come on, they are waiting for us” Jessie said, hurriedly parking the car a few minutes later. Looking out of the window they were not at the airport but at work. What made it worse was the mini-bus parked across from them, their boss standing with her arms folded and a glare on her face that clearly showed she wasn’t happy with them. “I thought you said Demi would be good to go, you have been more than an hour.” Their boss started at Jessie, her cold and unnerving gaze enough to stop a charging bull. “Im sorry, there were some complications.” Jessie said, trying to be diplomatic, heaving a bag into the back of the minibus. “Well, I don’t care. We have a booked room this evening at the lodge that we need to get to on time. I wont have our business wasting money booking things, only for people like you two, to make us miss the appointments. Now lets go!” Loading her bag and getting on the bus Demi grabbed a seat by the window, re-crossing her legs and placing a hand between them. It would be fine, she told herself. She had already been planning on holding it for another couple of hours, aiming to make it through lunch. She had held it plenty of times in past and hadn’t really had an accident in years. Most of her "accidents" usually just her peeing herself in the brief moments of secrecy and timed between Jessie appearing or not. Thinking about it, it wasnt since she was at uni that she had actually wet herself properly, the really memorable time was when she had found herself bursting to after holding it from Friday morning all through her lectures and even a night out with pint after pint of cider. But getting back to halls she had kept holding it on her bed, by 1am her whole body was awake with electric energy as she bounced on her heel with a hand in her pants. Alcohol lowering her inhibitions and making her tipsily push her body further and further. Only for the fire alarm to go off just at the wrong moment, her RA banging on all their doors as someone in the corridor opposite burnt their pizza. She had been forced from her bed, bladder quivering with need to stand in the cold with all her flat mates. After 17 hours it was impossible to hide her bladder bulge or desperate antic’s, many of her housemates watching on or even laughing at the predicament. It was still one of the most embarrassing, painful and erotic moments of her life. Somehow she had survived the 30 minutes wait for the security team to arrive and confirm the building was in fact not burning down. As soon as they had said it was ok to go in she had rushed in, through to her room and slammed the door shut. Her control immediately failing before she could reach her en-suite. She had stood just inside the bathroom wetting herself and furiously masturbating to 1, 2, 3, countless orgasms as pain gave way to sheer pleasure. How many times had she thought about that night over the last few years, she missed the freedom of those more carefree and explorative years. Feeling the engine turn on Demi couldn’t help but let out a little sigh, but embarrassingly it wasn’t in desperation. Despite the fact she was surrounded by her colleagues, it seemed the pleasure she had been building up inside herself was going nowhere, not helped by her reminiscing about that night. The gentle vibrations causing ripples in her bladder and goose bumps to form all over her body. Her subconscious doing its best to humiliate her as she went wide eyed, a familiar tingling starting to develop inside her. She was now stuck on a bus for who knows how long and without access to a bathroom, one of her ultimate fantasies. She would never have designed it this way, but that didn’t stop her head feeling a little lighter headed than normal. Swallowing deeply and feeling her nipples hardening against the tight fabric of her sports bra she tried to focus on something else, anything else! “Alright ladies” Her boss said standing up at the front. Thank goodness…Demi thought. “So we have to be in Bern (Switzerland) by 6pm and thanks to our tardy colleagues here.” She said indicating to them both, “we are running over an hour late. To fix this we are going to have to cut out a number of our stops on the way there. We had scheduled 5, each around 15 minutes.” She continued, pulling out a large itinerary of everything they were supposed to be doing. “But in light of the delay this morning I’m afraid we are only going to be able to make one stop.” “But what abut...comfort breaks?” Sally brought up, the small petite woman known for two things, her love of hamsters and frequent toilet breaks at the office. Even at work functions she would usually be the one asking around to see if anyone else needed to go. A strange need to socialise when peeing, or perhaps to make her fell less like she was the only one who needed too. “We are all grown women, you just have to hold it. Its only a few hours and we will stop in France.” Their boss continued before taking the drivers seat at the front. Starting to pull out of the large car park and heading off for the corporate retreat, Demi couldn't believe what she had just heard. --------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new story. Then next couple of chapters are more or less written so should be out relatively soon. If you have any thoughts or comments I would love to hear them!

As the title suggests I'm aiming to go without peeing for 24 hours. So far I've made it 10 hours due to holding while asleep. I'm not taking a morning pee today. I'll be updating every so often today. So far I had a glass of water to drink from last night and I'm just about to have some morning tea. I'll be sure to update after lunch today. I'm having a slightly busy at home schedule so I hope the work helps me hold. My bladder is already a bit annoyed but nothing I can't handle.

From midnight to noon, there was nothing about this particular Monday to suggest that it would be different from any other. I woke up to the sound of my alarm drilling into my skull, slipped out of bed in my birthday suit and crossed the room to empty the tank in the en suite. My breakfast was the usual bowl of cereal and my shower was the usual lukewarm disappointment. Then, having paradoxically dried off with a damp towel, I slipped into jeans and a polo shirt and made the short walk from my flat to the University library. As always at this time on a Monday, the reading room was empty save for one other. I didn’t know much about her except her name: April. She was one of the few students I’d never seen out at a party or event, but I always found her here in the early hours of each week. If I had to guess, she was probably there most other days too. April wasn’t the type to concern herself with a social life; her expression always looked like she had something else on the brain. Bushy, golden-brown hair was tied up at the back of her head, presumably to keep it out of her eyes, which were magnified behind thick glasses. We saw each other so often that we’d exchanged hello’s before, but those two words were as long as a conversation between us normally got. She barely acknowledged me when I came in that morning, which was fine by me. I took my seat at a desk and logged into one of the campus computers. In truth, I rarely got as much work done as I wanted to on these, but I was determined that things would be better today. It was the first day of the second half-term of my final year, and I would need to tighten things up if I wanted to pass my course with first-class honours. That meant I’d need to spend the hours before my first class recapping everything I should have been doing during the reading week. I flicked through the subjects, taking note of things that needed further attention. That was a lot; Biology was a wide and complicated world. The only saving grace was that I was a fast typer- as nonsensical as maths looked through my eyes, words came easily, and that had been the way all my life. Time snuck up on me and soon I was rushing to get to class. My lecture hall was far too big for the forty or so students who still attended. The presentation itself was almost exactly what I had expected- I’d heard that the University of Plymouth often liked to use the first day after half-term to help students prepare for their dissertations, and that was what I got. I sat and listened patiently while my lecturer talked about length, references, things to avoid and things to achieve. She finished speaking about twenty minutes early and promptly dismissed the class. Everything I had heard made sense to me. The only problem was that I still had no idea what I was going to write about. Forced to hope that a good idea popped into my head at some point before Christmas, I resigned myself to take a break from brainstorming and walk to one of the on-campus cafeterias. I grabbed lunch, carried my tray to the usual table and sat down on my own. Once I’d eaten, I hammered out a quick email to my lecturer. Sandra, I’m struggling to think of a good subject for my dissertation. What’s the best direction to go in? Thanks, Jake When I looked up from my phone, someone had joined me at the table. April was looking at me with a great deal of interest. I’d never seen her so close up before, but she didn’t seem notice anything odd about sneaking onto the bench opposite a guy she’d barely had a conversation with. “You take Biology, right?” For a moment I was too surprised to respond, but I soon found my voice. “Yeah. You?” “Psychology. They almost go hand in hand, don’t you think?” I did think. A person’s mental and physical health could often weave together in unexpected ways, as I’d learned through personal experience. Then again, they could just as often exist on two completely different levels, but I didn’t think it would be helpful to point that fact out now. “What are you thinking of doing for your dissertation?” April’s accent was barely detectable. From the sounds of it, she came from somewhere near London- Received Pronunciation, they called it, a newsreader’s accent. I didn’t want to tell her that I had nothing, but suddenly my brain had lost its ability to come up with a suitable lie on the spot. “I don’t know yet,” I confessed eventually, “I’m sort of waiting for a good idea”. “Good. Me too,” April said with a nod. There was a long pause. In the silence I saw that her eyes were a pale blue, like mine. Then she spoke. “I have a proposal for you. You can say no,” she added quickly. I frowned a little. “Go on…” “We should team up. I’ll help you with your research, you help me with mine. We can write separate dissertations on separate topics using the same data. Make sense?” Now I frowned even more. “It does, but that’s against the rules. You can get disqualified for cheating”. “Only if you get caught”. She tilted her head to one side like a dog- no, a cat, I decided. A dog would have far more earnest behind those glasses. “Why do you want to team up?” April hesitated. “Because I can’t write. Research, numbers, that all makes sense to me. I just can’t do the writing part. And I know you can, because I’ve seen how fast you type. So, you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours, yeah?” I had to admit, the offer was tempting. I’d been worried about how my awful maths would hinder me, and here was someone who could solve that problem for me. Not to mention, an extra pair of eyes would only be a good thing for my work. Teaming up was technically illegal, but April had been dead to rights when she said that it only mattered if you got caught. I didn’t want to appear too eager, regardless. “What kind of topic do you have in mind?” April was a fast talker, but I could tell from the way she spoke now that she had already thought things through a great deal. “We need something that combines our two degrees, Biology and Psychology,” she offered up. “what aspects of the human body combine those two things most effectively?” I knew April had probably already researched every possible answer to that question. I answered anyway. “Well,” I began, “you’d be looking at nerves, hormones, mostly… bodily functions, that kind of thing”. Right away, April latched onto my third answer. “What was that last one?” For some bizarre reason, I felt myself blush. “You know. Going to the toilet, stuff like that. Your organs are in charge but your brain plays a big part”. April nodded like she’d just heard a fascinating riddle. “I think we could work with that. Are you in?” All at once I felt less sure about the arrangement. It didn’t seem likely to me that we could get two top-quality essays out of the act of going to the toilet. Besides, it wasn’t the kind of thing I’d feel comfortable discussing with a girl I barely knew. Before I could voice those concerns, though, April stood up from her seat and shook my hand. “Think about it. Let me know whatever you decide. Add me on Facebook”. She left again, leaving me alone to wonder what on earth had just happened. That evening, I got a reply from my lecturer. Hi Jake, Dissertations are tough to get right, but if you pick a good topic then you’re off to a great start. We mark a lot of essays, so try and pick something unique that nobody else will choose. It’s also a good idea to write about something that’s relevant to everyone, so you can demonstrate that your research has value. Good luck! Sandra. I read the email a few times over, taking in phrases like “something unique” and “relevant to everyone”. April’s proposal had sounded potentially awkward, but I wanted that first class degree enough to overpower my misgivings. Knowing what I had to do, I picked up the phone and started typing her name in on Facebook.

"Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).

Hey guys and gals. This one has been stewing a while, but I just now got something typed down. Hope y’all have good days ahead of you! Chapter 1: introduction Lola was a golden retriever. She had some Labrador in her that made her especially cute and curvaceous, but also quite tall. Her daytime job was at the Marindale Fitness Club. On Monday through Friday, her duties varied as needed. On Saturday, however, she had one special job. Being a canine, she could smell very well, and being beautiful, she could confront very well. The Marindale was open to members’ children on Saturdays, but with one strict rule: no urinating in the pool. Adults of course weren’t allowed to urinate either, but if hypochlorous acid showed up on the weekdays, adults were easier to monitor patterns with, and slightly less likely to break the rule. Thus, it was Lola’s special job on Saturdays to be in the pool at all times, and watch for the smell. If she noticed it, she tracked it down to the source. Usually, if the child confessed, she escorted them out quietly and they could get back in next Saturday, or sometimes after a time penalty if they were of younger ages. But Lola did have a soft place. If even the oldest child said at any time, “I know it’s bad, I just really like peeing in the pool: It feels so good,” Lola almost always considered reducing the penalty. She’d give them an extra long talk on why not to pee, however. But the mercy given to, or rather sympathy with the outspoken was undeniable. This was not so much because Lola liked peeing in the pool, but rather because she could almost pee the entire pool into existence. Her body could bend the laws of thermodynamics in a much more extreme way, and more queer way, than any flying saucer toy could ever dream. She could wee for over an hour without too much difficulty in holding it, which took the better part of a day. She’d gradually come to realize how rare and bizzare this characteristic seemed to others, which was somewhat disappointing. It felt more disappointing to her than almost anything to have to stop midway while emptying her monstrous bladder, but it was often something she had to do. Thus, being held back from a blissful piss was, however much a part of reality, an inconvenience she greatly sympathized with whenever it came up. Having to hold one’s pee when there was literally water all around one was nearly as disappointing to a little kid in her opinion. Also, nobody could deny that being in warm water was more comfortable than cold. … “But, there are the rules, and the acid hurt people’s eyes. Plus, lots of people don’t want to swim in somebody else’s pee, you know.” “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” the little otter said mournfully. “Good. Are you going to use the rest room next time?” “Yes.” “Then after ten minutes, you can get back in the pool again.” “Okay,” the otter accepted, and Lola gave her a reassuring hug. After all, a change of heart was the goal. Lola brought the little girl to a place to wait, and set her swimmer’s watch for 10 minutes. As she returned to duty, however, her own bladder tickled her noticeably for a few minutes. That mention of peeing feeling so good… Thankfully, she suppressed the urge, and was able to finish shift.

Hello, sadly May doesn't have any holidays that I feel like tackling for Cali's holiday pin-ups so here's a new thread for my art dedicated to video game characters. To start us off is everyone's favorite android: 2B from NieR: Automata. I have a few ideas for more video game characters that I'll be adding to this thread anytime I have some free time so look out for that! As always let me know what you think!

Here I will post all the commissions I make! *Prices: $6 per drawing (Lineart and small details in color, no background) +$3 for: Backgrounds, extra character and complex clothing. *Things I DON'T do: -Male characters. -Furry (anthropomorphic or not) -Messing (Scat or any derivative) -Guro (blood, gu*ts, etc..) (I just do pretty vanilla things) To have better contact with me, send me a DM to my Discord (AlphaDM#6734), You can also send a DM there if you want to have more information about it 😉 Here is a sample of my art, so you can get an idea of my work 😄

I thought that this would be a good post for my 1500th post. As anyone who has read any of my posts or blogs knows I have always been curious as to why female desperation is so prevailing done so much the norm in the world along with ladies room lines and I have always wondered the causes of that and whether there was actually any solution or whether this was just the inevitable way of the world. After thinking about this for a long amount of time and looking more and more at the facts I am coming to begrudgingly admit my conclusion is that I do feel that it's almost inevitable that women are probably always going to have to end up holding it a lot more than guys and that there probably isn't a real practical solution anywhere in sight. I have concluded this based on numerous facts from talking to people and researching this on the Internet. It has been shown that women seem to go on average twice as often as men or need to go rather twice as often, not that we necessarily get to go twice as often, quite the opposite. It has also been shown that women take usually twice as long to go to the bathroom and due to urinals men often get double or triple as many places to relieve themselves so it's inevitable that the lines were going to be enormous. In fact one video pointed out the fact that if you factor in all of the issues with the ladies room that on average there will be a line that is 34 times as long to the ladies room as to the men's room, which sounds ridiculous but when you look at the fact that there is often an enormous line to the ladies room and absolutely none whatsoever at the men's room I am forced to conclude that that is true. Potty parity has been proposed in some places but that often only just brings women up to having the same number as stalls and urinals as men, and even giving double doesn't seem to necessarily solve the problem even if it does improve the problem. But these mostly apply only to new or heavily renovated buildings so change along those lines is inevitably slow. But when I think of the idea that the ladies room line is literally 34 times as long as the line to the men's room you can see how even double the number of toilets as exists now would only reduce that to 17 times as long the line to the ladies room which is still ludicrously longer so even if potty parity was implemented everywhere overnight the ladies room line would most likely still be enormous. Obviously we are never going to have a situation where women are provided with 34 times as many restrooms as now, nor is that remotely realistic in any type of reality, which again is difficult to admit but you have to concede to the facts and practical reality at some point. In an average place I feel like it's not a major problem these days to find a toilet say in the city at a restaurant or a McDonald's, even if there is sort of a short wait no matter what. But I have come to the conclusion that in almost any situation where there is a limited amount of time to use the bathroom or where there is a large number of people who need to use the bathroom that the ladies room line is going to always be enormous or that using the bathroom is simply just not going to be possible for the majority of women who need to use the bathroom. As a person who has devoted so much time and energy to this issue it's hard to admit defeat in this case, but the facts seem to be spelling the inevitable that no matter what way you look at it or slice it it's always going to be easy for men to go to the bathroom either without wait or with a limited wait and be able to relieve themselves in almost any incidents whether there is a bathroom available or not. And the terrible conclusion that I have reached is that the opposite is also true, no matter which way you slice it it is almost inevitable that in some cases, even a real lot of cases, is never going to be practical to have a ladies room line or bathroom access for women that is anywhere remotely approaching what it is for men. Maybe it's just as a result of my experiences from the last year where I have learned to hold it for six or seven hours out of necessity, but I have come to the conclusion that in regards to a lack of adequate female facilities the response may literally be that the only solution is that you just simply do have to hold it in a lot of instances and there is just no possible way around that. So yes it sucks and it's frustrating, even for people who enjoy seeing people desperate, but when you practically need a bathroom being female I think inevitably means that in some cases you're just going to be caught short and there is nothing you can do about it but learn to cross your legs and hold on. So from now on I'm going to accept the fact that if you are at a rest stop with a limited amount of time to use the bathroom it's likely that not all women are going to get to go. If there is an intermission with a limited amount of time to use the bathroom not all women are going to get to go. If you need to use the bathroom between class you may simply have to hold it for several periods. If there is no bathroom available at all you may end up having to hold it for a very long time. Again it's unfair, it's extremely frustrating, but at the end of the day it is probably inevitability and anyone who doesn't want to find themselves in a really dire situation had better take this inevitability into account whatever they happen to be doing because not to do so you do at your own peril. So I've gone from sort of a radical feminist to a pragmatist and realist. Ultimately I feel that men are always going to be able to urinate more efficiently and always have access to a bathroom where the case is not always so for women. There are inevitably going to be situations where the men get to go and not all the women get to go and it is probably not entirely the men's fault and that there is little that can be done about that simply because it's a matter of anatomy and practicality. In that regard I also do not oppose the idea of street urinals without level of outrage that I had previously done. Do they help the women in any way? No. Are they unfair and symbols of male urinary privilege? Absolutely. Are they practical solution to the problem of men urinating in the streets and useful in their own regard? Yes. So yeah personal experience tends to be eye-opening and the fact sometimes speak for themselves so I reluctantly admit that in regards to these issues there may very well not be any real practical solution and that is just something that women will probably always have to deal with and that men who enjoy your female desperation will always get to enjoy. Anybody have thoughts on this issue? Do these facts jive with your own experiences?

Maybe I am watched too many Mayday videos but imagine you were in heavy turbulence or the plane loses an engine caused it too dive very fast or unusual movements and you had a full bladder. Do you think you would be able to hold it , will you spurt everytime the plane takes a dive or will you all out flood yourself?

I'm starting this discussion thread for chapter 2 of the Omo Alex web comic. I also post the finished pieces in the Omorashi Doujin section, but I also like to post in the forms since it usually takes a few days for new images to get approved and displayed in the Doujin section. Plus, posting it in the forums lets me preserve ordering and post additional concept art. Let me know your thoughts, I'm always looking for more ideas to incorporate into the comic 😀

Hi! i am looking for all wetting related videos with Sahara Knite, i know there are multiple panty wettings, but i think i remember one jeans wetting aswell?

It's a slow beginning but I'm hoping to build it into a bigger story with multiple chapters, so I had to do a bit of a set-up first. Do suggets changes or improvment. "An exciting opertunity has just come up." Sgt. Jeffords adressed the squad gathered in the briefing room. "A interagency manhunt needs people to man a survailance of a dropspot. Is anyone interrested?" Amy's hand had shot up the second Interagency had been uttered. Any oppertunity to add to her already impressiv resume would be welcomed and she had wanted to improve her stakeout skills for some time. "Amy you know how highly the Captain and Myself think of you and your ability as a detective. But this might be a job more suited for a male detective." Sgt Jeffords explained. "The hell's that supposed to mean?" Rosa spoke from the back. "Amy can do the job of everyone here twice over" Never had Amy seen a person walk into a new job and get away with the things Rosa did. At this moment she had her legs on the desk she was sitting at. Amy had not really gotten the chance to talk to this new hire, as Rosa had only been at the 99 for a few weeks and didn't seem like the kind of person who enjoyed small talk. Still, Amy had suddently gotten a lot of new respect for her colleage. Women cops and especially detective were few and far between. It was nice to know someone had her back. "Yeah, I can do as good a job as anyone here" Amy found herself spured on by Rosa and decided to openly question her superiors decision. Something that she would have never considered before. "Yeah!" Charles jumped to the oppertunity the cheer something. "It's not a matter of your ability" Jeffords franticly tried to explain himself as to not appear to believe his female detectives weren't just as capable as the males of the 99th disctrict. "Jeffords, Amy and I are going to do this and we are going to crush it" Rosa's intensity made it perfectly clear there wasn't any reason to argue but Terry wanted to at least explain his position. "Alright it's yours. But the survailance sit is upstate, pretty deep inside a national park -without facilities. I'll give you a more detailed brief. Everyone else is dismissed" Jeffords got grabbed a few papers from his stack and went to grab a whiteboard while the briefing room emptied. Amy had suddently become unsure that she had made the right decision. It would be a fantastic oppertunity and she wanted to show everyone that Rosa had been right - she could do everything the other detectives and officers could. Excempt what might come in real handy on a stake-out in a big forrest. Pee outside just as easy as inside. "Good luck, Santiago" Peralta teased on his way out of the room followed up by Charles's "Woooo, girl power!" "What was that about?" Rosa put a hand on Amy's shoulder. "Oh that's just Charles. He loves to cheer." Amy said turning to her new partner. "I've noticed. But what did Jake mean?" "Oh nothing he's just a bit of an jokester" Rosa's grumble didn't sound to convinced but Jeffords interrupted any chance she had to dig into what ever Amy was hiding. "Before we begin, do you understand why I say what I say? I don't want any of you to believe in anyway I don't think as highly of you two, as I do of anyone else here. Higher usually." Jeffords had taken a seat across the table from Amy. "I know Terry" Amy assured him. She didn't want there to be any bad feelings between them as he was the best sergant she had been assigned to in her time with the NYPD. "But that doesn't mean you should assume not having facilities is anymore of an obsticle for us than the guys here" Rosa needed to make sure she hadn't once again been dropped somewhere to be a pretty face in the office. That wasn't why she became a detective. "And that's on me. To be honest, I wanted to pick you two specefically for this but I didn't want to throw you into a forrest alone if you weren't comfortable with it." Jeffords stod and walked over to the whiteboard. "Shall we get started?" ------- Besides the location it was a very normal stake-out. Local police had caught a mule who gave up a drop spot used by a gang of drugtrafficers. Rosa and Amy had to man a small camp setup by parkrangers overlooking the shelters and report any coming and goings. Next team would relieve them after 2 days. They would drive up friday morning, relieve the previous team at 2pm and get relieved sunday at 2pm. ------- Friday morning Amy went through the notes about the mission again while she drank her coffee. She never really drank coffee in the morning but she had a feeling she was going to need it today. Because she normally woke early it had only been 30 minutes less sleep she had gotten but they defiently made a difference. She glanced over to the packed bags by her door. It wasn't long until she had to head out the door to the precinct to meet up with Rosa and hit the road. She couldn't let go of the feeling that she had forgotten to pack something, but she had spent most of thursday packing and planning what to pack and then repacking. She had a couple diapers left from tests in the academy but she coudn't possibly bring them. It's not like she could use them without Rosa's knowledge. They had been in and out of her bag multiple times, ending up out of them. She dismissed the concern, putting it down to nerves about the mission and working close to a new partner. If only she could coordinate with Rosa, but she didn't have her phone number. Or knew where she lived, or anything about her really. Amy had tried to get Rosa's number at the precinct during the week but she never seemed to have any luck on that front. Amy made a mental note to get it on their way to the park. Amy was ripped out of her thoughts as there was a knock at her door. Opening her door she was surprised to see Rosa at the other side. "Sup?" Rosa's sunglasses met Amy's eyes in the low morning sun. "Rosa? What are you doing here so early?" "Ready?" Rosa held up a keyring with the department insigna, meaning she already had been to the presinct to check out a car. "Wanted to get a headstart, get to the camp early to get some info from the guys before us." "How did you know I was going to even be dressed?" Amy felt out of her element suddently having her morning routine obrubtly distrurbed. "Deal was to meet at the prescinct in 45 minutes. Everytime Peralta is late you remark how you get up earlier to miss morning traffic. Figured you were planning to leave in about 10 minutes time." "Oh. 5 minutes actually. I just need to finish my coffee and run to the bathroom and we can hit the road." Amy felt read like a book, but at least she knew Rosa was talented. "Perfect. I prefer to only stop for gas. I'll throw your bags into the car" Rosa said stepping into the apartment. Amy felt that the "prefer" was mostly a coutisy because Rosa hadn't been at the department for longer. Amy finish the last of her coffee and went to the bathroom, making sure to enjoy to running water and actual toilet a bit more than normal. As she washed her hands a stray though found a home and she opened the cabnet under the sink and felt her heart sink as she noticed the diapers weren't sitting in the back waiting the next written exam. She must have ended up putting them in one of the bags. She hadn't forgotten to pack something, she had forgotten to unpack something! ------- The car ride had been quite so far. They had been driving for about an hour or so and mostly the only sounds had been the gps and Amy's playlist on the car stereo. Amy had actually enjoyed the silence as she was used to sitting in silence listening to music on her trainride to and from work. But today wasn't at chill as her normal commute, as Amy had also tried to gauge Rosa's thoughts from her face. Both about her playlist and whether or not it "Blew ass" as Rosa had asked before handing Amy the AUX, but also whether had any reservations about the mission. "I need to ask you something." Rosa broke the silence. "Shoot" Amy were surprised she wasn't going to be the one to speak first. She felt more in control again after this morning. "What was Jake refering to?" "Oh" As suddently as she had gain control as suddently she had lost it again. "It's nothing, just a joke" "Hey Amy, we're partners on this, we need to trust eachother." Amy really didn't particularly wanted to relive the moment but Amy could she the idea of sharing stories on the way to the National park. "I missed out on a pursuit because I had to pee. We had been sitting outside a house for hours and I just had to pee. So I stepped out of the car to find a restroom. Perp showed up 2 minutes later. Just bad luck!" Amy tried to laugh it off but she couldn't help but feel her bladder sometimes worked against her. "HA!" Rosa's outburst almost starteled Amy. "Don't sweat it Amy. Don't get me wrong but how much good were you going to do if you had stayed?" Amy had to agree with Rosa. She wasn't going to be any help in a chase if she was bursting. "Besides Jake once lost a guy because he hadn't tied his shoes right. Came undone while he was running and next thing he saw was the ground." Amy couldn't recall seeing Rosa laugh before. The next hour or so went by quickly as the detectives shared stories of solved cases, crazy crimes and bad superiors. Rosa had gotten a couple of drinks and snacks packed that they had started dipping into as the miles flew by. ------ "If you see any gas stations coming up, let me know. We need to fill it soon and we should probably switch drivers." Rosa's word were perfectly timed as the last of the coffee and the drinks in the car were catching up to Amy. "I'll be on the lookout. I have to run to the bathroom as well" Amy said hoping Rosa wasn't going to think it was to soon to have to pee again. "Yeah why not" Rosa nodded, much to Amy's delight and surprise. A Gas station bathroom was probably still better than what was to come the next couple of days, and if Amy could get through the drives, to and from the camp, without forcing Rosa to stop more than necesarry she was it would help their friendship. "7 miles" Amy said noticing a sign at the side of the highway. "DAMMIT" Rosa exclaimed as the traffic in front of them suddently slowed down to a crawl. "Ough! Well I guess it's going to be a slow 7 miles." Amy's words were just as much an attempt to ease her self as Rosa. "Yup" The silence once again fell over the car. Nothing could accelerate Amy's need than knowing a bathroom was close but still out of reach, but she was going to make it to that gas station. If she could. It felt like the cars around them wasn't even moving anymore. She was wondering if there was anyway she could help herself hold on without being to obvius. She wanted to put a hand in her crotch but settled on just crossing her legs tight. Amy had to find someway to focus her mind on something other than her bladder. "So, what have you packed by the way?" She enquired hoping some conversation would distract her. "Usual stuff for being outdoors, knife, lantern, rope, extra socks" Rosa sighed adjusting in her seat. "Oh I should have gotten a lantern" Amy tried to keep her mind on the conversation. "One's enough. That it?" Amy looked outside and saw a very welcome sight as the gas station came into view around a bend in the road. Unfortunatly it was still a mile or two down the road. She kept having to keep herself from grabbing her crotch. "Yes it has to be!" Amy said excited. "Would you mind if I just run to the bathroom when we get there? I'm getting kind of desperat?" Amy admitted shifting in her seat. Rosa looked at Amy and back to the gas station. Amy noticed her free leg bouncing up and down. "I was thinking we park and go to the bathroom before we fill up" Rosa said. "If they have any left" Amy noticed how many cars were turning of the highway at the station. "Frees up the highway, we can take the next one." Rosa was starting to fidget more and more. "Honestly Rosa, we have no idea when that is! I really have to pee!" Amy said finally giving into putting her hands between her legs. Rosa had definetly noticed Amy's hand because a moment later she had a hand between hers as well. "But can you wait for god knows how many other women in line?" Rosa's voice cracked just enough for Amy to notice. She had been so preocupied with how badly she needed to pee she hadn't noticed Rosa was pretty desperate as well. A hunch hit her and to satisfy her curiosity she tried to catch a glimpse of the fuel gage, but she couldn't get an angle. "Didn't we have to get fuel as well? We need to stop at a gasstation" Amy didn't really know what answer she hoped for. If they really needed gas she could hopefully get Rosa to stop here but if it was just a excuse so Rosa could go pee, she might be more desperate than Amy! If that was possible. "The gas can wait. But I don't think we can" Rosa finally saw an opening for the gas station and raced up the offramp. "Where can we park?" she hissed to noone in particular. "There!" Amy exclaimed as she noticed a car had just backed out of a spot and Rosa threw the car into the space. Amy really didn't want to move her hands from their place between her thighs but she had to open the door and she was out of the car before Rosa had killed the engine. She quickly found the building housing the bathrooms and Amy almost squeled in delight when she couldn't see any line outside the door with women painted on. "Come on!" She said to Rosa and walked as fast as she could in the direction of the bathroom. She wanted to run. She wanted to run so badly but she wanted more to hang onto a shred of dignity and besides moving her legs quicker would only result in her losing it. She just had to hold on a few moments more but to hell with dignity, she once again burried a hand in her crotch and pushed open the door with the other hand. "How long is this going to be?!" The woman at the front of the line asked desperatly as she knocked on one of the closed stall doors. 8 women in line. All from the traffic jam. All with hands between their legs or doing the potty dance. The realisation stunned Amy. There was no way she was going to make it! How could this happen! She couldn't start this mission of by peeing her pants like a child! Amy was ripped back to reality as she felt a couple drops escape her. She had to act now! And no way she was going to cut in line. She had to come up with something else. She turned to Rosa to ask for help only to find no-one behind her. ------- Rosa couldn't believe how desperat she had become. It had been a long time since she had needed to pee so bad! All because she didn't pee at Amy's. So much pride and look where that got her, about to pee herself in a gas station parking lot after holding herself in front of Amy like some todler. Still could be worse. Amy had decided against listening to her about the line in the bathrooms and Rosa wasn't going to make that mistake. She had noticed a grouping of bushes and trees not to far from the car and that was a much better solution. Even if it was technically illegal. As Amy waddled to the bathroom, she potty danced on the spot and locked the car. When the lock clicked she quickly glansed around. Luckily there wasn't a person in sight and she could undo her belt buckle, releasing much of the pressure from her bladder. The black leather pants she had worn had one major fault. The belt buckle ended up directly on her bladder and it would usually be one of the first things she did when she had to pee, but in the car there simply hadn't been a way to do it. This time however she was so desperate that even than wasn't enough that she didn't feel the need to keep one hand in her crotch for extra support. The bushes weren't far away but it felt long as Rosa hurried out of sight. As she reached the bushes she knew it was now or never. A couple of drops had already escaped and the first small opening had to be privat enough as Rosa jump into her green hiding spot and pulled her pants and panties down. She had almost forgotten how good it felt to pee when one had become so desperate, and had to strain to keep from sighing in relief. After all she still had to be on the lookout to make sure she wasn't spottet. From her hiding spot she spottet Amy exiting the restrooms way quicker than she expected. Maybe she'd been wrong about the lengh of the line. ------ There was only one option left for Amy. She had at most a couple of minutes before her bladder completly gave out and she would spent the rest of the day soaked. She really didn't want to use this option but desperat times call for desperat means. She turned back out the door and looked around. A few meters down the building she saw her saving grace. The door with men written along. Leaks be damned now she had to run. As her free hand reach the handle she pressed the other one in to her crotch harder as she could feel dampness starting to appear. Even still she had to take a deep breath before she opened the door. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry" She repeated as she ran by 2 very confused men at the urinal trying to cover her eyes and still find an open stall. She kicked open the stall door and even before she had completly pulled down her pants completly the floodgate opened. She threw herself on the toilet and couldn't help but sigh deeply as her bladder emptied. The redness on her checks was however spreading very quickly. Firstly Rosa had witnessed her way more desperat than she was comfortable with, secondly she had had to run through a occupied mensroom on the verge of peeing herself and thirdly she hadden't gotten a hold of her panties when she removed her pants. As it were she was now wearing completly soaked through panties and her pants had a fairly sizeble wet patch right between the legs. Amy wanted the earth to open up and swallow her right then and there. And when what was clearly a mans hand reached in and closed the still open stall door, she was ready to dig the hole herself.

Hello pee world. It's been forever since I've last posted. Something like three years or so? Since then, a fellow Omo member and I actually met in person, fell in love, got married, and have a wonderful life together. We are currently expecting our first child. With pregnancy, comes frequent urges to pee. For the most part we are completely fine with that. While we have had so many fun experiences together, this one is by far one of my favorites, and I just had to write about it. It's spring in the Midwest of the US, and today we had a beautiful spring day. We took advantage by going fishing. We brought our two German Shepherds with us to our campground, where we started out the day. The campground is still closed to everyone else, so it was just us. Every time we had the urge to pee; I pulled my pants down, he unzipped his fly, and we went at our leisure. After a couple of hours, we weren't having much luck catching anything at the campground. We decided to take the dogs back home, and we went to a local park to try our luck there. of course, there were a lot of people. We manage to get a spot far enough away from others to cast our lines. We sat down on the nearby bench and waited. By this time, I had to pee again. I held it for about an hour. After still not having much luck, I decided to make it a little more fun. I looked at my husband and told him that I was just going to pee there on that bench, as long as he peed himself when we got back home. He instantly got a little excited and agreed, as he told me that he had to pee pretty bad too. I started out by letting little spurts go so that way it wouldn't be so noticeable. It wasn't too long before a small puddle was forming below me. I could feel my butt getting wet. My husband then admits that he wasn't sure if he would be able to make it home either, so he let a little bit out too. Now, I was wearing black leggings, so I wasn't too worried about other people seeing me. My husband on the other hand, was wearing gray cargo pants. Every single drop showed up instantly, and I got so aroused. I decided to stand up behind the bench and keep letting some out. I wanted to be able to feel it run down my legs a. It was quite an adrenaline rush, as I stood there and slowly peed my pants. It was going down both of my legs. It was warm, and it made me tingle. I couldn't decide at first if I wanted to finish peeing standing, or if I wanted to sit back on the bench. By this point it was getting too difficult to hold it. I stood in front of my husband and peed some more. I let him feel my butt and legs. I was soaked all the way to my knees. I really wanted to sit on his lap and continue, but I didn't want it to be noticeable to the people around us. Finally, I sat back down on the bench and continued letting little bits out. Those little spurts started to become bigger and bigger, as I was actually started to lose control. Soon enough, it was coming out of me at full force. A huge puddle formed below me. If anyone walked by it was completely noticeable. After I finished, I looked at my husband, and I could tell he wanted to let it all go too. I told him that it was up to him, because it was a long walk back to the vehicle. He said that he couldn't hold it anymore, and he started to relax himself. His gray pants started turning a dark gray right in front of my eyes. Even though he was sitting on the bench, it started running down his legs. It was also pooling beneath him. After a little while, I made him stand up so I could inspect all of the damage. The back of his left leg was completely soaked to his foot, and the back of his right leg was soaked until about midthigh. He had a huge wet spot in front too. It was so hot. We then had to face the inevitable by walking by all the other people that were also fishing, then by a little playground, and half of a parking lot before we got back to our car. My husband took his jacket off to hang in front of him, and I walked behind him. My wet pants weren't nearly as noticeable as his were. I could tell he was nervous, because he kept looking back at me and giving the nervous laugh. I told him to keep going like nothing happened. We walked by 7 or 8 other people that were fishing. One of the guys actually stopped to talk to us for a second. He had asked if we caught anything. My husband didn't say a word, so I quickly chimed in and said no, and that this was the second place that we tried. He replied to us saying that it's still early in the season. We all agreed, and my husband and I kept walking. There wasn't anyone on the playground, so we were safe there. We were walking through the parking lot when some other guy in a truck was pulling out after we walked through. He passed us, and we kept walking. We finally made it to the car, and we opened the hatch to put our stuff away. My husband cursed because there was someone on the other side of the car. I told him to keep his jacket in front of him, and to hurry and hop in. He quickly laid his jacket down on the seat and got in. I did the same. We were both over the moon as we thought about what we just did. We could clearly see the wet spots beneath the bench, where we were just sitting, all the way from the parking lot. We were both still so aroused by the time we got home; we banged a good one out on our front porch. We live in the country, so we weren't worried about anyone going by as we've done that many times. The whole experience was so hot, we might just have to bang another one out before bed. 😉 Anyways, that was our exciting afternoon!

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, and events are the property of their respective owners. I do not own Elfen Lied in any capacity. I am not associated with Lynn Okamoto, Mamoru Kanbe, Studio Arms, or any party involved with the manga or anime. This is a fanfiction meant solely for entertainment. No copyright infringement is intended. Note: This fanfiction takes place after the events of the anime Elfen Lied. The anime timeline and characters are different than the manga’s so keep that in mind if you’re wondering why things are so different than the last portion of the manga. Also, this story has some set up since I really love this anime and these characters. If you want to skip straight to the lemon, I’ll mark the start of that section with ***** so you can skip right to the sexy stuff if you want to. Lucy had survived her massive battle with Kakuzawa’s troops and managed to avoid capture. She knew she didn’t deserve a second chance at life, but she wanted to be with Kouta so badly. For years she had told herself that she was continuing to live only to one day apologize and achieve some modicum of redemption. She never anticipated surviving this long or what would happen afterwards. Upon returning, the clock that her Nyuu persona had worked on started to chime wildly and she could feel her head pounding as her dual personalities started becoming one. Her memories surged up from deep within as she gripped her head tightly with both hands. The sound of Wanta barking finally snapped her out of her trance as Kouta opened the sliding panel door. Kouta was beyond shocked when he saw the unexpected visitor on the other side. “You! You’re…you’re alive?! I thought I’d never see you again! Where have you been?!” So many emotions flowed through him he was quickly overwhelmed. He was so relieved and happy to see her alive 6 weeks after her disappearance, but he had only just been able to genuinely mourn the loss of his family. He couldn’t forgive her for all she had done. A part of him even still hated her, but he also somehow loved her. For just those few days they spent together as children, he had connected with her in a way he hadn’t with anyone else in his life. When he found her again years later, injured and suffering from head trauma, he felt that same connection again as he nursed her back to health. He knew in his heart that he loved this woman, and he couldn’t change that even if he tried. “Are you Nyuu, or the one I talked to on the stairs?” She smiled as she embraced him passionately. “You said it yourself that night, they’re both me. However, you can just continue to call me Nyuu.” For the next few months, Kouta’s relationship with Nyuu bloomed into something beautiful. He hadn’t been sure he’d be able to look past the horrible things she had done, but her remorse was so genuine and her desire to start over so sincere that he just couldn’t bring himself to hate her any longer. She now visited his family’s resting place with him every day, bringing rice and praying silently. One night, she suffered from a horrible nightmare and screamed herself awake. Kouta felt so bad for her that he spent the night in her bed with his arms wrapped gently around her waist. He wasn’t quite ready yet to get intimate, but he couldn’t see her suffer like that. That was the breaking point for Kouta’s cousin Yuka, who had held out hope that Kouta would one day return her feelings if Nyuu failed to return. Now that Nyuu was back, she knew her already slim chance was over. She knew cousin marriage was antiquated and frowned upon, but she couldn’t help the way she felt. She had feelings for him ever since they were children, but Kouta always seemed oblivious to that. In reality, even Kouta as dense as he was, was aware of how Yuka felt at this point. He just didn’t feel that way about her and never would. The least he could do was to keep her ignorant of who Nyuu truly was. It would be unspeakably cruel for Yuka to learn that she had lost her romantic rivalry to the infamous ex-serial killer who brutally murdered his family in front of him! His life was an impossible absurdity, but according to the philosophers he had to read in college, such is life in general. One night around Christmas, Yuka decided to do a favor for her romantic rival. She knew she had lost anyways, so she may as well bow out with grace before moving out. Yuka decided to take Mayu and Nana out to visit her mother, leaving Kouta and Nyuu all alone in the inn together. In addition, she had managed to secure a large supply of beer from a college friend who tended to party a little too hard. “You girls have fun tonight!” Kouta waved cheerily as Yuka hailed a taxi to her mother’s. After they had left, Kouta returned to the low table. He had just taken Nyuu on a wonderful date to the same zoo they had visited as children. He was happy to see Nyuu’s love of animals was as strong as ever. The atmosphere was quite romantic with a light snow now beginning to fall outside, but Kouta was very nervous. “So um…have you ever had alcohol before?” Nyuu shook her head before answering. “There are a lot of things I’ve never experienced before. This is certainly one of them.” “I actually tried to drink a little back in high school to show off to some classmates, but…it didn’t go well. I’m kind of a lightweight.” Nyuu chuckled at the thought of Kouta trying to show off and acting like a normal, dumb teenager. She had read that alcohol could calm the nerves and she certainly felt like she needed that right now. She wanted this so badly, but she was also terrified. What if he didn’t find her attractive?! What if they just weren’t compatible in bed and he started to have thoughts about other girls? She knew this was rather unfair to the extremely faithful Kouta, but after a lifetime of being treated as a monster, the idea of actually having sex with the man she loved made her so nervous. Nyuu drank beer after beer, but found that the alcohol just didn’t have much effect on her due to her genetics. Kouta on the other hand, was quickly plastered. She needed to act now before he passed out! “Hey Kouta, could I…spend the night in your room tonight?” Nyuu said as suggestively as possible. ******** The drunken young couple entered Kouta’s room. While Maple Inn was quite spacious, the ever-conscientious Kouta kept only a small room for himself. The room was sparsely furnished with a study desk and a small bed in the corner up against the wall. The wall was covered in a bland, white wallpaper and had nothing in the way of posters or decorations. Kouta had far too pre-occupied working through his feelings for Nyuu to bother decorating much. “So…you really want to do this now?” Nyuu was concerned since Kouta was far more affected by the beer than she was, even though she had drunk a LOT more. “I’m fffine. I want to make you to love!” Kouta stammered drunkenly. They removed their clothes, and he began to fumble awkwardly with her bra. “Just get on the bed honey, I’ll take it off for you.” Nyuu assured him warmly. Nyuu tried to look her sexiest stripping off her bra and panties, which drove Kouta wild. They began to kiss passionately, but in his drunken state he ashamedly was having a hard time getting it up. He began to apologize and blush, but Nyuu gently comforted him. “It’s ok honey, we just drank a little too much tonight. We’re in no rush. I actually think this is better since I want to remember our first time clearly.” Kouta snuggled up to her and held her tight. “You’re so…so sweet Nyuu!” Nyuu smiled as she hugged him back. “I’m really not, but I’m glad there’s one person who thinks so.” Nyuu turned out the lights and within 10 minutes, both were soundly asleep in each other’s warm embrace. However, that wasn’t nearly the end of this night. In her attempts to loosen up her guilty conscious and inhibitions, Nyuu had drained 10 cans of beer and even her abnormally large, mutant bladder was now filled to the bursting point. Just 3 hours into their sleep, a gentle trickle escaped Nyuu’s lower lips and trickled against Kouta’s leg. This immediately startled him awake since he was a rather light sleeper. He at first was worried it was blood and quickly turned on the bedside lamp. He was relieved to see she wasn’t hurt but was also rather shocked an 18-year-old girl was having an accident like this. In Nyuu’s case, for the second time in front of him! He gently shook her awake. “Um…sweetie, you’re kind of making a mess. Nyuu awoke and immediately realized what was happening. She painfully clamped off the flow and began to feel her eyes fill with tears as she blushed furiously. “Oh my God I’m SO sorry! I swear this hasn’t happened since I was in the orphanage. Please don’t be angry or disgusted with me!” She spoke in a rapid, desperate voice. Kouta saw this must be a very painful topic for her and immediately put his arms around her to try calm her down. “It’s ok Nyuu, I’m not angry or disgusted, just a little surprised that’s all!” Nyuu’s face still showed a deeply painful expression. “The other kids and even the adults used to bully me relentlessly for this. One caretaker used to slap me so hard my lip would split open and then she would yell at me for bleeding on my shirt. “Nyuu, I’m not one of those horrible people who abused you. Why would you ever think I’d react that way?! I just want you to be happy because I love you!” Nyuu smiled sadly as she tried to force her crying under control. Before he knew it, Nyuu was all over him, kissing him frantically. Suddenly, she tensed up painfully as if suddenly stabbed in the side. Oh my GOD I still have to piss SOO fucking bad! I can’t even stand up or else it’s going to come out! The toilet is on the other side of the inn and there’s no way I can make it. What am I going to do?!” Nyuu was beyond desperate and Kouta couldn’t bear to see his beloved in so much pain. “It’s really ok Nyuu! The bed is already wet so just let go. Don’t hurt yourself!” Nyuu gave him a tearful smile as she sat upright against the headboard and prepared to take his advice right away. “Oh God THANK YOUUU!” It felt like her bladder was tearing apart. She needed to get this beer out NOW! Without any further delay, Nyuu spread her lower lips and pushed down on her pelvic floor muscles with all her might. Kouta knew she had drunk a lot of beer. He knew she was frantically desperate to relieve herself. However, he wasn’t at all prepared for what happened next! An obscenely thick, powerful stream exploded from Nyuu’s womanhood and flew the length of the bed before splattering against the wall with the force of a firehose. Nyuu let out a long moan of immense pleasure as her eyes rolled back. The white wall paper was quickly being stained yellow and the splash back was similarly staining the sheets, but Nyuu couldn’t care less about that right now. Any feelings of shame or embarrassment had been entirely replaced with the most blessed relief she had ever felt in her life. Kouta was shocked to see just how hard this beautiful girl was peeing! He had seen plenty of jocks and burly guys empty themselves at the urinal next to him, but he had never in his life seen a stream anything like this. The force, volume, and sound were simply incredible! He looked up at her face and saw the most beautiful expression he had ever seen. It was like she was experiencing a continuous, perpetual orgasm. Kouta was no longer drunk at this point and embarrassingly found himself getting the hardest erection he could remember. After about 20 seconds the stream lost a little power and now instead of splattering off the wall with deafening sound and the splash back hitting the sheets, it was running straight down the wall like a golden waterfall. Nyuu let out another orgasmic moan. She was still in a state of complete and utter ecstasy. It seemed like an eternity until Nyuu’s vicious stream eventually drooped down to a normal one and finally stopped. By the time it was finally over, Nyuu had expelled around 3.5 liters of recycled beer piss all over his wall and bed! The sheets were stained badly, and the wallpaper was utterly ruined with the largest pee stain imaginable. The puddle on the wooden floor resembled a small lake. Nyuu had only one thing to say in response to all of this, “AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” Nyuu let out the most heavenly sigh Kouta had ever heard. Her eyes showed she was still in a deep high as dopamine flooded her brain’s pleasure receptors. This was a perfect state of pure relief. For next few seconds, the only sound was Nyuu’s pee still dripping down off the wall and on to the floor. Eventually, Kouta broke the silence with an awkward “Um….wow! Are you feeling better honey?” Nyuu finally came down to Earth and glanced over at him with the most wicked grin. “You have NO fucking idea how good that felt! I could never have made it to the bathroom. Thank you SO much for just telling me to let go! That was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life! She began to smother him with kisses when suddenly she felt his rock-hard member and grinned widely. “What’s this? I see I wasn’t the only one feeling good!” Now it was Kouta’s turn to feel embarrassed. “Um…uh…it’s just that you were moaning and your face looked so beautiful and it looked like it felt so good it just made me feel good. Please don’t think I’m a pervert!” Nyuu laughed gently as she embraced him. “Kouta, I don’t think you’re a pervert! I think you’re sweet! After spending my entire life with people who seem to get off on my suffering, I’m not going to complain I found someone who feels good when I’m feeling good!” She then leaned forward and nibbled on his earlobe before whispering sexily in his ear. “Also, I have a little secret. That felt so good I almost came from the sheer relief! Since we’re both close, how about we finish each other off?” Kouta quickly nodded his head as the naughty mutant rolled him over on his back and mounted on top of him. Nyuu gently guided his steel rod into her now sopping pussy. Nyuu whispered in her most erotic voice, “Ok, now it’s time for you to do your part”. Kouta massaged her breasts and gently began to thrust. “Um…am I doing this right? I’m not hurting you am I!?” Nyuu looked down at him with a very loving, bemused expression. He was so gentle. The polar opposite of the lab facility guard who violently took her virginity from her before she repaid him by taking his life. “Kouta, you can go a little harder and quicker than that sweetie! I’m a pretty tough girl, so I can take it.” Kouta gradually started to thrust harder and faster as he got into a rhythm. “Hold on, let me adjust you just a little bit. Oh FUCK yes that’s hitting my spot! Keep going!” Kouta kept up the rhythm for another 10 seconds before Nyuu erupted her ejaculate all over his stomach and nether region. This surprise instantly finished off Kouta, who filled her with a wild ejaculation of his own. Both screamed in ecstasy before Nyuu collapsed on top of him and their heavy panting became the only sound in the room. This time Nyuu was the one who broke the silence. “That…was…AMAZING!” she said between breaths. She was caked in sweat and still breathing hard. “You really came hard! If it wasn’t for the pills, I’d be carrying our child right now!” Kouta caught his breath before responding. “I came hard? What about you?! Do you mean to tell me on top of everything else you can cum like that?! Am I dreaming or are you some kind of goddess?” Nyuu smiled and blushed. “Kouta, I can assure you that you’re the only guy I’ve ever met who would consider me a goddess instead of a deformed freak. If I can play the role of your sexy goddess though and we can make love like that, I’m happy to accept the part. We’re going to have a LOT of fun together!” Kouta wanted badly to snuggle with her and go back to sleep, but there were a few things to do first. “Um..Nyuu, we kind of made a mess and that pee is going to start smelling bad soon. We should probably start cleaning up. Nyuu blushed while nodding in agreement. It would be a little while before the young lovers were able to resume their peaceful slumber.

My wife and I work at the same place. She recently returned to work after giving birth. During pregnancy, she had experienced some stress incontinence, which resulted in her peeing quite a bit in her panties every now and then. These incidents were almost all at home so it was easy for her to change. I thought that it had gotten better but tonight as we walked out of work, I was making her laugh hard and all of a sudden she crouched down with her heel buried in her crotch. After a few seconds she regained her composure somewhat, only to take a few steps and crouch down again stating "I'm peeing". This of course turned me on, though I was concerned that someone might see. Thankfully it was late and the building was quiet. A few more seconds went by and my wife got up and headed to the nearest restroom. She didn't leave a puddle and later she admitted that she didn't actually wet herself but it felt like she was about to. It's funny because I had only just asked her the other day if she had had any recent near misses. I am glad I got to experience this one in person. Despite her panties staying dry this time, I will leave you with photos of the aftermath of her panties when she wet herself while pregnant. I share these with her permission.

final_6218cf77305f8100ac8130c3_800115.mp4 Unfortunately you can't really see it, but this contestant peed herself in a resistance ?competition?, it lasted about 7 hours I put two clips together and subtitled it Her name is Jade Picon