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  1. I thought that this time, I’d post an experience I had from a while ago, from back when I was a junior or senior in high school. One Friday, two friends and I decided to go out right after school. One of my friends, we’ll call him Brian, drove both of us, myself and another friend we’ll call Kevin. Kevin and I both left our cars in the school parking lot. It was maybe a twenty-minute drive, and we went to the mall first, looking in different stores for a bit and stopping off at the food court for a drink. Next we walked across a street or two to Best Buy. I definitely remember Best Buy – I remember Kevin keeping his hand in his pocket quite a bit, and I thought he was pinching himself through his pocket. Kevin was that one friend in the group that seemed to need to pee more often than everyone else in our friend group, and that’s where my mind went when I saw him wiggling his leg with his hand in his pocket. We’d been hanging out since school was out, and since I’d had my last hour with him, I knew he went right with us to the car and didn’t visit the restroom first. We typically didn’t have enough time for bathroom breaks between classes, either. By this point in the afternoon, that probably meant five or six hours without a bathroom for him. I was into omo even back in high school, and the idea of Kevin having to pee got me pretty excited. The downside was that I’d also been without a bathroom for about five or six hours. I wasn’t open with my friends about being into omo, obviously, and I was worried that they’d pick up that I was into it if I got too desperate or enjoyed Kevin’s show too much. But more than I was afraid, I was just as excited to watch Kevin! He was wearing slim khaki shorts, which I knew would show anything very easily. Unfortunately, so would my light blue colored khaki shorts. (If anyone is interested, I know Kevin wore briefs, and so did I – light blue ones like my shorts, made of a thin, stretchy material.) As we were about to leave the electronics store, I saw Kevin walking with a fist in his pocket. I imagined he was probably holding himself, at least a little. I wasn’t quite as badly off, but I wasn’t comfortable either, and I was getting a bit nervous about it. I had a choice: I could go to the bathroom, and likely have Kevin go to the bathroom with me, or we could both hold it. Of course, I wasn’t thinking with my head, so I decided to not remind Kevin that the store had restrooms and hold it. I’d never seen anyone desperate in real life at this point, and I thought Kevin was fairly attractive, so I was enjoying myself way too much to ruin the fun. We walked back across a street and a few vacant lots and to the parking lot where we’d left Brian’s car. Kevin had his hands in his pocket pretty much the whole time, and I think I saw him playing with himself a bit. I guess it could have been the weather too, it was a tiny bit chilly, but that’s not where my mind was. It had been long enough since we got drinks in the mall that I was feeling mine, and I knew Kevin must be too. Once we got to his car, Brian put whatever he’d bought in the front seat, and Kevin and I got in the back. I had to go badly enough by then that I’m sure I winced sitting down, and I noticed Kevin did too. He wiggled his legs, stuck his hand in his pocket and sucked air through his teeth. I was jiggling my own leg and looked over at Kevin. I quietly mouthed, “You too?” He laughed breathily, “Yeah! Shh!” and looked up front at Brian. Kevin didn’t want him to know he had to pee. He didn’t seem to care that I knew, though – we kind of sized each other up, to see how badly the other had to go. We looked each other in the eye for a little bit and grinned. Just to try to make Kevin feel better and get the most out of the moment, I squeezed myself through the pocket in a way that made sure he could see me doing it and bounced my leg a bit – it was also good cover for the fact that I was very hard by now. My bladder was definitely hard too, but I didn’t have to go *that* bad yet. From what I could tell though, Kevin did. He broke off our eye contact, and he noticed at my leg and grinned pretty widely. So did I, and we both giggled to each other. “What’s so funny?” Brian laughed from the front seat. Kevin came up with some quip about whatever Brian had bought or something, I don’t remember, but we all started talking for part of of the drive. It seemed like Brian wouldn’t figure out what was going on … until he hit the brakes a little too hard at one light, and Kevin let out a grunt of pain. “What? What’s wrong?” Brian turned around and gave Kevin one look before figuring it out and laughing. “You have to pee?!” he said, still laughing. “N-no!” Kevin denied, clearly lying. “We were *just* at the mall!” Brian was still laughing. “[Shinobi] needs to piss too!” he said, looking at me, and now he was laughing a little. I gave him a punch in the side, near the stomach, and he yelped a bit. “God dammit!” Brian burst out into laughter even harder. “What is wrong with you two?! You’d better not get my seats wet!” “Shut up,” we told him both at once, laughing a little even though it hurt. “Y’know what?” Brian said, pretending to be mad. Kevin and I looked at each other for a moment, waiting for Brian to finish his sentence. “Just for that –” Brian braked for the next light, way harder than he needed to. We both yelped out in pain, and Brian burst out into laughter (he was the kind of guy that was always laughing, and had a huge, loud laugh). I punched the back of Brian’s seat, but other than that, we were all quiet for a moment. “There’s a gas station,” Kevin broke the silence. “Can you pull in there?” My heart sank a bit at the idea both of us getting relief. “You had a chance to go back at the mall!” Brian said. “I’m not pulling over!” I was secretly relieved, in a different way. We kept driving, Kevin and I all but openly staring at each other now, pretty much constantly trading smirks and glances. We were getting close to our high school parking lot now, and I was getting desperate enough that part of me was actually glad for it. I know Kevin was in pain by then, because he was constantly fanning his legs now, and openly grabbing himself through the pocket of his shorts. Finally Brian got close to our school. We knew it was too late to get into the parking lot (our school had put some gates at the parking lot entrance that wouldn’t let us in at this hour, only let cars out – it was probably 6 or 7 by now and starting to get dark). Instead, he pulled into a small convenience store across the street from our school which, lucky for me (and unlucky for Kevin) wasn’t open anymore. We got out of the car and talked for a while about high school and such (I don’t really remember what). I do remember Kevin with both hands in the pockets of his shorts, constantly shifting his weight back and forth from foot to foot, lifting his feet in the air like he was kicking himself from behind. I kept a hand in one pocket and shifted back and forth too, partly because I had to pee, but mostly because I was incredibly hard by now and didn’t want them to know! The three of us stood there talking, Kevin and I grabbing ourselves through our pockets, shifting back and forth, talking with Brian. I guess Brian had enough of it, because he finally just started laughing at us and said "Why don't you two just go over there?" and pointed at a wall. We looked at the spot and shifted some more as my heart sank. "They've got cameras all over the place here, I don't want to get caught pissing at school," Kevin said, and bounced at the waist in a way that told me he'd had a pressure surge. My heart started beating even faster, knowing Kevin and I would keep holding. "You two are fucking weird," Brian laughed and waved his hand at us, "I'm leaving." He opened his car door and got inside. "See ya," Kevin and I said, and then it was just us. "Aww shit," Kevin said right as Brian drove away. "What?" I asked. "Our cars are on the other side of the school." I laughed, "You gonna make it?" "Yeah," Kevin said, obviously not completely sure. "Okay," I laughed, hand still in my pocket. "What about you?" he asked, looking at my crotch. My bladder felt rock solid by then, and honestly I was a little nervous about making it home anymore, but honestly, the hand in my pocket was more to hide my hard on than to help my bladder. I thought I’d be fine, but I wanted Kevin to feel like it was okay to admit how badly he had to go. So, I grabbed myself a bit and said "God, I dunno" and laughed weakly. "Oh, shit," he laughed. "Let's go then," and he started walking towards our cars. I followed at his side. "Gah," he exclaimed, and did a kind of dance and bent at the knees. "I know," I said laughing, "I dunno if I've ever had to go this bad before." At that point in my life, I’m sure that was true. At least, I'd definitely never had to go so badly in front of a friend, or probably anyone. "Me neither," he admitted, "I feel like I'm gonna pop," he took one hand out of his pants and made an exploding gesture, his other hand clearly working his dick through his pocket. "Don't get any on me!" I laughed, and pretended to work myself through my pocket too - I remember thinking it was too dangerous to actually touch myself at the time, I was just too close to wetting my pants (in more than one way, I guess!). Kevin laughed and groaned a bit, clearly still in pain, and moved the hand not in his pocket onto his stomach, rubbing it a bit. "How're you gonna get home?" I asked him, knowing he lived maybe another 20 minutes away from school. "Oh, God," he moaned, "I dunno." "I live closer if you want me to take you by?" I asked, really just not wanting this to end. "I dunno," he said, in a way that probably meant 'no.' We stayed quiet for a few steps, until he bent over and said "Aww, fuck..." That got my heart pounding even harder - Kevin was not a guy that swore often, so I knew it had to be bad for him now. "You okay?" I asked him. "Dude, I... I really want to piss, but I don't want to get caught," he said, talking about the cameras again. "Then get going," I egged him on, "we're almost halfway there." We had to walk past two buildings to our parking spots, and we were almost past the first one. We walked on for a bit, until my bladder decided to contract a bit, and without really thinking about it I decided to hold us up for a little while. “Ohhh, oww,” I moaned. “See?” Kevin shoved my side a bit, “It’s not so easy to walk when you’re about to piss everywhere.” The way he stressed the word ‘piss’ did not help at all. “Shut up,” I laughed. I was overreacting, sure, but I was genuinely in pain. Kevin laughed, and I got myself under control again and we kept walking. We joked for a bit as we kept walking, a little more slowly and carefully than before, I noticed, which I didn’t mind since it felt like I had a balloon inflated in my stomach, and I was actually hard enough that walking was making my briefs and shorts kind of rub my dick, which didn’t help hide the fact that I was hard. Honestly, my balls were hurting as badly as my bladder at this point, and felt like they were just as full. I kept my dick off to the side and my hand in that pocket so that Kevin wouldn’t see it, hopefully. He hadn’t mentioned anything yet, so I thought it must be working to hide it from him. “Oh, thank God, there’s my car,” I said, pointing it out. “Where’s yours?” “It’s around the other side of the building,” he moaned. “Want a ride?” I offered (for completely selfless reasons, I promise!). “Nah,” Kevin dismissed, “It’s not that far.” I kind of got mixed hot and cold signals from Kevin, if you know what I mean, and couldn’t tell if it was okay to press the subject of how bad we had to pee. Once we got closer to my car though, he swore and jiggled a bit again, so I figured it was okay to tease each other more. “What’s wrong?” I asked again, teasing, “Gotta piss?” I shoved him with one hand while the other was in my pocket, and he ended up turning around so that we were facing each other. “Oh!” Kevin exclaimed, in a genuinely pained way that got my heart pounding, because I knew something went wrong. He didn’t answer and just stood frozen on the spot, and I was throbbing and kept my eyes frozen on his pants. When I saw a small wet spot appear next to his hand and grow a little bit, I totally lost it. My eyes were hyper focused on his pants, and I tried to stifle a grunt, but I know I failed. “Ohhh, fuuuuuu…,” I moaned, pushed my thighs together and bent forward and at the knees, and I felt my cock throbbing. My cum wet through my underwear to my hand. There was a tiny part of my brain that knew what I was doing and felt utterly humiliated, but honestly, at that moment I kind of kicked into autopilot. It’s weird to explain, but it was as if I was watching myself do everything I was doing rather than actually doing it myself. I knew I was blushing furiously, and it only got worse as I felt a wet leg of my shorts slap against my thigh and cling tightly to it. I don’t know how long I came, but I know I came a *lot*. I felt my briefs soaked through, as thoroughly as if I had been pissing myself. Kevin was still bent over grabbing himself, but he was looking right at my pants, just like I was looking at his. I made a noise, a groan I guess. I looked down, and I was soaked, with probably a dinner plate sized patch centered at the bottom of my fly, which was all painfully obvious on the baby blue colored khaki material. The legs of my shorts legs were sticking to my thighs thanks to the cum. “I, uhh … guess I had to piss too,” I heard myself saying, my brain apparently trying to come up with a probably pointless cover story. Kevin stood up and laughed. He shoved me towards my car and started walking away towards his, still laughing. I took a few steps back to keep my balance and feeling my shorts cling to my thighs dominated my attention. I knew I was soaked. “Go home, quick then,” he called after me. I got my keys out of my bag and got into my car. As I sat down, first thing I did was look towards Kevin to see if I could see anything, but I couldn’t. I only saw him walking to his car. After a few seconds, I remembered I still actually had to piss, pretty badly too, especially now that I was getting soft. I hurriedly drove out of the school parking lot, still on auto-pilot still out of the shock of what just happened. Part of me thought I couldn’t make it home without pissing myself, and I looked around my car. I found a large soda cup and pulled off to the side of the road just before I got to the first stop sign on my way home (I lived in the country, so no one was around on the roads, really). Not totally in control of myself yet, I pulled open my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. I looked at my briefs - they were a stretchy blue material that had gone from blue to almost transparent. I may as well have pissed myself for how wet my underwear was. As I was doing looking at them, someone passed by the intersection, but they didn’t go towards me. Nervous about being seen now, I just put my package up to the cup lid without pulling down my underwear, and just let go. Feeling the pee soak over my dick and through my underwear snapped me back out of autopilot. I jerked as I came back to, and realized the cup was almost full. I tried to cut it off, but I couldn't do it in time and part of it overflowed onto my shorts, not that it really made a difference. I put myself back in my shorts and looked for what to do with the full cup. I spurted a bit out while I was looking. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself, and checked outside. No one was coming, so I opened the door and tossed the contents of the cup outside. I leaked again, and did what I was doing before, I was wet enough that it didn’t matter if my briefs got wetter. If that was even possible. I sighed in relief as I felt the pee flow over my underwear and over my skin and thought about what I was going to do to get home. I still lived with my parents, of course, and it wasn’t late enough that they’d be asleep. Lucky for me, I had a large pair of large, black basketball shorts in my car, and I could change before I got home. I finished up, did my pants back up again, and started driving home. I put them on over my wet shorts quickly as I got out of the car at home, said “hi” to my parents and blew past them, and shut the door to my room, my heart pounding again. I looked at my phone, and I’d sat on the side of the road pissing myself for long enough that Kevin would have gotten home. “Make it home okay?” I texted him. I was getting hard again just standing there, and took off the basketball shorts. “Aye, all the way home 😜 Hurt so bad though” he texted back. I reached into my pocket again and rubbed, only a few times, but it was enough to bring me off for the second time that night, not that you could tell. Afterwards, I changed, showered and fell right to sleep.
  2. Just a little story I made up for fun, let me know what you think 🙂 never sure if my stories are any good and even worth sharing. Peeking the top of her head out of her sleeping bag Emma could see she wasn't quite the last one up. Loz still looked fast asleep in her sleeping bag, Mily, Grace and Zara were giggling away around a deck of cards. The morning brought a wave of sensations, the fresh, damp North Welsh air replacing the stale warm air inside her sleeping bag. The dim light forcing her eyes to half close. The throb of her aching joints, from the previous 2 days of hiking. The pitter patter of light rain on the tent. Emma freed an arm, which acquired her glasses, allowing her to see properly, but quickly withdrew to her sleeping bag not wanting to draw attention that she was awake. Her senses now catching up, she realised that there was a cold, damp feeling between her legs and around her bum. The slight scent wafting up her sleeping bag confirmed to her brain that she had wet the bed. It wasn't a bad feeling, Emma kinda enjoyed it but never around friends. None the less she felt a wave of arousal spread over her but resisted the urges. She hunkered down so her eyes were looking out at the tent but nothing else. As Emma laid there wondering how she could get up without getting noticed, but enjoying the damp cotton of her knickers clinging to her and the occasional smell of urine caught by her nostrils, to actually do anything about it. She noticed that none of her friends were wearing anything, except for Mily in a tan bra. The sight only added to her arousal, she wasn't particularly attracted or have any desires towards girls but flesh on show did excite her. For a girl of 29 she'd had no experience with sexual activity, save her own hands, it was an embarrassing topic but one she still didn't feel ready for. She just hadn't met the right guy yet she thought to herself, as her fingertips danced over her nipples with a soft sigh. Grace must have noticed Emma as she'd left the card game and was making her way across the large 12man tent towards Emma's camp bed. Emma noticed her friend and snapped from her trance, exposing her full head from the sleeping bag. She watched as Grace walked over, brushing her ginger hair from her eyes as she negotiated the tent. Her hips doing the lion's share of the manoeuvring causing her tummy and boobs to roll as if dancing. Emma felt another wave as she watched trying to keep her head clear but her eyes drawn to neatly shaved ginger triangle between Grace's legs. Gods Grace was beautiful was her only thought, as her eyes met Grace's. Grace sat down next to Emma's camp bed with a crumple from the groundsheet focusing Emma on reality. "Morning leepy" Grace said with a smile as she played with her hair. Smiling back and taking a long blink "Morning" Emma replied shuffling to face her friend. Grace explained "It's still early so no need to get up yet but wanted to invite you to play or see if you wanted anything" Grace knew Emma was kinda shy, even around friends, and wouldn't necessarily join in unless invited. Grace was also enjoying the lack of clothing a tad more than she'd admit and knew Emma would need to be told it's ok to wear whatever she wanted, hopeful that would also be nothing. Smiling at her friends thoughtfulness Emma replied "I would but umm..." she shied away. Grace wouldn't care about the wet bed but it was still embarrassing to admit. Grace cut in guessing that it was the lack of clothing "you can wear whatever you want, we're only playing donkey, just felt like being naked" hopeful her casual tone put her friend at ease. "Oh not that, I quite like that" blushing and her eyes nearly popping out of her head realising what she almost admitted. Quickly moving on "I've wet the bed" feeling very embarrassed added "and I'm all articulate" Grace giggled at her friends embarrassment, Emma looked adorable when she was shy "well best thing is to get you cleaned up" leaning in "as for the other thing, I think we're all in that state this morning" Emma admitted with a big smile nodding to herself. "Ok I'll be over in a min" Emma said sitting up pushing her wavey brown hair behind her ears. Grace smiled and walked back to the game, which was being laid out for 4, swaying her hips as she returned in a little display. Emma caught glimpses of Graces milky white bum cheeks jiggle as she walked. As she got out of her sleeping bag she noticed Loz also now getting up. Emma sat round and noted that her knickers had turned slightly see-through with a yellowy tint and clung to her tightly giving her a wedgie and a camel to. She didn't bother to correct either and set about looking for the wet wipes. Meanwhile Loz had joined the others, also wearing nothing, was talking about starting breakfast or at least making drinks. The ordering process was interrupted by Emma as she asked the room if anyone had seen the wet wipes. The 4 girls looked towards Emma who was standing with her hands on her hips, her wet yellowish translucent knickers in full view along with her very firm boobs topped by her obviously hard nipples. Her wavey brown hair contrasting her white freckly skin. Emma was at make or break point, her arousal at her naked friends and wet knickers driving her crazy but her embarrassment wanting her to cry. Her friends reaction would determine the outcome of the battle. There was a corus of sympathy, as the girls bussled around looking for the wet wipe bag. Zara found it, holding it up to the room in victory, throwing it to Emma. Grace asked "do you want a hand cleaning up?" Which attracted the attention of the group. Mily joked "I'd've wet the bed for that attention", followed up by Zara "save it for the showers ladies" resulting in fits of giggles from everyone. Grace tried to explain herself but everyone was laughing too hard. Through the laughter Zara was holding herself saying "stop, I might wee, please" but this only caused more laughing. As the laughing started to tail off Zara moved her hands revealing a little puddle on the groundsheet and her dark skin between her legs glistened from the apparent accident. Mily clicked her fingers at Grace "another cleanup in isle 5" causing the girls to burst out laughing again. Zara stood up holding herself ran towards the door where it's grassy. Suddenly a stream of wee from released as she removed her hands and stood upright. Laughing at the spectacle, Emma was transfixed on Zara's stream as it cascaded from her friends hairless, black vagina, and she was evidently enjoying it. To be continued...
  3. Yesterday was so humiliating. It began with my habit of leaving everything to the last minute. I didn’t get to finish my morning pee because my sister Riley busted in. Startled, I immediately clenched off the stream. “Dude, come on already!” she said, having already woken me up three times. “Everyone’s been ready to go, and you’re just now getting up? Sandra and Jordan are literally waiting in the car.” “Alright, alright!” I said, covering myself. “I just have to brush my teeth!” “Everything’s packed. Your toothbrush is already in the car. We’re getting breakfast on the way.” “Ugh!” I pulled my pants up and rushed out behind her. “Uh… Thanks for packing my stuff, though.” “Yeah, whatever.” A gentle ache to urinate still resided in my lower belly. I sat in the back with Riley. Sandra was driving. Jordan turned around in her seat. “Sandra wanted to leave without you,” she said. “Sandra can suck my nuts,” I said, seeing her throw her hand up in annoyance. After about 45 minutes, I was feeling my bladder gradually filling to the point of discomfort. “I want some breakfast,” I announced. “Chicken Trip for breakfast?” Riley said. “Word,” Sandra said. When we got to Chicken Trip, we pulled into the drive through. “Aw, what? I thought we were going inside!” I complained. “Why would we do that?” Sandra said. “We’re trying to…” she was interrupted by the employee asking what we wanted to eat. We ordered, then pulled up and waited at the window. “I just have to use the bathroom, too,” I said. Everyone groaned. “Hey, come on, I’ll run out right now and be back in a second!” “If you do that, I’m going to leave you here,” Sandra said. Jordan and my sister seemed to think that was pretty funny. “It probably won’t even be ready by th-“ I dropped my head against the seat as she got handed the orders. “Guys, I’ll be so quick.” Sandra wasn’t paying attention anymore. “I’m not driving,” Riley said, shrugging. Eventually, we were back on the interstate. Hunger and thirst taking priority over my urge to pee, I ate a chicken sandwich with fries and drained a large soda. After another 45 minutes, I was kind of struggling. I was constantly jiggling my legs. My sitting position was changing frequently. I wedged my hand between my thighs, shame preventing me from squeezing my crotch like I wanted to. “Guys, come on, I really have to go to the restroom,” I said. “It’ll take 5 minutes tops to pull over at a gas station.” “We might be late and not be able to get in,” Sandra said. “We can’t check into the hotel first anymore, we have to straight to the theater.” I didn’t realize I’d taken that long. I guiltily sat back in my seat, my cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Over the next hour or so, I grew increasingly uncomfortable as my bodily need grew stronger and more urgent. My bladder felt very tight and full, more full than I’d usually let it get. The discomfort was coming in waves, the urgency fluctuating from medium to severe aching. Not too long after that, I was sweating, unable to stay still for even a moment. I was constantly pulling the waistband of my pants away from the growing swell of urine in my belly. Still, I was just too embarrassed to put my hands on my crotch in a car full of my friends. My sister, maybe, but not Jordan. And definitely not Sandra. I sat on my foot, trying to hide the fact that I was pressing my heel against my crotch. My pee was boiling with urgency inside me. I grabbed my pants button and pulled it up and away, simultaneously giving my bulging bladder some room and pressing the fabric against my crotch. I tried really hard to contain my pee dance, but I couldn’t keep myself from squirming and wriggling. It was starting to hurt. Almost a half hour of that had left me absolutely dying. The drive dragged on and on, every bump in the road sending my piss crashing against the paper-thin walls of my overstretched urinary organ. I felt like I was about to explode. It took every fiber of my being not to grab my pussy. Instead, I was nervously clawing at the sides of my pants, punching my leg and miserably rubbing my sweating face. I balled my hand into a tight fist and bit my knuckles, cringing and holding my breath, struggling to bear the excruciating sensation. I had never needed to pee so badly in my life. I wanted to cry. Riley lightly touched my leg. I looked at her, a little startled. In my desperation-induced delirium, I had almost forgotten I was in a car full of people. ‘Are you okay?’ she mouthed to me. I nodded my head, but it was a fucking lie. I couldn’t stand it. My tortured bladder was squeezing itself, trying to force the piss out against my will. I could feel it in the form of unbearable, pounding urgency. “How much longer?” I asked nervously. “A little under an hour,” Jordan replied. I hesitated. “I-I can’t wait that long…” “What?” Sandra said. “I really need to use the restroom,” I told her, “it’s an emergency…” “Oh my god, dude…” “It’s been hours!” I tried not to sound like I was on the verge of tears. My screaming bladder squeezed enough pee out to fill my urethra, causing my hands to shoot to my crotch for the first time during this whole ordeal. I choked back a sob. “Please…” “Who told you to take so long leaving?” Sandra said, “we might not even make it there as it is.” Riley chimed in. “Well then, you guys can’t blame her if she pees into a cup in the back of this car.” I looked at her. Sandra and Jordan echoed my confusion. “That’s disgusting,” Sandra said. “And you can’t judge her either,” she continued. “The show starts a little after we’re supposed to get there. We’re making OK time, and it would’ve been fine if she went at Chicken Trip but you wouldn’t let her for some reason.” That shut them up. She turned to me. “Do you want me to hold a blanket up so you can go?” My entire body was trembling. I felt like I was going to explode. I was so scared of pissing my pants. My face red as a tomato, I nodded. As she got the blanket out, I unbuttoned my pants, sighing as my waistband loosened around my huge, bulging organ. I felt like I was going to throw up from how anxious peeing in this cup in front of them made me. I was so embarrassed. A combination of shame and discomfort made the tears start flowing as I pulled my pants and underwear down. “Oh, Kenzie…” Riley said, rubbing my back. “I don’t know how to do it, I’ve never…” “Take ‘em all the way off,” she instructed. I did, tightly squeezing my vagina with one hand. I winced as I moved off the seat, squatting over my empty Chicken Trip soda cup. I was so nervous. I squatted there for a minute, unable to urinate. “You okay?” my sister asked me. “I’m trying to relax,” I said, burying my face in my arm. “Are you actually doing it?” Jordan asked incredulously. I knew she got a look from Riley from the silence that ensued. My bladder was so extremely full that it was a taut, distended shape, pressing against my other organs and sticking out of my like a melon. Still, my body retained it’s vast contents, liquid waste continuing to accrue inside of me. I bit the fabric of my sweatshirt in agony, tears streaming down my face. “Just take a deep breath,” Riley said. My deep breaths shuddered like I was freezing. Even inhaling that much put pressure on my bladder. By the grace of god, I started dribbling. It was a slow, pathetic stream, pattering embarrassingly against the paper cup. That’s how it came out for a while before it grew to a slow trickle. I think it was a combination of embarrassment and real damage from holding it too much that prevented me from exploding into it like I thought I would, but the strongest it got was a gentle leak. I actually filled that entire large cup and I still had to pee. As soon as I stopped having to force the pee out, the cup was nearly filled to the brim with hot liquid waste and I had to clench the stream, my urethra stinging from the cruel denial of complete relief. My bladder was still full and aching. ‘Do you have a tissue?’ I mouthed to Riley. She shook her head, making a nervous face that made us both giggle. I sat my bare butt back on the seat, my wet pussy putting a spot on it. I started to roll down the window. “Please do not pour your piss cup out the window, that shit is gonna fly back into my car,” Sandra said. “But I still have to go!” “We’re on the interstate!” I sighed and put the plastic lid back on my warm cup of urine and put it in the cupholder. At least it’s not excruciating anymore, I thought as I pulled my pants back up.
  4. This is my first story here about some longstanding fictional characters from my brain. Enjoy 🙂 Emma ran along the beach, the wet sand slapping beneath her feet. She knew that she would catch up with Tim, as he'd never really been much of a runner, but he'd had a good head start. She could see he was heading out to the sandbar and was wading through the last stretch of water before the dry sand. Tim had quietly slipped away from the group, never being one for crowds and wanted to get to the sandbar before the tide cut it off and there wasn't anyone out there. Upon arrival he knelt down to process his thoughts from the morning, it didn't take much to overload his mind and all the people had done just that. Emma soon caught up with him but slowed to a walk knowing what he was thinking. Her eyes played tricks with his beige baggy t-shirt blending with the sand making her think he was only in pair of red swim briefs for a few moments. Without announcing her presence she sat down cross-legged in front of him, brushing her ginger hair out of her face. Without a word or looking up, Tim pushed her shoulder causing her legs to raise, using the momentum Emma rolled backwards over her head landing with a thud on her knees. Smiling at each other, Emma crawled forward and nudged Tim onto his back with her head and resting it on his tummy began to soak up the sunshine as they sank into their own little world. Emma soon could hear some gurgling from inside of Tim, rolling to look at him asked "You ok, you're kinda gurgling inside?" Blushing slightly he replied "I kinda need a wee" Emma puzzled asked "Didn't you go at the car park when we arrived?" remembering seeing him go into the toilets and unsure why he didn't say anything. Tim shook his head "only the urinals were free..." indicating down "... I don't have the right equipment for them anymore" Emma was mortified with herself, she'd completely forgotten about his 'accident', as it's become referred to, and began to wonder how he did pee without a willy, even what he looked like down there. Also why hadn't he said he needed a wee, it wasn't like they were adverse to the topic, or any topic. Her silence was making Tim very nervous and scared he'd crossed a line. Twirling his fingers nervously he enquired "Emma? Have I crossed a line?". Snapping out of her thoughts, smiled said "Course not, just wondering why you didn't say sooner." She sat up allowing him to do the same, pausing to look around and take in the view. Tim stood up, pulling Emma to her feet, her white one-piece swimsuit now speckled with patches of wet sand. "So, where shall we dig?" Emma enquired, referring to their usual beach activity. Tim replied "I need to wee" indicating towards the toilets. Slightly awkwardly she replied "Oh, I umm..." indicating to where they were sat "... thought you were going to go here. You don't want to go all the way back?" Tim looked slightly surprised "Not particularly but can't squat down out here. And still not supposed to be in water". Emma smiled at the thought of her friend squatting to pee "so, just go in your swimsuit, part of the fun is not stopping for a wee wee" Tim smiles at her use of childish terms, doubtful he'd make it back anyway. They've walked to the top of the sandbar, Emma kneels down and starts shifting sand. She paused when she realises Tim is standing, she sees a small wet patch appear at his feet. Her curiosity getting the better of her, her eyes wonder up seeing a wet spot on Tim's red swim briefs, glistening as fresh wee escapes his body. Her mouth turns dry and feels a slight rush at what she is witnessing. There's a slight smell of wee in the air, as Emma sees the glistening stop and the stream flowing down Tim's leg fade. Standing up she looks over to Tim, smiling sweetly, who smiles back blushing slightly. "All better?" She asks innocently. "Much" comes a reply as he sits on the opposite side of the dig site. To be continued...
  5. My second attempt at a story, hope you enjoy it. It's longer than intended so bare with it. Grace turned around when she realised Emma was no longer swimming besides her. She could see her head bobbing in the water a little ways back. Slowly treading water towards her friend she called "Em, you alright?" Emma nodded and replied "yeah, just wanted to see how far out we are and catch my breath" Emma could also feel the sea around her turn slightly warmer as she let out a long pee into the water through her bikini bottoms. The pair had been at the beach all day and decided to swim far out just see how far they could get. As Grace approached, Emma had finished her pee and took a few stokes towards her. Grace said "oh I wondered if you wanted to start heading back" looking around seeing they appeared closer to the sailing boats than the beach. Smiling Emma said "No no I'm good for abit further" giving her bladder and couple of taps under the water. Seeing Emma's smile Grace quipped with a twinkle in her eye "Just a little wee stop then?" knowing exactly what Emma just did. Emma replied "exactly" poking her tongue out "do need to catch my breath though". Taking the opportunity Grace had pulled the crotch of her swimsuit to the side and was peeing full force into the water around them. Braking Grace's focus, Emma queried "do you pull your swimsuit to the side?" noting one of her friends hands was out of sight. Slightly embarrassed Grace replied "yeah, always do, can't exactly get this off". Feeling her stream slow and stop, replacing her swimsuit "Don't you?" she asked genuinely curious. Shaking her head, Emma replied "nah, I just go through mine. Hands free" giggling at her own joke. Grace's attention had gone back to the beach "we're really far out" she noted, turning her head towards the sailing boats, still quite a ways off. "you up for carrying on?" turning back towards Emma, slightly puzzled as she appeared abit fidgety. Emma also noting their solitude suddenly felt really mischievous "yeah, though not too far, don't want to be swept away and we have to swim back" As she replied she had slipped her bottoms from her bum. She'd always wanted to try skinny dipping, but was too scared, now is a safe chance and Grace wouldn't know or care if she was found out. Winching slightly as she pulled the front down, catching some of her pubic hair in the fabric. Emma noting her odd behaviour and Grace's puzzled look "sorry, the girls needed adjusting" as she slid her bottoms down her legs, very careful not to loose them unhooked them from her foot. Grace took a long blink in amusement and smiled "when they're ready". Emma looped her bottoms around her bikini top through her cleavage, satisfied and mischievous at her state of undress "they're good. Onward" jesting out to sea. Clearly feeling abit more conversational they stuck close to each other and chatted as they slowly swam further out. Emma slowed and shivered at a slight jumble in her bum. Confused, Grace slowed too "s'up Em?". Emma let out a small fart and felt a bubble work its way between her bare bum cheeks "Should we head back?" now feeling a definite pressure inside. Grace resisted "we could go further surely? Or did you just want to play with the girls abit?" teasing her friend. Emma laughed a little, concluding in her mind she'd like to stay out longer she brushed off her own question "just wondering how long it'll take us to get back for food" another bubble work its way out and the mention of food seemed to increase the pressure but Emma pushed it to the back of her mind. The mention of food also resonated with Grace, who had felt a pressure when they last peed but had resisted, wanting to carry on swimming. Emma had started to swim off but hadn't got far when she stopped, feeling a sudden need to pee again. Grace swam over slightly concerned "Em, what is it?" In denial Emma carries on "it's nothing let's go" injecting some enthusiasm. After a short while of proper swimming the girls stop again. "Ace, can't ignore it now, could we go back, I need the loo" Emma confesses, cupping her bum under the water. Grace laughs with relief "Is that it, thought it was more serious. Just go in the water again" not quite grasping the full situation. Emma looks stunned, with a loud shout whisper "I can't.. do.. a poo.. out... here" Realising she actually probably could, in head asking, who would know, Ace wouldn't care. Grace now realises Emma's resistance, almost reading her friends thoughts "I need to go too, but not here". A now curious Emma, having let go of her bum, reasoned "hold up Ace, we could, no-one would know. We've already peed and it'd be a shame to go back" a stream of bubbles erupted out of her. Grace seeing the stream of bubbles laughs, causing a large bubble to escape. Slowly making its way between her cheeks, feeling it move up her back and out the top of her swimsuit. Grace looks around smiling mischievously "ok, can't pull my swimsuit to the side though" tucking up her legs into a squat position. Emma laughs "I'm taking my bottoms off" slipping her bottoms from her cleavage and brandishing them above the water. Grace wasn't paying attention, her arms were working hard to keep her afloat, while she pushed. Feeling her bum open up and her swimsuit getting tight from what she was pushing into it. The relief was hard to fathom and she could feel her bum bulging as she continued pushing. A jet of warmth shot out of her, slowed greatly by her swimsuit. Her hands slowed as her legs straightened and gently kicked again. She laughed at the naughtiness of what she just did. Feeling oddly pleased with herself, there was a small rush as she realised her nipples were hard and she could feel that she had a camel toe, if anyone could see. Emma, realising Grace wasn't paying attention, replaced her bottoms between her boobs. Carrying on gently kicking with her legs further apart, her hands pulled her bum cheeks apart slightly and she pushed. It didn't take much before she felt something slip out. Looking around, she sighed that it hadn't seem to float. She grunted and pushed again but only released a stream of bubbles. Taking a deep breath she pushed again and felt a larger log slowly move out of her. Relishing the feeling of release as it left her and sank, her hands released her bum and she resumed treading water, taking a moment to process what she'd done. She could hear her friend laughing. Grace, now tried to open up the leg band of her swimsuit and get her poo out, it was not working though. She swims over to Emma "hay Em, think I'm gonna have to take my swimsuit off" "Em? You still going?". Emma suddenly realises Grace is in directly in front of her talking "hay, you done?" Straightening up she cups her vagina with one hand "I still need a wee". Grace giggles and starts to extract herself from her swimsuit. It goes surprisingly well in the water, having it around her waist in no time. As she rolled the final part of her swimsuit off the feeling of her poo peeling off her bum tickled causing her to shudder. She turned her swimsuit inside out and gave it a good shake under the water. With one hand parted her bum cheeks and wiggled them to free off any clinging poo. Emma meanwhile was peeing full force into her hand slowly moving her fingers in the stream. As her flow died down she saw Grace cleaning herself up and holding her swimsuit. Reaching behind her, finding the string of her bikini top pulled and her top fall gently away. Catching each others eye they both take a deep breath and start laughing. Grace exclaims "wow that was fun" giggling away. Emma replies "are you a little excited?" giggling with her friend. Grace nods "yeah, do you feel weirdly clean?" Emma nods giggling away. She blushes "bath times are gonna get more fun" confiding in her friend. Surprised Grace stares at her friend exclaiming "oh no you don't, we share that bath!". Laughing Emma defends "never at the same time" the girls stop looking at each other. Emma ponders "that actually kinda sounds fun" carrying on the thought Grace continues "yeah, we could get some Playmobil or Lego boats and play together". "Sounds great" confirms Emma. Grace finishes the thought "think we should head back now. Get dressed closer to the beach". Emma asks "can we get boats on the way home?" Both girls start swimming to shore, wanting to get home for a bath.
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    Sage sat on her friend’s bed and sipped on her fourth spiked seltzer of the night. Her belly was really full, but celebrating her first visit to her friend’s dorm demanded a more inebriated state. Daisy was leaning on her legs for the first time since summer and it felt like home again. Suddenly, she got up. “Where you goin’?” Sage asked. “Gonna change,” she replied, pulling her shirt off to reveal a baby blue bra. That was unclipped, too, and she comfortably exposed her breasts while she rummaged for a shirt. “Can you grab me something too?” “Sure thing,” she threw Sage an oversized t-shirt. “You want pants too?” “Nah,” she skinned her jeans off, then her sweatshirt. She didn’t have a bra on in the first place. The two were soon matching with big shirts and undies. “I’m so glad you didn’t shave your legs,” Daisy said, yanking Sage’s leg hair. “Ow!” she winced, pulling her leg away. “I missed doing that,” she giggled. “I didn’t! Don’t do that again, that really hurt!” she scratched the spot. Her bladder started to ache as the drink passed through her. As per usual, she waited quite a while to do anything about it. Thirty minutes later, when she was having trouble staying still, she spoke up. “Do you want to come to the bathroom with me?” “Nowwww?” Daisy groaned dramatically. “Well, it doesn’t have to be right now.” Sage shifted her sitting position. “Do you have to go?” “No.” “Let me know when you do.” “Okayyy.” Time passed. Drinks were drank. Sage found herself squirming, her urge to urinate growing by the second. She bit her lip and set her drink down, scooting nervously. She looked up at her friend sitting at the end of the bed. “Do you have to pee?” “Not yet,” Daisy replied. She placed her hand nonchalantly over her crotch. “I gotta go,” she hinted. Daisy was paying attention to the TV. Sage moved her foot under her butt and wriggled into it a little, now at the point of having to restrain herself from breaking out into a potty dance. “How many drinks have you had?” “Four.” “What! I thought we were on the same one! You gotta catch up to me!” Daisy turned to her and sighed, smirking a bit. She hurriedly drained the rest of her drink and held her hand out for another one. Then she drained that one, too. “Now it’s you that’s gotta catch up to me,” she said, reaching for another. Sage glanced dreadfully at her drink and rubbed her thighs together, hiding just how achingly full her tight bladder was. “Fuck it,” she sighed, and down it went. She crinkled the can in her hand and tossed it, her urinary organ pulsing with pressure. “Are you gonna get another?” “In a minute,” she replied, a bit strained. “Come on, man, it’s a party!” She grabbed another one and handed it to her. “Some party,” she said, then grimaced and scooted her butt back. An intense wave of urgency was going through her. It was hard not to squeeze her crotch and wriggle around when she felt so close to leaking like this, but impressively, she maintained control, only really squirming into her heel to keep back the flood. She was starting to sweat. “I gotta pee,” she complained, resting her hand in front of her privates. “Are you gonna drink that, or just hold it as an accessory?” “The peer pressure is strong tonight!” she laughed, cracking it open. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that!” Daisy reasoned hurriedly. “I’m just teasing you, I don’t actually care about keeping up or not.” “Why? Can you not keep up or something?” Sage started chugging the seltzer. She tightened her thigh and butt muscles and fidgeted, the intake of liquid taunting her bladder. She intended to finish it, but only got a little over halfway before the discomfort of her overfilled belly got too much. She belched and wriggled, about to pee right there. “Damn. Nicely done.” Daisy complimented. “Thanks!” she replied tightly, fighting her hands from grabbing her pussy. “I really have to use the restroom, though.” “Haven’t we already seen this episode?” Daisy picked up the remote and went to the episode list. Sage discreetly pressed her fingertips against her crotch, swaying around and bouncing her legs. Needing a distraction, she leaned back against the headboard and went on her phone. The sensation of her bulging bladder sat tightly under her bloated belly. She fiddled with her waistband and bounced her knees off of each other. She was so full of urine she could hardly stand it, but she was doing a fairly good job of remaining collected. Daisy leaned over, reaching between Sage’s legs. Before she had a chance to react, she yanked on a pube that was evidently poking out. Sage yelped in surprise, her hands shooting to her privates. She spurted hard, enough to leave a spot, no doubt. Daisy cackled so hard she fell onto her side. Sage had no choice but to grab and hold herself, writhing urgently and uneasily. “Why’d you do that?!” she winced, struggling not to pee any more. After that, her situation was dire. The danger of leaking lingered furiously at full strength, causing Sage to sit there squirming madly, a desperate, trembling mess. “I’m gonna pee!” Daisy laughed hysterically. Sage whined, scooting her soggy groin into her heel and bouncing. “Let’s go to the bathroom!” she suggested desperately. After a minute of laughing, Daisy sighed and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I needed that.” “So…” she struggled to stifle her pee dance, but it felt like a moment of stillness would lead her to leak. “Where’s the toilet?” “Huh? Oh, it’s down the hall.” “The hall?” she scooted to the side of the bed, starting to writhe rather frantically. “I have to go now, Daisy…” Daisy blew a raspberry, disappointed in having to get up. “Alright, hold on. We gotta put pants on.” With one hand squeezing and grabbing at her crotch, Sage got to rifling through the laundry on the floor. Once she found her jeans, she hurriedly pulled them on, jerking her hips around to keep from leaking. She didn’t button them. “Come onnnn…!” she moaned, urgency pulsating furiously inside of her. The sheer amount of liquid that was being retained felt enough to make her pop. She lurched forward and buried her hands in her lap as her urethra nearly gave out, letting a couple of drops seep out into her already moist undies. “Fuckkk…” “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go,” Daisy led the way at a snail’s pace. “Ohmygod, ohmygod…” Sage wriggled madly. “You okay?” her friend laughed. “No, I’m about to pee myself! Hurry up!” she hopped around and squeezed herself tightly. “Button your pants, silly.” Sage’s belly was bulging with liquid. She hesitated, then clasped her pants shut. The waistband squeezed her midsection mercilessly, causing her discomfort to skyrocket. The thinly stretched walls of her overfilled bladder were stretched even further. The intensity of her urge to urinate was extreme and unyielding, borderline unbearable. “Mmmph!” she groaned, zipping the zipper and squirming like a lunatic. A gentle trickle began to leak out as Daisy quietly opened the door. “Uhhh-“ she whined through clenched teeth, tears forming in her eyes and her movements becoming even more erratic. “Shh!” Daisy told her. “We gotta walk past my roommates.” “Daisyyy…” she strained her peehole, trying desperately to stem the stream. It fluctuated in strength, starting to spread to her butt and leak down her leg. She squeaked with an inhale, completely shocked at her inability to stop. “Let’s go! What are you doing?” “I think I’m-“ she started breathlessly, getting choked up by the humiliation. “I think I’m peeing my pants…!” “Again?!” Daisy cupped her hands over her mouth in shock as a dark streak became visible down Sage’s pant leg. Yellow urine spilled out at the cuffs and started forming a puddle at her feet. Her whole bottom section was engulfed in the warmth of her liquid waste. Despite this, she continued to struggle to retain the rest, determined to minimize the damage and the embarrassment. It hurt so badly to do it, but shortly after her pants were completely soaked, she was able to clench her muscles enough to stop the flow. She still needed to pee really, really badly. Tears dripped off of her chin. Pee was everywhere. “Oh my god, okay, let me go get something to clean up.” Sage undid her pants and let them drop to her feet, giving her full, tortured organ room to expand. She started pacing nervously, urinary urgency keeping her antsy. Her pee dance was a kind of march, where she pressed her wet thighs together with every other step. A pang of urgency made her do a little hop, holding herself tightly and wincing. Her muscles were exhausted. Daisy came back with some cleaning agents and a couple of towels, one for the floor and one for her friend. “I got this. Go take a shower, you nasty bitch.” “No, I can get it!” her entire face was red as a tomato. She got on her knees and wiped up the puddle, sprayed the area, wriggled into her foot, bounced desperately, scooted back and forth… “Do you still have to pee!?” Daisy asked incredulously as soon as she noticed. “Dude, go to the bathroom already before you pee on the floor again!” “Will you come with me?” “Yes! Let’s go!” Daisy grabbed a dirty pair of shorts from her laundry and tossed them to Sage. “I’ll grab you something else for after the shower, but these’ll work in the meantime.” “Thanks,” she pulled them on. She hopped from foot to foot while Daisy opened the door and led her out. “Shh! Dude!” “Sorry, I’m sorry!” she held her crotch and danced on the spot. “It’s bad,” she whispered. The moment the two entered the bathroom, Sage made a beeline for the toilet and exploded the moment her butt made contact. “Ahh-“ she sighed, resting her hand over her deflating bladder. The sound of hissing and splattering filled the room. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. The relief was euphoric.
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  11. Chapter 1: Manas and Valora Two friends living rough, make do as they wait for new housemates. *** Slouching on the couch, exhausted after a long day of work Valora sighs “Can you cook tonight? Manas standing in the doorway, ready to head back to his room, sighs in response “Sure, but you never like my meals” Valora groans briefly before responding “I know, I know! But I just can’t ok, I’m flat out at work, the least you could do is cook for us once in a while!” Manas opens his mouth to respond, but pauses to reconsider his words “You know… … I will cook as I know your doing a lot. But don’t forget I do all the cleaning… and I’m looking for other house mates.” Valora only sighs in response, her anger wanting to show itself. But she knows Manas understands, they are both struggling in their current predicament. Valora turns on the tele, just to relax for a while. Feeling stressed out Manas walks to the bathroom and decides to relieve himself. He would usually stand to pee, but he sits down to try and relax, closing his eyes and somewhat meditating as he empties his bladder. When washing his hands, he splashes his face to regain focus. Manas then heads to the kitchen and ponders what he’ll make. It can be a challenging decision for Manas as he lacks culinary talent. Although he can cook food he doesn’t mind, Valora’s requirements are rather high, and her temper short. Manas considers Cheese toasties and ramen. But those wont satiate Valora, and he’d rather not receive her wrath. Then he remembers they have mince. He could cook up some nachos, the one meal he can actually cook somewhat competently. So, he begins to prepare that in the kitchen. After a short while of mindless tv Valora gets up and heads to the kitchen, sniffing and smiling “Ahh nachos, your one good meal”. Manas squints back feigning offence but understanding its pretty accurate. “But we don’t have Doritos” Valora continues. Manas freezes for a moment “Well… shit!” Valora groans in response. Manas thinks for a moment “I… I’ll just chop up some salad, yeah, salad and mince. That’s fine right?” Valora nods in agreement before leaving down the hallway. She heads to the bathroom as she still hasn’t peed since work. When away from home she would usually pee from above the seat, but at home and due to her exhaustion, she sits down and just relaxes this time. As she empties her bladder, she lets out a long relaxed sigh. She then dries herself and washes her hands before returning to Manas. Manas begins plating up their salad and mince. Placing the mince in iceberg lettuce leaves, as a substitute for tacos or nachos. When he spots Valora he hands her plate over and they both head to the table. Manas returns to the fridge to get drinks whilst Valora sits down and begins to eat. Manas soon returns, filling their glasses before sitting down to eat also. “Hmmm, this actually isn’t half bad” grins Valora. Manas smiles back pleased. After a short pause Valora then confronts Manas with an odd tone “Manas… I have been quite frustrated lately. “Yeah, I know, I’m looking for house mates…” “No not like that, well that also, but sexually” she glances away slightly red Manas looks back at her surprised at first but then chuckles back “Oh is it that time again” “Oh, fuck you!” snaps Valora Manas looks confused, then catches up “Oh shit sorry, not like that” he laughs awkwardly “I just meant time for some more mutual…” he drifts off, still awkward about the topic as they have only done it twice before. “Yes, I want that again. I need to relieve stress from work” “I understand, same as last time?” “Well, I was… never mind, yes just like last time” “No no, what were you going to say?” “I want something more, a kink of mine…” Valora goes quiet, uncharacteristically nervous. Manas’s eyes light up “Oh? I’m listening” Valora continues, though weary “I would like… to um… I would like to pee on you” Manas goes silent, his face pale, his cock hard. He clears his throat “You would like to pee on me?” “Yes!” she responds almost aggressively. “You know, I am actually aroused by pee too, you have no idea how excited I am to hear that we share that interest.” Valora looks at him smiling and taking a calming breath “You do? I think I know now.” “However ‘Lora, I am not particularly fond of the idea of you peeing on me.” “What, you just said you liked pee too?” Valora responds, her temper growing once more. “I do, but I’d rather watch you wet yourself then to pee on me. You see, I am fond of desperation and wetting” Valora pauses for a moment “I will not wet myself!” “Ok, well could you at least hold till desperate?” he queries. “As long as I can pee on you” Manas nods “Just uh, not the face ok” Valora rolls her eyes a little before smiling back. Manas smiles back also “So you will hold until desperate, then you will shower me in your piss?” “Yes, sounds good” “In the bath I suppose? And I guess you better drink up…” She nods back before filling her glass with more water “Hey, can you grab me a can of cola from the fridge then. Manas goes to the fridge but returns with three cans. He places two cans in front of her “Have two, fill that bladder up” he chimes excitedly “And well, I was thirsty too” as he opens his can. Valora obliges and begins to down her glass of water and cans of soda. She and Manas sit and watch tv as she fills her bladder. The pair chat about their desires as they are both excited, discovering they both enjoy pee, but from less than compatible angles. Valora begins to squirm lightly. “Ok, time to pee” she says standing up. “Wait, can’t you hold a bit longer?” Manas queries. “No, I am going now, come on” she demands. Manas follows Valora to the bathroom. “I’m excited for this, just remember, not the face. Chest and genitals are fine” Valora chuckles “Genitals… just say cock you prude” Manas rolls his eyes as the pair enter “Whatever” He begins to strip. Valora watches then follows. The two watch each other as they strip naked in front of one another. Manas steps into the tub and lays down as best he can. In an awkward position as he waits patiently for Valora. His mostly erect cock laying to the side on his abdomen. Valora steps in, her feet either side of him. Still holding herself, covering her vulva from view. But Manas’s dick grew despite this, her stunning form in self holding desperation drives him wild. His cock already begins to twitch in anticipation. Valora looks down at Manas, he was pretty attractive to her, and she was about to shower him, she was about to pee on one of her best friends, how exciting she thought as she moved her hand away from her labia revealing herself to him. “I’m ready when you are… you don’t mind if I touch myself?” She wished to control his orgasms, but new it wouldn’t go over well “Yea, sure, go ahead” as she spread her legs a little more getting ready to release her desperate bladder all over him. Manas slid his hand down to his cock and held it. Not jerking yet, waiting for her stream. He already wanted to cum so bad. He just looked up at her and smiled in anticipation. Valora smiled mischievously as she began to relax. First a few drops. Manas’s cock twitched as the drops hit his thighs. Then a squirt hit his sack, Manas moaned. Then Valora moaned as her flood gates opened and she began streaming her hot piss over his body. Manas began to stroke himself as he watched Valoras pussy gush piss over him. His chest getting a splash, he turned away to protect his face. Valora noticed and groaned lightly, she corrects her aim at his junk. Manas turns back smiling thankfully as her stream strikes his tip. He moans out as he begins to cum. Valora’s body covers in goose bumps at the sight of him cumming to her shower. She continues to pee for a little longer, halting to a few drips a little after he finishes cumming on himself. “That was amazing! Thanks for that ‘lora” Valora smirks back at Manas before stepping out of the bathtub. She walks over to a purple towel hanging off the doorknob, pulls the hanging corner towards herself and wipes herself dry. Manas’s eyes go wide as he watches her dry her pussy and thighs on his towel. She looks back cheekily. Without any further interaction Valora dons her clothes and leaves the room. Manas still laying in the tub, wet and sticky. Smiling giddily. After a moment of internal thought, manas steadies to his feet and waddles to the shower, holding his hands at his abdomen, attempting to prevent the dripping of substances onto the floor. Once in Manas relieves his bladder with a long sensual sigh. Then continues to shower like normal. Valora once in her room lays on her bead, lowers her red dolphin shorts and lowers her hand to her lips. She thinks about the events just past and begins to pleasure herself. Once she hears the shower running, she stops holding back and lets herself moan out. Sending her fingers in and not just running around the outside. She manages to orgasm before the shower stops. She cleans up and heads out to the living room. She sits down on the sofa and turns the tv back on. Not even a minute later she hears the bathroom door open, she continues to watch tv, not acknowledging it. After his shower he throws his old clothes into the laundry tub, dries himself with his towel, thinks about how it was used to dry her and smiles. He realises he didn’t bring in a change of clothes. But shrugs as he throws the towel in the tub and just struts out in the nude. Manas looks down the hallway towards the living room, over the horizon of the couch he can see the back of her head. He makes a funny stance and swings his cock around a little. Then blushes and turns away at his silly act before continuing to his room to get dressed. Once dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts he strolls down the hallway to Valora and sits beside her. They glance casual smiles at each other before turning back to watch their show. Once the show they watch together is over Manas heads back to his room, leaving Valora to watch the next show on her own. When Manas returns to his computer he finds an exciting message, with a grin across his face he jogs down the hallway and carelessly interrupts Valoras viewing of her show “Hey! ‘Lora, we have potential housemates” “Oh! Who?” “Their names are Yasu and Reiki” “Two guys huh?” “Yeah, well it’s expected to be 2 of either more than 1 of both” he shrugs “Yeah, you didn’t choose guys over girls, did you?” “No, we need house mates so bad I don’t have the room for such bias, and anyway, I wouldn’t have a problem with living with three girls” he laughs Valora peers back unimpressed. “So uhh, if your cool with it, they’re ready to visit this weekend” “Yeah, let’s get some other peeps here, even if it’s all guys, who knows, maybe I’ll have a reverse harem” she laughs “You wish” “So, what were their names again?” asks Valora Manas looks down at his phone, “Yasu and Reiki.” *** (Not the best start, i considered reworking this, might still. But i'd never submit it if i try to perfect it)
  12. Freya's Pee adventures 1.3 Welcome to the third Part of Freya's Pee adventures. Just for everyone new Here, the Girl in this Series is Freya: 18 Years Old 5'6 120 lbs Blond Hair Blue Eyes Tanned Skin Athletic Build Long Legs German Decent A Sprinter at her Local School From a Small Town in Iowa Freya Car Desperation and too busy shopping Saturday 7:30 a.m., early May. Today was Theresia's 20th birthday. Theresia planned to drive almost 4 hours with 2 of her friends and her younger sister Freya to then go shopping in the Mall of America. Freya was running late because she had a hard time choosing an outfit for today. It was her sister's birthday, after all. Freya had been up since 6:00 a.m. to get ready. Like Harley Quinn, she tied her blonde hair into two pigtails and wore matching make-up. But she wasn't sure about what to wear. Eventually she put on her black-silver fishnet pantyhose and a short black skirt over them. She threw on a crop top from her favorite band "Slipknot" and ran to her sister's car, which was already waiting. The sisters then picked up Theresia's friends Madision and Marie and drove the four hours towards the Mall of America. The drive was exhausting but the girls had a lot of fun on the road. Unfortunately, Freya forgot to go to the toilet before they left. Her bladder was filling at a rapid pace, but she didn't want to spoil the good mood with her emergency. Freya tried to suppress it and began to squirm in desperation. She didn't want to stop her sister again, so she suppressed her pressure. It was now 9:15 am and Freya was on the verge of peeing herself. She sat on her left heel and occasionally held her crotch for a moment without anyone noticing. Suddenly a gas station appeared in the distance and Madison begged Theresia to stop there so she could go to the toilet, Freya was also overjoyed but silently. The car stopped and Madison ran to the restrooms. Freya meanwhile stood in front of the locked door, and pee-danced from one foot to the other. Freya could hardly contain it, she slowly started to leak. But at the last moment Madison got out and she was able to get in. After almost 30 seconds, Freya was done and went back to the car. Freya felt so relaxed and free again. After her sister and Marie also went to the toilet, they continued the journey. while the two were in the bathroom, Madison and Freya went to buy some snacks and drinks. The four girls get back in the car and continue their journey. At 11:50 a.m., the four arrived at the Mall of America. The Mall of America is huge, it is the largest mall in the entire United States. So they had to come up with a plan that would benefit each of them. All four of them had different ideas of what they needed, but one thing they were all sure of was that they wanted new sportswear and swimwear. The first store the friends visited was the Nike store to find new sportswear. They stayed there for a long time and each of them bought several clothes. The girls got hungry and wanted to go to a restaurant to eat. After a brief discussion among themselves, they decided to go to the Chipotle . Luckily, Marie, who has been to the mall several times, knew the quickest way to get there. When they got there, they ate relaxed and discussed where to go next, Freya suggested just going in one direction and then see what comes up. This was actually just an attempt to break through the non-stop plan that Theresia and Marie had come up with. The reason for this was actually quite simple, Freya had to go to the toilet again. Freya usually had a pretty big bladder, but today she overfilled it with the amount she drank. She shifted on the edge of the chair and crossed her long legs tightly together. After each of them finished their drink, they moved on. The girls strolled from one store to the next. It wasn't easy for Freya to keep up with the others as she had to stop from time to time to either cross her legs or to hold her crotch. The others suspected nothing but it was only a matter of time before they became suspicious. She kept looking around frantically to find a toilet, but to her disappointment she couldn't find any. Eventually they find themselves in a JD Sports to shop for shoes. Freya was relieved there was a chance to sit down again without anyone getting suspicious. She quickly sat down on one of the stools and double-crossed her legs, also sliding her right hand between her thighs. When her sister Theresia saw this, she became suspicious, but she remained silent. When Marie and Madison were distracted for a moment, Theresia leaned down to her little sister, who just sat there looking at the shoes and asked her if she had to go to the toilet. Freya didn't say anything but it was clear that there was no other answer than yes. Freya realized that she couldn't sit around the entire time, so she stood up carefully and looked at the shoes while slowly walking around inside the store. Theresia noticed that Freya deliberately turned away from everyone else. At the same time, she saw Freya holding herself for a few seconds with a very worried look on her face. It was clear to her that her sister needed to go to the bathroom pretty badly and was doing everything she could to not go, but she wasn't sure why she was doing it. Theresia didn't care why her sister didn't go to the toilet, the only thing she wanted was that her younger sister didn't pee herself in public, which would be happening pretty soon at this rate. Freya had had enough, she couldn't take it anymore. She suggested going to a few other stores as well. So the girls walked on, but to Freya's disappointment, Madison and Marie wanted to go to every store they saw. The two found a cool fashion store and literally dragged the sisters in with them. Especially Marie thought the fashion in this shop was beautiful. But Theresia and Madison were also very interested and strolled through the aisles together. At the same time, Marie asked Freya if she wanted to go with her, but of course Freya couldn't say no. After several minutes, Marie finally found some dresses she wanted to try on, and the two then headed to the dressing rooms. "Finally a chance to sit again" thought Freya, who found it more and more difficult to walk normally by the minute. Freya sat down quickly but noticed that even sitting down was no longer comfortable for her. She double-crossed her legs as normally as possible and waited for Marie to finish changing. Marie gradually presented her dresses, but unfortunately none of the dresses were good. Suddenly, Freya felt a surge of urgency and felt the need to hold on to the crotch, but she couldn't do that with Marie around. She said that she found a dress for Marie somewhere, of course this was just an excuse. Freya quickly ran to a quiet corner and did everything she could to hold back the wave of desperation: Pee Dance, Crotch Holding, Leg Crossing while Standing, and Double Leg Crossing. Eventually she regained control and remembered why she was standing here at all, she wanted to get a dress for Marie. She looked around briefly and took some dress with her and pressed it into Marie's hand. She put it on immediately. Freya sat down and double-crossed her legs again.Freya waited impatiently until Marie came out. To Freya's surprise, Marie came out of the locker room with a beaming smile. The dress Freya chose for Marie was perfect. Marie took a quick critical look at herself in the mirror and then disappeared back into her cabin. She came out again shortly afterwards and asked Freya which clothes she prefers to wear. Freya, who was a bit surprised by this question, replied that she preferred to wear light blue skinny jeans or short white skirts. then she told Freya to just sit and wait for her. "Marie should be away for a little bit now" thought Freya as she uncrossed her double-crossed legs. Freya dug her hands deep into her crotch, but quickly realized that this wasn't enough. She crossed her right leg over her left to exert additional counter-pressure on her bladder, but this only helped to a limited extent. In her bladder was a dam of pee that was about to rupture. She took a quick look around the store to make sure no one saw her in this urgent condition, she was just embarrassed. To her surprise she saw her sister who to be honest also looked like she needed to go to the toilet. She stood in front of a clothes rack with her legs tightly crossed. But this sight made Freya even more urgent, she slowly pulled her right leg back and tucked it behind her left. A few seconds later Marie came back, she had a very short white skirt in one hand and in her other a pair of very tight jeans. Freya knew where this was going, she went into the changing room in front of her and tried on both things. First she tried on the skirt, Freya was usually a fan of short skirts and pants but this skirt was too short even for her. She then tried on the pants, which surprisingly fitted perfectly right away, but she didn't like the dark blue color that much. She asked Marie if she could look for the jeans in light blue. For those 5 minutes, Freya was distracted from her extreme urgency, but now that she was alone again, she realized that she was about to pee herself. But she knew her bubble would burst at any second. She simply accepted that there was no other way out for her. She ripped off her pants and pulled down her pantyhose. Not a second later her bladder began to empty itself. It was a relieving feeling, she had never had to do it so badly for so long before. Luckily the carpet under her legs soaked up every single ounce of her pee. She quickly got dressed and left the dressing room as if nothing happened. The End
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  14. Ok, it was actually Friday night but I've been writing and rewriting this off and on since then and welllllll, there isn't a cute way to say About 2 Night Ago 🤷 and I like a good punchy headline 😉. So. I've been Moody lately. My SO and I are on the ropes. My ego is bruised from a few rejections in various aspects of my life. My bestie is far far away. I'm over analytical. And I am unsatisfied at work. But. But... Ya can't keep a good woman down. I haven't felt like myself in the past 6 years. But I can feel something magical and strong growing inside. Ready to grab the world and it's people by the balls. The optimistic and extroverted half of me is determined and that requires activities! Sometimes that means dragging me out against my will to hear music. Even on the shittiest of nights out, when drama is all around and the scene is weird, the music saves me💓. But Friday night was nothing but smooth sailing with a cherry on top and I thank the universe for that. Some back story: ************************** Sorry, I didn't paste the whole story in. Eek! Here goes: I have a horrible habit of suggesting an activity ahead of time and then when the time finally arrives, cancelling. Especially on Friday nights. After the work week my grand ideas seem really REAALLLLLY impossible. Anybody Else? 😬 I live in a fairly (socially) liberal smallish monied coastal area with a LOT of good local music and musicians. Earlier in the week I saw that one of my fave local bands was going to be performing at a restaurant/lounge I love. They aren't a regular band. They are a bunch of guys from other bands that started a New Orleans style Second Line during Summer 2020 to make some scratch and get their mojo back. And once the restos were allowed to reopen outside two summers ago, these guys would busk around, stopping to play for diners and pass the hat. It made eating out magical. Spacious tables under white twinkly lights, the salt air, that slow sweaty feeling from 2 drinks on a smotheringly hot summer night and that weird sense of camaraderie this shit show has thankfully given us all. They have a great sound. Mostly horns and very funky. A great mix of local young guys with chops and well respected studio musicians just out there, bringing joy. So. THIS band was going to be playing at a fave place to eat dinner. It's a beachy almost Baja vibe with lots of booths and a small raised stage in the front. It's kinda weird setting in the winter,can't lie. Live music every night at 10. So when I found out these guys were playing, I invited ALLLLL my friends and got very few responses. So I just called it off in my head. Until Friday morning when Peg ( yes, the Peg from my city accident from 2015? 2016?) texted me to ask what the plan was. Plan?, I texted. For tonight!, she said. I pointed out she didn't respond to the group text, so plans are off. But then she laid it on THICK. Friends going through divorces want to go HARD when they have a sitter. Like, I can't keep up with these ladies! Peg is divorcing the dick husband from that earlier post, btw🙌 . I tried to weasel my way out of it but to no avail. Fine, I said. So I called to reserve a table and confirm set times. I kinda procrastinated on getting ready. A disco nap. An espresso. Another espresso. Tons of water. Because...well... I'm me🤪 . I bothered to blow dry my hair and put on some makeup. Nothing fancy. I threw on my leopard print above the knee wrap dress I've had forever. Good cleavage, a collar pop and away I went. It was 15 degrees out and we are going to be ON THE OCEAN. But, I hate holding a coat. So, I didn't bring one. I picked Peg up around 8. We got there around 8:30. Because town was quiet (combo of cold plus post Xmas holiday bills plus covid) we got pretty decent parking, maybe 3 blocks south on the same street as the resto. We ran down the sidewalks, freezing and laughing. Burst into the dining room . At dinner we sat in a large round booth towards the back of the dance floor, just the two of us, and ordered a sushi feast with jalapeno pineapple margs. Holy fucking shit balls those margs are in my dreams. We both know a lot of people. So if they were masked ( the town is a covid hotspot) we let them sit and play catch-up. It felt almost holidayish. The place has little lights strung up year round and dim lighting and the vibe is chill and kinda beachy. I was really feeling myself and we could feel a lot of eyes on us and we rose to the occasion. Personally, when I feel like that, I'm in love with the world. I'm radiant and vibrating. I love to tease and flirt, harmlessly ( let's remember I'm not attracted to many people) and so every man, woman, and pup was treated to the best version of me. That town loves it's dogs. The band was setting up as we ate and then started warming up as our plates were cleared. By the time they started the first set the resto was pretty full. Almost SRO in the front and so I'm glad they let us keep our booth. Each booth is elevated and so by kneeling in the booth or standing by our table we were removed from the fray and mouths with a great view of the stage. We danced our asses off. We both studied ballet for 15+ years and love to boogie. Lots of older,sometimes rearranged blues and funk and rock. Great for getting the hips and ass into it. As many of you have seen, those are sizeable assets on me and keep moving even after I stop and so a lot of guys got an ass to the elbow 🤭. Sorry not sorry, fellas! First set blew by. I switched to water half way through. So I had 3 margs in 2 hour. And it was like 10:30. We decided to go pee. Mind you I HAD NO PLANS ON AN ACCIDENT!!!. Yes, I've wet that dress many times before, especially back in the " Mike days" and so when I pick it out of my closet I get tingles and dirty thoughts but that wasn't the idea AT ALL Friday night. Let's pee now, I said. Plus she wanted a ciggy. So we walked to the back where the bathrooms are. They are single bathrooms and the line for men and women was insane. But we knew that secretly that resto was attached to ANOTHER bar and so we quietly slipped out the side just to find THEIR bathrooms just as bad. She suggested she have her cig first and that when we come back the line would be gone. Made sense to me. She smokes American Spirits. Those things take FOREVER. So we slipped out the back and onto the boardwalk. (I'm gonna attempt a map below so y'all can visualize. ) Now we were on a long well lit boardwalk with the restaurants and bars behind us, the sand and raging Atlantic in front of us and a long length of boardwalk to either side of us. The wind was horrible so we had to head north a bit to hide behind a closed ice cream shack so she could spark up. Unbeknownst to her... I was starting to get desperate. 3 margs, 2 waters there. 2 espressos and 1L of water at home and I hadn't peed since home at like 6pm. The cold air was making it bad, quickly. "Come on, Peg, I plead. It's freezing girl." She looked around the shack and into the glass restaurant and noted the line was still there. Ok, fine, I growled as I put my right hand in-between my legs, pushing my dress up into my crotch while she just laughed and we resumed our mildly tipsy debate over supply chain issues and China. Sexy, I know😔. After a couple more minutes I said "Girl, I love ya, but fuck this" kissed the top of her hat ,remember she is 5'0 tall and in heels I'm 6'0 ,and ran inside by myself. I got right on that bathroom line. Only 6 women and 2 dudes. I did the math. If the men's room comes up free and these other ladies don't take it, I will , shamelessly. 3 minutes per person and I could ostensibly be IN a bathroom in 6 minutes!!!! But the line was slowwwww. Ladies,wtf are you doing in there? SERIOUSLY. I'm vain AF and I get in and out. Peg finished her cig and joined me. We were last in line still. I was doing the pee pee dance by then. We women all commiserated. The band was getting back on stage. Meg joked we should just go pee in the sand. Don't tempt me, I muttered through clenched teeth. And it just got worse and worse. I could feel leaking. BTW- I leak now a lot all of a sudden🤷. A new thing for me btw... Being back in the warm inside hadn't calmed my urge. I was still shivering. The horse was out of the barn. It's bad, I told her. Real bad. And then that practical mommy gene we women all seem to have kicked in and with an annoyed sigh she very straightforwardly said " just go outside. This is ridiculous. Fuck this line" . BUT. BUT! Peeing outside with intention is always a mess for me. Even in a dress I drench myself and shoes. I don't think I'm squatting right?!?! I don't angle right. No, I said. And the line moved one more. Down to 3 women and 1 man... And I lost it. Just started dribbling. I let out a sound that she later told me was like when the microwave dings and went running but in heels with my legs tight to prevent a mess which isn't very fast. I managed to get out the back door and onto the boards just as I broke. With that larger step out, the floodgates opened and I quickly moved forward like 10 feet. Sometimes people enter from that side and I didn't want them to have to stand in my pee to do so. The back door has an awning and covered seating area in the summer and in the winter the awning's skeleton is still up and all the tables and chairs are stacked and chained. I kicked off my red suede peep toe 3" heel pumps and just kinda hid in among the tables and chairs. I was mortified. Lots of people walk the boardwalk even on winter nights and the restaurants on either side of us were modern glass blocks. Peg wasn't far behind me. She was dying laughing. Bent over dying as I told her to "stfu up, I swear to God, Peg, I'll kill you " but by now I was doubled over laughing too! It was a long strong pee and as I belly laughed it spurted out even more. This made us both giggle more and then I was kinda wiggling my bottom in different directions as I did it, pissing all over my long pale soft freezing pink chubby legs and adorable feet with a deep burgundy polish on. As the pee ended she pointed out I needed to dry off so she ran in, popped into the waitress station and stole a few cloth napkins. We both wiped me down, then she held my hand for balance as I slipped each heel back on. Well, I feel great, I said as I tossed my hair and we went back inside. The line was gone now. She said she would go pee and told me to go hold down the fort aka our table. " Keep the germy bitches away" is how she said it. I'm on it, I said and dorkily leaned forward with one leg up in the air behind me and my arms out in front like a flying super hero. She laughed and I strode off. I was high off that. My embarrassment bc those others on line KNEW what was happening and then joy bc her response made it fun. So many senses. Air temperature, holding, leaking, hot piss, immediately cold piss,salt air, perfumes, ocean wind. The cold old boards under my feet outside with cold air coming up between each. The steam off my hot sopping pussy. The smells of booze and food. And now the soaking wet bodysuit I had under my dress. It's kinda like Spanx and I love it. I enjoy commando or being almost strapped into my undergarments, nothing in-between. So now I have this wet nylon snap crotch one piece bathing suit like thing with no tit coverage rubbing against my clit and the wetness creeping up my back and tummy. I pushed through the crowd, shoo'd some Basics away from our table and ordered us both waters. She came back and plopped down, a shot for each of us in her paw. It's bad when ya know the bartenders everywhere lol. It was about midnight and I was stone sober. I agreed. Down the hatch with unbroken eye contact, like it should be. Ahhhhh. Whiskey. Mother's milk. My cold body warmed immediately. mmmmm. Back on our feet and danced our asses off til after 1 when we had to go bc of the sitter. So we kissed good byes out of that place and out the FRONT door we went. Even colder now. Runnnnnnnnnnnnnn . I had my shoes off, bare feet on the sidewalk and I could hear her little black combat boots right behind me. The wind was whipping off the ocean and roaring in my ears. The cold made me gasp. Breathless from the cold and exercise ( for us that's a workout) we threw ourselves into the car and I cranked that bitch up. " Seat heaters!" she yelled while scanning all the buttons, looking. I took her finger and pushed it on the button. She asked if I needed a towel or something, remembering my accident. I assured her it had dried. Seriously?she asked, not believing me. Look at these thighs, I said. And then we cracked up about my massive chonky legs and we put our seatbelts on and drove home, debating the politics of teacher tenure ( she is a top secondary teacher in my state and I'm so proud of her) and standardized testing. When we got to her house I asked her if I could come in to... Pee. So barefoot I ran over the driveway and right to the loo. I drive barefoot btw if the shoe is a heel. When I rejoined her the sitter was gone and her 10 year old daughter was awake now. I adore this kid. I covered her in puppy kisses then dashed off. All in all, an amazing night. Different parts of my soul got fed and none of them were in conflict and it was just so.... All I know is when I got home to my empty condo, rinsed my bottom with the wand in the shower and then crawled into bed all warm and clean and soft and naked, that I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I'd really love to have another accident around her and then encourage her to just go behind a bush or in a flowerpot like a normal person pops a squat or cops a squat or WTF that expression is?Anyway. I want that. She doesn't do it for me sexually except for my intense admiration for her, and that's a turn on for me. But I have never though of her sexually and never will. And I don't feel any guilt like I'm involving her in my sexual escapades unknowingly bc she knows I'm a freak and she is one too. I'm so tempted to tell her I'm into this. I think this Spring I can make it happen. Thanks for reading this goddamn NOVEL. Love, Your Princess 😘 **UPDATED TO Include MY SAD Attempt AT A MAP**
  15. This is one of my favourite childhood wetting experiences that I've been remembering a lot recently. It involves 2 friends of mine which for respect for their privacy I will refer to them in this story as Luke and John. I was in the 11th grade and 17 at the time. Luke was in the 11th grade with me but was 18 and John was 19 and in 12th grade. On this particular school day we had made plans to get together after school to check out this abandoned house in a forest near my house in Markham. I had already been into wetting and cross dressing since I was young and I would do planned holds at school but never wet usually until I was in private either at home or sometimes on my way home. On the morning of this day I decided to wear red girls panties, cotton with the athletic waist along with some pink fishnets underneath some girls skin tight blue jeans and a grey short sleeved girls top. Also some DC skater shoes with no socks. You couldn't really see the fishnets so the look could technically pass as a boy, like an emo or fem kind of boy, but anyone could pretty much tell I was wearing girls clothing. This whole thing was extremely exciting for me and I hadn't touched myself or orgasmed in several days. In the morning I had several glasses of water and relieved myself at the beginning of the day but decided I would hold the rest of the day to add to my cross dressing excitement. I spent most of the day distracted in class, thinking more about how naughty it felt to be at school in girls clothes and wasn't paying much attention to the lessons. John, Luke and I all had the same lunch so we met up and went to the bagel shop and each had some coffee before heading back to class. I had a crush on both Luke and John. Today John was wearing blue jeans and skater shoes and white socks (just above the ankle) with a kind of tight grey t-shirt and Luke was wearing a black tank top with blue jeans and skater shoes with no socks (this was a huge turn-on for me because I also have a foot fetish; this was my favourite look that Luke wore because I also have an armpit fetish and the tank top let me scope his sexy armpit hair whenever he lifted his arms). Both these guys are clean shaven with very little body hair except around the crotch, underarms and a bit of treasure trail. My favourite. I was completely shaved head to toe except for my long girly hair and sculpted eyebrows. So when I saw Luke wearing my favourite outfit with no socks and me being cross dressed and building up for several days, I almost exploded right there in my cute little red panties. John was wearing grey cotton boxer briefs and Luke was going commando (it will become clear later how I came to discover this). I felt a spurt shoot out of my penis and a wet patch form in my crotch but managed compose myself and keep my excitement contained throughout lunch. However I did quite enjoy the thrill of reaching my hand down to feel the wet spot on my panties whenever no one was looking. After lunch we went back to class and I was starting to feel pretty desperate between the coffee and keeping well hydrated with water throughout the day. By the end of the day I was practically bursting. Among the most desperate I've ever felt but the class was held back a few minutes to finish the lesson and by the time I got out into the hall there was a lineup at all 3 of the washrooms between my class and the atrium where I was meeting Luke and John. When I got to the atrium Luke was already there waiting and he could sense my discomfort. "I have to piss worse than I've ever had to pee in my life," I told him, "but all 3 washrooms on the west side of school have lines and so does the one in the cafeteria." Luke admitted he had to pee also but not quite as bad. About a minute or two later John came down the stairs into the atrium looking not too dissimilar from me and exclaimed he was on the verge of pissing his pants. Now it was a pretty humid day and the armpits of his tight grey shirt had become soaked with sweat. Upon seeing this and hearing him describe the imagery of him potentially pissing his pants, my arousal shot through the roof once again and I felt my whole body tense up. I was feeling so naughty and excited from the girls clothes and being on the verge of wetting myself that I was almost certain I was going to have an orgasm right there in front of my friends and whole school. I started breathing heavily, I felt one spurt of hot semen jet out of my penis... then another... then... *phew* I caught my breath. I managed to stop myself from completely going over the edge. I was still a little embarrassed about how naughty and public everything felt and I turned pretty red. Luke asked if I was okay, John was too distracted by his need to pee. I shyly said I was fine and John said the east half of the schools bathrooms all had lines too so I said we had better just hurry to my place and we could all pee there before going to check out the abandoned house in the forest. We started walking quite briskly back to my house but it was a good 30 minutes away. The wet patch in my crotch felt pretty big and I wondered if it had leaked through my jeans but didn't dare look out of embarrassment. The wet patch teased at my dick and made it more difficult to hold my urine in my now swollen and near-bursting bladder but the arousal and the naughtiness of what had just occurred helped keep my mind off it. I remember every time I thought I was about to lose control I would send my mind back to how sexy I thought it was that Luke was wearing sneakers with no socks and think about his sweaty bare feet in those shoes. Finally we made it around the corner to my street and if I was at an 11/10 before, seeing my house made it shoot up to a 15. The 3 of us pretty much gave up walking at this point in favour of a full on sprint to my door, all the while declaring to each other which washroom we were going to run to. We run up my porch and slam into the door. I push the handle down... locked. Of course! I feel a gush a pee flood into my crotch and I squeeze my legs together and start running on the spot to stem the flow while I whip my backpack off and begin trying to dig through it for my keys. I managed stop peeing for a moment but once standing still again, trying to focus on digging through my backpack was just too much. Another deluge of pee filled my crotch, completely soaking my red cotton panties and spreading a dark patch wider and wider across my skinny jeans. The warmth spread into my butt cheeks and down my legs. The relief was indescribable. I must have had the biggest ahegao face my friends had ever seen. I shoved my hands into my crotch to attempt to stop the flow but it just burst through and I dropped to my knees and just completely let go in front of them. This might have been the greatest feeling in my life, certainly up until that point. The warm piss gushing out of me like a torrent, spreading through the panties and soaking the jeans completely down my legs and knees. The tingling of my toes in my fishnets and sweaty bare feet in the soft sneakers. My hands, still gripping my crotch began to instinctively squeeze as my hips thrust into them. Part of me was embarrassed about doing this in front of my friends but I was so overcome with pleasure that the animal instinct just took over and there was no stopping me. As if this wasn't enough, the sight of my relief became too much for John to handle, also seeing that I was no longer capable of getting my keys. A dark blue patch began to grow and spread around John's crotch. He squeezed his legs together and grabbed his junk in desperation but the wetness just kept spreading through his jeans, soaking his grey boxer briefs, down his legs, into his shoes and socks. All of this right in front of me and at eye level as I was now on my knees. I was in absolute heaven. John let out a huge sigh of relief but kept his hands in his crotch and legs together for the duration of his wetting even as a massive puddle formed at his feet and began to merge with my own. I think he still felt like he needed to give the impression that he was still trying to hold back at least until Luke looked at us both and said, "Well I might as well skip the toilet as well. You two look like you're having way too much fun anyway for me not to try this." (Luke had always been the experimental type and although he was straight, he and I often experimented together with different things). Luke being the only one who didn't burst uncontrollably just casually stood there and enjoyed the feeling as a smile spread across his face and his blue jeans grew dark and wet. He grabbed his crotch and moved his dick around to get a nice even spread and just enjoy the overall experience. Luke's casual attitude made John finally give up on maintaining the illusion of still trying to hold back and he relaxed and let the pleasure wash over him as a smile grew across his face. So there we all were. Me, cross dressed and with my two crushes in front of me. All wetting ourselves in front of each other and feeling a mix of pleasure, excitement, embarrassment and adventure. As my two comrades continued to empty their bladders I took satisfaction in the sight of seeing Luke's shoes fill with piss as it ran down his legs and covered his feet. I watched as John's socks started to turn a slight yellow. A few good thrusts was all I needed at this point to release the load I'd been holding back all day and had let build up over the last few days. Still to this day it might have been the best orgasm of my life. For a moment it also felt like I blacked out. It felt so good and naughty to orgasm like that in public on my porch in front of my friends (even though Luke and I had orgasmed in front of each other before) but I was too caught up in the pleasure and excitement of everything to feel embarrassed anymore. I don't know how much time passed as the other two just stood there taking in the feelings of everything with me on my knees. It felt like hours but surely it was only minutes. They didn't ask me if I got off but I'm pretty sure they knew or at least suspected. They were cool with it. After all that we still wanted to go through with the plan to check out the abandoned house and we didn't really need anything inside my house anymore so I unlocked the door and we dropped off our bags and headed out to the forest in our wet clothes. We passed by a couple people on the street who seemed to be looking at us and whispering (all 3 of us had very obviously pissed our jeans) but being together we didn't really care. The forest was only 5 minutes away and we began hiking through the brush in our wet jeans and underwear (those of us that were wearing underwear 😉 ). Now the abandoned house was a bit of a way into the forest, about a 30 minute hike or so and it started to rain, it looked like a pretty heavy storm was coming in. Half way to the cabin, John asked up to stop so he could take a piss again and Luke and I just looked at him and I said, "We're already getting soaked from the rain, just piss your pants again." "Didn't it feel pretty good anyway?" Luke added as he shot me a smirk. "Here, I'll go too." The 3 of us all pissed again in our jeans as the rain was pouring down on us. By the time we reached the abandoned house the downpour was torrential and we needed to take shelter inside the abandoned house. It wasn't falling apart or anything so we guessed it had only been abandoned a few years and there were obvious signs that other kids came here to party sometimes. We hung out and chatted about regular stuff for a little while waiting for the rain to pass but after about an hour the storm showed no signs of letting up and we all needed to pee again. This time we all stood together in a circle in the corner of the cabin and let go while checking out each other's streams. Luke and John definitely seemed into this at least to some degree and at least for today. After we all finished and sighed with relief, things took a bit of an exciting turn. Luke asked me if I was wearing girls panties underneath the girls jeans I was wearing. I shyly admitted to him that I was and he asked if he could see. I said, "Only if you two show me your underwear as well." Luke said, "I'm not wearing any," as he unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor, proudly exposing his piss soaked dick to me and John. "Fair enough," John followed and he too dropped his jeans but this time revealing some piss soaked grey boxers with a nice outline of dry cotton near the waistband to mark where they were wet. I unbuttoned my jeans, exposing my wet red cotton panties to the two of them and to my even greater surprise Luke asked if he could try them on. I agreed only if we could trade clothes and I could try on his piss soaked jeans and shoes. We traded shirts as well. I was completely in heaven getting to wear the jeans Luke was commando in all day and the sneakers his bare feet had been sweating in all day. Luke looked really sexy is my girls outfit too. John asked if he could try on my girls clothes as well and he and I proceeded to trade clothes and the 3 of us kind of took turns swapping and trying on each other's outfits. Through all of this I noticed Luke and John getting hard and we were all trapped in this cabin in the rain storm, it was all kind of romantic actually, but one thing lead to another and I offered to suck them off which they accepted and things kind of spiralled from there. I won't go into full detail on this because it wasn't really omo related anymore and I'm not sure if that's entirely appropriate for this forum but a couple hours later after the rain had finally stopped and our clothes were mostly dry, we began hiking back through the woods to my house. We had all swapped clothes so John was wearing my red panties, fishnets, skinny jeans, grey top and sneakers. I was wearing Luke's jeans, tank top and sneakers, no underwear. Luke was wearing John's clothes, socks, sneakers, underwear and all. On the way back we each had one final wetting in each other's clothes before heading back to my house. We swapped back into our own respective clothing and Luke and John started their walks home as the sun was setting. We all became even closer friends after that (even though we were already pretty close). Luke and John are still straight although there were a few more times we experimented together. A couple of those involved wetting and although Luke and John seemed to enjoy it they never really took it on as a fetish the way I did. This is still to this day one of the greatest omorashi and sexual experiences in general I've had in my life. It took a lot of work to write it all out in the level of detail I wanted to share as I wanted to take care to relate everything about the experience that stuck out to me and meant a lot. This whole experience shaped a lot of my fetishes and sexual life in general. I feel so lucky and blessed to have had an experience like this and it has convinced me that heaven truly is a place on earth. I hope you guys had as much fun reading this as I did recounting it and writing about it. It took a couple hours and I got a few good wettings in while I was writing. Wearing the same outfit I was wearing back then for nostalgia's sake. Here are some photos for you guys to enjoy as well (not the fishnets unfortunately, they didn't make it through the years).
  16. So lately I’ve been reading some stories about omo origins, and I find them interesting to read and am open to reading more. This, however, has reminded me of something from third grade. I forget the name of the program, which was some pun on after school care and homework, but it was run by volunteers at the school. My parents were some of the volunteers. Because my parents were some of the people in charge, I was given a greater range of action. I got a group of other children together—from first to third grade—and I would teach them how to be evil spies or something like that. Anyway, we had a list of rules to follow. I made them up, but I told the other kids they were from some secret organization. Some of the rules were to follow the commandments, not tell anyone what takes place in training, listen to those in charge of the training, etc. other rules were very specific, such as avoiding specific foods in case an enemy had poisoned them (Jello was one I remember). Finally, there was a rule forbidding bathroom use. This was “intended” for security because they would be too vulnerable to enemy attacks. There was one day where we went to dinner with the family of one of the girls in the group, Sam [pseudonym]. Sam was always a member of the group, and she followed the rules. As it was only 1-1.5 hours long, rarely did anyone get too desperate. Some just disobeyed, but not Sam. On this particular day, she agreed to continue receiving training at dinner and for the rides there and back. She didn’t realize, however, that included following the rules. She was squirming during dinner, and, towards the end of our training, I saw her try to secretly grab herself. Unfortunately, however, she went to the bathroom then. I reprimanded her for doing so the next day, and she apologized. At that point, I was not thinking about omo and wetting, so I haven’t remembered that story very often. It was fun, however, when I saw them begin getting desperate. Another, time, I had three girls hide me and another guy in the girls bathroom with the girls keeping guard. They weren’t allowed to use the bathroom, but another girl did in the stall right next to our hiding place, not knowing we were there and could hear it.
  17. Soooo...how's everyone's pandemic going? I genuinely hope you're all well and safe. I'm fine, even though I've been terrible about writing. Clearly not one of those people who uses isolation to be creative! But here's a story I threw together. I love YA novels, so I tried to make this reflect that style - very *angsty* 😊 Thanks for reading! *** “El, what time do you want to leave? Or do you just want to corral us whenever you’re ready?” Ellie glanced at the dashboard clock. It wasn’t yet 8 PM – fairly early for arriving at a college party. She pursed her lips, thinking. “Maybe 1:30 at the latest? I have to work tomorrow, but not too early.” “Your wish is our command, Miss Daisy!” cried Jamie, the second of the two boys in the backseat. Ellie had picked up he and his roommate Gael on her way to the frat party on the edge of town. “Miss…” Gael stared at his roommate in confusion, but was interrupted by a deep voice from the front seat. “Miss Daisy was the passenger, dumbass.” Jamie laughed easily – it was the end of the semester, and the mood was light – but Ellie shot a sideways glare at her third passenger. As if he sensed Ellie’s ire, Rider Pierce broke into a dazzling grin. “The driver was Morgan Freeman’s character,” he continued, as if his initial statement hadn’t been stark and humorless, “but no one ever remembers the driver’s name!” Jamie grinned. “Dude, no one our age has even seen that movie!” “Axiom still stands,” Rider said confidently, taking a sip out of his flask. “Name one famous movie about a chauffeur where you remember the driver’s name.” Gael looked skeptical. “Didn’t that movie with Viggo Mortenson driving Mahershala Ali win an Oscar?” “So did Driving Miss Daisy,” countered Rider, “and you still didn’t tell me the character’s name.” Ellie pulled onto the grass of the expansive frat house lawn, adding to the already-long line of parked cars. “Happy Hogan.” Rider looked amused but unsurprised, and, not for the first time, Ellie was irritated at his ability to be so effortlessly charming. “Dubious,” Rider proclaimed. “Happy was obviously promoted to Tony’s head of security and was in a half-dozen movies. Familiarity is a given.” “So Joseph from Princess Diaries is out, too?” Ellie shot back. “Not unless you want me to let you win.” Rider gave her another smile that, to another girl, would have been disarming. Ellie was both too experienced and too annoyed for it to work on her. Unaware of Ellie’s irritation or unwilling to stick around any longer, Gael and Jamie were already heading up the driveway. “Just come get us if you’re ready to leave before 1:30,” Jamie called over his shoulder. “You don’t have to admit defeat.” Rider smirked and took another swig from his flask. “I’m secure enough in my own rightness to survive without your validation.” “Too bad that security doesn’t extend to surviving in a given situation without booze.” If Rider was as stunned as Ellie by her own vehemence, he didn’t show it. “Drinking at a frat party,” he gushed dramatically. “Whoever heard of such a thing? What a hopeless delinquent am I!” “As if you only get drunk at parties,” Ellie snapped. Walking up a frat house driveway wasn’t the place for this conversation, but Rider’s grating nonchalance smashed through Ellie’s hesitance. “You haven’t been willingly sober this whole semester.” This accusation at least earned Ellie a raised eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were such a prohibitionist, Els.” His tone was light, but Ellie knew him well enough to hear a slight tension in his voice. “But as I am a fully legal adult, I’m really not sure why you’re so worried about me.” “You can drink yourself stupid, for all I care.” The words tumbled out of Ellie’s mouth. “I just don’t want you dragging my brother down with you.” Rider stopped abruptly and turned to face Ellie. His eyes glittered like shards of ice, sharp and hard, in his now-stony face. “If literally anyone other than Brett’s sister had said that, I’d’ve punched them.” Ellie didn’t twitch. It’s not that she didn’t believe Rider, but that she’d known him almost her entire life. And in that time, she’d never once back down from a fight with him. “Where’s the lie?” she asked coolly. “You drink yourself into oblivion on a daily basis, and you don’t think your roommate and best friend is gonna be affected?” Rider’s chest swelled with a deep inhale. “Call me a drunk all you want, but you don’t get to imply that I’d hurt your brother. Ever.” Ellie glared back, but at that moment, another car pulled in, blaring music. It was enough to crack the tension and remind them both that they were standing in the middle of a driveway, presumably on their way to enjoy the last party before spring break. As usual, Rider recovered first. He tipped back his flask, finishing whatever he had inside. “You know how much I enjoy our verbal skirmishes, Ellearia, but I promised Jesse a round of beer pong.” He bounced his eyebrows for flourish and turned away. In an instant, Ellie’s flaming indignation fizzled into resignation. What had she been thinking? It’s not like Rider didn’t know about her concerns. And it’s not like she’d made any headway before. “Els!” Straightening her shoulders as if to physically shed the failed argument, Ellie pivoted toward the sound of her name. Yung Min, a girl from her ultimate team, was climbing out of the car that had just parked. Ellie pasted on a smile and joined the group, heading up to the house. A lifelong connoisseur of people-watching, Ellie found that pre-spring break parties were second only to end-of-year parties in the college calendar for sheer joy. Everyone was celebrating getting through midterms or excited for impending beach vacations, lending a distinct air of glee to the gathering. The frat house was huge, and Ellie was sure there were over 300 people in attendance. She wandered through the house, nabbing a soda and greeting friends – both hers and her brother’s. *** Brett, Ellie’s one-year-older brother, was in D.C. for a grad school interview, but it wasn’t wholly unusual for Ellie to be spending time with Rider on her own. Brett and Rider had met in preschool and had been best friends ever since. By virtue of Ellie’s own close relationship with Brett, Rider had become practically a second brother. She certainly fought with Rider more than she did with Brett – Brett was easygoing and nonconfrontational by nature – but she never doubted their loyalty to each other. Despite their closeness, Ellie hadn’t really planned on attending the same university as her brother, but it had the one of the best pre-law programs in the country, so she swallowed the inevitable “little sister tagging along” stereotype. Other than the obvious benefits of sharing rides home for break, Ellie found she liked being close to Brett and Rider. It gave her a built-in but not exclusive social group, and it had been an easy choice to move off-campus to the same apartment complex. Currently, Ellie and her roommate lived across the hall from Brett and Rider. Ellie loved getting to watch her brother and his best friend grow into young men. She relished the rare privilege of having such close relationships for such a long time. But her junior year had taken a turn. It’s not that Rider (or any of them, to be honest) had been a teetotaler before turning 21, but his drinking had skyrocketed his senior year. It wasn’t just drinking more heavily at parties, it was the near-constant presence and use of his flask, bottles of beer, and even water bottles that definitely didn’t contain water in class. When asked – because obviously neither Brett nor Ellie were gonna let such a behavioral change pass without comment – Rider would laugh, insisting that he was fine, that he just wanted to enjoy his senior year. He was comparatively careful; he didn’t make a fool of himself, and he certainly never drove drunk. In fact, most people who interacted with Rider had no idea that he’d rarely been fully sober since summer. The whole situation baffled Ellie. She’d known Rider practically her whole life, and she didn’t believe him for a second when he claimed that his drinking was nothing more than a harmless joyride through his last year of college. But he wasn’t deviating from his party line, and Ellie had grown increasingly frustrated with feeling like she barely knew him anymore. *** A burst of laughter shook Ellie from her thoughts, and she pulled out her phone to check the time. With a slight cringe, she realized that she’d been ruminating for nearly a half hour, barely paying attention to her friends. She was standing in a cluster on the back patio with a few of her ultimate teammates. There were two pong tables set up, and at least two cornhole sets within view. There was a roar from one of the pong tables, and Ellie glanced over to see Rider with his arms raised in victory. She watched as he grabbed a full Solo cup and downed it in one. The crowd cheered in approval. Ellie was still staring when Rider slammed the cup down on the table and looked up. He caught her eye and paused, a flicker disrupting the triumphant look on his face. It was so quick, Ellie thought she must have imagined it though, because by the time she blinked, Rider had broken eye contact and was seemingly searching for a refill. Repeatedly irritated with herself, Ellie decided she needed more deliberate distraction. The Alpha Rho parties were renowned for their variety of activities, so she knew if she searched the house, she’d find something distracting. It took a few minutes, but she found a boisterous room of board games upstairs, and she quickly joined a burgeoning round of Settlers of Catan. The plan worked, and the next few hours flew by. Ellie enjoyed the strategic competition, and there was a convenient cooler in the room to replenish her soda. After a couple of rounds of Catan, a short-rules game of Trivial Pursuit, and a side-splitting session of Cards Against Humanity, Ellie found herself yawning. She checked her phone and saw that it was after 1 AM. Grinning at how much she’d enjoyed herself, Ellie stretched her arms wide and pushed herself to her feet. Swallowing the last of her latest drink, she bid goodbye to her fellow gamers and started to search for her passengers. Gael was easy enough to find on the dance floor, and he led her to Jamie in the kitchen, deep in some discussion about the trade deadline. Neither of them seemed upset by leaving – they were both too intoxicated to drive and were grateful for the free ride home. Finding Rider didn’t take too much longer, given the still-crowded party. He was lounging in a chair on the patio, loosely holding a half-empty bottle. His eyes were noticeably bleary when he looked up, but he smiled easily. “My coachwoman awaits!” he announced to the group. “Looks like my time here is up.” Ellie considered rolling her eyes, but opted for benevolence instead. “Just sharing the facts, my liege,” she said silkily. “I’m leaving now. You’re welcome to take an Uber or something.” “Never,” Rider proclaimed dramatically, pushing himself to his feet. “Your wish is my command, good lady. Just let me…” He trailed off and raised his bottle to his lips, finishing the contents in seconds. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, gave an exaggerated bow to the other partygoers, stumbling slightly. This time, Ellie did roll her eyes, heading back through the house. She didn’t bother slowing down to stay in step with Gael and Jamie. Breathing deeply, she tried to tamp down the rising rage, disappointment, and fear. Seeing Rider so obviously drunk, even though she knew he drank almost constantly, brought back every ounce of ire she’d felt when they arrived. She was sick of Rider’s drinking, and she was sick of not being able to help. She heard quick footsteps behind her, but didn’t turn as Rider jogged to her side and draped his arm over her shoulder. “El-bell, don’t-“ “Stop it,” Ellie hissed, shaking his arm off. “Don’t say anything. You sound gross, slurring your words like that.” Rider drew back, and for a second, he almost looked hurt, but that could’ve just been his face transitioning from a grin to a sneer. “Easy there, Carrie Nation. You don’t want to make a scene.” “Right, like I’m the one looking like an idiot here. Ellie knew she was being mean. She knew it was futile, and she knew it was fair to Gael and Jamie, who were both quiet as they all reached her car. Ellie didn’t say anything else as she walked around to the driver’s side. She unlocked the doors, miles more tired than she’d been ten minutes ago, but just as she sat down, she heard a yelp from Gael. “I don’t have my phone!” He was still standing next to the car, patting his pockets. “Can I run back inside and look for it? I think I know where it is!” Ellie nodded and tried to smile. “Of course. We’ll just wait here.” Gael practically sprinted back toward the house, and Ellie smiled for real at his consideration. Mildly placated, she turned on the radio to cover the would-be awkward silence. Playing along – or just totally unconcerned – Rider asked Jamie his plans for spring break. Ellie could tell he was making an effort not to slur his speech as much, and she was both impressed and disgusted at how well he could play…well, if not sober, then at least not wasted. Naturally gregarious, Rider kept the conversation flowing easily for ten minutes until Gael returned. “Sorry!” Gael panted, sliding into the car. “I thought I’d left it on a window sill by the dance floor, but someone had already moved it to the lost and found, did you know they eve have an official ‘party lost and found’, this place is great!” Ellie had the car in reverse before Gael finished rambling. He and Jamie lived fairly close to the frat house, but she and Rider lived on the other side of town. It wasn’t a huge town, of course, but she was already dreading the 15 minutes she’d have to spend in the car alone with Rider. Gael’s praise set off enough of a discussion of the merits of Alpha parties to fill the brief drive to the first apartment. Ellie pulled up to the boys’ building, and both Jamie and Gael thanked her profusely, wishing them both a wonderful and relaxing spring break. Practically before the back doors even shut, Rider had pulled out his flask. “Christ,” Ellie muttered. “You’re at the point where you can’t go 15 minutes without having a drink?” “Maybe I need a psychoactive substance to get through a ride with you,” Rider shot back, but his voice no longer held any light or teasing tone. “Oh, yeah, a car ride across town with your best friend’s sister, a 50-minute class, watching a college basketball game…your life is just filled with so many difficult events that require alcoholic mollification!” Ellie was baiting him, and she wasn’t at all surprised when he refused to rise to her goading. “Leave it alone, Ellie,” Rider growled and shifted, as if he was trying to move as far away from her as possible. “My body, my choice, right?” Ellie huffed, but didn’t respond. Technically, Rider’s argument was currently correct – he wasn’t hurting anyone else with his drinking. He wasn’t violent, he wasn’t getting arrested, he wasn’t behind on his payments or anything. They sat without speaking for several minutes, but as Ellie pulled onto Main Street, her patience evaporated once more. “No, we’re doing this,” she demanded. “I’ve known you my whole damn life, and you know I’ve never wanted to control you or some bullshit like that.” She glanced over at Rider, but he only shifted again, deliberately looking away from her. “This isn’t…God, Rider, I don’t care if you want to ‘enjoy your senior year’ or whatever, but you’re literally…like, this is alcoholism! Like, you’re entirely dependent on alcohol, and that’s not OK!” She looked over again, and though Rider’s posture definitely signaled discomfort, he still didn’t say anything. “God damnit, Rider.” Ellie squeezed the steering wheel, knuckles white with frustration. “Why don’t you care? How do you not see how unhealthy this is?” Still nothing. Ellie’s voice practically squeaked with vexation. “Rider! I mean it! How-“ “Let me out.” Rider’s voice was low, but absolutely serious, and Ellie had to fight to keep her eyes on the road rather than staring at him incredulously. “What?” “Let me out of the car, Ellie.” Rider was angry, urgent, and Ellie nearly screamed. “Are you out of your mind? We’re in the middle of Main Street! I can’t just pull up to the sidewalk, and I’m not gonna let you-“ But apparently, a stop sign was more than enough for Rider, because he’d unbuckled his seatbelt and leapt from the car as soon as Ellie slowed down. “Rider!” she shrieked, staring after him, then looking around frantically to see where she could pull over. It was almost 1:30 in the morning, and really, no one else was around, so she made a quick right and pulled into the empty bank parking lot, ranting before she even put the car in park. “What the actual fuck, Rider? You can’t just jump out of a moving car because you don’t like the conversation, you dumb, selfish-“ Ellie cut herself off again as she rounded the corner and saw Rider standing stock-still in the middle of the sidewalk, an obvious patch of darkness spreading down the front of his pants. “What are you…” Ellie’s rant energy forced the words out of her mouth before she could stop them, even though she knew exactly what was happening. The old-fashioned street lamps were dim, but more than illuminated the wetness. After a few seconds, a trickling sound pattered on the quiet street. The sound seemed to go on for far too long, amplified by the otherwise complete silence. Rider stood bent slightly at the waist, as if he’d been punched in the stomach. Ellie didn’t know how long they both stood there, her staring at him and him staring at the ground, before she finally spoke. “Why didn’t you say something?” “I did say something,” he mumbled. “I told you to let me out.” “In the middle of an argument!” Ellie exclaimed. “You didn’t say you had to pee!” Rider twitched. “Sorry I didn’t broadcast my every thought. Didn’t feel like giving you more ammo for your anti-alcohol crusade.” The illogic of that statement didn’t need a response, so Ellie just stared at him, perplexed as to how she’d gone from enjoying Cards Against Humanity an hour ago to standing in the middle of downtown, fighting with a 22-year-old man who had just wet himself on the sidewalk. “I’ll walk home.” Such a ridiculous claim was enough to jar Ellie from her dismay. “Cool. I’m coming with you.” Ellie expected at least irritation in response to her answer, but when Rider met her gaze, he just looked tired. “Els, don’t be stup-“ “You know what would be stupid?” Ellie interrupted. “Letting my brother’s best friend, who is quantifiably and admittedly drunk, walk two and a half miles home after midnight.” She stopped herself from adding “in wet pants.” “And what do you care?” Rider snarled, his eyes flashing. “It’s not like there’s anyone around for me to drag down with me.” Ellie flinched at his sudden vehemence, but then clenched her jaw. “For fuck’s sake, Rider, don’t be petulant,” she snapped. “You know I didn’t mean that, but I’ll say it for you anyway. Of course I fucking care about you. I care about your drinking because you’re my brother’s best friend and you’re like a fucking brother to me, and I’m so indescribably sick of watching you hurt yourself!” “I’m not hurting myself,” Rider grumbled. “Right, sure,” Ellie scoffed. “There’s totally nothing wrong with pissing yourself in the middle of Main Street. You’re totally fine with that.” “It doesn’t hurt,” Rider said, but his near-whining voice did nothing to bolster his claim. Ellie raised her eyebrows. “Might not now, but it will if you walk home. That’ll chafe like a bitch after 2 blocks.” Rider didn’t say anything right away, but he also didn’t immediately start walking away, which Ellie took as a promising sign. “Come on, man,” she said in a slightly gentler tone. “It’s a ten-minute drive.” There was another pause, and Rider looked down. “I’m not getting in your car like this.” “Ri, she’s a 2003 Camry. She’s seen worse,” Ellie insisted wryly. “You know she’s seen worse.” Ellie could see Rider’s chest rise and fall as he seemed to consider his options. “Look, I’m sure I’ve got some old grocery bags or an Amazon box or something that you can sit on.” She watched Rider’s eyebrows draw in, a sure-fire signal of his stubbornness, but his reply was quiet. “Fine.” Internally, she nearly melted with relief, but physically, Ellie just nodded and turned back to the car, letting Rider follow her. True to her word, she reached in the backseat and pulled some random plastic bags from the floor to put in the passenger seat. Rider dipped his head as he sat down, his shoulders visibly tense. Ellie silently thanked God that the radio was still on when she started the car, because she knew there would be no more talking. The rest of the drive passed quickly, and their apartment building was quiet when they got back. Rider walked slightly ahead of Ellie up the stairs, then paused at his door. “You’re gonna tell Brett?” He wasn’t facing her, but he hadn’t opened the door. “Yes.” Ellie saw no point in lying. Rider just nodded, and Ellie saw a flash of the boy she grew up with, the one who would joke around in class, but never argue when given detention. Rider, more than anyone, had taught Ellie to own up to her mistakes and accept the consequences. “Do you want me to clean your car?” Rider stayed half-facing his own door, but at least he wasn’t snapping anymore. “It’s fine.” Ellie shrugged. “I mean, you can Febreze it if you really want to, but it’s really fine.” Rider nodded again. He opened the door and flipped on the light. Ellie stared, unsure of what to do next. “You’ll…” she said suddenly, before he could close the door. “You’ll get Brett from the airport tomorrow? Because I’ll be at work.” This time, Rider turned around, the corner of his mouth lifted into the barest of smiles. “I know,” he promised. “I’ve got his flight information.” Feeling oddly relieved, Ellie opened her own door. “OK. Just checking. Night.” Rider looked at her tenderly as he closed the door. “Night, Els.”
  18. Anyone have stories of friends knowing about your fetish, not being into it sexually, but playing along with you. Like maybe helping you have a accident, giving ideas, or playfully joking around?
  19. I've become really obsessed with wearing and wetting a diaper and I want to talk with like minded people. No AB/ageplayers please! Thank you. I can't act on these desires SUPER often but I can today for sure (I'm currently padded). PM me with information about yourself if you're interested! I'm 21/F from USA, I enjoy being padded in a non-sexual way (comforting, not a turn-on)
  20. I am very active on other social media but don’t often feel fully understood. I have Facebook friends etc but the connection always seems loose. On here I feel welcome in another way altogether. I know we all share the same fetish but people on here seem friendlier and genuine despite most needing to remain anonymous. I guess I just wanted to say thanks for having me and making me feel welcome here. I count many of you as friends. P.s. the admin do a fab job too!
  21. So I was wondering if any of your friends have tell you a story that include desperation or even wetting. I know that people don't use to talk about this, cause it's too personal, but in friend groups, some times people open themselves. For instance a friend of mine told us one day, that once she peed her pants from laugh (unfortunately not my thing) Also did you have hard time to cover your excitement during the story telling?
  22. In the Bed-Wetters Cabin at Camp fiction, Fern encourages the campers to say, “Everyone wets sometimes.” My parents taught, “Normal people don’t wet.” Let’s find whether your and my experiences lean toward one slogan, the other or somewhere between. How many friends and relatives Leak or wet? That’s rhetorical – don’t answer yet. Instead consider making a spreadsheet or chart (like the bed-wetting campers wall chart.). Obscure the names or identifications. (I’m terrible at this. Can never think of false names or identifications I’ll remember. I tend to change “Wendy” to “Gail” and such obvious substitutions.) Also, use an excess of columns and delete columns when you finish. For instance: identification, age, evidence, frequency, cause, day, night, relation to other in chart, beginning age, ended, whatever seems relevant. What you count as evidence requires judgment calls. Neither are hard proof, but I’ve included friends who told on themselves or family or outed by a dating partner. Excluding my own accidents, In one case I saw the accident. In two I saw the wet fabric soon after the accidents. In another case I saw the dried stains. Otherwise, the leaks were too small to soak through and the floods hidden before I had a chance to see them. When I tried to fill in my chart, I seemed to know 11 leakers and wetters. Reading the Jenny comedy fiction reminded me of another. Other things reminded me of more. I’ve now remembered 4 male (including myself) and 12 female leakers and wetters. That’s a small number. But remembering I have autistic spectrum disorder and have only rarely managed to balance more than two close friendships, it suggests my parents claim originated in dreamland. Online research suggests high-impact athletes have the highest chance of leaking. See Jessica Hull competitive running clips for an example. Last I looked, YouTube had two trampoline examples. Such athletes don’t overlap with my friendship circles. If you want to make a chart, but not aware of wetters in your family or friendship circles, you could chart the well-known examples in past celebrity wetters threads. Takeaways so far for me: 1. At least many people wet. 2. Most leaks don’t show. 3. Most floods get quickly hidden 4. Most accident confessions follow on someone else confessing. To clarify, in a light-hearted meeting of eight friends, one admitting an embarrassing flood opens the subject enough for two or three others telling their wetting stories. Sample not large enough for high certainty, but 5. Among my friends, males seem to make up 25% of leakers. Percent would probably be higher I hung out more with beer drinkers. 6. Wetters seem to group along family and friendship lines. Maybe means some family and friendship circles more open about wetting.
  23. I don’t know I’m just an 18 year old awkward boi testing out this site trying to get over heartbreak
  24. What were your parents or friends reaction when they found out you were a DL or ABDL. What did they do? Did they accept it or condemn it? Speaking of my experience, when I was 13 years old. I told my mother first believing she would help me because we had a good relationship. She was ok, but refused to help or accept it. Word came to my father, and he grabbed me by the neck and pushed me against the wall(he was in law enforcement and says "he's seen this stuff") and interrogated and yelled at me. I got older and my youth pastor found out and didn't keep it a secret and had a meeting with his wife and him about me in the room. She compared it to cancer and how it needs to be removed and said I was a pervert. Before then, I told trust worthy friends and they accepted it. Pretty much throughout my life. People condemned me for it. According to articles for parents and their children about that they are supposed to accept it and they should help because u wouldn't want make your child feel like a freak. Well in my experience, my parents did the opposite and shoved my self-esteem down my throat. Now, I'm older and I do my things and they can't say anything to me. So what about you? What's your experience or anyone could relate?
  25. Hey there! I thought I'd introduce an idea to the community that I think needs to happen: this is a place where you can go specifically to meet new people to get along with! I have no idea if this will work at all, but I thought it could be a great thing to put into the community, because I know firsthand that it's hard to find people who you can discuss these things with. Even with this sight's existence, I've noticed that I find it difficult to find people to talk to on here, so I decided to make a place where it is encouraged much more. So, without further ado, welcome to the Friend Finding Zone! Remember to be kind, introduce yourself, and don't forget that there is Direct Messaging built into OmoOrg in case you find someone you really like. Pro tip: looking for someone with a particular trait? maybe try Ctrl + F! type in a search term you want to find and friends could be waiting for you already!
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