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Totally fictional story, just a quick one that I kind of entertained on a whim, semi-based off of true circumstances. Dear goodness I had a lot of trouble even getting this started, if there are multiple postings I am sorry, I had been in training for a while trying to get myself into shape, this involved big changes in diet and daily exercise, and one of the biggest changes that came about from this was the amount of water I had to drink in a day. I used to fill a gallon milk jug every morning and would finish it before bedtime. And of course with that much liquid going in, it reflected in how much I put out, and how long it took to get it all out. I've always had a rather large bladder, but a much shyer one, at least from what I could tell judging from the other people I hung around. I never used the toilets at school, heck I barely knew what the bathrooms looked like. I never had a problem going pretty much a whole day without using the bathroom until before bed. On long bus rides I would watch as people scrambled for the toilets after riding for a few hours and not feel like I had to go at all. And even car trips with a bunch of guys occasionally they'd all stop and get out and go to their respective corners of the vehicle and piss brazenly outside while I waited around, I could never bring myself to take my dick out in public like that, much less have a pee. They never took very long either, 15-30 seconds if they were desperate, whereas I could and usually did pee for close to a minute once I got started, I always imagined everyone zipping up and getting ready to get back in the car while I'm still going and going. The scenarios in my mind alone got me good at holding. After I started this gallon jug a day routine, I finally really experienced the feeling of not being able to hold on, and my evening pees lasted up to two minutes or more and really felt amazing. It was around that time i started experimenting with my capacity. Even going as far as teasing myself standing in front of a toilet with my penis out, forcing myself to hold on as my bladder begged for release, until I really couldn't hold any longer and the urine forced itself down and out into the waiting waters below. Then, I grew bolder still and sometimes I would go for a jog down at a local high school track in the evening, and after a few laps of feeling the pee sloshing around inside me, when I felt I could take it no more I would run up and hide under the bleachers to let it out. It was summer and there were no kids there, and usually late at night no people at all either. And because I'm a creep and had a stopwatch that I timed my laps with, I could time how long I pissed for. Day after day I watched as drinking more of the gallon jug during the day would increase my urination by a few seconds each time, climbing to 2 and 2.5 minutes non-stop. The relief was intoxicating. Now, if there were people around, I would cut the running short and drinking short and head back home just to prevent quite literally getting "caught with my pants down". Although I did develop a fascination wondering what would ever happen should I get caught, I surely wouldn't be able to stop the stream once it got going, and given my past record of shy bladdered-ness I pushed these thoughts away as unhealthy. One day after getting to the track later than usual as the sun was setting, I figured this would be a fine day to go ahead and drink up all the remaining water in the jug and get to running, maybe I could even break my record for a pee break while I was at it.. Everything went as normal and as I nearing my fourth lap, I was concentrating hard on keeping the flood at bay, and due to my pressing need I managed to stumble a bit on a stray rock along the track and twist one of my ankles. The pain was pretty bad and was rather detrimental to walking, luckily I was in front of the bleachers and there was a set of steps nearby that I was able to hobble over to and sit down on while my ankle rested. Unfortunately, I still really needed to pee, but with my ankle hurt the way it was I wasn't really able to stand up and take care of it. I sat desperately trying to think of a way to get myself under the bleachers but after trying to stand for just a moment bracing myself on the hand railing of the stairs I realized that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, about that time I felt my hold start to loosen as urine began to work down my shaft. I clutched at my penis through my basketball shorts and sat myself back down looking as the place where the head was grew a little darker with liquid. I had finally reached my limit, all the water and jostling of my bladder was too much for me to take. It was then that i looked down in front of me, the steps themselves led down into dry dirt before the track started. I figured it could use the watering and would dry up before it could be discovered by anyone, so I let go of my dick and quickly pulled up the left leg of my shorts and boxers allowing it to flop down and unleash a thick gush of urine. Pee shot out in front of me a few feet and so I aimed it down a bit more so that it was going into the dirt right in front of me, I underestimated how much I was letting out and the dry dirt soon formed a puddle that was growing by the second filling the air with splashing not unlike that of a downpour of rain on the waiting earth, it was pelting the ground with such force that my legs were both getting some back spray off the ground. The release was better than any I'd had before, I shut my eyes and sighed as I focused on feeling my bladder slowly deflate. No more than ten seconds in, I heard something that shocked my right to my core. "Uhm, are you okay? I was just coming down to do some jogging when I saw you trip and hobble over here... uh... oh..." Caught. I'd been caught. And judging by the voice a girl no less. She's going to call the police, I'm going to jail, I'm going to be a sex offender. Rampant thoughts ran through my mind as my bladder voided it's contents endlessly on the ground. I craned my neck around to see my would be captor, a thin girl with hair tied into a pony tail in the back, she had a small white tank top on and green short shorts as she stood with her hand covering her mouth upon realizing what I was doing "I'm sorry! I just had a lot to drink and I couldn't hold it anymore, please don't have me arrested!" I pleaded as still my stream hit the ground below. "Oh, it's you..." she said as she approached me "I've seen you under the bleachers before." She was now around in front of me, I tried to cover myself with both my hands as the pee drained on. "So this is what it looks like up close, it's bigger than I thought" I didn't understand, I always checked to see if there were any cars or anything around before I'd gone to the bathroom. She's seen me before? It's bigger than she thought? While I pondered if I should take that as a compliment, I noticed her tense her legs together tightly as she eye'd my still going dick. "What are you talking about?" I asked puzzled. "Well, I usually come here really late to run after I get off work. I live close by so I usually just walk here, and usually by the time I get here I've seen you dash up under the bleachers here, and after seeing that a few times I got curious what was going on, so I'd sneak around to the side so I could see what you were doing under here. At first I was like "oh he's just peeing" but then I saw just how much of an endeavor it was for you, I'd never seen a boy "going" before and I kind of wanted to sneak up surprise you a few times, but I couldn't think of anything to say and didn't really want to scare you and you stop coming here, so I just settled for watching in the wings." Again I noticed her legs fidgeting slightly as she pushed her toned thighs together. "So, you've been watching this whole time?" I said aghast that someone had been watching me all this time and I had no idea. "I guess so, it's kinda been my thing that I've kept hidden all my life, a fascination with peeing, and sometimes," she winced, "after you leave I have a nice long leak myself. The bathrooms at work are disgusting so I usually wait til I get home, until I saw you here, I've kept holding and see if I can make it to pee outside here." She crossed one leg and grabbed her crotch. "In fact, sometimes it's all I can do to wait for you to finish and leave before I come over and pee, so if you'd hurry up and finish anytime now that would be great, cause as it is, I really, really, gotta go." She bent over slightly at the waist and held herself tighter. I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing, here a beautiful girl secretly watching me piss on a daily basis, bursting with pee herself as she waited for my ever voiding bladder to finish it's long awaited pee. "I-I'm sorry, I'll try to hurry it up." I said as I clenched down and forced out even more pee with much force. "Oh hurry, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!" She said as she bounced up and down, I watched as her small breasts bounced lightly in her shirt. Finally after about 20 more seconds my stream slowed to a trickle and then a few drops and finally nothing, I gave one last push to force the last bit out which weakly splashed down into the puddle. "Done? Oh thank goodness!" She said as she pulled her pants and underwear down in one motion and squatted right in front of me and let out a sigh as her own stream splashed into the puddle below. "Whew, I really didn't have much more time there, I've been holding this all day, and you weren't exactly helping either." She sighed again and grasped her knees a little more as she relaxed even further and her piss picked up in force. "My apologies at hogging the toilet" I said jokingly as I adjusted my shorts back to cover my dick, which as I watched her there, pee streaming heavily into the puddle that I created, breasts lightly pushed together creating just a bit of cleavage, and her slightly flushed look of relief it was becoming increasingly difficult to fit it back into my underwear. "Oh my, it gets even bigger still?" She said as she was once again looking right at my penis. "Only when there's a gorgeous girl wetting like there's no tomorrow in front of me." I responded, taking the opportunity to check out where she was peeing from as well" "Hey, no peeking, well, maybe just a little, it's only fair I suppose." She said as she spread her legs just a bit more giving me more of a view of the waterfall of urine pouring out of her. After what felt like ages her stream finally started to trickle down to nothing but a few drops, she too forced the last bit out and shook herself slightly to dry and with that she pulled her pants back up. "Well, that was some introduction." I said, "My name is Nakasette." "Sara." She said with a smile. "I think I've got some other things to take care of, I looked down slightly at the bulge in my pants, and I still don't think I'm in any shape for walking just yet." "I think I can help with both of those things..." She stated as she extended a hand down to help me up, I grabbed hold and pulled myself up with my other hand on the railing, and carefully stepped over the massive puddle as I leaned on her slightly to support me as we walked away towards my car. The End

A beautiful African teenage girl wearing an overalls, holding pee the full bladder at afternoon and this is not a gas station but it’s gone and it’s been doing it for the last few hours and it was just the way to go to the bathroom

A beautiful African girl not holding peeing on the floor but it looks like upset while she cried so she didn’t want to go to the bathroom but she was just saying to cry

So I decided to do requests since there are people who like my omorashi art of the cartoon girls. So here are some rules. - The girls can either pee in the toilet, trash can, sink, bathtub, or simply squat outside. - No wetting. That includes in bed and clothing. - No diaper fetishes. The omorashi limit can only go so far. - No crapping art either. That's part of my limits. - The only time guys can be included in the omorashi art is if a female is peeing along with them. - No golden showers. Another limit of mines. - Nothing too explicit. I can show bare asses. But not visible pussy flaps. That's too much even for me. - The girls have to be curvy. Part of what makes the omorashi art of girls sexy is if they have thicc booties while either squatting or sitting on a toilet. - The girls can be human, humanoid, or anthro. As long as they're hot and sexy (or at least have sexy bodies), then they can be anything. But other than that, you can request a female character for me to draw an omorashi art of, and I will be sure to list them down on paper. So just comment below on what girl you would like me to draw an omorashi of and I will add them to my list. Remember art takes time.

Lois Lane is unable to get inside the restroom due to it being locked for closing and is forced to pee behind the bushes, hoping she won't get a taste of her own medicine if she is caught and someone puts her private moment out to spread in school.

Kara had to pee behind the bushes because she couldn't make it to a toilet.

Jerry caught them by surprise through his screen.

Originally requested by @LifeIsStrange One of the worst things you could do is drink a large beverage at a club right before a mission. Julie was close to wetting herself, but luckily, she found an obscure alleyway where no one is around. So she snuck there and squatted for a pee, in which her pee stream trailed about 70 yards long. She could only hope she isn't caught as Julie continues peeing.

To show just how evil she really is, Eris, who needed to use the bathroom, decides to pee in the middle of the parking lot because she has no shame. She doesn't care who watches her either.

Remember seeing this lovely lady waiting in line by the women's restroom? Well, she just couldn't hold it any longer and decided to go behind the building outside to pee there, hoping no one sees her. Thicc QT from The Loud House